The officials in the house were gathered to look at the palace newspaper, which clearly stated everything that happened in the north, whether it was in terms of time or information, it was much more attractive than the newspaper from the palace, not to mention the news of Qingguo's victory. Fan Xian smiled bitterly and took out the crumpled newspaper from his arms, said sorry to Mr. Pan Ling, the great calligrapher of the Wenge Pavilion in his heart, and then sat back at his table and began to drink tea.

The bystanders were happily talking about the war, and no one noticed his quietness. Instead, Lord Shaoqing looked at him and smiled slightly, motioning for him to come out. Fan Xian walked out of the door with some trepidation and came to a secluded place. This is already the depths of the courtyard, with a stone table and two stone chairs. Lord Shaoqing motioned for him to sit down, and then asked with a smile, "Everyone is happy, but Jun is sitting alone and silent, I don't know why?"

This Shaoqing's surname is Ren Shao'an, and he was also a romantic figure back then, and later married a county lord, and he has been climbing steadily in Taichang Temple. It is somewhat similar to the situation faced by Fan Xianjinrì. Fan Xian didn't know if Lord Ren was sad about something, so he wanted to sigh to himself, so he couldn't talk back, so he had to smile faintly and said: "It's natural for the court to win this battle, so it's not a surprise." ”

"Why is it a natural thing?" Ren Shaoqing asked curiously.

Fan Xian really didn't have any unique insights into military affairs, so he had to prevaricate: "Your Majesty is wise, the soldiers use their lives, and the Northern Qi is weak-minded, so they will naturally win in a battle." ”

Ren Shaoqing looked at him with a smile and said, "I just remembered that this time the two countries fought again, but it was inseparable from the assassination of Master Fan. ”

Fan Xian was stunned, and then remembered that one of the excuses for Qingguo to send troops to aid Zhao this time was that the Northern Qi assassins infiltrated Qingguo's Kyoto with the intention of murdering the minister's son. Thinking of those dry bones on the riverside in the northern Xinjiang, and the wives of the beloved people in the boudoirs of various states and counties, Fan Xian didn't know why, his heart was a little blocked, and he sighed: "The soldier is a murder weapon, and the saint has to use it as a last resort." He knew that although Qingguo had been in peace for more than ten years, the martial god in his bones had not faded, so he paid attention to hiding something, but in front of Ren Shaoqing, he thought it was just chatting, so he said it casually.

Ren Shaoqing seemed to appreciate his words, and nodded: "Although this is the case, but this time I have obtained a lot of land, and Qingguo has a few years of peace, which is worth it." ”

Fan Xian is not a sour pacifist and acknowledges this fact with a smile. Ren Shaoqing said again: "Although all the achievements of the war belong to His Majesty, the DPRK and China have been secretly planning for this matter for two months, which can be regarded as exhaustion. ”

Fan Xian immediately tasted something else from this sentence, knowing that Lord Shaoqing was saying that the civilian system in the DPRK and China had also contributed a lot to the war. After all, Fan Xian had two lifetimes of experience and knew that fighting a war was a logistics after all, so he said sincerely: "The lords of the court and the central government have also made great contributions. ”

Ren Shaoqing smiled with satisfaction, and then said: "The Prime Minister and you are about to become Weng's son-in-law, if you have free time, you still have to go to the mansion to ask more, it is more appropriate." ”

"This is natural, thank you Lord Shaoqing for reminding me. A cold sweat flowed down Fan Xian's back, he was about to marry Wan'er, but he hadn't visited his future father-in-law yet, this was really unreasonable, but ...... This should be an open and honest relationship between the Lin Mansion and the Fan Mansion, why did Ren Shaoqing want to tell himself in private.

Sure enough, Ren Shaoqing said softly: "The teacher wants you to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to sit alone, and I don't want to alarm too many people." ”

Fan Xian was stunned.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――― the second rì court, there was a lot of praise for the military, and the Supervision Yuan was also rewarded for its intelligence efforts. However, to everyone's surprise, the household servant Si Nan Bo Fan Jian made a statement that this victory was all due to the Prime Minister's dedication, the first country and then the family affairs, the logistics, and the grain and grass were effective, which was really a great achievement. The ministers were noisy, and they didn't understand why the original political enemies were so harmonious today, but when they thought of the marriage between the two families, they suddenly realized.

What's even more unexpected is that in the back, Guo Youzhi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, who has always been the prime minister's faction, spoke out against it, how. The most unexpected thing is ...... Chen Pingping went to court, and when His Majesty asked, he sat in a wheelchair and whispered four words: "Prime Minister is hard." ”

At this point, the political enemies who had been constantly attacking the prime minister under the pretext of Wu Bo'an's collusion with the Northern Qi suddenly quieted down, and His Majesty the Emperor issued an order to comfort him, and Lin Ruofu regained his footing. And the government and the opposition are rumored that the prime minister has fallen to the second prince because of his marriage with the Fan family. The second prince, who was originally helpless in the court, suddenly became a hot figure.

No one knew that behind this qiē event, it was actually just a small talk between the depressed Taichang Temple Ren Shaoqing and the Taichang Temple Bapin Xielulang under the courtyard wall.

Tong Guò himself sold a good thing to his father-in-law, a good time, Fan Xian's heart felt a little more secure, although he was still very afraid that the prime minister would find out that Lin Ergongzi was killed by himself, but he was not always hiding like he had in the previous two months.

You don't have to go to Taichang Temple every day for the ministry, you only have to go to order a mat every ten days. In the afternoon of this day, Fan Xian came to the royal palace in a carriage.

Now that his marriage to the girl in the courtyard is already known to the whole of Beijing, and the Fan Mansion is generous, the guards in charge of it have begun to turn a blind eye. Fan Xian and his sister walked in together, not in the mood to see the wildflowers and weeds in the garden, just along the stone road to the small building. Fan Ruoruo was a little surprised: "My brother is quite familiar with the road here. ”

Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "I remember xìng well, it's not that you don't know." But I laughed secretly in my heart, I would go in and out of this garden for two or three nights in ten days, and it was really difficult to think about it.

It's a pity that according to the rules, he, the future county lord, still can't see Lin Wan'er in the other courtyard, so he has to sit downstairs and drink tea, Ruoruo goes up alone. He is not in a hurry, anyway, his fiancée, who can be seen every night, is not in a hurry. After a while, two people came down, and when they saw the girl following behind Ruoruo, Fan Xian's eyes lit up. That girl's eyes were clear, and her eyebrows were slightly thick, but she didn't look rude, but she was very jīng god, and it was Ye Ling'er, the only daughter of Ye Chong, the Kyoto garrison adult.

Ye Ling'er saw a strange man waiting downstairs, a little strange. Fan Xian already smiled and got up to greet him, and arched his hand: "Miss Ye, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

As soon as the words came out, Fan Xian knew that something was wrong, and when he saw Ye Ling'er, he was wearing makeup, and he was using the identity of a doctor. Today, he came to visit the courtyard with his identity clear, and he didn't see him for a long time, but he was afraid that Ye Ling'er would be suspicious.

To his surprise, Ye Ling'er just glanced at him lightly, bent down and said, "I've seen Fan Gongzi." ”

Seeing that she knew her identity, and was not surprised by what she said before, Fan Xian knew that it must be Wan'er who told this best friend about the relationship between the two, and said with a smile: "Wan'er is grateful to have a girl with her, and she is not bored on the sickbed, Fan Xian is here to thank you." ”

Ye Ling'er said coldly: "Fan Gongzi is polite. ”

Fan Xian saw that this woman didn't seem to like him very much, and he wasn't so angry, he didn't think that with his beautiful face, he could make all the women in the world have a natural good impression of him, so he just smiled slightly, saluted again, turned to Ruo Ruo and said, "How is the matter of asking?"

Fan Ruoruo smiled and said, "You are in a hurry for this, Sister Lin said ......"

Fan Xian suddenly waved his hand and said with a smile: "A little thing about your own family, let's go home and talk about it." ”

Ye Ling'er was furious when she heard this, thinking that this Fan Xian is really a narrow-minded person! The meaning of this is too obvious, but it means that the affairs of the Fan Lin family do not need to be mixed with her surname Ye? She said angrily: "Fan Gongzi, don't deceive people too much when you talk and do things. ”

Fan Xian was stunned, thinking to himself where to start, why did this Ye girl have such a big temper, she was a little inexplicably irritated in her heart, she didn't bother to pay attention to her, took her sister's hand and walked outside the house.

Walking outside the courtyard, Ye Ling'er also went out of the house with the people under Yahuan, looked at Fan Xian holding Fan Ruoruo's hand, and sneered.

Fan Xian didn't understand, he still held Ruoruo's slightly cool little hand and waited for the carriage to come, but Ruoruo's face became a little embarrassed, it is true, it is rare in this world that brothers and sisters are as close as them, and Fan Xian does not pay attention to these very often. Looking at his sister's expression, Fan Xian finally figured it out, thinking about why that woman kept pestering herself, and there was naturally a bright moon and a clear breeze between him and Ruoruo, so he was extremely angry, turned back to Ye Ling'er and frowned and asked, "Miss Ye, are you not disciplined by adults at home, so you walk around Kyoto and Dingzhou every day?"

Ye Ling'er didn't expect that her unintentional sneer would provoke such a vicious verbal attack from the other party, and she scolded angrily: "Who do you say is uneducated?"

"Who said that?" Fan Xian smiled softly: "No one here seems to have said it." ”

Seeing him playing a scoundrel, Ye Ling'er was even more angry and shouted: "Then you are not a person who walks around Kyoto every day and is about to get married, and you are not in shape, and I haven't seen you go to Taichang Temple a few times, are you also a family without adult discipline?"

Fan Xian's xìng affection is gentle with a hint of killing, but more of it is a bad wilt, knowing that if he is not angry, the other party will be even more angry, so he said more gently: "I came to visit my fiancée, and it makes sense to be reasonable." Miss Ye is good friends with my Wan'er and visits me often, I thank you, but I just hope that you will pay attention to your words and stop trying to provoke the relationship between our own family. ”

Ye Ling'er's lips were angry, and when she heard the other party playing this trick again, she said hatefully: "Just like you, I don't know what Wan'er likes about you." ”

Fan Xian sighed and said, "Where am I?"

Ye Ling'er hated and said: "If you can't write anything, if you can't do martial arts, is it a loss to you?"

Fan Xian smiled a little ashamedly, and said: "I am very disgusted with boasting, but the general biography of Jingzhong is Wu Shuangquan below, Wen Neng becomes a poem in seven steps, and Wu Neng kills people in seven steps. ”

Seeing his posture, Ye Ling'er thought of the other party's name, stomped her feet angrily, didn't know what to say, and suddenly bit her extremely ruddy thin lips, put her hand on the knife at her waist, and after a few thoughts, she finally took down the knife and threw it on the ground in front of Fan Xian, making a crisp sound.