Fuji Zijing brought another letter, in which Si Nanbo Fan Jian looked a little worried, it seemed that something had happened in the court that made him a little worried, but literally, this matter had nothing to do with the eldest princess's side. Fan Xian frowned and thought to himself, what could it be? The contents of the two sheets of paper are compared with each other, and the matter becomes obvious.

"Doing business and running government affairs, now it is hospital affairs, how long will this process take?" Fan Xian looked at the dark snow outside the window, smiled wryly and shook his head.

He knew that the task of sending an envoy to Northern Qi would eventually fall on his head as the deputy envoy for reception. On the one hand, he was drunk and sprinkled in the palace that time, and the edge was too sharp, even if he hid in Cangshan, it was not enough to calm the lake.

Second, Chen Pingping, who has never met, was her mother's close comrade-in-arms back then. It was obvious that he wanted to take over the class of the Supervision Academy, and this was also proved by Mr. Fei Jie. And if you want to take over the class of the Supervisory Yuan. This is even more difficult than being a prime minister. You can't just because of your family background and a little fame that you can deter thousands of shady agents in the hospital.

The Supervision Yuan is not an ordinary six-department yamen, and people who are incapable can only mix for a while and cannot control a lifetime, and the Supervision Yuan is the most relied on secret agency of His Majesty the Emperor. What is needed most is stability. So Chen Pingping handed over this task to herself, if she can successfully save Yan Bingyun back, then she can gain the favor of Yan Ruoyun in one fell swoop. And after that Yan Gongzi returned to Beijing. will definitely take the position immediately, plus Fei Jie and Chen Pingping's secret arrangement. You can get the support of at least half of the bosses yourself.

The problem is that his father, Fan Jian, seems to just want to accept Neku in peace and be a rich man.

What is the trade-off between the two? Fan Xian knew that he didn't have much right to speak, so it depended on what His Majesty the Emperor thought. Thinking of that His Majesty, Fan Xian's brows furrowed even more, if he really gradually took over the Supervision Yuan, it seemed that he could only prove some of his terrifying conjectures.

The envoy to Northern Qi was an opportunity to gild, but Fan Xian knew that if he was just brass, no matter how he plated, it would not be able to turn into gold. Although at this time, he still didn't know the most dangerous part of the Supervision Yuan's plan, he could also guess that this trip to the north would be very unusual.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were blowing, and at the end of the long corridor, there was a faint sound of laughter and a fiery red light. In this snowy night, it is extremely warm.

Fan Xian put the two letters between the palms of his hands, kneaded them into powder without changing his face, opened the window and threw them on the snow, the powder was mixed with the powder snow, and he could no longer find it, and the night wind outside also blew in, making his face cold.

The candles in the room became brighter when they dimmed.

"Close the window, freeze to death. Wan'er, who got up early, stretched out half of her face pitifully from the quilt, her mouth and nose were hidden under the quilt, and she looked at Fan Xian with a pair of talking eyes: "Go to sleep, let them go crazy, my brother is very well-behaved, don't worry." ”

Fan Xian smiled and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, naturally stretched his hand into the quilt, gently stroked his wife's plump breasts, but said the next thing in his mouth: "Dabao is naturally well-behaved, but you have to know that our good brother, no matter what, maybe tomorrow you will take Dabao to the mountains to catch bears." ”

It's been a long time since the wedding, but Lin Wan'er still hasn't gotten used to the hand that her father-in-law stretched out anytime and anywhere, her face was flushed, her eyes seemed to be dripping with water, she grabbed the thief's hands on her chest with her backhand, and said, "I'm not honest again." ”

"The lady called me to sleep, how dare I be honest?" Fan Xian smiled, slapped his backhand, and the bright candle was suddenly extinguished, leaving only a quiet room and a couple. After a while of the sound of Suosuo undressing, Fan Xian took off only a single coat and put it into the quilt, Lin Wan'er was soaked by the coldness on his body, couldn't help but tremble, and said: "I go to bed so late every night, and I don't know what to do at the table?"

"Is this a grudge?" Fan Xian laughed at this little wife, Wan'er is not yet sixteen this year, in her previous life, she was still a little girl who was treasured by her parents, but now she has become her own wife, begging for joy every night, I don't know if she can't help but stand it, while thinking, the palm of her hand can't help but rub it on Wan'er's soft chest, through the slippery silk single clothes, this kind of rich and smooth touch makes him feel extremely beautiful.

Lin Wan'er hummed softly, and the whole person leaned on his arms.

Fan Xian lowered his head and pouted at her fleshy lips, the bodies of the two people slowly rubbed, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, and the bodies of both were slightly hot.

……

The clouds disperse and the rain stops, the fog is clear, and the flowers bloom and finally merge.

The wind and snow outside the window are still there. The quilt is warm like spring. The sleepy and weak Wan'er shyly lowered her head into Fan Xian's arms, Fan Xian looked at his wife distressedly, and couldn't help but gently touch Wan'er's lips with her fingers, and somehow thought of the chicken leg in the Qing Temple.

"You...... Your hands are not clean. Wan'er turned her head away in shame and anger.

Fan Xian smiled softly: "Where is it not clean again? ”

Lin Wan'er was afraid that her husband would say something more embarrassing, so she quickly changed the subject: "Do you want to go to Northern Qi or not?"

Fan Xian hugged her tighter and asked, "Are you willing to live with me for the rest of your life?"

"Huh?" I couldn't see Wan'er's expression in the dark, but I thought that I must be very nervous why the husband asked such a sentence, in this world, marrying and obeying the husband, how to see the truth of turning back halfway. Angry and anxious, he said: "Why did Xianggong ask like this." ”

Fan Xian knew that he had asked something inappropriate, and explained with a wry smile: "Just asked casually." "Actually, after all, he still has some habits from his previous life. Although I worshipped heaven and earth with Wan'er and drank the same cup, I always wanted to hear something from the mouth of this cute girl.

"Ask casually?" Lin Wan'er was half-convinced, and said weakly: "Xianggong is thinking about Miss Sisi." ”

This Fan Xian only remembered Sisi, who had been deliberately left in the Fan Mansion in Kyoto, Fujiko Jing said that she had a good life in Beijing, but her grandmother was so foolish. You have to solve it yourself.

He comforted Wan'er and said: "How can you think about this, it's just that the two of us are going to be in one place for a lifetime, of course, we have to plan for a long time." It's not that you don't know that your mother has always looked at me unpleasantly. ”

This is a fresh and interesting thing to say, and a few words that have been mixed up for a lifetime fell into Wan'er's ears, which made her heart warm and very satisfied. Youyou responded: "What other way do I have to marry my husband?" ”

"That's it. In the dark, Fan Xian smiled slightly, the lines at the corners of his lips were very gentle, and he said softly: "The nobles in Beijing are playing a big table of mahjong, I don't know if I can win the cards." ”

Wan'er smiled and responded: "I'm not as good as you for things like black boxing, and you're not as good as me for things like playing cards." This is the sentence that Fan Xian provoked Zhuang Mohan to vomit blood in front of the palace, and it has already spread throughout Kyoto.

……

Outside the window, the wind and snow were urgent, and Fan Ruoruo, who couldn't sleep, held an umbrella, looked at the distance in the dark night, and carefully kept a distance from the edge of the stone floor. With a smile on her face, her heart was a little empty, her most admired brother had already gotten married, where was her future?

Snowflakes fell on the umbrella and hit her heart.

Wuzhu, who was covered with the eternal black cloth, came behind her quietly, and a voice without a trace of emotion sounded in Fan Ruoruo's ears: "Can you keep it a secret?"

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In the early morning of the second day, Fan Xian came back from practice, and was somewhat surprised to find that Dabao was surrounding a fox fur and looking at the cliff below the manor with a satisfied expression. Fan Xian was worried that he accidentally stumbled and fell off Qingping, so he hurriedly walked over and asked softly, "Dabao, what are you looking at?"

Dabao grinned stupidly and pointed to him: "Xiao Xianxian, there is a big white bird there." ”

In the mountains in the distance, there is a faint white mist rising, there are several black-necked and black-tailed white cranes are bending their necks there to feed, suddenly raising their heads and singing, crisp to the extreme, but continuous, in the call of the white cranes spread their wings and dance, very beautiful.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, thinking to himself in this cold winter weather, how could he still see the crane staying on the Cangshan Mountain, could there be a hot spring there? The crane is free and does not like to be restrained, so the crane dance in the distance looks very free and casual, Fan Xian couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his spirit was lifted.

"Dabao, do you like those birds?"

"I don't like it. ”

Fan Xian was slightly surprised, and asked with a smile, "Why?

Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, "Lao Jump is too tired, Dabao looks panicked." ”

Fan Xian laughed and patted his brother-in-law's thick shoulder, I don't know why, after entering Kyoto, the three conversations with Dabao made him feel the most relaxed, maybe because the other party really looked like a child, so he didn't need to worry about anything, right?

Although the crane dance is beautiful, it is indeed too tiring.

"Dabao, how are you playing these days?"

There was a hint of confusion between Dabao's broad eyebrows, as if he didn't know how to answer this question, but he still tried hard to answer it clearly, and squeaked and said, "Quite ...... Endure...... Okay, play mahjong...... The little fat man lost his temper and was quite ...... Playful. ”

Fan Xian smiled, looking at the thick snow forest below the stone flat, the fog in the distance, and the white crane in the fog, speechless for a long time.