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It was overcast in the day, but it was still not crying. Fan’s face was a bit gloomy, half leaning against the window of the car, looking out at the mountain road outside the window and protecting the beautiful green hills in the suburbs of Beijing. For a long time, silently did not say a word.
The black carriage drove along the straight but undulating stone road and slanted onto the official road, leaving the scope of Chen Yuan. However, Fan’s expression did not ease up. The officials of the supervision institutes around the window were still handsome at the window, but today they were particularly indifferent. They had some inexplicable cold in their hearts. They didn’t know what happened in Chenyuan. The old dean and the Titian adults What did you say, why the expression of Titus today is so serious.
The carriage drove silently toward the capital on the official road, and occasionally encountered the city's people or the bureaucratic young girls who came back from the road. These black carriages are like the silent warning lights, all people see them. They have rushed to the side and made way for these black carriages.
The people are born to be respectful to the official lords, and those young dignitaries who are not afraid of the past are aware of the identity power represented by these black carriages. The dignitaries in Kyoto are full of eyes and ears. Of course, I know that Mr. Xiao Fan had rushed back to Kyoto from Dongyi City last night.
Nowadays, in this world, there is no dare to offend the sin, even if these young dignitaries who are tempered by hormones are still in front of these black carriages, they are still only concentrating on the atmosphere, and the atmosphere is not screaming - Xiao Fan is Notoriously arrogant, he did not care which young lady behind these teenagers, He Jiaguogong - four or five years ago, outside the Baoyue Building, Fan Xian interrupted the legs of a dozen rabbits. This story has already shaken the hearts of all the other rabbits.
Fan Xian did not notice the movements on the official road, nor did he look at the teenagers who were afraid to shrink and stop at the side. They only looked at the scenery beside the official road silently, and they were very heavy. In the past years, I guessed that I only guessed it. I thought that I only thought that the elders had never said anything to him, so he could temporarily think that he didn’t know about it. He just prepared in the dark, only as a subconscious act, not a Starting from the heart, toss for a clear purpose.
But now everything is clearly in front of him, he must face the story of the year and make his own choice.
At this time, the black carriage has already reached a certain crossing of the official road. Not far from here is the majestic city profile of Kyoto. On the left hand side, there is a quiet road. Under the shade of the green bamboo forest, where should I go?
"To the left."
Fans leaning against the window, squinting at the eyes, whispered. Mu Fenger looked at the adults, did not dare to say anything, compared to a gesture, three black carriages quickly turned left into the green bamboo forest, disappeared in front of everyone.
Going to this road is not far away, the green bamboo is gradually dredging, you can see the river flowing along the road, the river is slowly flowing, the speed is very slow, if you don’t look at it, I’m afraid it will be a lake. .It is through the city, and around the city, and finally the west of the Cangshan River. The river condenses the fat powder somewhere in the upper reaches, gathers the lanterns on the raft, and concentrates on the hustle and bustle of the half-story of Kyoto. Even though the hustle and bustle of the Fan Yue Building suddenly rises, the taste of the river is still not completely taken away.
The Liujing River went to the suburbs of Beijing. When it came to this bamboo forest, it was quiet and much quieter, especially the square house on the small peninsula across the river. It was fresh in this spring. The elegant taste adds a sense of independence and independence.
In Taiping’s courtyard, the small house of the Yejia hostess, the later royal family, and the long princess lived here for two days in the Kyoto rebellion. They only stayed for two days, and then the courtyard was restored. Silence, like no one has ever lived here.
Fan took a carriage and looked at the yard quietly, thinking about the people who had lived in the yard.
After the Kyoto rebellion was settled, the emperor had revealed it twice, and he would give this yard back to Fan’s words. Fan is clear that this matter is best not to be opened by himself, so I have always been treated with peace, but I don’t know why, this matter has not been implemented in the end.
In the summer of five years in the Qingli period, after spending a night in the Fans outside the city, Fan Xian once came here with his sister. He smashed two heads at the Taiping House and chatted with grief, but did not go in because he knew that The emperor had a different feeling for this yard, and he was a little afraid.
However, Fan Xian later went in. He and Wu Zhushu found the heavy bullets in a secret room in Taiping’s courtyard. If they had been in it for a long time, the royal guards were not in the eyes of both of them.
Fan’s eyes squinted, his eyes revealing the faint moisture on the river, as if he had to penetrate the blue-gray wall of Taiping’s courtyard and see through everything inside.
There is no grave inside.
This is the fact that Fan has already been determined. His father, Fan Jian, once said to him privately that Ye Qing's grave was in a secluded place, and later he was in the courtyard of Taiping, but there was no such thing in the courtyard. Fan Xian later thought it was in the palace, but there was no palace. There was only one painting, and there was a yellow shirt woman.
Ye Xiaomei is no longer in this world. It doesn't matter where she is buried, but Fan Xian occasionally thinks of a question. Is the emperor also afraid to face the underground soul?
Fan leisure sat down by the river, squatting the front of the gown to his lap, and setting it very smoothly. He said seriously: "I want to think about something here, don't let people bother me."
"Yes, adults." Mu Fenger and several close-knit members of the team also bowed their heads, with the surrounding guards, scattered to the depths of the bamboo forest, until they could not see them, they did not May see the place by the river.
Don't let people bother, naturally include these subordinates. Mu Fenger, this person is very clear about Fan’s mind, but some do not understand the mood of adults at the moment. They retreated to a very distant place, watching the movements of the surrounding roads with vigilance, blocking the wind, and guessing in their hearts.
RiverThe opposite courtyard is the residence of the Yejia hostess. This is what all the old Kyoto people know, and the Yejia hostess is the biological mother of Xiaofan, which is known to all the people in the world. thing. Today, Xiao Fan’s choice is to meditate here. The things he thinks are naturally extremely difficult and extremely important.
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I don't know how long I have been sitting. I will see the sapling green bamboo and gray ash on both sides of the river, the calm water mossy leaves in the river, and the scenery should be seen as a joke. Fan Xiancai feels that he is sitting tired, the one under the hip. The square stone suddenly appeared extraordinarily sharp and awkward.
He stood up, took a picture of the dust behind him, frowned and shook his head, but did not leave immediately, but took two more steps toward the riverside, bowed down, smashed a handful of cool river water, poured it On the face, it seems to make the burning on my face become cold.
At this time, a handkerchief stretched out from the side, seemingly wanting him to wipe the water droplets on his face.
Fan Xian did not be surprised. He took the handkerchief and rubbed it on his face. He found two twists in the river and screwed it into a slightly damp cold. He smiled and handed it back. He said: "You are the most afraid of heat. Ice your face."
Fan Ruoruo, a plain white blouse, smiled and took the wet handkerchief from his brother's hand and carefully wiped his ear and cheeks. It seems that she should be in a hurry, and the face is frosty on weekdays. But it was smeared by the flush of the cheeks.
"How come you?" Fan went back to the river bank and went out naturally, trying to hold his sister's hand in case she fell.
I didn't think that Fan Ruoru had not seen the hand that his elder brother had extended, and he had already gone. Fan Xian gave a slight glimpse and said with a smile: "It seems that there was no private possession in the past, and it took a long time for you to learn. The body is much better than before."
Fan Ruoer smiled and didn't answer this question. He answered Fan Xian's previous sentence: "My brother came back last night. How did you run out today? Someone in Kyoto is looking for you in a hurry. The nephew is born into the palace. The man was so annoying that he had no choice but to find a medical center. I went to inquire about it, only to know that my brother was out of the city, I was going to Chenyuan, but I saw Mufeng at the intersection and knew you. Definitely here, get off the bus and find you."
Fan Xian came to Chen Yuan today. The people in the courtyard should not know it, but he was too lazy to pay attention to these little things and asked: "What is the matter, looking for me so urgent?"
The two brothers and sisters said, sitting down, just like five years ago, facing the river.
"It's not a big deal, it's just that I haven't seen my brother for a long time, I miss you." Fan Ruoer said with a slight smile, in fact, since the person was upset on Miss Fan's head, it must be a very important thing. It’s just this snowy and clever girl’s house. I found that today’s elder brother would come to Taiping’s other hospital to think, so there must be more distress in her heart. She is naturally unwilling to bother him with those things in the officialdom.Fan Xianxin thought that there is really no possibility of any major events in the official court of the Qing Dynasty. He couldn’t help but shake his head and said: "Since it is not a big deal, you can sit with me, I am sitting on a sullen person. ""
This sitting is half an hour, Fan Xian is thoughtful, so I don't want to talk. I only think that a sister who completely trusts her own sitting next to her can really make her emotions more stable. And Fan Ruoruo has no other thoughts, she just thought in her heart, as long as she can sit quietly beside her brother, that would be fine.
After a long time, the sun has already passed through the high tip of the bamboo forest and slowly moved toward the west. The faint light turned into a myriad of mottled shadows on the faces of the brothers and sisters. Fan’s eyes were just squinted by the piece of light, and he couldn’t help but blink and sigh.
Fan Ruoru’s heart moved, and he heard too much distress, resentment, helplessness, and heavy weight in this sigh. She bowed her head slightly, thinking for a long time and said: "What's in my heart, it might be better to say it."
After Fan’s silence for a long time, he suddenly said: “My mother’s name is Ye Ming’s eyebrows.”
Fan Ruowei is awkward, looking up at him, thinking about the whole world, he is probably one of the first few people to know this secret, why the brothers have to repeat it again. But she knows that Fan Xian must have something to say, so she just whispered softly and did not express her doubts.
"I brought you here to the place, and I paid a sacrifice to the river. I worshipped her to give me this flesh so that I can live in this world." Fan quietly said: "Today, come here, but it is Respecting what she did in the past, she has given her son a lot of benefits, and brought some different possibilities and more choices to the people in this world."
Fan Ruo Ruo listened quietly.
"In my life, I have never seen her appearance, I have not heard her voice, but I have seen too many traces of her stay." Fan Xian bowed his head and thought for a while, continued: "This time I went to Dongyi City, I also saw a lot, so her image in my heart is getting clearer and clearer, and I am getting used to seeing her as her mother."
He added a word in his heart, although her age seems to be much bigger than herself.
"If someone hurts her in the past, you said that I am a son, how should I do it?" Fan Fei's brow wrinkled to the extreme, his eyebrows were gloomy.
Fan Ruoru suddenly felt a little nervous, clutching the wet handkerchief in his hand, and said with a whispered voice: "Those people are not... dead? The Empress Dowager has already gone."
"The Queen Mother is naturally dying." Fan Xian did not tell her sister that the Queen Mother actually died in her own hands, and said with a slight smile: "But there are still some damn people, not dead."
Fan Ruoruo did not ask, because she had a strong sense of foreboding, and today I will certainly hear a name that makes me feel scared.
"I guessed a long time ago that my Majesty is my biological father." Fan Xian said: "In the first two years, I did not regard him as my father, norIt is he who wants to treat Ye Xiaomei as his mother. It is also very difficult. This has nothing to do with the story of the year. It is not that I gave birth to the feeling of being defeated. This is something that is unclear. ”
When he came to this world, he had already brought his own soul.
"However, the relationship between people is always made by time, which has nothing to do with blood, and has nothing to do with affinity." Fan Xian looked down and said: "Just like I used you as a younger sister, this world will take you As the closest person. Time can always change a lot of things, and get along with you for so long, I can see that he is different from me to other sons. Especially in recent years, the emperor has changed too many."
He suddenly laughed and smiled a little cute: "You said, if I was killed by my Majesty, what should I do?"
Fan Ruoruo’s heart was shocked, his hands were subconscious, and the handkerchief squeezed out the last few drops of water.
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