Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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"Your Majesty likes to see people and flowers, and likes to see the scenery."

"Hey? Isn't that like the uncle's hobby?"

"He is very lazy, just look at it. Where can anyone dare to let him do it himself?"

"I heard that the girl from Haishu likes to be close to Tianyuan?"

A cold field.

"Your Majesty... is a very interesting person."

"Your Majesty... In fact, I often do a lot of interesting things... It’s just that since childhood, he was taught by his mother to raise the country, and we rarely see him."

In the flower hall, Dawang’s words with a faint smile sounded from time to time, and Fan stood quietly listening outside the door, knowing that the woman said it was not false. The Northern Qi royal family had a turmoil more than a decade ago. I don’t know how many princes and nobles involved, including the one who was hiding in the government, the younger father of Shen Da, who was born because of this incident. The sound of the Northern Qi Dynasty is only the son of the Northern Qi Emperor, and the rest of the princesses were born by the rest of the Emperor Beiqi. The big princess married to Nanqing, although quite respected by the emperor and mother of the Empress of the Northern Qi Dynasty, is not a biological one after all, and there is always a little bit in between, and after the tragic experience of living in the same year. The Empress of the Northern Qi Dynasty is of course wary of other clan children.

These people in Nanqing are somewhat curious about the small emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty. At this time, the inquiry is not limited, but Wang Hao can't say any details. It’s fun and interesting to say empty.

Ye Linger saw him eavesdropping outside the door and glanced at him curiously.

Fan Xiao smiled and pushed in.

Dafeng, who was frowning and guilty, saw him coming in. He took a sigh of relief and said, "You still don't ask me. I really can't guess the squatting of my family. I don't bother in the palace on weekdays. See you last time, when he was a child, he was very strict with him, and he was busy with the state affairs... It was Fan Xian, he was traveling with him in the Northern Qi and his Majesty several times. I like him very much, if you want to ask something interesting. It is better to ask him."

At this time, Fan Xian and Ye Linger returned to their seats. Ye Linger got together and went to Lin Biaoer, with excitement, and lowered her voice to talk about other thoughts, and ignored the rest of the people. Fan Xian and the second emperor looked at each other with a smile, but did not notice that someone mentioned their name.

Everyone heard the words of Wang Wang. I only remembered that except for Wang Hao, the only one who saw the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was Fan Xian, and everyone knows it. The little emperor attached great importance to Fan’s poetry.

Shikoh Lee Hyo-sung took a nap and looked at Fan Xian and said: "Anzhi, what kind of person is the Emperor of Beiqi?"

Fan leisurely stunned, woke up to God, said: "The king of a country, where is my foreign minister good argument."

As soon as this was said, the talents in the hall felt a little embarrassed. In front of the big king, he discussed the right and wrong of the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty. It is really not a very proper thing, but human curiosity is always difficult to suppress. The two emperors, including the two emperors, urged Fan Xu to say more.

Fan scratched his head and asked, "How do you like the Emperor Beiqi?"

The men in the flower hall suddenly silenced and faced each other. Only the three girls sneaked in rustling like ants and leaves.

Da Wang smiled and shook his head, slightly lifting the skirt, and the face with a faint color out of the flower hall, saying that it is the arrangement of the luncheon.

In the status of Wang Shudi, why do you need to personally worry about these chores, no doubt want to give these Qing dynasty clan aristocrats a convenient opening occasion. Sure enough, when Wang Hao walked away from the flower hall, the great emperor shook his head and opened his mouth: "There is no need to worry about the mysterious embarrassment of the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty. No matter whether it is the supervision or the intelligence in the military, there is no detailed description. His temperament, hobbies, and anger are like fans."

"How about that? As the emperor, it is natural to keep mystery in front of the people." Fan idled and answered.

The great emperor said seriously: "But he is a king of foreign countries. The more mysterious he is in front of us, the more terrible it is."

Fan leisure frowned and said: "It’s just a young man. How do you get to the terrible head?" When he first saw the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty in the capital of Beijing, he thought that the other party was a teenager of his own age. It was discovered that the little emperor was two years younger than himself.

In the time of Jiangnan, every time I think of the far-sightedness of the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty, I am quiet and eager to use the internal inventory of silver to participate in the internal affairs of Nanqing. Fan Xian is also self-conscious, but this matter involves his biggest **, categorically I dare not say it in the flower hall.

The second emperor put down the fruit in his hand and sighed and said: "This kind of thing has nothing to do with age." He looked at Fan Xian, meaning that when you first entered Kyoto, it was just a 16-year-old boy, but it was terrible. Immediately, I smiled and said: "You should be clear about the heavy things in the North Qi Jinyiwei. Finally, let Weihua become the commander... heavy dead and desolate, and the little emperor will make a round of the whole thing, that is, let the Uesugi The tiger was trapped in Kyoto and could not take it out, and successfully took over the strength of the party. The Weihua now doesn’t even listen to the meaning of the Queen Mother. The hard-working country teacher also keeps silence... a young man of this age. , Where did you come from such a deep city? How can you convince so many people to stand on his side?"

The second emperor said with aggravated tone: "If the dispute between the emperors of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the evolution into a fierce situation, then it is the blessing of my Daqing... We thought that the emperor's pro-government was initial, and it was not as good as the Northern Qitai Post-life, and finally the young people were violent. The temperament, I am afraid that there will be a big chaos in the Beiqi court. Who knows that the little emperor has regained his power in silence. This means is really terrible."

Fan was silent and was killed. He was very clear about the inside story. Even this thing was originally proposed by the Emperor of Northern Qi through the mouth of Haishu.

At this time, the atmosphere in the flower hall was slightly tense. The three girls knew that the men were talking about the national events, and they spoke with great interest.

Li Hongcheng, the son of Shizi, no longer has extra alcohol in his eyes. He frowned and said: "The emperor of Beiqi is the master of a country. He is not a female color, and he has no bad habits. His mind is sober and self-sufficient... This kind of person is the most terrible. In the future, if Daqing wants to march northward, the primary consideration is not the strength of Beiqi, but the nature of the owner of the Northern Qi Dynasty. If the Emperor of Northern Qi is not chaotic, there is no good way for us."

As soon as this statement came out, the two emperors of the Great Emperor nodded.

Fan Xian’s heart was slightly shocked. He was surprised to see this scene. He was shocked by the serious look of the three royal family’s children. He couldn’t speak for a while. At this time, he only thought clearly that for himself, Beiqi was only a partner, and for the dignitaries of the younger generation of Qingguo, Beiqi was destined to be swept by the Daqing dynasty.

Nanqing is a good man. The people of the previous generation have already laid a large piece of great mountains and rivers. Now the world is left to the new generation of characters, that is, the big and not stiff North Qi. This is a kind of open-faced fanaticism deeply rooted in the blood. No matter whether it is the Great Emperor or Li Hongcheng, it is impossible to get rid of this fanaticism. Even the role of the second emperor, Wensu, is still unforgettable for attacking Beiqi.

Nanqing is in a good position and has maintained the momentum of attack for 30 years. For Nanqing people, this is a problem that does not need to be considered. It is only when to attack Beiqi... So what is the emperor of Beiqi? People, for the three royal children in the hall, are very important things. Sound, seeing the emperor's thoughtful expression is clear, can dominate the world, is the ultimate goal of all Nanqing people, and can even temporarily suppress his anxiety about the dragon chair.

"All said that the emperor of the Northern Qi did not like women. But the last time he was special, he wanted to change the manager to Beiqi... Anzhi, you were the last envoy, what details can you find in the capital?" Grand Emperor asked seriously.

Fan Fei said slowly after a long while: "Not close to the female color is true, there are only a few side squats in the Imperial Palace. And in order to prevent the reincarnation of the external forces, the little emperor is hard to resist the pressure of the big family in Beijing. The selected scorpions are all civilians. It is wonderful that the Queen Mother does not seem to oppose this arrangement."

The second emperor frowned and said: "Even if it is to prevent the external situation, it is not a good idea to appease the courtiers. This is not appropriate."

Fan nodded and pretended to worry: "As Wang Hao said earlier, the Emperor’s majesty is somewhat incomprehensible, and it is clearly in front of him. He always feels that he has a clever disguise on his body."

Li Hongcheng laughed: "Oh, the emperor is very sincere to you. You said that you are a foreign minister. I think the people of Beiqi can not regard you as a foreign minister. Otherwise, how can they send a book after the killing? Kyoto protest?"

The great emperor swayed his head in annoyance: "The northern Qi people bully me too much, and actually played such a hard time."

Fan casually smiled and said: "Under the Great Hall, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Speaking of killing things. The second emperor's partiality is not so embarrassing, and the heart of the unselfish world is wide, and the fun of Fan Qi said: "Those things have nothing to do with you. Not to mention that you are a Nanqing person, this North Qi just wants to pick, even if the little emperor Like you, take you to the North Qi, can he still marry his sister to you?"

Ye Linger inserted a mouth at this time: "I really can't see it... Fan Yusheng has a good skin, and the Northern Emperor is his fanatic."

When this statement came out, serious discussion became a joke.

Fan leisure smiled and smiled at the side of the man and women, and they said some interesting stories in the palace. Fan Xian is not clear, and gradually has produced an illusion that is excluded from the gas field. It is also said that before he entered Kyoto, the men and women in the flower hall were growing up from each other since childhood. The younger generation of the Qing Dynasty royal family has always had a good relationship. He...is originally an outsider.

However, Fan Xian did not immerse himself in this kind of emotion. Because of the previous discussion about the small emperor of Beiqi, he fell into meditation and felt that he seemed to be catching something very mysterious.

In his mind, he detailed the situation when he met with the Emperor of the Northern Qi in the upper capital, and carefully reviewed the tacit cooperation with the other party for a year and a half, supplemented by the aesthetic interest of the Northern Qi Emperor. With the small details of life, gradually there is a bright light in the brain to rush out.

Just can't get out.

Among the faint fragrances, Fan Xian has been worried, so that people around him are quietly watching him, he has not noticed.

Fan Xian suddenly found himself dying, smiled and said subconsciously: "Good fragrance."

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So sweet!

A faint fragrance filled the flower hall, Fan Wei was lost, and the nose seemed to have some kind of magic to make him lose his soul again. This fragrance is actually very light and elegant, but for him, it is so rich, That kind of thrilling!

Looking back, I saw that Wang Hao had already gone and returned, and he had changed clothes. Fan Xianqiang smiled and asked: "Where is the fragrance?"

Dawang’s glimpse slightly, and immediately smiled: “I didn’t expect you to be more intelligent than ice and snow, and your nose was generally delicate. This sachet was worn on me for a year, and Wang Ye never smelled it. I just wore it today. You will smell it."

Everyone looked at Fan Xian with curiosity. Ye Linger even smoked his nose and did not smell any special aroma. It was just that the aroma of the flower in the flower hall was swept away by the cold wind on the lake.

“Isn't it aroma?” Ye Linger asked curiously.

Wang Xiao smiled and said: "Of course it is not aroma." She took out a very delicate and delicate sachet from her waist and said, "From the Shangcheng."

Fan Xian has an extremely strong urge to take the sachet in his hand and smell it, but the sachet is a woman's personal body, meaning it is profound, and it is impossible to make this request.

After listening to Wang Hao’s words, his face has calmed down and he smiled and asked: “They have never been to Beiqi. Of course, they can’t smell this faint scent. I’ve been to the ground, no wonder I can smell it.”

Wang Xiao smiled and shook his head and said: "I bet you must have never sniffed... You have been to the Imperial Palace in Beijing, have you ever been to the mountains?"

Fan nodded.

Wang Wei said: "The golden osmanthus is in the sachet, and the golden osmanthus is on the mountain. The whole world should be the one... This golden osmanthus fragrance is very light, if you don't care. How can you not smell it?"

Fan Xiaoxiao said: "I went up the mountain only to stay in the Xibian Pavilion for a while, but I didn't see this rare golden osmanthus."

"Long in the mountains." Dawang said with a smile: "It was the solitary transplanted by the national teacher from the north, and the fragrance was not so heavy, so no one has been going to gather its stamen as a sachet... ...so I dare say that even if you have stayed in the palace, you have not smelled it."

Fan Xian asked in a strange way: "That Wang Wang you this sachet...

Everyone was a bit puzzled, why Fan Xian did not forget this sachet, always ask. Fan Xian is also afraid of showing his feet and smiles and explains: "I like this fragrance, I want to pick up the whole one."

Lin Yier smiled a little, knowing that Ming Fujun definitely did not think so. However, it is unclear to others that the great emperor disagreed and said: "The big man, how do you put your mind on these daughters' things."

The king glanced at him and said: "It is a good man to be able to embroider flowers."

The big prince immediately closed his mouth.

Dawang妃 turned to Fan Xiaoxiao and said: "You want to pick up the whole one for the morning county. It's not easy... It's not right, the people next to the world may not be easy, but you have a chance... You can repair the book yourself and ask for your majesty."

Under this shack, it is natural that the North Qi is the sire.

Fan leisurely smiled and said: "Is this only the princess who is also given by your country?"

"Yeah." Wang Hao showed a little homesickness in his eyes and said faintly: "In the past, only the sachet of golden osmanthus was worn in the capital. He said that he liked the taste of this kind of faint heart. Before I left Beijing That night, His Majesty gave me a sachet around me, so that I can remember the taste of my homeland in the South."

The atmosphere in the flower hall was somewhat sentimental by Wang Hao’s faint words.

Fan’s eyes glimpsed on the sachet, smiled, and said nothing.

******

After eating in the Grand Palace, I will talk about it. When the time had come, during the arrangement of the Great Emperor, Fan Xian and the Second Emperor had another deep discussion in the study, but the two people on the upstairs of the moon had already talked enough. Today, the second emperor has Ye Jia and a big master to support, and categorically refused to take a step back. Although Fan Xian knows his own situation is also like the second emperor said, it seems that the weight is like a mountain, but in reality it is like a tired egg, but the person is in the world, unable to help himself, he wants to withdraw. There is no such possibility.

At least the Qing emperor will not allow it.

After the second emperor glanced at him deeply, he slowly said: "I am sure, there is something I must remind you... No doubt. You are the biggest troublemaker in the country in the past two years...and that year You also know why the father has kept you growing up in Zhangzhou, instead of cleaning up all the troubles at the very least?"

Fan Xian bowed slightly, thinking that the second emperor is indeed a very good convincing person, if you do not consider Wu Zhushu's threat to the emperor. Emperor Qingguo secretly protects his own growth, only to explain one, although the king is ruthless. But there is always a three-point pity for his own interest.

"The father will not allow too much intense things between our brothers." The second emperor looked at him quietly and said: "But for you, if things can't be intensified, you can only sit and watch the waters go east." The situation is not as good as one day, this is where your problem lies."

Fan Xian smiled a little, thinking that the situation will soon be intensified. If he wants to keep all the current, he will inevitably need other people to bear the unbearable price.

"Life and death no matter." Fan leisurely looked at the two emperors, very serious.

Life and death have two meanings. One must be divided into birth and death, and the other is to talk about struggle only, not involving each other.

The second emperor raised his hand and patted his hand with Fan.

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In the afternoon, the Supervisory Office suddenly heard news that it was a change in Xihu, and the military sentiment had been sent to the Privy Council. As a banned army leader, the great emperor had to leave, and the second emperor and Li Hongcheng could still stay in the palace.

Fan Xian asked his wife and Ye Linger to talk more and more. They went out alone to the palace, took their own carriage, and did not wait for the big emperor. They told the carriage to walk slowly along the streets of Kyoto after snow.

Xihu’s affairs are not so urgent. It takes at least one month for the two places to go back and forth. It is not necessary to rush into the palace. Fan leisure needs time to digest what happened today.

The black carriage turned a few laps on the streets of Kyoto, and it was on a relatively lonely street. The Fujiko, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stared at the surroundings. Some unremarkable camouflage agents kept around the carriage. Security.

Fan leisurely closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the car. His face was pale and his lips were dry.

The faint golden osmanthus fragrance... It turned out that the scent of the night was golden osmanthus fragrance. He thought about the night, the temple, the field, the belt that didn't have time to wear. But obviously it is the rationale...that is, the reason...just, the scent of the earth before waking up, the hands that linger in their own temples?

His thin lips trembled twice, whispering a few swear words in a low voice, and subconsciously took a palm on the board next to him.

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There was a loud bang, Fan’s wrath under the wrath, and the overbearing arrogance of the body was surging. The palm of the hand touched it, and it was invincible. It was only a moment, and the wood on the quiet street shattered.

The black carriage was like a paper paste. It was half-smashed by this palm. The wheel was broken, the carriage was turned over, the horse was frightened, and the hoof was not limited. Fujiko was shocked and barely stood in the same place.

The dust gradually flattened, and the fan of a black official uniform stood between the gravel of the ground.

At his side, Hu Wei was as long as a long knife and a scabbard, and he was looking for an assassin. Seven or eight six-handed swordsmen were distributed around, clenching the iron on the waist, and the left-handed arrow was aimed at the periphery.

Fan Xian looked down for a long time, could not help but think of the two words in the letter that the mother left in the box, not to be slightly pulled by the lips, revealing a self-deprecating smile, sadly sighed: "Retribution..."

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