A horse-drawn carriage ran over the bluestone pavement at Xinjiekou, making a squeaking sound. The winter was deep, there was already ice on the road, and the four-wheeled carriage did not dare to go too fast, the coachman Su Wenmao was cautiously waving his whip, and the six swordsmen of the Supervision Yuan wearing galostics were walking with the carriage while looking around, and the members of the Qinian group were scattered, disguised as ordinary people dressed as cotton jackets, and hidden in the crowd of onlookers on the street.

On the carriage is the emblem of the Fan family, which intersects in square circles and flows with gold and black edges. In the carriage sat Fan Xian and Gundam, and two tiger guards sat opposite them. Fan Xian was quiet and said, "The battle row is too big, too conspicuous. ”

Gundam picked up the corner of the thick curtain of the car window, glanced down the street, and said calmly: "Assassins suddenly came to the mountains, who knows if Jingzhong is safe or not, Your Majesty is very angry about this, and strictly orders your subordinates to ensure your safety." ”

His gaze swept over the street, there were not many pedestrians on the street, but the people in the houses and shops had already discovered the carriage of the Fan family, and guessed who was sitting in the carriage, and they all cast strange glances into the carriage, and the rumor had been spread for many days, and the news that Fan Xian was the illegitimate son of His Majesty had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the world. Looking at the direction of the carriage, the people of Kyoto knew that Lord Xiao Fan was going to enter the palace, and they couldn't help but start to speculate, wondering if today's Kyoto would provide people with more shocking news.

The palace seems to be far and near.

The carriage stopped at the periphery of the square in front of the palace, and after the incident of the suspended temple, the guard of the forbidden army became much stricter. Fan Xian got out of the carriage, took the big coat handed over by Su Wenmao, and took a cane and clamped it under his armpit. Knowing that Fan Xian's external injuries had already healed, Gundam couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

Fan Xian ignored his gaze and led everyone towards the cool and majestic red and yellow palace city.

Before he arrived at the palace gate, the guards of the forbidden army in charge of guarding had already divided into a small group and followed, silently but very thoughtfully, shielding him from the wind and welcoming him into the palace gate. This kind of treatment has always been only enjoyed by those old and frail senators, and even the princes categorically do not get such favor, Fan Xian couldn't help frowning, and his heart was a little inexplicable.

He didn't know that the eldest prince had secretly told his subordinates. Although the eldest prince didn't explain anything, those faint statements were enough to make it clear to all the generals of the forbidden army that the rumors did not hurt Fan Xian's status, and even more so that the relationship between Fan Tisi and His Royal Highness had already recovered well.

The person who is in charge of receiving at the gate of the palace today is the father-in-law Hou that Fan Xian saw when he first entered the palace, and the two have long been extremely familiar. Father-in-law Hou said with a flattering face: "Fan ...... Young master, thanks to the slave who got up early today, who would have expected you to come so early. ”

Fan Xian scolded with a smile, and asked with a slight doubt: "Last month, you said that you went to the Xi Official Bureau, and the first few times you entered the palace, Lao Yao was also responding, why did you come out again today?"

Hou Gonggong said with a smile: "Lao Yao went out of the palace to do business, and His Majesty asked the slave to come over today to take over a day's work." ”

Fan Xian nodded, followed him to the palace, all the way through the garden of Daping Palace, there was a match to talk, after a while, Fan Xian finally sighed, and said quietly: "In these rìzi, I am used to seeing the eyes of others, or Lao Hou, you are interesting enough, treat the official as usual." ”

Gonggong Hou was slightly stunned, and then his heart became hot, and he said flatteringly: "Look at what you said, Young Master Fan only has the share of becoming more and more prosperous, and of course the little one has to wait carefully." ”

Fan Xian didn't say anything, just smiled, in fact, he did feel something, everyone would be a little unnatural after knowing their relationship with the royal family, but the eunuchs in the palace didn't seem to have much reaction.

He didn't know that the eunuchs of the Qingguo Palace had always maintained a balance between the princes and princes, and they didn't dare to vote for the master, they were no better than the ministers, once they voted for the wrong master, after the other party ascended the throne in the future, they would only die. So on the contrary, they were respectful and distant from the prince, and they often served the emperor, except for the crown prince, they were not too afraid of the other three princes.

Whether Fan Xian is the prince or not is not important to the eunuchs, but his own official position is the reason why the eunuchs are flattering.

............ After walking through several familiar palaces along the way, and finally arrived in front of the imperial study, Hou Gonggong cautiously spoke outside the door, turned around and glanced at Fan Xian, and then retreated to the side.

After the door opened, Fan Xian walked in, stood in front of the high bookcase, and put his cane aside as if he was watching the fold on the soft couch, pretending to be a little unnatural, and bowed to the emperor.

The emperor didn't raise his head, but snorted, and said, "Find a place to sit by yourself, and I'll talk about it after I've finished reading this." ”

How can you find a seat by yourself in the imperial study? Hong Zhu, who was guarding the side with a handle whisk, was extremely clever, and when he heard the meaning of His Majesty, he hurriedly went to the back and moved an embroidery pier out and placed it next to Fan Xian. Fan Xian smiled gratefully at the little eunuch and sat down, but he thought to himself, why is this child's green px still so vigorous?

The emperor lowered his head, as if he didn't see this scene, but a smile flashed in his eyes when he looked at it.

There was silence in the imperial study, no one dared to speak, and the eunuchs inside and outside the door did not dare to make a sound. This is not the first time that Fan Xian has been alone with the emperor, but after the rumor spread, the two of them were in the same room like this, his heart was always a little inexplicably nervous, and his chest was also a little itchy, and he couldn't help coughing twice, and the cough suddenly echoed in the imperial study, which was extremely clear, but it startled himself.

The Emperor glanced up at him, said nothing, and began to review the recitals again.

Fan Xian hurriedly sat up straight on the stool, and began to quietly watch the emperor's work, he knew that not too many people had the opportunity to see the scene in front of him, too long, so that he was a little distracted, and began to subconsciously observe the emperor's appearance, although the emperor lowered his head slightly at this time, but Fan Xian still found a few familiar shadows from his clear face, to be precise, it was similar to himself.

This is probably the so-called blood relationship.

The emperor spent a long time reviewing the recitals, and there were many folds on the desk, and his eyebrows were sometimes furrowed angrily, sometimes happily stretched, sometimes silent and gloomy, and sometimes passionate. The territory of Qingguo is vast, there are seven roads and 26 counties, and there are countless prefectures and counties, and it is really a very difficult thing to rule the world with Kyoto as the center. If it is an emperor who pursues the rule of vertical arches, he may issue power to the cabinet and travel to the mountains and rivers every day, and the current emperor of Qingguo is obviously unwilling to be a mediocre lord, and he will not let go of the power of the empire at all, so he does not hesitate to drive Prime Minister Lin Ruofu out of the court, and only set up a ...... of the middle book under the door" This is simply masochistic. Fan Xian looked at the scene in front of him, and a sneer flashed in his heart, being an emperor is really not an interesting thing, in comparison, it seems to be a good choice to grow flowers like King Jing.

The rì head gradually moved to the middle of the sky, and after the sun sprinkled down through the layers of cold clouds, it had been frozen and lost all its heat, and the people in the palace seemed to have forgotten the time. At this moment, the emperor finally finished the morning royal approval, closed the last letter, closed his eyes and slowly recuperated, and finally stretched his waist.

The eunuchs rushed in, towels, Qingxin tea, small snacks, and incense, and began to cast them on the emperor's body and stomach. Fan Xian noticed that the towel did not have a trace of cold air in this winter, frowned, and asked, "Your Majesty...... Is this cold?"

The emperor snorted, took the towel and wiped it vigorously on his face, and said vaguely: "It's cold to the bone, you can wake up." ”

Fan Xian thought about it, and finally said: "Your Majesty, try it with a hot towel, it's good for your body." ”

The emperor was slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "The hot towel is too warm and comfortable, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep." ”

Fan Xian also laughed: "Use the hot one, the hotter the better." He suddenly almost choked, coughing and waving his hand anxiously, "Of course, be careful not to burn." ”

The emperor suddenly showed a meaningful smile, looked at him twice, and said, "Yes, it is relatively calm. ”

Fan Xian was speechless.

The emperor's gaze moved to the cane behind Fan Xian, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This kid is as tough as his mother...... You want to deliberately let me see that he is behaving well, and you want me to reprimand him and strengthen his heart, do you think I can't understand it?"

Thinking like this, the emperor remembered more and more about someone's good life back then, and the more he realized that Fan Xian was a person who didn't think anything wrong, but was a little lonely...... Good son. He got up and walked outside the imperial study, motioning for Fan Xian to follow him. Fan Xian hurriedly went to get the cane, and the emperor laughed and said, "I knew that you were almost healed from your injuries, so why do you pretend to be pitiful in front of me?"

Although it is broken, there is no anger from the Son of Heaven. Fan Xian was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect the emperor to ...... Without reprimanding himself, he smiled, threw his cane aside, and walked out with the emperor.

Fan Xian's first psychological confrontation with the so-called "father", Fan Xian won.

――――――――――――――――――――― walked along the long eaves of the palace to the northwest, and the hall gradually thinned along the way, leaving behind him the grand buildings of the Taiji Hall of the Hanguang Palace. The palace maids and eunuchs they saw all the way bowed their heads humbly, and behind the emperor and Fan Xian, there was only Hong Zhu, the little eunuch. Gradually, even the palace maids and eunuchs rarely appeared, the winter garden was extremely quiet, there was occasional residual snow on the rockery, there was no bird sound, no insect chirping, just quiet and quiet.

Fan Xian knew in his heart where he was going, so he was naturally silent, and the emperor seemed to be in a somewhat strange mood, so he didn't say anything. It wasn't until even the cold palace had disappeared and the palace was in a dilapidated state that the emperor stopped. At this time, in front of everyone is a quiet small courtyard, the courtyard is not big, there are only two wooden buildings inside, the building is a little dilapidated, it should not have been repaired for many years.

As the emperor walked in, Fan Xian's mood began to tense and he took a deep breath.

The outside of the small building is dilapidated, but the inside of the building is extremely clean and unclean, and it should be cleaned here all year round.

Ascending to the second floor, in the main hall, the emperor finally sighed, walked out of the building, and looked at the garden across the terrace in silence for a long time. The corner of the imperial palace opposite the terrace is already the most remote and quiet place in the imperial city, the flowers and plants in the garden are uncared for, growing wild on their own, and then they are deceived by the autumn wind, cold dew and snow, and fall to the ground, looking like countless killed corpses, yellow and white.

The corner tower of Huayang Gate can be faintly seen in the distance.

Fan Xian stood silently behind the emperor, naturally it was difficult to speak, but Yu Guang had already swept the hall and did not see the portrait he expected.

The little eunuch Hong Zhu was like a trick, he didn't know where to renovate the boiling water from the small building, made tea, and respectfully put it on the table, so he honestly went downstairs, not daring to wait beside him.

............ "I asked you to wait in the imperial study. The emperor's face was facing the railing, and his hands were firmly and forcefully holding the railing, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, "I want to tell you that you have the way of a king." ”

Fan Xian remained silent.

"As the king of a country, I ...... We must consider the community, and we must consider the people of the world. The emperor said leisurely, his eyes looking straight into the distance, "Emperor, it's not an easy profession...... Your mother used to say that. So sometimes I have to give up something, even something quite precious, and put you in Shanzhou for 16 years, and you don't complain about me. ”

On this day, Fan Xian had been waiting for a long time, and he was also very solid mentally prepared, but when he suddenly heard this, he still couldn't stop a chill from killing along his neck to the top of his head, and he didn't know how to speak, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly bit his lower lip and responded in a clear voice: "Minister...... I don't know what His Majesty means by this. ”

Fan Xian's reaction seemed to have been expected by the emperor, he smiled self-deprecatingly, did not look back, but his tone became softer: "Including your brothers, all the people in this world, even if they have a grudge against me, I am afraid that no one will dare to say it in front of me and show it...... Anzhi, you really have a bit of your mother's legacy. ”

Fan Xian forcibly straightened his neck and stubbornly didn't say a word.

"I don't understand what I mean by this?" The emperor turned around, and the pale yellow shirt looked more noble on the side of the railing of the Winter Tower, and he said slowly: "I mean, you are mine...... Biological son. ”

............ Fan Xian was silent, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed, lost his smile, smiled dumbly, and there was an indescribable bitterness and sadness in his laughter, and after a long time, he slowly collected the smile on his face, and was a little confused for a while, whether he had forgotten before, since the step of entering the palace, whether he was performing according to the plan, or whether he had completely substituted for the role of the emperor's illegitimate son, it was difficult to play!

He bowed deeply to the emperor, but still refused to say anything.

The emperor sighed in his heart, completely deceived by Fan Xian's feelings, and said quietly: "It is rumored in Kyoto that I could not recognize it, but I will eventually admit it, because you will ...... It's my flesh and bones. ”

The emperor approached him, looked at the unique perseverance and stubbornness on the face of the beautiful young man in front of him, and the pity on his face disappeared, and he did not ask Fan Xian to answer anything, but said to himself: "You will be eighteen next month." ”

Fan Xianhuo Ran raised his head, stopped talking, and said lightly after a while: "Minister...... I don't know where I was born. ”

This sentence pierced into the emperor's heart, making this generation of emperors who had always been cold-minded also feel a little guilty after all, and he said slowly after a little consideration: "The eighteenth day of the first month. ”

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and then sighed with a wry smile: "When I waited until eighteen, I realized that I was born at eighteen." ”

The emperor smiled gently, the more he looked at the child in front of him, the more he liked it, and subconsciously said: "In the countryside, I can teach you to be such a sensible child...... Anzhi, how is the old man's health lately?"

Fan Xian lowered his head and was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally opened his mouth: "Nǎinǎi is in excellent health, minister...... I often correspond with the state. ”

"Oh. Hearing that he finally stopped calling himself a courtier, the emperor warmed his heart, smiled comfortingly, and began to ask Fan Xian about his life when he was a child very softly.

The conversation had a reason, and Fan Xian seemed to have adapted to a little new "relationship between monarchs and ministers", and began to tell the supreme of the world in front of him about his childhood.

............ Please read the following passage aloud.

Fan Xian was the son of the emperor. At first, the emperor didn't know that Fan Xian knew that Fan Xian was the emperor's son, but now the emperor knew that Fan Xian guessed that Fan Xian was the emperor's son. At first, Fan Xian wanted the emperor not to know that he knew, but now he wanted the emperor to guess that he just knew but didn't want to know. So the emperor didn't know Fan Xian, and Fan Xian knew the emperor. The emperor regarded Fan Xian as his son, and Fan Xian did not think that he was his son.

It's a matter of the mind, it's also a psychological question. From the first step of stepping into the palace gate, Fan Xian was taking advantage of this, retreating step by step, and attacking step by step.

Upstairs finally quieted down, this pair of "father and son" with their own ghosts sat every few minutes, drinking tea and chatting, although Fan Xian still did not speak, but the face has calmed down, and the dialogue with the emperor is no longer just a pair of kings and ministers, you can gossip outside the palace, life in Lanzhou over the years, parents and so on.

So, the emperor began to revel in this atmosphere, and this was exactly what Fan Xian needed.