Black blood spurted on the purple grapes, dripping to the ground and shining on the ground, the second prince lowered his head, half-opened his mouth, a piece of blood on his chin, his eyes were lowered, he didn't look at Fan Xian, he raised his hand directly, and stopped his thoughts of coming over.

"The moment you entered the house, I took the medicine. The second prince squatted on the chair, his head hanging very low, and said quietly: "I know that you are a student of Fei Jie, but the toxin has entered the heart, and you will never be able to save it...... I don't want you to save either. You must know that although you are powerful, you can't stop me from dying. ”

As long as a person has the will to die, no matter what method is used, it is impossible to save his life, Fan Xian understood this, and looked at the other party calmly, his mood was empty, and he had no ideas, but he was still not ready to stand by and watch, not because he had a trace of brotherly feelings for the second child, but because he couldn't let the other party die in front of him.

"Don't worry about anything, I have already written a suicide note before, the palace will not blame you, and no one will think that you killed me. The second prince lowered his head, groped for a letter in his arms with his bloodstained hands, and gently placed it on the table.

I didn't expect that when he was dying, he even thought of what Fan Xian was worried about, Fan Xian's heart was slightly cold, knowing that the other party was really like Ling'er, and he was also ruthless to himself to a certain level, cutting off any hope of survival.

The second prince raised his head, glanced at Fan Xian with a very envious look, and vomited out a mouthful of black blood. He wiped his lips with his sleeve, and with two slender fingers, carefully broke off the bunches of grapes stained with poisonous blood, leaving a small half clean. Sent it to the mouth again.

Sweet and juicy grapes, chewed in his mouth. The second prince snorted. Spit out the grape seed and spit it on the ground, still with black blood.

After eating the grapes, he wiped his hands clean on his body. sighed, looked at Fan Xian, who had been silent and didn't make any moves, and said quietly: "I don't want to continue to live as a joke." ”

Fan Xian nodded, indicating that he understood his thoughts.

"Actually, you're a joke too. A layer of dead ash gradually appeared on the second prince's face. My eyes were a little dazed, and I didn't know what I remembered. said: "There are a lot of people in Kyoto who want to kill you. Not bad. It was me who started to do it, but how much tenderness do you think Cheng Qian has for you? The Qin family didn't kill you in the valley, he jumped his feet in the East Palace all night in anger...... But why?"

He stared at Fan Xiandi's eyes: "Why...... Your attitude towards Cheng Qian is completely different from that towards me?"

Fan Xian himself couldn't figure this out. The two princes are about to die, and their words are also straightforward. Piercing him in the heart, why he has always been so tolerant and gentle towards the prince. is stalking to the second child, at all costs?

The second prince looked at him weakly. The voice was extremely low: "You don't like me. You didn't like me from the beginning, of course. I don't like you either...... The two of us are so similar, except I've never had as much luck as you. Ren is who. will not allow another self to exist in the world. will subconsciously preemptively remove the other party. ”

His gaze was cold and helpless: "If you are Jia Gongzi in Rongguo Mansion, I can only be Zhen Baoyu in Jinling City." You'll never get a few appearances in the book...... But I'm real, I'm real!"

The second prince coughed up blood as he spoke. The blood was smeared everywhere on his placket, and he looked very desolate.

Fan Xian looked at the scene in front of him, his body was a little stiff. Couldn't react. The second prince raised his head for the last time, glared at Fan Xian's face, and said with some difficulty: "I always thought that Cheng Qian was the most cowardly among the brothers. But I didn't find out until I was going to die. It turned out that he was also cowardly. I'd rather die and leave Ling'er and Mother humbly, than have the courage to face ......"

"After I die. You take care of Ling'er for me...... As for the mother, the best outcome for her is probably to be sent to the cold palace, please help me take care of it. ”

The second prince's chest rose and fell violently, as if something was about to rush out, staring at Fan Xiandi's eyes. After forcibly saying this, he didn't give Fan Xian any chance to speak, and opened his mouth. With a pop, he vomited a large pool of black blood, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

After his death, the second prince of the earth was still squatting on the chair, his left hand resting on his lap, and his handsome face was smeared with dead ashes, and after a while, his body fell under the chair and made a bang, but those eyes never closed and stared at the earth.

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Fan Xian looked at the body of the second prince with a numb face, and suddenly felt that this early autumn night, how could it be so cold?

He shuddered, his mood was very complicated, he didn't know what kind of sigh to express to the body in front of him, maybe the silence at this time was the best attitude? The second prince, the true prince, was already dead, how could he continue with this fake soul in his body?

His face was a little ugly, not because the second prince committed suicide in front of him, nor because of the piercing words that the second prince said before he died, but in the end, the second child confessed that he wanted to take care of Ling'er and Concubine Shu for him.

Don't you give yourself a chance to refuse? Fan Xian thought in his heart, his expression was lonely, when the eldest princess died, he handed Wan'er to himself, and the prince knew that he would die, so he entrusted the families of those rebel soldiers and ministers to himself......

Why? Don't you know that I am your enemy? Didn't I cause your death? Why did you throw so many burdens at me before you died? You want to crush me? You bet that I will help you?

You dead people, you will die and die, but you want me, a living man, to live uncomfortably?

He lowered his head, incomparably incomparable, his body trembled slightly, then walked to the corpse of the second prince, took a look, picked up the thin suicide note on the table, put it in his arms, and walked out of this gloomy room.

Walking to the bedroom in the back garden of the palace, under the cold light of the green light, Ye Ling'er still sat blankly, not knowing what happened behind the garden. Fan Xian sighed in his heart, walked directly behind her, and slashed down with his palm, knocking her unconscious without giving her any chance to react.

If she is not knocked unconscious, once she knows the news that the second prince committed suicide by poisoning. I'm afraid it will also follow, and Fan Xian can only use this more direct method. Drag things off.

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Gong Dian greeted him. Fan Xian lowered his head and thought about it, handed him the suicide note in his arms, and at the same time handed him Ye Ling'er, who was carrying on his shoulder, and whispered a few words. Gong Dian took over the unconscious Ye Ling'er. was already greatly shocked, and when he heard the news of the death of the second prince, he frowned deeply.

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Ground frowned.

"The second child wrote a suicide note, Your Majesty will not blame you and me. Fan Xian sighed. Then Zhengse said: "Before the princess wakes up, tie her hands and feet. Tell her the news again, and if she refuses to eat, you will pour me rice soup...... One way or another. Let her drink it too!"

These last two sentences have already been shouted out through gritted teeth. It's cold. Gong Dian was stunned. I thought that there was really only this way, but I didn't notice the gaffe of the Duke of Tangbo, and after thinking about it again, he said helplessly: "But the young lady is like a fire." You can't tie her up for the rest of your life. ”

"Fire is not terrible, it comes and goes as fast as it comes. It's better to sting people than himself and the second child. Fan Xian thought in his heart. He lowered his voice and said, "Let's go a while." Wait for things to subside. I'll try to persuade her again. ”

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After dealing with the affairs of the palace, the night in Kyoto has gradually receded. The time has reached the early hours of the morning, and there is a faint touch of fish belly white in the distant east. However, Fan Xian had no way to rest. He still had too many things to do, a trip from the palace back to the Fan Mansion. I went straight to the palace.

Although Fan Shangshu said. These matters should be handled by Taijoji Temple of the Ministry of Rites. But it is impossible for Fan Xian to forget his identity as a prisoner of the country, and pretend that these things have never happened, not to mention that he is still the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, and Zhengqing Ren Shaoan followed His Majesty to Dongshan to worship the sky. I don't know if I'll survive.

He stood side by side with the Great Prince. Looking at the three black coffins in front of them, the two brothers were silent.

Just a day ago, the two of them were still standing on top of the imperial city, worrying about the safety of the palace and the world. Who would have thought that at this moment, the winner and the loser were already decided. The names of the people who wrote the history of the world have changed. Who would have thought that when the imperial city was in danger, Fan Xian stepped on the black coffin under his feet. The skins of the losers have begun to be accommodated.

The eldest princess and the second prince were lying quietly in the coffin at this time, and one of the coffins was empty, and I don't know who was lying in it next.

"It's not polite. The eldest prince's expression was heavy, and there was a struggle between his eyebrows and eyes not to show sadness, and the eldest princess was fine. The relationship between the second prince Li Chengze and his brothers cannot be faked, although in the past two years, the two brothers have gradually drifted apart. But at this time, looking at the scene in front of him and thinking about the person in the coffin, the eldest prince was still distressed.

Fan Xian nodded a little tiredly, and said: "The officials of the Ministry of Rites are scared away, it seems that His Majesty will not return to Beijing for a day, these six departments will always be unable to get together, and there are few people in Taichang Temple, just temporarily resettled, after all, the face of the Heavenly Family should be taken care of, and it can't just stop in the mansion." ”

The eldest prince sighed, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the imperial city, lined with the team of forbidden troops guarding the coffin beside him, and his back looked extremely gloomy.

Fan Xian looked at him quietly and shook his head, knowing that in the face of the repeated pressure and the news of his death that was gradually coming, the eldest prince was about to be unable to hold on. As soon as he thought of this, Fan Xian felt a burst of exhaustion coming from the deepest part of his body, and his eyelids were about to be raised, he frowned, slapped his cheeks, and said to his subordinates: "Go home." ”

Returning home four times in one night, but without a trace of peace, Fan Xian calculated carefully, from the preparation before the sudden palace, he had not slept for two days and two nights, the injury had recurred, the power of the ephedra pill was gone, he didn't dare to eat it again, and the mental and physical strength of the whole person had indeed reached the limit.

After returning to the house, looking at everything in the night, Fan Xian didn't go to see Wan'er who lived in Liu's place, lowered his head and sat on the bed in silence for a while, kicked the black box under the bed, and didn't take off his clothes, so he lay down in a big figure.

He was tired to the extreme, but he couldn't sleep, and he looked at the dark roof with his bright eyes open.

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It didn't take long to wake up, after all, Kyoto was still in chaos, and as a prisoner, he couldn't leave himself too much time to rest and be sad. After getting up, I ate something indiscriminately, scalded my face with a hot towel, and forcibly regained my senses.

As he went out, he subconsciously glanced at the bed. The damn box, the one that stays in the dust all year round. Just lay quietly under the bed like that. It's like the eldest princess and the second child lying quietly in a coffin. No one will bother anymore. Whether it's a box or a person, it may only become an inconspicuous existence, placed in an inconspicuous place. to attain true peace.

On the occasion of leaving the house. He subconsciously glanced at the house, after returning from the Taiping Courtyard, he hadn't seen Wan'er yet, and he didn't know how his wife was feeling now. The thought of this verse brought a darkening look to his face.

On the occasion of entering the palace. He subconsciously glanced at the palace gate, and the vermilion underground palace door was full of traces of fire and smoke, and some weapons caused cracks in the ground and cracked his mouth. Exposed wood chips inside. And those copper nails that were knocked down. It has long been cleaned. There are only countless ugly scars on the door.

At this moment, Fan Xian confirmed something - this palace, this city, this country. After all, it was the place where he had lived for twenty years, and he had developed a deep affection for it. Even though this palace is so cold. No matter how many people this city has failed before. No matter how big the mistakes this country has made. But it's still another country.

He has always regarded himself as a Qingguo person, and there are many things before he has checked and clarified them. He didn't mind trying to maintain the peace of the people of the land while he lived in a good life. Just like he's been doing all these years.

So many people have died, and he has to live well. Unless...... Some people don't want him to live.

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Please ask Hu Shu and the two bachelors to go back to their homes for a while. These two ministers have been in the imperial study for the night to prepare the royal approval. Some important pieces of Qingguo were finally cleared out, but the two scholars were not iron men after all, and they were even worse than Fan Xiandi's spirit, and they were frightened one after another. and he never slept. I'm already tired.

Fan Xian sat in the imperial study in the open space, and couldn't help but shake his head, usually when the emperor Lao Tzu was there, although this imperial study was as quiet. But there was always a different smell, was it majestic? or what? Anyway, it was completely different from the imperial study he felt at this time.

He didn't know how Emperor Lao Tzu came down from Dadong Mountain alive. But he knew that his performance would definitely satisfy His Majesty, and it seemed that the position of the minister could be secured, but it was just ...... I thought that in two or three years the war would be unified. Fan Xian felt a little bitter in his mouth.

The so-called gentleman does not deceive the dark room, but Fan Xian is not a gentleman, at this time he is sitting alone in the imperial study, looking

On those piled up of concerts, looking at the soft couch. Thinking that the emperor is controlling the entire Qingguo government. His heart fluttered.

He stood up and looked at the place quietly. He tilted his head slightly, wondering what it would be like if he sat on it, but then he shook his head, his thin lips curled slightly. A hint of self-deprecation.

After being a prisoner for a day and a night, he almost tired him into a big yellow dog in the summer, and then looked at the embarrassment of Hu Shu and the two scholars who were supported by the eunuchs just now. Fan Xian confirmed that the emperor's job must be harder than that of the Yellow Emperor.

As the old saying goes, there are only three kinds of people in the world, men, women, and emperors, but anyone who can be a true king is ...... Not people.

"Please come here, Your Highness. ”

Fan Xian smiled and said to the little eunuch in the imperial study, and immediately thought that Hong Zhu and some of the characters who participated in the rebellion were still imprisoned in the cold palace, and I didn't know that after His Majesty came back, he would deal with this matter like this, but in the eyes of outsiders, Hong Zhu basically didn't do anything, and it should be no big deal.

After many years, Li Chengping, the third prince who had gradually grown into a teenager, came to the outside of the imperial study accompanied by an old mother and several eunuchs. Fan Xian glanced at the old lady, waved them back, took the hands of the three princes, and came to the front of the desk where the music was stored.

Li Chengping's hands were a little cold, and looking at Fan Xiandi's eyes, it was also a little different from Jiangnan's, and he looked a little in awe.

Fan Xian's afterglow had already noticed this scene, and he didn't care much, he was in awe, but he didn't feel more alienated. He knew that his performance on this day and night had left too deep an impression on this imperial brother, and he was afraid that he would never be able to get rid of this trace.

This is a pedagogical problem, except for Fan Xian, no one in this world understands. To cultivate a prince who dared to open a brothel and kill people at the age of nine, and become a benevolent king, pure moral preaching is not enough to complete the task, and it is necessary to make Xiao San'er understand that many things in the world can be achieved by means of more upright and upright means.

The third prince needs a role model, so from the beginning of the Jiangnan trip, Fan Xian set himself up as an example in the hearts of the other party, because he is a poet, he is a strong man, he is a powerful minister, he is the savior of the third child, and in the minds of most of the people of Qingguo, he is ...... A good person.

Fan Xian hopes that the emperor of Qingguodi will also be a good person in the future, just like ...... The prince like that?

"Sir...... I heard that my father ......" Li Chengping looked at Fan Xian with some cringe.

Fan Xian laughed: "The temple is above, Your Majesty has his own destiny to protect himself, and those who are young will naturally not be able to hurt him." ”

"Oh. Li Chengping's face also showed a hint of joy, although he knew that if his father died, he would become the first emperor of Qingguo under the support of his husband and eldest brother, but after all, he was only a teenager, and his mind was not so ruthless.

Fan Xian didn't seem to care, but he carefully paid attention to the emotional changes in Li Chengping's pupils, thinking that he was really not mistaken.

"In the future, Your Majesty will probably often let His Highness come to the imperial study to observe. Fan Xian was stunned after saying this, and slowly said, "Your Highness is familiar with the place first." ”

The third prince has been to the imperial study, and he also knows that the prince's brother, second brother, eldest brother, and even Mr. usually listen to the deliberations of his father and ministers in the imperial study after the court meeting is dispersed, but after today, this imperial study may be a lot empty.

"There are a lot of words, probably no one dares to say them to His Highness in person. Fan Xian thought for a moment, then said calmly: "But I have to talk to you." ”

His Majesty the Emperor is coming back soon, and Fan Xian wants to make his own explanation to the third child, because he knows that this kid's mind is actually very delicate, so he has been calling each other His Royal Highness before, but at the moment he is calling you directly.

"His Royal Highness is martial by nature, and he will eventually be sent to the border to guard in the future. Fan Xian's face was slightly gloomy, and in his own language, he recounted His Majesty's future arrangements, "He is straightforward by nature, and he will never take the initiative to do anything that hurts the brotherhood, you have to rest assured of this, don't be suspicious." ”

The third prince's hand trembled, and he looked at the gentleman's face, not knowing why he suddenly said this.

"As for me, I will always have to go to the earth in the future, the world is so big, I always have to go to the end of the world to see it. Fan Xian smiled slightly, "So don't doubt me, even if you grow up...... Don't doubt me. ”

The third prince opened his mouth wide, feeling a trace of fear for some reason.

"That's not what a courtier should say. Fan smiled and said calmly, "But I want to tell you." In the past 20 years of my life, I have been tired of guessing each other's intentions, whether you believe this sentence or not when you grow up in the future, but please remember this sentence. ”

As he said, this kind of words have already violated the taboo of the Son of Heaven's family, let alone the mouth of a courtier, but Fan Xian said it so calmly, so naturally. Li Chengping looked at Mr. 's handsome face, but today he was a little haggard, and nodded subconsciously.

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It's been three days. Kyoto has been pacified, the three horsemen entered Beijing again, announcing to the world the news of His Majesty's return from the sacrifice to the sky, the frightened people of Kyoto rejoiced, but Fan Xian, who was standing on top of the imperial city, did not know what they were still happy about after suffering so much.

His Majesty the Emperor was scheduled to return to Beijing three days late, and during these three days, the military intelligence reports of the Dingzhou Army were continuously sent to Beijing through the channels of the military and the Supervision Yuan.

On this day, the news finally came, Fan Xian took the three princes, together with the eldest prince, together with the surviving royalist ministers, walked through the streets where there were still traces of swords, walked out of Zhengyang Gate, and stopped at a place ten miles away.

Thousands of people knelt down densely, and there was no way to stand on the official road, and many people knelt directly in the wheat fields on both sides of the road. The mood of countless people is like an ear of wheat, swaying and stirring, watching the bright yellow royal car coming from afar.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from the wheat field and looked at the nervous and happy three princes beside him with a smile.

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