Every year the crane flies from the north to the south, and after wintering, it flies back to its homeland, and who can tie its wings except for the hunter's arrows.

They flew away. Yuan Lingjun leaned under the locust tree and gasped for breath, looking at the black horizontal bamboo in his hand. Qu Yi, what is he doing?

She stepped up a staircase, and a short distance behind her, someone sneaked through the woods, and she grunted, ignoring the surprised gazes of the guards of the temple, and went straight up the steps of the main hall.

"Is anyone there? I am back. Childe, Childe ......"

Without waiting for the palace people to answer, she pushed the door in, and the fine dust suspended in the air blinded her eyes, exuding an old and pungent smell everywhere.

The scene in front of her made her heart frightened, dim and dark, without the slightest popularity, and the hall seemed to have been sealed in the dust for a long time.

"Fan Jiang—" Yuan Lingjun roared, his eyes piercing red.

After the truce of the Yue family, Hetuo in the south was restless, Fan Jiang wanted to take care of the inner palace, but also to appease the previous dynasty, he was so busy that he was busy with the deployment of military forces, and finally sat down to drink a cup of tea, and the conversation of the Fan family's nephew made her feel uneasy.

Why can't the Fan family be like the Xu family?

"Fan Ying, the family responsibility of the future generations falls on the shoulders of you juniors, no matter how the situation changes in the future, you must first remember your surname, the Fan family climbed out of the abyss of the sea of blood, and only then did they achieve today's Fan. Don't perfunctory your elders with an indifferent attitude, it is not Fan Guifei who is in front of you at this time, she is talking to you as an aunt. ”

"Yes, my nephew remembers his aunt's teachings."

On the left and right of Fan Guifei sat a young man, both of whom had already performed the crown salute. The person Fan Guifei was talking to just now was sitting on her left hand, with a calm appearance and a complex and contradictory look in her eyes, it was Fan Ying, the young son of the Fan family who Fan Jiang had high hopes for.

Fan Ying was also one of the "Changshan Qilang", now it is not what it used to be, since the royal court incident, the original love of the "Changshan Qilang" no longer exists, whether it is to follow the choice of his father, or to focus on the interests of the family, or the temptation of high-ranking officials, Changshan Qilang officially parted ways. Huyan Zonglan was stationed in the south of Guannan with Dingyuan's general Cen Miao, Fan Ying, Zhang Bao, and Zhu Yin stood behind the Fan family, and Lu Yaoxue, Guan Quan, and Fu Piao followed the footsteps of Lin Zhen and other fathers and old ministers, and embarked on the road of supporting the king of Changshan.

Opposite Fan Ying sat a young man of a similar age, who had been hanging his head since he entered the main hall and had not spoken.

His low-eyed appearance made Fan Guifei frown frequently. Fan Xin is the illegitimate son of the fifth room of the Fan family, the same father as Fan Qi, he has the blood of the Fan family in his body, but his temperament is more like his biological mother who can't be on the stage.

Fan Qian was also present to accompany her. What puzzled her was that since her aunt had summoned her son, who was least popular with her father, to the palace and ordered him to serve by her side, she should have had a purpose, but she had never ignored him, what did she mean?

"You are Fan Xin." Concubine Fan turned her gaze to her nephew, whom she had never met.

"Yes." Fan Xin leaned out of his upper body. Thinking of his mother's admonition, he didn't dare to say a word more.

"Letting you enter the palace to protect the safety of the king is a glorious and dignified thing for you and your biological mother. Before coming, Fan Ying should have explained to you very clearly, what should be done, what should not be done, where should your eyes and ears be used, but everything is clear? ”

"The villain understands."

Seeing that he didn't know how to put his hands and feet, Fan Qian smiled "poof", and hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his lips: "Fan Xin, you should be called 'minister'." ”

No one sued sù these. Fan Xin hung her head in embarrassment, not knowing how to hide her embarrassment.

"Okay, Fan." Fan Jiang patted the two siblings and looked at them angrily. I don't know what the reason is, Fan Jiang was very disliked when he saw Fan Xin for the first time, and a strong sense of disgust arose in his heart. Could it be that the Fan family is really about to decline, and the clan can only come up with such a shameful thing.

The Fan family has similarities with the Feng family in the past, the family of the hairpin, but the later generations do not produce talents, they are all oak generations, and the elders of the clan pick out the best qualifications from the clan to cultivate vigorously, it is to no avail, even if Fan Ying is valued by Fan Jiang, it is only slightly better than other children and nephews, and does not meet the requirements of Fan Guifei.

"The third generation will decline in the future, and the descendants of the Fan family have received the grace of the ancestor Yin Emperor, which is already at the end of the road, and the Fan family can only be beautiful for a while when the noble concubine is still there, who can say it clearly." Whenever she heard someone say such an inauspicious remark, Fan Guifei was full of anxiety, and she hated to beat and scold all the descendants of the Fan family.

When Yuan Lingjun broke in from outside the hall, Fan Guifei's face was pale and ugly, as if she had just quarreled with someone.

Yuan Ling couldn't help but gloat, and most of his anger suddenly disappeared. "Mother, I want my son back." Now the palace where she lives is as cold as an ice cave.

Yuan Lingjun, who had come with a purpose, sat down loudly in front of Fan Jiang, holding his round chin in his hand, his eyes were red, but he was in a posture of imperativeness.

Fan Guifei's face was as bright as ever: "It's not impossible for the king to ask him to come back." ”

A room of Fan family, who believes. Yuan Lingjun became vigilant, she didn't believe that Fan Jiang agreed so readily.

"I'm here to tell you how you can get him out." Fan Guifei glanced at her nephews, one was too upright and not ashamed of her own practices, and the other was obedient and did not have half a distraction and strategy, and the descendants of the Fan family had made her feel cold.

When her eyes caught glimpse of Fan Xin, she suddenly had an idea, this bold idea could restrain Yuan Lingjun and make her obey her wishes, otherwise it would be difficult to move an inch. But she wasn't going to tell at this time.

Concubine Fan shook her hand and motioned for Yuan Lingjun to lean over and listen.

After the two of them finished whispering, Yuan Ling raised his eyebrows, "Is my mother discussing with me or is she informing me?" ”

"If the lord has a second choice, my mother will listen to it."

"Who is Fan Xin?" Yuan Lingjun glanced at everyone and stayed on the only person present who didn't know, "You? ”

"Yes, Chen Fanxin." Fan Xin bowed his head. He felt the other man's gaze seem to burn him through, and he was terrified.

"Hahaha......" Yuan Ling couldn't help laughing, and said, "Fan Xin, your aunt wants to leave you in hell, in that case, let's go hunt ghosts together." ”

After saying that, she patted her sleeve and walked out with a long smile.

"It's just the way the lord speaks, don't take it to heart." Fan Jiang twisted the Buddha beads. This sentence was said to Fan Xin.

Fan Xin nodded. He knew in his heart that not everything the Lord said was false. This is really hell, my aunt is not only secretly holding the king hostage and manipulating the ministers, but also controlling the fate of most people. But in troubled times, human life is as humble as grass, and only by relying on the shelter of a big tree can we survive for a lifetime. He didn't want to be like his birth mother.