Every time Mingyun came to Wangdu, he lived with his mother in Miaoyuan. Miaoyuan is the yard where her mother lived before she got married, and the yard is full of flowers and trees of the four seasons, and there are flowers to enjoy and smell in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is not far from Dongruitang to Myoen, but it is a short walk north through a garden. When she returned to the wonderful garden, the courtyard was brightly lit, except for the sound of snow, it was quiet, and through the window she could see the shadow of her mother's loose hair reflected on the edge of the window, and the light and shadow of the candlestick in the house swayed.

It's the mother there.

Mingyun was overjoyed, his eyes lit up in an instant, he ran a few steps to the window, and shouted happily through the window: "Mother! The inside answered softly, but did not answer.

Mingyun leaned on the edge of the window, touched his mother's hair through the window, and said, "Mother, Ah Yun hasn't seen you in the past two days, where have you been, Ah Yun misses you so much." Her voice was soft, with attachment and coquettishness.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you can't remember what you've said a thousand times." A cold answer came from inside, and the figure in the window stood up, turned his back to her, and walked away.

"Mother, mother, daughter haven't seen you in days, so you can meet me." Mingyun saw that her mother was gone, patted the window, and begged anxiously and squeamishly.

"It's night, go to sleep, I don't see you today."

"What about tomorrow?" Mingyun asked.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's go back to the house."

The mother's voice was still cold, Mingyun's mouth pursed, a wave of grievances came up, her eyes immediately turned red, and she didn't speak, she just lowered her head and stood under the window without leaving, kicking the snow with her feet one by one.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a man came out of the house. Mingyun immediately raised his eyes to look, only to see that it was Luo Ying, the housekeeper beside his mother, who instantly lowered his head again.

Luo Ying stepped forward quickly, looked at Mingyun's expression, and coaxed softly: "How cold it is outside, little master, you better go back to the house quickly, how warm it is in the house." ”

Mingyun didn't move, only asked, "What did I do wrong again?" Why doesn't my mother see me?"

Luo Ying said: "Don't think about it, it's just late at night, Madame wants to rest early, and when Madame is in a better mood tomorrow, she will naturally see you." ”

Mingyun asked again: "Then what if you are in a bad mood tomorrow?" ”

"This, the slave is not easy to speculate."

"Then if you are in a bad mood forever, will you never see me again?" Mingyun quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, said "go back to the house" in a deep voice, and left quickly. Luo Ying wanted to speak in the back, and then shook her head and let out a long sigh.

Jin border city, Shiyi

When Xian Yuren opened his eyes again, he was in a trance.

There were no icy snow caves, no howling north winds, just flower-woven tents, thick bedding and bright windows. He was in pain all over, frowning and moving his head with great effort, trying to see the room clearly, but unexpectedly, he saw a child dozing on the side of the bed with his cheeks propped up, his head little by little, as if he was extremely sleepy.

At this moment, the door creaked open, and a young man in a navy blue winter robe walked in with a medicine jar.

"Are you awake?" The boy's eyes opened slightly, and he put the medicine jar on the table and walked quickly to the bed.

The Xianyu soldier tried to sit up with his arms propped up, but the quilt Ziji hurriedly stopped: "Lie down and don't move." If the wound collapses again, the gods will not be able to save you. ”

Xian Yuren looked at Ziji and opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

Ziji said: "You broke a rib, injured your lungs, and fell asleep for several days, and it is normal for you to be unable to speak for a while." ”

Zizhang, who was dozing off, heard the sound and opened his eyes leisurely, but before he could fully wake up, someone knocked on the door of his head. He rubbed his head in pain, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Senior Brother Ziji.

Ziji said: "Let you look at people, what are you doing?" ”

Zizhang touched his head and argued: "Senior brother, I'm just too sleepy. ”

"More quibbles?" Ziji raised his hand again, and Zizhang quickly hugged his head when he saw this: "Senior brother, I was wrong, I was wrong." ”

Ziji looked for a vacancy, and hit Zizhang on the top of his head again: "Every time, I admit my mistake and recognize Ma Yu." Go, tell Uncle Shi that the people here have woken up, and then go to the kitchen to bring a bowl of rice porridge. ”

"Xianyu people are awake?"

At this time, Zizhang realized that the person on the bed had really opened his eyes, he leaned over, opened his eyes and said excitedly to Xian Yuren: "You are really awake!" Did you know that you've been in a coma for three days! ”

When Xian Yuren heard this, his expression suddenly became excited, he raised his hand tremblingly, grabbed the corner of Ziji's clothes, opened and closed his mouth, desperately wanted to speak, and even wanted to get up. He squeezed out a pitch-shifting voice out of his throat, but it was too hoarse to hear what he was saying.

Ziji grabbed Xianyuren's shoulder and neck, pressed him, locked his brows and said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, don't make superfluous movements." It's not easy for you to survive, but it's even harder for us to save you, don't let our hard work be wasted. Whatever you want to do or where you want to go, first you have to be able to live. ”

Xian Yuren's hand was still clenched tightly, and his eyes were already red. His expression was complicated, and there were several emotions mixed in it, some eagerness, some unwillingness, some anger, and some despair.

Ziji looked at him forcefully: "It's possible to live, and everything is over when you're dead." ”

The snow had stopped, but outside, the north wind was still howling. The cold wind squeezed in through the cracks in the window, whining and wailing.

Xian Yuren gradually let go of his hand and spread it down weakly. The mouth opens and closes, and he speaks in a breathy voice.

Ziji's ears are very good, he can hear clearly, he is saying, "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die." As he spoke, he closed his eyes, and a tear slid out of the corner of his eye, slid down his thin cheek, and fell into the pillow, leaving a drop.

At night, Ziji didn't sleep for a long time and climbed to the roof alone.

There was a waning moon in the sky, and a few dim stars scattered in the night. The moment the tears of Xian Yuren slipped down the side of his face, the scene that he pressed deep in his heart exploded in his mind. He sat there, holding a purple bamboo flute in his hand, and gently stroked it.

The night in the border towns has always been silent, and this night the flute sounds leisurely. The sound of the flute in the quiet night is like an ethereal sound, like a dream sound, with sorrow and sorrow, lingering on the ice and snow under the moon.

After marching for half a month, the army had to return to the royal capital, and returned triumphantly, and the king greeted him personally. The celebration banquet was eaten from the palace to the outside of the palace, one after another. In this battle, Fan's plan to produce grain and grass was the first great achievement, and Fan Ying's third son was one of the leading generals. Fan's family is the first family in the family of Quanmen, with soldiers and power in his hands, and his power covers the sky, countless people sharpen their heads and compete to come to the knot, even if they can't make a knot, it is an achievement to sell a good one. As a result, the celebration banquet of flowing water has become a wonderful place to shoot horses and collect money.

As for the Xianyu people who were captured, both men and women with good looks were used for the entertainment of the powerful, while those with no faces were arranged to work in the iron mines in the suburbs.

Fan Ying is old and very majestic. His status is extremely high, and he can't catch up with idlers at all, and ordinary ministers and doctors are nothing in his eyes, so he almost never attends the table. Just last year, Fan Ying also convened an alliance of the princes of the eighteen countries in the name of the Jin State. For example, today's situation, the south is dominated by the Chu state, and the north is dominated by the Jin state. In the Jin Kingdom, the monarch is indisputable, and the clan is in charge. Among the six major clans, Fan Ying has the highest official position and the greatest power, so the vassal states of the Eighteen Routes have responded to the call. In order to show their attention, the big countries sent famous envoys to go, and the small countries that were struggling to survive in the cracks did not dare to support the big ones, so they had to go to the king in person, which can be seen from the status of Fan Ying among the nations. Looking at the Jin Kingdom, only the heads of the major clans can talk and laugh with him during the banquet, but the people who are born in the descendants of the big clans are a minority after all, and this group of people are born with a golden life, and they can get the best without doing anything. The ones who really need to drill are those who are not favored by the children of the side branches and the doctors from small families. Zhengqing's doctor Fan Ying, they are not qualified to climb, but his son can still try it with all his heart.

Fan Ying's identity is the most important, and his descendants are clearly distinguished. In his eyes, the concubine is the concubine, and the concubine is the concubine, which is incomparable. He has three sons-in-law and one daughter-in-law, all of whom are extremely important figures. Now Fan Ying's eldest son has not returned from a visit to Lu; The second son is said to be sick and easily does not see outsiders; Only the third son, Fan Jishe, often appeared at the banquet.

Fan Ji shot before he could stand, the age was only twenty-seven, ambitious, he was known for his heavy name, this time he went out with the army, and made great contributions to Xianyu, the fiefdom was nearly doubled, the hand controlled the strong army, decisive and ruthless, authoritarian Mo Er, quite "the heart of the top". But he has two elder brothers on his head, the eldest brother Wenxian and the second brother Wude, and Wude is superior to Wenxian, and there are many supporters in the clan. If Fan Jizhu wants to achieve his hopes, he will have to spend some time.

There is a man named Fan Wei in the side branch of the Fan clan, who is already quite old, and he is fifty in his Chinese New Year's Eve, but he has not yet obtained a decent official position, and has only attacked the false difference of a Shu Chang Jishi, whose status is below the doctor, and is the lowest hereditary official. His life is also stretched, and he is even a little sloppy, and his meager income is only enough to maintain his aristocratic face. It's not that he can't do it, on the contrary, Fan Yan is a person who can speak well, ask one answer and answer ten, and is the best at speculation. So why is he so degraded? There are two main reasons for this. First, he came from a bad background, he was a side room, he had no status, and he had many brothers in the family, so he didn't even get a piece of fiefdom over the years; The second is that he offended people, he and Ancheng doctor Fan Xiang had a disagreement when they were young, and the older they get, the deeper the resentment, this Fan Xiang now has an unusual status in the clan, and he is a close confidant of the elder Wenxian. In fact, Fan Mo has had the opportunity to climb up several times over the years, but every time he has failed under Fan Huan's calculations, how can he not hate?

This time, he took advantage of the opportunity for Fan Huan to accompany Changjun to visit Lu State, he sold his land and property, and bribed Sima Fu to find a position in the army as a deputy division commander. He is good at writing and not good at martial arts, and this move is also a last resort, he wants to get ahead, and he wants to retaliate against Fan Xun in turn, and he wants to go crazy. Jin took 12,500 men as an army and 2,500 men as a division, and each division had two commanders. The duty of the offender is to assist one of the deputy commanders. Although this Fan Mian is not good at skills, but his brain is sharp, with his advice, he has been reused by the deputy division commander, this deputy division commander is the person of Fan Ji's third son, Fan Ji, therefore, gradually he also fell into the eyes of Fan Ji.

All of this is exactly what he is planning.

After the Battle of Xianyu, he was not only promoted to official and became a middle doctor, but also received a rich reward. But Fan Yan felt that it was not enough, far from enough, and that what he wanted was more than that.