Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fujiko Kyo came over with a letter. In the letter, Sinan Fan Jian appeared to be worried. It seems that something happened to him in the court, but literally, this thing has nothing to do with the princess. . What is Fan Fan’s frowning? Waiting for the letter from Wang Qiian. The contents of the two sheets of paper are contrasted and the matter becomes apparent.

"After doing business administration, now is the hospitality, how long does this process have to go?" Fan looked at the black snow outside the window and shook his head with a smile.

He knew that the mission of the Northern Qi will eventually fall to the head of his reception. On the one hand, it was the time when he was drunk in the temple, and the edge was too much. Even if he was hiding in Cangshan, it would not be enough to calm the lake.

Secondly, Chen Pingping, who had never met before, was a close comrade-in-arms of her mother. Obviously I want to pick up the class of the Supervisory School. This is also proved by Mr. Fei Jie. And if you want to pick up the class of the supervisory school. This difficulty is even bigger than the prime minister. You can't shock thousands of intimate agents in your hospital because of your family's family and your own name.

The Superintendent's Office is not the general six tips. Those who have no ability can only get together for a while and cannot control the world. The Superintendent is the most reliant spy agency of the Emperor. The most needed is stability. Therefore, Chen Pingping gave this task to himself. If he can successfully save the ice cloud, he can get a good impression in one fell swoop. And the son of the son returned to Beijing. Will definitely be on the right side, plus the secret arrangement of Fei Jie and Chen Pingping. You can get at least half of your head support.

The problem is that his father Fan Jian seems to only want to accept the inner library safely, when a rich family counts.

How to choose between the two. Fan Xian knows that he doesn't have much say, just look at what the Emperor Majesty thought. Thinking of the sire, Fan Yu's eyebrows wrinkled more and more, if he really took over the supervision of the hospital, it seems that he can only prove one of his own horror conjecture.

Getting out of the North Qi is a chance for gold plating, but Fan is clear, if you are only brass, how to plate, it is impossible to turn into gold. Although he still does not know the most dangerous part of the supervision plan at this time, he can also guess that this northbound trip will be very unusual.

The wind and snow outside the window, the long side of the gallery, there is a faint laughter, and there is a flaming light. In this snowy night, people are extremely warm.

Fan Xian put two letters in the palm of his hand, and turned into a powder without changing the color. He opened the window and threw it on the snow. The powder mixed with the powder snow, could not be found again, and the night wind outside also blew in. The face is cold.

The candle in the house was brighter after it was darker.

"Come up the window and freeze it." The bed of the bed was pitifully extended halfway from the bed, his mouth and nose were hiding under the face, and a pair of talking eyes looked at Fan: " Go to sleep, let them go crazy, my brother is very embarrassed, don't worry."

Fan smiled and walked to the bed and sat down. Naturally, he stretched his hand into the social circle and gently stroked his wife's bosom, but he said something next to him: "Dabao is natural, but you have to know. Our good younger brother, no matter what, maybe tomorrow, I will take Dabao to the mountain to catch the bear."

For a long time, Lin Biaoer still hasn't adapted to the hand that his family has come out anytime and anywhere. His face is red and his eyes seem to have water in his eyes. He catches the thief on his chest and says: "And Not honest."

"The lady called me to sleep, how dare I be honest?" Fan said, laughing, backhand, the candle suddenly went out, leaving only a quiet room, a couple. After a moment of reading the sound of Sosuo's undressing, Fan was only left with a single piece of clothing, and he was put into the bed. Lin Biaoer was chilled by his body and couldn't help but shake it. He said, "Every night. At night, I don’t know what to do at the table?"

"Is this a resentment?" Fan quietly smiled at this little wife, who was not yet 16 years old this year, placed in her previous life, or a little girl who was in the palm of her parents, but now she has become her wife. Waiting for the night and night, I don’t know if she couldn’t help but live, thinking about it, while the palm of her hand couldn’t help herself on the soft chest of her baby, through the slippery silk single, this kind of abundance The smooth and beautiful touch makes him feel beautiful.

Lin Biaoer whispered, and the whole person leaned in his arms.

Fan leisurely looked down at the lips of her flesh, the two people's bodies slowly rubbed, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, and both bodies were slightly hot.

......

The clouds are scattered and the fog is clear, and the flowers bloom and end.

The wind and snow are still outside the window. The cricket is warm as spring. The embarrassed and helpless nephew shyly bowed down in Fan’s arms, and Fan looked at his wife with a distressed look. He couldn’t help but touch his lips with his fingers, and somehow thought of the original temple. That chicken leg is coming.

"You... your hands are not clean." The nephew turned his head away with shame and anger.

Fan Xian smiled softly: "Where is it not clean? We are all clean and clean everywhere."

Lin Biaoer was afraid that the husband would also say something more shy, and quickly turned to the topic: "Will you go to Beiqi?"

Fan Xian took her a little tighter and asked: "Would you like to spend a lifetime with me?"

"Well?" I can't see the look of my nephew in the darkness, but I think it must be very nervous. Why did you ask such a sentence, and marry the husband in this world, and see the truth of turning back halfway. I was angry and eager: "Why do you ask this?"

Fan Xian knew that if he asked the sentence inappropriately, he smiled and explained: "Just ask it casually." In fact, he still has some habits of past life. Although I went to the world with my nephew and drank the same cup, I always wanted to hear something from the mouth of this lovely girl.

"Ask with a question?" Lin Yier was dubious, said softly: "Yang Gong is thinking about the girl."

This said Fan Xiancai remembered Sisi, who had been deliberately left in the Kyoto Fan House. Fujiko said that she had done a good job in Beijing, but her grandmother was so busy. I have to solve it myself.

He comforted his nephew and said: "Why do you have the heart to think about this? It’s just that we both want to mix and sell in one place. Of course, we have to plan for a long time. You don’t know, your mother always looks at me and is not pleasing to the eye."

This is a new and interesting statement, and a word that has been mixed for a lifetime has fallen into the ears of her, making her heart warm and satisfying. The faint confession: "I am married to husband, what else do I have?"

"Then it is over." In the darkness, Fan Xiaowei smiled slightly, and the lines of the lips were very gentle. He said softly: "The nobles in Beijing are playing a big mahjong. I don't know if I can do it. ""

The nephew smiled and said: "I am not as good at you as playing black boxing. You are not as good as me." This is the sentence that Fan Xian used to vomit blood in front of the temple. It has already spread throughout Kyoto.

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Outside the window, the wind and snow are so anxious that Fan Ruoer, who can't sleep, holds an umbrella and looks away from the distance in the dark night, carefully keeping a distance from the edge of the stone. With a smile on her face, her heart is a little empty, and her most admired brother is married, where is his future? My brother said that he should be like thinking, to find something worth paying for his life, perhaps feelings, perhaps poetry and painting, but he really does not know what he should pursue.

The snow fell on the umbrella and hit her heart.

The five bamboos whispering behind the old black cloth came to her, and there was no emotional voice rang in Fan Ruo’s ear: "Can you keep a secret?"

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On the second morning, Fan leisure came back, and some unexpectedly found that Dabao was surrounded by a fox fur, looking at the cliff below the manor. Fan Xian worried that he accidentally fell and fell to Qingping, and quickly went over and whispered: "Dabao, what are you looking at?"

Dabao grinned and said to him: "Small leisure, there are big white birds."

In the distant mountains, there are faint white fog rising. There are several black-necked black-tailed white cranes that are bending over their necks for food. They suddenly sing their heads and sing, crisp and extremely continuous, and in the screaming white cranes And the dance is very beautiful.

Fan Xian glimpsed a little, thinking about this cold winter, how can I still see the crane stay in Cangshan, is there a hot spring there? The freedom of the crane is not restrained, so the crane dance in the distance seems to be very free and easy, and Fan Fan can not take a deep breath, and the spirit is a vibration.

"Da Bao, do you like those birds?"

"dislike."

Fan Xian feels a little surprised and smiles and asks: "Why? Is it that they don't dance well?"

Dabao’s thick lips said: “The old jump is too tired, and Dabao looks at panic.”

Fan Xian haha ​​smiled and patted the thick shoulders of the big scorpion. I don’t know why. After entering Kyoto, it was the three conversations with Dabao that made him feel most relaxed. Maybe because the other party really is like a child, so you don’t need to worry. What?

Although the crane dance is beautiful, it is really too tired.

"Dabao, how are you playing these days?"

Dabao’s broad eyebrows showed a hint of ambiguity. He didn’t seem to know how to answer this question, but he still tried very hard to answer clearly. He said: “That... pretty... good, playing mahjong... little fat man Tantrum, pretty... fun."

Fan Xianhehe smiled, watching the thick snow forest below Shiping, the fog in the distance, the white crane in the fog, long time speechless.

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