MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 162 later

Chapter 162 later

A spring long after a long time.

In the beautiful city of Hangzhou, a young male brother rides on Daqing, followed by a number of companions as servants, and the battle is quite large. The young man walked on the bank of the weeping willow of the West Lake. From time to time, he raised his hand and opened it to the willow branch in front of him. His face was full of laughter, but there was no such pretentious work, which reflected a sense of elegance and elegance. Freedom.

There were occasional cruises on the lake, but there were no rumored beautiful ladies swaying the red sleeves. The man who looked like a housekeeper next to the son of the son smiled and said: "All said that the West Lake is beautiful, but why didn't you see it?"

Daqing’s son, who was slightly frowning, felt that the steward’s words were too loyal. Another person who looks like a master immediately said coldly: "The lunar building is open all over the world, but now some people are going to fish in the West Lake every day. Who dares to do this in the West Lake?

This is a bit eccentric, with a hint of coldness.

Today, Nanqing is still the world's number one power. Although the Kyoto Inspectorate was restructured, even the post of the dean was also removed. However, the emperor's supervision of the government has reached an unprecedented level of urgency. I also learned the methods of some predecessors. The officials’ salaries have been greatly improved. Although the things in the rural areas cannot be completely eliminated, in Hangzhou, such a beautiful place, it is difficult to make people dare to occupy the entire West Lake.

Sitting in Daqing immediately, the young man frowned slightly, looking at the people in the distance to avoid his own people, paying attention to their costumes and complexions, and putting their hearts in other places.

A few years ago, the Qing Emperor was cut in the north, but it was only when the war broke out. There was a shocking change in the Kyoto Imperial Palace. Nanqing rebellious Fan is in the palace and stabbed, and his unfortunate death, the incident came out, the world was shocked, the country was in turmoil, and the Nanqing iron rider under the Nanjing city had to withdraw and returned. The food in the middle, but still occupied a large territory in the northern Qi.

The Nanqing Northern Expedition was postponed. However, after the new emperor rectified the DPRK and cultivated his confidant, and the Qingguo tens of thousands of people regained their confidence, the Northern Expedition was still not put on the table. It seems that there is always the feeling of dragging it down forever.

However, the Northern Qi Dynasty has not been turbulent because of the South. After relaxing the vigilance, under the meticulous management of the warrior emperor, the Northern Qi Dynasty was prosperous, after a war. National strength is gradually recovering. If this stalemate continues, I am afraid that Nanqing will become extremely difficult again.

For the details of the assassination that shocked the whole world, all the insiders, including the Nanqing court, were stunned, but they used the fastest speed to nail Fan’s shame.

No one has doubts about this. After all, today's new emperor is the son of the emperor's squatting, although everyone knows that today's Majesty and Fan Xi have brotherhood, the friendship between teachers and students, but it is impossible to let go of the murder of the father.

What makes everyone strange is why the Nanqing court did not drag this horrific thing to the North Qi people, or Dongyi City, by the anger of the whole country. Directly carry out the Northern Expedition. Instead, intentionally or unintentionally, the Northern Qi Dongyi was taken out of this matter.

No one knows. The younger brother of Daqing immediately is the emperor of Nanqing, and no one can recognize it. At this time, the master who is accompanying him is the first master of Nanqing, and the deputy of the Privy Council is Ye Wan.

If the Northern Qi people knew the news, they knew that the Nanqing Emperor and Ye Wan appeared in Hangzhou far away from Kyoto. I was afraid that they would send a large number of killers to try their luck. After all, if the Nanqing Emperor and Ye Enduo died at the same time, South The strength of the celebration is only to hurt more than half.

Today, the emperor of Nanqing is the three emperors of the emperor and Yigui, Li Chengping. He dared to stay away from Kyoto to Hangzhou in the spring. Naturally, he did not worry about these safety issues. The end of the leaf is the rare nine products. On the top of the strong, the second is not around him. He doesn't know how many big masters are hidden. The most important thing is that on this West Lake, Li Chengping simply does not believe anyone in this world can hurt himself.

"A decade ago, it should be a six-year celebration, and I stayed in Jiangnan for a whole year." Li Chengping sat in Daqing, looking at the gentle waters of the West Lake, and the eyes were naturally gentle. "Although in Suzhou, China." The garden stayed for a long time, but the house on the west bank of the West Lake also lived for a few days. Now I want to come, this is the most relaxing day of this life."

"Your knees shoulder the world's security, the hope of the people, can't be as easy as happy when they are young." Ye finished not salty and said a word, at this time the two are on the bank of the West Lake Liudi, the body is the palace The people who came in, the pedestrians were far away from the distance, so the words between the ministers and the ministers did not evade.

Li Chengping listened to Ye’s old-fashioned and implied words of admonition. He smiled slightly and did not show his feelings of disgust. One was that he respected Ye’s loyalty to himself. Second, after all, Ye Hao was his first. The martial arts Taifu... Although until today, Li Chengping only regards the person who has been seen for a long time as the only gentleman.

A group of people walked slowly along the beautiful embankment of the West Lake, and went to the back of the mountain. It broke the place and maintained peace for many days. It came to an elegant courtyard with a gray wall and a black bamboo wall.

"I haven’t come for many years, but this yard hasn’t changed.”

Li Chengping got Malay and looked calm. The courtyard door has already opened wide, and it is ready to meet the arrival of His Majesty's micro-service. Before the still-opening courtyard where the Zhongmen opened, the Emperor Nanqing sorted out his clothes and stepped in.

The house next to the West Lake is backed by mountains, and the rear is quiet, but there is not much feeling of wetness. The gentle wind of the lake, walking through the woods, penetrated into the house, and the voice in the study room in the backyard became extremely gentle.

"Sir, I have lost all my support in the past few years..."

"Sir, I don't understand..."

"Mr……"

The man who was called Mr. Li Chengping by Nanqing Emperor was silent for a long time and never spoke until a long time later. The voice rang softly: "Since my Majesty is coming, I will take more rest in the West Lake. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is good and the climate is good. It is better than the hot and cold winter in Kyoto."

Li Chengping’s voice was also silent for a long time, with a hint of subtle resentment, slowly said: "Mr., uh... after all, it is a country."

"Your Majesty. I know this very well, but... I am no longer a minister of the country, isn't it?"

"Sir, about the internal library, you will eventually give an account to the court. Now the Ombudsman has found out the whereabouts of the village, and as an emperor, it is impossible to pretend to be dumb."

"Your Majesty, if any adult is angry with this matter, let him come to me, I don't mind letting him know what the name of the inner library is."

The conversation ended here and it was in a deadlock. The study room opened a window against the courtyard, and the glass was worn. Fan sat down beside the window and looked away from Li Chengping’s face. He blinked slightly and looked at the courtyard. A peach blossom.

It has been several years. Fan Xian has disappeared in the world for several years, and has even disappeared from the discussion of tea shops. There is no doubt that many people have already forgotten the poetry, powers, and final rebellion of the Nanqing Dynasty. There is no big change in his face. For years, it is not enough to add a touch of color to his eyebrows. Still as it used to be. It’s just that the attitude is more calm and calm.

Li Chengping gave him a look. Slowly lifted the teacup in his hand and took a light drink, and did not deliberately conceal the color of worry between the eyebrows. Ye Quan, who stood by his side, stared at the man like Tian Jia Weng, and his brows gradually wrinkled. He had not seen this person for many years, although he knew the life of this person in the world. Ye Wan has always been unable to accept this fact.

A thorn in the emperor rebellious, actually can still live a quiet life in Nanqing's land! This ridiculous fact makes it difficult for Ye Wan to suppress the anger of his heart, but he knows that it is not the time of the attack, but he still can't help but whisper slowly: "Xiao Fan, in front of you, it is best to keep the courtiers." This point."

Fan Xian went back and smiled. He didn't say anything because he knew Ye's temperament and knew the person's status in the court. He knew why Ye Wan had such deep hostility towards himself. duty? If you really think of yourself as a courtier of Nanqing, there will be no such thing in the palace.

Not only the end of the leaf, but also the loyal officials of the Nanqing court, there is such a strong hatred for the disappeared Xiaofan. In order to smooth this hate, the Nanqing court in the past few years has already laid the dust of the Fan family, and all the Fan family products have been copied, not included in the national treasury, and handed over to the Jing Wangfu.

Because his Majesty's mother was born in Liuguo Gongfu, but it was not dragged down by Fan Xiangxiang, and most of the Fan clan had already left Kyoto. The family property was copied, but it was handed over to Jing Wangfu, which could block the vast majority. Most of the courtier’s mouths, but where they really hurt the vanity.

Fan Xian calmly and gently and sincerely smiled at Li Chengping and said: "I haven’t met with my Majesty for many years. Although I am busy with things, I still live for two more days."

He did not pay attention to Ye Wan, which is self-sustaining and also a kind of indifference and self-confidence.

Li Chengping smiled slightly and said: "Alright, I haven't seen my morning sister and the pair of live treasures for a long time."

Fan Xian also laughed and said: "Shu Ning and Liang Geer are only afraid to follow Sisi in the practice of big characters, and go down first, I will change clothes." He smiled bitterly: "It is like today, sleepy, will only be Getting up is really slow."

Li Chengping, the emperor of Nanqing, and Ye Jing, the famous general of the Qing army, walked out of the study like two ordinary guests. Fan Xian did not personally accompany him. This kind of treatment is really a bit unintelligible. However, Li Chengping and Ye Wan remained silent and did not show any anger because of the conversation in the previous study. It has completely demonstrated the attitude of vanity.

The housekeeper of the West Lake Fan House humbly leads the way. The butler looks handsome, and it makes people feel like they are close to each other, but there are still a few pock marks on their faces. Some are a pity, but they are warm and peaceful smile on his face. A rush, few people will pay attention to this.

Walking on the beautiful and beautiful stone path in the house, Li Chengping looked at the back of the butler. Suddenly, he frowned slightly, and felt that this back was familiar. Especially when this person had responded before, there was a court style, which reminded Nanqing Emperor of an unimportant figure.

"Hong Zhu?" Li Chengping frowned slightly and tried to scream.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The steward of the Fan House was slightly stiff and turned around. A very respectful deed.

Li Chengping looked at him with a weird look. He watched it for a long time, and said quietly: "When Mr. left Kyoto, he just told you to leave, and he never understood. I didn't expect that you could always follow. Beside him."

There were countless thoughts in the heart of the emperor's majesty, but in the house, he did not say much. Just waved his hand and let Hong Zhu go to the hospital.

- I am the boundary of the last chapter -

The Nanqing Emperor, who was out of the patrol, did not stay on the side of the West Lake for a long time. It was only a three-day martial arts. After two vain conversations with Fan Xian, the emperor Li Chengping and Ye Wan left the Fan House next to the West Lake. Going in the direction of Suzhou.

Throughout the Nanqing court, only the top people of the top layer knew that Fan Leisure now lives in the West Lake. Xue Qing, who is still the governor of Jiangnan Road, also knows that after Li Chengping was enthroned, he had rotated the governor of the Seventh Road, but he never moved Jiangnan Road. On the one hand, Jiangnan Road is a national On the other hand, it is not necessarily the case that Xue Qing, the powerful figure, is saved in the side of the seclusion.

In the sound of horseshoes, Li Cheng is calm and flat. After a long silence, I suddenly said: "The gentleman took Hongzhu from the palace. I thought it was as the rumor said, Hong Zhu is the most embarrassed **** of Mr. Hong. The heart is still a little unbearable... Now I found Hongzhu originally... It was his man."

Li Chengping’s brow furrowed slightly, and the name of Fan’s leisure was changed from a gentleman to a straight name. He wanted to come to Hongzhu’s identity and let the nominally strongest king in the world feel a hint of uneasiness and anger.

"Who can think of him, he actually hides so many people in the palace, it is no wonder that he can enter and leave the palace in that year, and nothing in the palace can be overwhelmed, that is, the father is finally defeated in his hands."

Ye End is silent in the side, he certainly hopes that the Emperor’s Majesty can kill the imperial court to strike the most thoroughly against the forces in the darkness. However, the changes in current affairs in the past few years have made Ye’s clear feeling that the name is reclusive. Xiao Fan, the influence of Nan Qing on the whole world, it is basically impossible to clean the other side at this moment.

Li Chengping, who was sitting in Daqing, suddenly sighed and said: "Hey, you know what you want to say, needless to say. I have been learning from my son since childhood, knowing what kind of temper is a gentleman, and never will be a mother." Allowing you to have ideas around you."

He turned his head and looked at Ye Wan, thinking that in the court, probably only this one is the most capable to assist his loyal minister. As for Mr., how could he help himself? Just ask him not to make any big troubles.

Some are not willing? Fortunately, Li Chengping has been sitting on the dragon chair for a long time, but there are still jealousy, fear, gratitude and adoration in the depths of his heart. This kind of emotion is very complicated, so his eyes are also very clear at this time. Complex, through the green trees next to the official road, looking at the beautiful spring scenery in the southeast, said faintly: "Without Mr., you can't sit on this chair."

In addition to the literary officials in the imperial court, there is still a strong killing of the name Fan Fan. In fact, the people in the world do not have much anger for Fan Xi, the folk things of Puze, the foot of the stool, the church, and the place where they are engraved. A big Hang Hang, Hangzhou will be Hang.

The life along the West Lake is very comfortable. Fan has been quiet for several years, but the calm of this spring was disturbed by the sudden visit of the Emperor. His geocentricity seems to have also emerged from the calm and waveless realm. On the morning after Li Chengping left, he was wearing fresh dew. Start hanging around in the garden.

A pair of children have grown up, and they have already begun to enlighten, and now they are working hard with Sisi every day. When he was in Zhangzhou, Sisi had copied a lot of stone notes for Fan. The first hand was very beautiful, and Fan was not worried. It was just a little distressed that the children had to get up so early.

Lin Biao came up from behind him and took a single coat on his body. Said: "Be careful."

"What time did you play mahjong yesterday?" Fan said with a narrow look at her, jokingly said that now Sisi is also responsible for the children's reading matters, Lin Biaoer, in addition to occasionally look at the Hangzhou club's books, There is nothing to do, so I put my limited life into the work of the infinite code wall, and I am not tired.

"These people at home are not at the level. After playing a few, they will be scattered." Lin Xiaoer smiled and said. Now she is also a young woman in her twenties. However, the smile is still so sunny and the big eyes are still not dusty.

"When the second child comes back, see how he cleans you up." Fan said with a smile.

"Speaking of thoughts, I came here yesterday. I brought a message from my father. At that time, my Majesty was talking to you. I am afraid that these things are urgent, I will not bother you."

The fish intestine is the black tiger. Following the resignation of the Ministry of Housing, Fan Shujian for many years, is the most trustworthy confidant of the Fan family. When he heard this sentence, Fan Fei brows slightly wrinkled and asked: "What is the father's side?"

"Nothing big, just let us go back to Ganzhou after a while, my grandmother missed you, and I have to rush back from the capital. I am afraid I can't come to Hangzhou first." Lin Xiaoer whispered.

Fan Xian said: "That's going back, thinking about that kid..." I don't know why he sighed and smiled and said to his nephew: "I thought about things beautifully, thinking that the third child became an emperor. I can return to Beijing after thinking, maybe I will be a family book in the future, help the third child... But now he is my younger brother, I am afraid that this life is difficult to appear in Kyoto."

"These are not going to take care of it. It’s just that the fish intestines have also asked the father of the family. How to deal with the ten villages?"

"Accelerly according to the plan." Fan Xian's smile gradually gathered, calm and serious said: "Since the court knows. Then why cover it too much, the third child, this child is still as unrealistic as a child, clearly in my heart Worried about the fate, but I refuse to speak through it. If this is the case, I can’t say too much."

"Speaking of your Majesty, your attitude towards your Majesty in these two days is really a problem. Didn't you notice the black face of Ye Wan?" Lin Xiaoer said with a smile: "Although you have a different relationship with him, he is now an emperor. Your majesty, at least on the face, always have to do."

Fan Xianhe laughed twice and touched his head. After a moment of silence, he said very seriously: "I spent half of my life to be unscrupulous, and naturally I can't make an exception for him."

Yes, in today's world, whether it is the emperor of Beiqi or the emperor of Nanqing, Fan Xian is in front of them and does not need to kneel. If he kneels, I am afraid that the two emperors will fall into some kind of Among the suspicions of emotions.

"The third child is already big, and there should be some ideas of his own." The husband and wife went to the depths of the bamboo forest and walked toward the white stone in the distance. As they walked, Fan said, the lips were not self-sufficient. There was a complicated smile on the ground: "Last year, Lao Dai was driven out of the palace. It was not because of my place that Lao Dai had left a life, but the third child gave me some face."

"Hou Jichang was also used by him." Fan leisurely walked through the bamboo forest, standing in front of the white stone piled up, quietly said: "This is not acceptable."

Although the words are simple, they reveal a certain unquestionable power. Lin Biaoer looked at his side face and did not think that the words of the husband’s intervention in the political affairs were incredible. In the years after the death of Qing Emperor, those forces related to Fan’s leisure seemed to have been copied and scattered by the court. Anyone who truly understands the situation knows that once Fan is willing, he can still use extremely powerful forces.

"Although the old king’s head has retired, the more the son is still working in Beijing, this matter will be handed over to him."

"You don't always want to interfere with the Kyoto dynasty? Why do you want to do this this time? Don't you worry about angering your majesty?"

"It’s a season, this is what your Majesty is trying to anger me... As for the court, I was not qualified to manage it. However, if he tries to test my bottom line step by step, I don’t mind turning the bottom line even more. Something before." Fan leisurely looked at his wife. Said: "I know the third child better than you, the old Li family's kid is not simple."

After saying these words, he looked back quietly at the white stone-built protrusions. In fact, it was a tomb. Chen Pingping’s tomb was set up on the edge of the beautiful West Lake.

After the Qing Emperor, there was no more person in the world who could compete with Fan Xi, and Li Chengping did not. The power of Fan Xian is too broad, too scattered, scattered in the world, it is the powerful Qing emperor of the year, but also must be bound by Fan leisure, only to do two people's war, let alone today's Li Chengping.

In the hands of Fan Xian, he has the first money house in the world, and the remaining nine of the nine swords are loyal. He still has countless eyeliners and cronies in Neckar, and Xia Xifei’s Ming family is still the largest emperor in Qingguo. Fan Siyi’s business in Beiqi is still the biggest entrant of internal smuggling, and the one in the Northern Qi Palace. The little princess is his biological daughter...

He was admitted to Dongyi City as early as a few years ago. Also with her was the Grand Princess, Masoso, the lady of the Wang Dadu's supervisor, Wang Haoer. The year before. When the great emperor returned to Beijing, he should be as usual, but today Dongyi City, nominally attached to Nanqing, actually resembles an independent kingdom ruled by the great emperor and Fan Xi.

Wang Yuer moved to Dongyi City with the Prince's House, and Wang Zhikun naturally could no longer do it in the position of Yanjing Dadu, and after the stab wounded by Ye Shuai, he was saddened by his heart. After the chaos of Nanqing, and reluctantly maintained the order of the court for a period of time, the old resignation will go away. Nanqing Military, with the retreat of these two veterans, began a metabolism, Ye Wan officially stood on the Kyoto stage, kneeling down to the robe, but this metabolism can not be completed at least in a short time.

Fan Xian can have complete equality with the human king. Even better than the status. In addition to the above reasons, the most important thing is his past history and the strong military support he possesses.

People close to Fan Xian have woven into a big net in the world. A ring is holding a ring, no matter who wants to hurt him and hurt one of the rings, I am afraid that it will usher in a casual blow, and everyone knows that Fan is powerful and Fan is ruthless.

So today's world... is very peaceful.

Fan quietly looked at Chen Pingping’s grave and looked at the white jade stone that was wet with dew. He was silent and had not come here to see the old blind man for some days. If it wasn’t yesterday, he was ridiculed by some third year’s thoughts. Maybe he won't come today.

Today's Fan leisure life is very good, his underground friends and relatives also live very well, Shi Jieli and Sang Wen have already married, the man who once smashed the palm of his hand in the lunar building, I don’t know where to go. Living in the world seems to be perfect, nothing to ask for.

The more so, the more he felt that Chen Pingping in the grave was very lonely, although the white jade outside completely covered the dark shadow of the old man, but he could not make Fan’s heart warmer.

Chen Pingping’s tomb has no monument, but a poem is engraved on the side of the stone wall, which reads:

Lonely sails in the leaves of Zhangzhou, only between the teachers and friends. The only surname of the community is heavy, and who is pity? Chongtian black rides three thousand miles, and the orphanage is white for twenty years. Mo Daoqiu is still old, laughing and watching heroes are not waiting.

Whenever Fan feels that he is in this world, the Emperor Laozi’s own calm after his death, when he stops to watch this poem, he always remembers many things of the year. In fact, the one that really killed the emperor’s slam was not the rainbow in the palace, nor his shot, perhaps the forbearance that began many years ago, and the betrayal of the last old man.

It was this blow that finally allowed Qingdi to uncover the ugly scars of the years, and went down the altar and became a mortal, giving the latecomers so many opportunities.

Fan has been silent for a long time, picked a small yellow flower next to the bamboo forest, gently placed it on the grave, then turned and left.

The life of the West Lake is leisurely and there is nothing worthwhile for the book. The only thing that makes Fan’s leisure unpleasant is that he seems to retreat for those who want to take care of him. Even if he wants to travel overseas, the idea of ​​going to the real Western continent seems to be impossible in a short time.

After all, if he left the mainland, this continent does not know how many storms will arise. This is not narcissism. It is not arrogant, but the legacy of the predecessors. The encounter of this life has created such a brilliant but incomparable situation.

In the past few years, the only episode of Xihuju, probably the unsuccessful thorns of Fan, the last remaining one of the two emperors, in order to revenge for the two emperors and their peers. For many years, even the last time he went under the door of He Zongwei, but he was still caught by Fan. The Supervisory Academy did not kill this person, but exiled it in a casual manner. Unexpectedly, this person once again found the opportunity to stab at the West Lake.

Fan Xian certainly did not die. He did not kill each other, perhaps because he felt that life was too boring, perhaps because he respected such a person's obsessiveness that he knew it could not be done.

Some singers are dancing, and there are beautiful songs echoing in the West Lake Fan Park. Fan Xian’s family sits in the courtyard, eating melons, chatting about the sky, watching the dance, listening to the song. Chen Yuanli’s singer is older, allowing them to choose some of the subordinates who have retired from the courtyard. Now, the remaining ones in Fanyuan will be sixteen years old. The green dragonfly is more willing to stay and play in the West Lake.

Seeing those young dancers, Fan Xian couldn’t help but sigh in the heart of the old scorpion’s eyes. When Chen Yuan left Beijing, these girls were only ten years old. How did Chen Pingping see that they were destined to be nationally fragrant? ?

The singer is Sang Wendi's sister, the girl who sang for a long time for Chen Pingping, seems to have been in a bad mood. Only willing to stay in Fanyuan. Occasionally, the song of the sigh of the moon.

"In the spring of the four years of Qingli, Fujiko was sitting in front of the street. After painting a few laps, he never said it. His heart was already miserable. What do you think of the little son in the house?"

At the beginning of the song, sitting in the side of Van’s leisure, Sisi was already a sip of tea. Lin Biaoer couldn’t help but laugh at the shoulders of Fan’s shoulders. I thought about these absurd words. The whole garden only has him. Can be written.

Sitting in the front of the gate, the Fujiko family of several people face each other, especially Fujiko, who is gradually fascinated by Huafa. He couldn’t help but caress the crutches. He thought that the young master was too bad. When he first went to pick up people in Zhangzhou, where? Can you not be afraid? Who can know the young lang who has a beautiful face, but now it has become this appearance?

Fan Xian squinted and looked at the ugly face of Fujiko, and he was in a good mood. He was eager to give birth to some pleasure. He thought that you wouldn’t grow up too much, and you wouldn’t be an official, you would only be in the house, otherwise you would If you go to be a county governor, I will change the name of that state to Baling. Isn’t it just a big stove?

The sang family girl seems to be ignorant, still singing in the right color, singing very seriously, seems to want to sing someone's funny life, from beginning to end, in a sad tone.

Spring, when the time is near Chunchun.

On the cliff outside the city of Zhangzhou, Fan Xian took Shu Ning's soft and tender hands, standing on the cliff and looking at the sea that is very familiar. Shu Ning looked at the slightly worried father, and said in a childish voice: "Father, you don't like the song of Sang Yi, do you want to sing a song for you?"

"Okay, just sing a rainbow, I have taught you."

Shu Ning said it hard: "But this kind of foreign language is so difficult to learn. The uncle has not found a teacher in Dongyi City for a long time."

Fan Xiao smiled and said: "That will not sing."

He looked at his daughter, and somehow suddenly remembered the little yellow-haired girl in the city of Zhangzhou many years ago. He also thought of the sentence that the emperor said before his death, silent, and some sisters who missed where they were.

"You don't always follow me." Miss Fan, a frosty face, was dressed as a doctor, carrying a medical box behind her, walking in a remote mountain. She looked at Li Hongcheng, who looked like a tramp behind her. She said coldly: "Jiajia is the second one. You don't go back to the government. Besides, what does Jing Wang think? Don't you know? ""

Li Hongcheng took off the straw hat on the top of the head and looked at Fan Ruorou next to the tree. Extremely rogue laughs: "The father wants the children to go to life, I don't have that time."

"How long do you have to stay with me?" Fan Ruoru bit his lip and looked at him angrily.

"It has been five years, and how many years have it been?" Jing Wang Shizi Li Hongcheng, holding the skinny horse he is tired of, smiled and answered.

Fan Ruoruo said nothing, put down the gauze under the hat, and went up the mountain to raise the white smoke mountain village. It’s just that I’m thinking about it occasionally, and I’m getting used to it, so let’s follow it.

Fan Xian’s hand held Shu Ning, and when he touched a string of beads, he looked down and found that the string of ruby ​​beads that the sea otter gave to his daughter many years ago was a sneak peek. Fan couldn’t help but squat for a while. Living.

“When will the auntie come to see me again?” Fan Shuning obviously has a more mature thinking than her age. When I saw my father's expression, I guessed what he was thinking. He asked very eloquently. Anyway, at this time, the two mothers were not around, and no one would care.

Fan laughed. Said: "When she is tired on the grassland, she will naturally come to see you." Yes, Haitang returned to the grassland and did not know when it would come back. And what about the Emperor and Sylvia of Beiqi? What is the name of the red bean in the palace? When I heard that next year, the red bean rice should be officially enshrined as a princess. However, in the past few years, the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty had no interest, and there was some confusion in the hall. I don’t know how the empress is ready to respond.

Don't you still have to borrow one time? Fan Xian will never mind this kind of sacrifice. Thinking about the scene in the sword, the scene in the carriage, his eyes have become softer. The opening said: "Shu Ning, do you want to go to the capital to go shopping? Then we go to the grassland, and when you are older, let's go out to sea."

"Okay." Shu Ning excitedly called out.

Fan’s gaze fell on the sea beneath the cliff, and suddenly saw a ship heading towards the harbor. There was a person standing in front of the deck, holding a scorpion, standing in the violent sea breeze. Fortunately, I am very happy.

Wang Sanlang is here. Fan’s body is slightly stiff and his eyes are slightly moist. The heart gave birth to endless gratitude. Since the return of the 13th Lang from the north, Wu Zhushu, who has been recovering from Dadong Mountain, should not be far from returning. Fan Xian really missed the black cloth.

In order to conceal the tears in his eyes in front of her daughter, Fan turned around and looked at the city of Zhangzhou in the face of the sea, looked at the houses in the city, thought of the time he had spent here, and thought of leaving Zhangzhou. After the life, can not help but silence.

In the far city of Zhangzhou, he saw a lot, and the winter sister didn’t sell the tofu again. Dabao brother sat at the door of the house and used his eyes to eat the tofu of the woman. The grocery store kept closing the door and facing the micro. There was no clothes on the terrace of the salty sea breeze, and no one shouted to rain because there was no rain.

There are a lot of people left, but there are still many people who have stayed. There are many things that have changed, but there are more things that have not changed.

Fan sat down and held her daughter in her arms and shook it gently. Shu Ning stared at the foam on the sea and the ship that was approaching, and suddenly asked: "What kind of person is the father, grandma?"

Fan Xianyi, for a long time did not respond, because in his heart, Ye Xiaomei is always just a snow and ice, very beautiful, the girl who came out of the fairyland, the yellow shirt on the portrait, but not like the girl leaves light Eyebrows, now in the mouth of her daughter, is already a grandmother.

"She...is a little fairy daughter who sneaked from the sky to the world." Fan Xian said to her daughter: "I was tired of playing, and when I was tired, I went back and couldn't find her again."

Fan Shuning smiled and said: "Father deceives people, others say that you are a poetry, if your grandmother goes back to heaven, why don't you go back?"

Fan squinted his head and suddenly thought of many years ago, the emperor gave his name to himself, and said with a smile: "Maybe because I have a lot of different ideas with her. I am just a very useless vulgar, no matter what it is." There is no big difference in foreign land."

The sea breeze smashed into his face, dissipating the shy smile he was ready to reveal. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "My life is probably...and it is coming, then it is safe."

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