"Why?" In the midst of the wind and snow, Fan Xian fell into deep thought, he didn't need any time to think, because from many years ago, he knew that one day he would meet such a question, he had been preparing for all these years, evading, but never really escaped. It was a question he had pondered countless times, and so had it in the last seven days.

"Why?" he slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes in the snow, looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said slowly, "Today in Taixue, I told those young people about benevolence and righteousness, about true righteousness. ”

Fan Xian sighed, and said with a complicated look: "I used to think that these were all hypocritical and false, but after so many years, I have all the things that a minister should have and what he shouldn't have, but it was only at this time that I realized that except for those so-called guidelines, there is nothing in the world that can make your life more real." ”

His Majesty the Emperor looked at him lightly, his thin lips opened slightly, and his cold voice repeated what Fan Xian said in Taixue this morning: "Shu is almost worthy of it, since ancient times, those who want to believe in the righteousness of the world, do not blunt it with success or failure."

Fan Xian's speech to those young people in Taixue in the morning made it very clear that Scholar Hu realized the murderous spirit and resoluteness hidden between the lines. Scholar Hu entered the palace in a panic, and naturally told His Majesty about the scene in Taixue that the emperor was able to recite Fan Xian's words.

Fan Xian also felt a little surprised, smiled a little bitterly, and said: "I am not this kind of person who takes righteousness as the principle of life, and I am not a saint with supremacy of morality. In my bones, I am still just a person who is nothing but loving and respecting myself. ”

"This is probably something hidden in my bones, something that has been hidden from me for more than 20 years. Fan Xian looked at the emperor and said very seriously: "I am going to live a round life in this life." I want to live recklessly, and I want to live without regrets, so I want to be at ease. And if it goes on like this, those things buried in my bones will make me feel uneasy for the rest of my life. ”

"The prosperity of power in this world is blind and deaf, but I still can't pretend that I don't know, I haven't heard, those things that happened back then, what happened this autumn. A faint sadness appeared on Fan Xian's face. said slowly: "Chen Pingping returned to Beijing to ask His Majesty a word. And I don't need to ask, I just know that these things are unfair, and this injustice is inflicted on those who love me and those I love, if there is no more me in the world, and there is no me who is so brave to walk before Your Majesty today, where will those who have passed away find justice?"

"They should not be forgotten by the world, and the injustice they have suffered must be redeemed in some way. Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said, "This is Your Majesty's responsibility." It is also my obligation. When the emperor heard Fan Xian's words, he was silent for a long time, and asked slowly in a cold voice: "Why didn't you ask me what happened back then?

"King Jing's Mansion, that is, in the Mansion of King Dicheng back then, there are still a lot of words such as the recitals that your mother gave you privately. Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then replied, "I've seen it all." I don't need to ask anything. I know why it happened. As for the continent, hundreds of millions of people. Whether her death was a good thing or a bad thing, I didn't really care. ”

He smiled, smiled with some difficulty, and said, "Your Majesty, in fact, this is not a debate about the world and justice, this is not a public feud, this is just ...... Personal grudges. ”

"What a personal grudge. His Majesty the Emperor also laughed, his hands behind his back, isolated in the wind and snow, the whole person was indescribably lonely, "She is your mother, is she not your father?"

Fan Xiandi's body stiffened slightly, and he did not continue to talk about this question, but turned to say calmly: "Your Majesty has great ambitions in your chest, and you are walking on the right path for you, but in my opinion, no matter how great and glorious the correct purpose is, if it is done by despicable means, it is actually not worthy of respect. ”

His Majesty the Emperor smiled at the corner of his lips, looked at Fan Xian's fearless eyes and said, "Do you think that killing the Quartet in Kyoto today is a very glorious means?"

Fan Xian shook his head with a smile, and responded: "My purpose is only to care about ending a public case decades ago and tearing up the biggest shadow on my head in this life, everything is just from my own point of view, as I said before, this is a personal grudge, and there is no sense of greatness, glory and correctness." In that case, how despicable is the means, and what is it?"

He paused, looked at His Majesty the Emperor with a complicated look, some emotion and some sighs, and said: "In these aspects, I seem to be more like Your Majesty, and what a luxurious adjective for Your Majesty and me, good person...... But because of this, I didn't be like her, I was still confused until I died, inexplicably, at least I could ask Your Majesty a word before I died. ”

This sentence is about the fundamental difference between Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian, but the world is impermanent and wonderful, Fan Xian is running around in this world to enjoy the rise, and in the end he slowly deviated from Ye Qingmei's path. Because this pair of souls who came back and forth and warmed each other through time is probably the only existence in this world that does not have a natural awe for imperial power, starting from the innermost part, they all have the desire to stand straight in front of the dragon chair.

His Majesty the Emperor was calm, smiling, and looking at Fan Xian with a touch of strange emotion, wondering if he felt as if he had seen the woman again after many years.

greeted Fan Xian and seemed calm, but in fact, he sighed heartily, His Majesty the Emperor was not angry, not gloomy, but calmly began to talk about other things: "Back then, I didn't expect you to survive. ”

Fan Xian nodded slightly, in the bloody case of the Taiping Courtyard, Ye Qingmei had just given birth to herself, and it was the weakest time. And he was just a baby, how could he survive under the frenzied pursuit of the Empress clan and the indifferent surveillance of the Qin family's army? Since the Emperor had woven this despicable and cold-blooded plan, he naturally indifferently ignored his own life and death.

If it weren't for the old Fan family's desperate efforts, if it wasn't for Uncle Wuzhu's quick rush back, if it wasn't for Chen Pingping finding out that something was wrong. rushed back from the northern border in advance, where will the current Qingguo have its own existence.

"But you survived and were sent to your mother. I was a little surprised, but I couldn't deny it, but I was still relieved in my heart, after all, you are my flesh and blood. The emperor looked at Fan Xian and said calmly: "Now that I want to come to Pingping, I was already suspicious of me, otherwise it would be impossible to agree to Lao Wu's request and send you to Shanzhou, he knows that he is in this world." I'm right to the Queen Mother. is a mother's mother, and only to watch this become an established fact. ”

"If things go on like this, it will be over, at most I am in Kyoto, you are in Shanzhou, during the New Year's holidays, I will remember that there is an illegitimate child on the shore of the distant Lanzhou Sea, and I will add some rewards to the Fan Mansion and send them to you. "His Majesty the Emperor's hair was stained with snowflakes, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether it was snow or snow-like hair. The whole person has gradually become old, "However, Chen Pingping doesn't seem to think so, when you were four years old, he sent Fei Jie to you, and secretly transferred a group of secret agents from the Supervision Institute to his mother. He told me about this in the palace. I thought he was doing something too much......"

The Emperor's brow furrowed. seems to be recalling the past ten years, and says: "But when you were twelve years old. He was attacked by the Assassins. ”

The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, shook his head and said: "In those years, you were in Lanzhou, you must not know that the news of Lanzhou was sent to Chen Pingping's desk through the Supervision Yuan, and that old cripple actually showed a stronger enthusiasm than running the affairs of the hospital, and entered the palace from time to time to tell me about your every move." ”

"You flirted with Yahuan in Shanzhou, you climbed on the roof and yelled in Shanzhou, you started to cook for your mother yourself, and the extremely dangerous domineering true qi cultivated in your body ......" A strange smile appeared on the emperor's face, "I know everything you do, even better than these sons in Kyoto, so although you are far away in Shanzhou, I seem to be used to you being by my side." ”

"Then you came to Kyoto, to my side, at the Keiji Temple, in the tea shop outside the courtyard. The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, and his smile gradually faded, "You entered the Supervision Yuan, you went to the Hanging Temple, you accompanied me into the small building, you were sent to Jiangnan by me, I must admit that you are my son, or my favorite one." ”

"Your mother once said that love is habit, and I am used to your presence, when you were still young. The emperor suddenly looked up at the snowy sky, not knowing who he was looking at, but suddenly nodded and said, "However, my favorite son, who refuses to be my son, is still standing in front of me at this time, wanting to challenge my authority and find a fairness for the affairs of the year." ”

He lowered his head, looked at Fan Xian indifferently, and said: "Between you and my father and son, there is no victory or defeat, and after careful calculation, Chen Pingping has won after all." ”

Fan Xian understood this, so he fell silent.

"Since you are not a benevolent and righteous person who thinks about the world, and since what you seek is only to resolve personal grievances, not justice, then I don't understand your choice today. His Majesty the Emperor didn't give Fan Xian more of a feeling that he was more like a relative, and asked indifferently.

Since it was only for personal revenge, since it was just for the sake of seeking pleasure and fairness, why did Fan Xian use the snow as the world before, reason with His Majesty the Emperor, and throw out so many bargaining chips, just to confine the battlefield to the imperial city, and limit the enemy and us to the father and son? Revenge has never been merciful, this Qingguo, this world, can be Fan Xian's sharp weapon.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "I have been thinking about it in the mansion for seven days. He smiled and continued: "The so-called retreat is all a lie, locked in the room for seven days and seven nights, it will drive people crazy, and I will also eat and disperse the wind." ”

His expression gradually softened and calmed down, and he said: "In the middle of the night, when Wan'er and the others are asleep, I will sneak out of the room alone, wearing a single coat, like a wandering spirit, wandering around the garden of the mansion. In those days, there was continuous snow in Kyoto, and the night was very cold, and the old women who watched the garden hid in the corner room and drank, and no one noticed me. ”

"I'll just go shopping and shopping alone. Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor, opened his eyes, and said very seriously: "I just found out." It turned out that the garden of Fanfu was so big, and he had been busy with government affairs and intrigue on weekdays. I almost forgot what my garden looked like. It wasn't until these seven days that I noticed this, and the garden of Fanfu was actually larger than the Huayuan Garden in Jiangnan. ”

"I don't know how many mansions there are on that street in the south city, and I don't know how much space they occupy. Fan Xian said seriously: "There are also those places of food and clothing, which are inconspicuous on weekdays, in my opinion, they are very common things, but in fact, for those ordinary people." It's all in the best of luxury. ”

He pointed to the palace in the snow. said: "Of course, the largest garden is still this palace. ”

"In the past few years, while living my own life, I have helped the lives of those Li people, whether it is Neiku, Hegong Yamen or Hangzhou Society, I have gained some reputation. I thought I was helping them, but it dawned on me that they were actually just providing for us. Fan Xian's face was calm. Looking at His Majesty the Emperor, he said, "In that case, why should I ask them to be grateful?"

"I'm not a saint, I have all the shortcomings, but I've been better over the years, and I've hypocritically concealed them. But ask yourself. I still love Qingguo after all. ”

"No matter how bad this country is, it is under the rule of His Majesty. The people are living a fairly happy life, there is an inner treasury and a supervision institute, if I don't fool around, at least this kind of good life can live for a few decades. ”

"As I said before, I don't even deserve to be grateful, so why should I go to harm them just because of my own personal vendetta? If I make the world turbulent, kill people and set fires everywhere, and the world falls apart, causing them miserable, will I live very quickly?"

"If I had chosen that path for the sake of revenge, I would not have said what the old cripple in heaven would think, but I think she would not be happy with my mother. ”

"If you are seeking justice for them, how can you choose a path that they don't like?"

"I love Qingguo, so I hope this is just a war between His Majesty and me, it's just a matter between us, and it's better not to drag too many people in. ”

"It has been said before that one should walk in the right way in life. What is the right way? is doing the right thing...... However, I have always wondered how I can judge the right and wrong of His Majesty by my own right and wrong, and the right and wrong of the world by my own right and wrong? What is the standard for judging right and wrong?"

"After all, this can only be a subjective feeling. ”

"If the right way is to do the right thing, then the right way is the direction in which you can feel at ease. Today, I entered the palace to say this to Your Majesty, and I did this to make myself feel at ease. "He has told him most of what he has thought and thought during these seven days, and the remaining half is about the contest between him and His Majesty, not only today, but also possible in the future. This kind of mental harm and temptation to hurt and test each other is useless and only harmful.

"There are no true saints in this world. The emperor lowered his eyes slightly, and the snowflakes hung a little on his eyelashes, "Maybe your mother is one, and what you say today is at least close to the true meaning of this place, if your mother knows that you have grown up to be such a young person today, she must be very comforted in her heart." ”

Fan Xian quietly looked at Emperor Laozi's thin face, and suddenly he didn't know why, a sympathy and sadness surged in his heart that made him feel scared, this inappropriate emotion that appeared at an inappropriate time made him feel panic. In the face of such a snow-capped mountain-like top character, what do you sympathize with each other?

Maybe it's just that he sympathizes with this emperor to this day, and still regards Fan Xian as his most proud flesh and blood, but he doesn't know that Fan Xian's body hides a soul that has long been determined. Maybe Fan Xian sympathized with the other party and was kept secret by his acting skills, and it was destined that at the moment when you lived or died, Fan Xian still couldn't reveal his true heart.

Over the years, Fan Xian has played the role of a loyal minister and a filial son in front of the emperor, a lonely minister, and today he killed Kyoto and entered the palace to reprimand, but he still played such a pure and righteous and solemn role, with words as the edge and performance as the blade, and stabbed into the emperor's heart step by step.

This is the heart war, when Fan Xian had to deal with the begonia flowers of the Holy Maiden of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he began to prepare in Kyoto, rippling in the Beihai, pretending to be drunk in the Shangjing City Restaurant, shaking and shaking together, and then to the gentleness of the tentacles in Jiangnan, and finally won this battle.

His Majesty the Emperor is not a begonia, Fan Xian played longer and harder in front of him, but he never knew if he could really touch the other party's heart. However, this scene is destined to be played forever, even if Fan Xian dies in the hands of the other party, he must continue to act, otherwise, this person cannot be pulled down from the altar and from the dragon chair, otherwise, those who Fan Xian wants to protect cannot be protected.

Broken jars are broken, barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes? Fan Xian can be shameless and thick to this extent, killing for killing. However, Emperor Qing is such an easy opponent to defeat, Fan Xian is cold-blooded enough, and the other party is even cold-blooded, so today's visible killing and cold-blooded battle is actually a foreshadowing and preface.

That's when the real curtain opens.

The wind and snow no longer rolled in the air, but fell straight down, turning from small flowers and bones into pieces of goose feathers, with a heavy sense of beauty, falling on the emperor and Fan Xian.

From the middle book under the door to the deep palace, after a long conversation, the true qi in Fan Xian's body with completely different properties in the two Zhou Tian has already been warmed, and the whole person's body has entered a realm of no joy and no sorrow, and the true qi in the body is full to the extreme, just waiting for which snowflake touches that opportunity.

In the wind and snow, Emperor Qing stood with his hands in his hands, carrying a natural supreme power on his body, he squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Fan Xian with a hint of sarcastic smile.

Fan Xian's coercion had already been released by the wind and snow, but as soon as he touched the square inch around His Majesty, it seemed to have touched an indestructible snowy mountain, and he could no longer take a step forward.

The cultivation realm of the great grandmaster is beyond the reach of mortals, Emperor Qing just looked at Fan Xian indifferently like this, and as far as his eyes could see, he suppressed Fan Xian in the snow.

The father and son faced each other for a long time, and the emperor suddenly smiled sarcastically: "Even if you want to fulfill your peace of mind, it always takes time. ”

After saying this, the emperor took his hands behind, raised his legs freely, and walked out in one step. In the wind and snow of domineering and majestic true spirit, His Majesty the Emperor said to go, he didn't care, he was chic and casual, just like the superposition of this situation, the wild dance of the wind and snow, it was impossible to trap his pace.

This step seems simple, but in fact it has a deep meaning and is not simple.

There were countless crackling sounds, and the sound of wind and snow sounded clearly. Fan Xian's feet standing on top of the snow suddenly sank an inch for no reason!

With Fan Xian's feet as the center of the circle, countless thin cracks stretched out, like lightning, but they did not fade for a long time, left on the snow, and like a spider web, although in the wind and snow, they were not lightly broken.

These thin cracks stretched far and wide, and the black soil below was clearly visible, looking like an indescribable rune, with a wonderful beauty.

Fan Xian stood alone in the middle of these cracks, silent for a long time, his face was calm and indifferent, and he came out with all his strength, but he couldn't trap the other party for a step, and the other party's step easily walked out, as if he was no longer between heaven and earth.

He suddenly thought of the sentence that Uncle Wuzhu said on the cliff of Shanzhou and took off his clothes, the previous step of His Majesty the Emperor had perfectly reached the perfect realm of this sentence, not only throwing away this stump, but also walking out of here.

However, Fan Xian did not have any despair and disappointment, because he already knew that he was facing the only remaining great master in this continent, a figure who was already about to go beyond the realm of the mundane.

He pondered for a moment in the snow, then raised his knees and walked towards the small building with the footprints left by His Majesty.