Fan Xian walked out of the study, breathed in the fresh air in the winter of Cangshan, stretched out very comfortably, escaped the sound of mahjong, and easily found the location of his wife and several other girls.

When he saw his sister on the side reading carefully by the snow light, holding the book of poems from the former dynasty sent by the second prince, Fan Xian's heart moved again.

It's really not a good thing to be too famous, pigs are afraid of fat, and people are afraid of this. Fan Xian smiled bitterly, since the night banquet, although the crown prince and the second prince have no relationship with him on the surface, Xin Shaoqing and Li Hongcheng, the prince of King Jing, have not gone to Fan's mansion, and even after hiding in Cangshan, they still haven't been able to stop the New Year's gift sent by the other party.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, this person on Cangshan once returned to Kyoto, and in just a few days, Li Hongcheng actually ran after Wei'er, and he wanted to go to Cangshan together. Fan Xian dared to agree, and in the end he was forced to bring the little girl Roujia into the mountain.

After seeing him enter the house, he was in a daze, and the first thing he noticed was the lord of Roujia, and the little girl said crisply: "Brother Xian, do you want to play cards?"

Fan Xian thought of Brother Bao when he heard the three words of Brother Xian, and quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "The county lord plays, and the ministers are free to walk." ”

Listening to what he deliberately said, the county lord of Roujia pursed his lips, but he couldn't bear to show his displeasure, looking pitiful and cute. Lin Wan'er on the side couldn't help but say, "Xianggong, or you can play a few games." ”

"Excuse me. Fan Xian waved his hand more urgently, leaving the edge of the table, but he touched a soft and fluffy thing under his feet, he was slightly stunned, looked down, only to find that there was a box under his feet, the box was piled with hay rags, and there were three fleshy kittens sleeping on it, the kittens squinted their eyes, wrinkled the tip of their black noses, and looked very cute.

Fan Xian exclaimed, "What's going on?"

Lin Wan'er found that the cat was placed at his feet, and for fear of scaring the kitten, she quickly walked away from the table and picked up the box, and the card naturally couldn't be played. She replied with a smile: "The daughter-in-law of Fuji is afraid that we will be bored in the mountains, so I sent three cats over today." ”

Fan Xian came close to the side and found that the three kittens were yellow, black and white, and their appearance was very similar, but the hair sè was very different, and he couldn't help laughing: "You girls, you can't fill your stomach, let alone raise cats." He reached out and took the black one from the box into his arms, hugged it, felt a small lump of meat on his chest like fun, and gently scratched the back of the kitten's head, the kitten opened its eyes, looked at him, and fell into a deep sleep again, as if it did not contradict his body.

"Did you get a name?"

"No, let's scream first. ”

"Well, Xiaobai is good. ”

After ――――――――――――――――――――――――― dinner, Fan Xian sat on the main seat, Fan Sizhen sat next to him, and the two brothers listened to the report from the Fan Mansion in Beijing. At the end of the year, Fan's grange on the outskirts of Beijing, as well as the fiefdom in Shanzhou, as well as some fragmentary industries, had to be reported to the Beijing government. The Fan Mansion in Beijing has always been the head of the Liu family, and now that she has corrected it, it is naturally even more justifiable, but I don't know why, after she dealt with these things this year, she called Mr. Cui in the house to write a letter, and selected several important items to write about the expenses, so that people could enter Cangshan and say goodbye, and the eldest young master said.

Fan Xian could understand what Aunt Liu meant, so he didn't do anything deliberately, but listened to the report of the third housekeeper very carefully, and occasionally interjected a few words and asked.

The third housekeeper said honestly. Fan Xian closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and asked Si Zhi next to him: "Do you see if there is any problem?" ”

Fan Sizhen touched the three pockmarks on his left cheek with his fingers, and shook his head: "There's no problem, big brother, but this account has always been handled by my mother, why do you want the two of us to have a hand this year?"

Fan Xian smiled slightly, knowing that this guy who was originally a little overlord was very talented in some aspects, but in other aspects, he seemed like a blank slate.

The third housekeeper said respectfully: "The New Year's goods everywhere should enter Beijing before the year, but this year, there is a lot of snow in the east and north, so it has been delayed a little." In addition to the southern rice melons and fruits that were sent to the mountain last time, all kinds of dried meat and wild goods from Zhuangzi in the north of the previous rìzi, as well as the flower tea given by the ancestors of Shanzhou, the number of letters is written. Thinking that the eldest young master, the young master, the young lady, the little young master, and the county lord were all staying in other businesses, so the lady prepared some more, and was ready to send them to the mountain in three parts, which should be enough to use in the chūn. ”

"It doesn't take so much, just pick up something fresh and send some. Three pulls are too much, and one more time is enough. Fan Xian replied casually: "It's just the flower tea sent by nǎinǎi from Lanzhou, remember to take more." He often talked to Wan'er Ruoruo about the life in Lanzhou, and the tea with a faint fragrance of flowers was even more said I don't know how many times.

The third housekeeper smiled and replied, "The tea has arrived today." The last two are mainly some food and small things, mainly for the two young masters who plan to live until the chūn is opened. ”

Fan Xian heard it very clearly, and secretly praised the Liu family for being decent, the housekeeper was neat, and he didn't say much, so he went down to rest first.

chūn 闱 is coming, Fan Xian, as Taixue Wupin Fengzheng, always has to return to Beijing to take up a job, and it is impossible to stay on the Cangshan Mountain all the time. And after the end of the imperial examination in April, the agreement between the two countries needs to be returned, and the secret prisoner exchange agreement must be started immediately, and everything seems to be piled up.

In fact, from Fan Xian's heart, the exchange of prisoners should have started last year, not to mention what kind of crimes those captured Qingguo soldiers would suffer in a foreign country, just mention the son of Yan Bingyun Yan, who had never met but was secretly admired by him, as the leader of Qingguo's secret spies in Northern Qi, he was imprisoned in the enemy country for more than half a year, and he didn't know how many crimes he would suffer.

It's just that the exchanges between the two countries are always extremely cumbersome, and after winter, the northern Xinjiang is cold and difficult to travel, so the matter of returning the envoy has to be delayed until the end of the chūn. But every time he thinks that Yan Bingyun may stay in a bitter cold house and suffer, Fan Xian enjoys happiness in Cangshan Dong, and he can't help but lose a little bit of taste.

He already knew that he was the right person to envoy to Northern Qi this time, but he did not resist this position, after all, if he could establish his own strength in the Supervision Yuan, it would always be beneficial for the future rìzi, and whether it was in Lanzhou or Kyoto, the seventeen-year career had already made him believe from the bottom of his heart that he was really a member of Qingguo.

Fan Xian is willing to do something for this country, not this court.

―――――――――――――――――――――― night, Fan Xian finished his routine training, returned to the villa a little tired, stuffed his night walking clothes full of snow slag and sewage into the prepared bag, and threw it aside.

During training, he lay alone in the snow, chasing those faint moon sè targets, his gaze condensed into a straight line, staring at the black sè rocks that had been drilled out of the snow for thousands of years, or the snow rabbits running in rapid line changes, feeling very tired. And these days, after Wuzhu gave him what his parents were, he disappeared again. So during the training process, no one spoke, no one looked at you, and the feeling of loneliness and loneliness seemed to be back to the previous life.

There was silence in the villa, except for a lamp still lit in the master bedroom, and Nawan'er was waiting for him to return. Fan Xian smiled slightly, and walked over there. During the day, there was a big sun, so there was a puddle of water on the bluestone lawn, which was reflected in the moonlight, and he went around and jumped over the porch, but at this time his heart moved, and he froze.

He was standing at the other end of the corridor at this time, at the door of his sister's room, and suddenly, the tips of his ears moved, his brows furrowed, his eyes gradually rose, he turned around and pressed his palm on the door, and with a slight exhalation, the domineering true qi suddenly shook the wooden door latch into two, and his person also floated to the side of the bed like the night wind.

The bedding on the bed was messy, but it was empty, and if it was gone.

Fan Xian calmly put his hand into the futon and found that except for the foot warmer, the rest of the place was cold, and it seemed that Ruoruo had been gone for a long time. His heart trembled slightly, could it be the hands and feet of the enemy he didn't know, but he still forcibly turned around, and with a bang, he drew the slender black dagger with his left hand, and prepared to look for people in the night.

"Brother!"

Outside the door, Fan Ruoruo held a lamp and looked at his brother standing with a knife on the bed with a surprised face. Fan Xian was stunned, seeing that she was safe and sound, he couldn't help but relax all over his body, and couldn't help but close his eyes and breathe a few times, and after a while, he asked with concern: "Where have you been?"

Ruoruo is wearing a silver coat on his body, and there is a single piece inside, looking pitiful. She looked at Fan Xian, she didn't seem to think of it, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, and only after a while did she smile reluctantly and said, "Brother, you ask me with a knife, it's so scary." ”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and shook his head, put the slender dagger back into his boots, stepped forward, and held her slightly thin shoulder: "You are terrible, walking outside and hearing the quiet abnormality inside, there is no sound of your breathing, it scares me to death." ”

Fan Ruoruo smiled: "Brother is really, running outside in the middle of the night, but saying that I scared you." ”

"What the hell are you doing?" Fan Xian still asked curiously. Fan Ruoruo's face turned red and lowered her head shyly: "There are some things, brother don't ask so clearly." ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment and understood, and said with a wry smile: "It's not that there is no toilet in the room, the night wind in this mountain is cold, don't freeze." ”

"Got it. Fan Ruoruo smiled shyly and pushed him out of the door, "Sister-in-law is still waiting for you." ”

............ Outside the door, Fan Xian gently pinched her cold fingers, the temperature of her sister's futon showed that she had been out for a while, and it was definitely not a night, it should have been after she left the villa, she got up and went somewhere.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have great doubts in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it and stopped asking questions. In this world, everyone has their own little secrets, and we need to respect them - in the correspondence in Kyoto, Fan Xian taught his sister in this way, and as an elder brother, he needs to set an example.