The jet-black blood spurted on the purple grapes, dripping to the ground, wetting the ground where the lights were shining, the second prince lowered his head, his mouth was half open, there was blood on his chin, his eyes were lowered, he didn't look at Fan Xian, he raised his hand directly, and stopped the thought of him 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 didn't have any ideas, but he was still not ready to stand by, 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, and sent it to his mouth again.

The sweet and juicy grapes were chewed in his mouth, and with a sound from the second prince, he spit out the grape seeds and spit them 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 did not move, 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 ashes gradually appeared on the face of the second prince, his eyes were a little scattered, and he didn't know what he remembered, and said: "There are a lot of people in Kyoto who want to kill you, yes, I was the first 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, and he jumped in the East Palace all night angrily...... But why?"

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

Fan Xian himself can't understand this, the second prince is dying, and his words are straightforward, piercing his heart, why has he always been so tolerant and gentle to the prince, but he is stalking to the second child, not hesitating to do anything?

The second prince's eyes were weak, and his voice was extremely low: "You don't like me, you didn't like me from the beginning, and of course, I don't like you either...... The two of us are so similar, except that I've never had as much luck as you. No one will allow another self in the world to exist, and they will subconsciously preemptively get rid of 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, and I will never get a few opportunities to appear in the book...... But I'm real, I'm real!"

The second prince coughed up blood as he spoke, and the blood was smeared all over his placket, looking very desolate.

Fan Xian looked at the scene in front of him, his body was a little stiff, and he couldn't react. The second prince raised his head for the last time, stared at Fan Xian's face, and said with some difficulty: "I always thought that Cheng Qian was the most cowardly among the brothers, but until I was about to die, I realized that I was also cowardly, I would rather die and leave Ling'er and my mother humbly, and I didn't have the courage to face ......."

"After I die, you take care of Ling'er for me...... As for the mother, her best ending is probably to be thrown into 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, stared at Fan Xian's eyes, forcibly finished speaking, did not give Fan Xian any chance to speak, opened his mouth, and vomited a large pool of black blood with a pop, and then he didn't breathe anymore.

After his death, the second prince 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 with a bang, but those eyes never closed and stared wide.

............ 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, and he didn't know what kind of exclamation he should make to the body in front of him, maybe silence at this time was the best attitude? The second prince, the true prince, was dead, how could he continue with this false 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, his body trembled slightly, and then walked to the body of the second prince, glanced at it, picked up the thin suicide note on the table, put it in his arms, and walked out of this yīn sen's 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 am afraid that she will also follow, Fan Xian can only use this more direct method to drag things out.

............ 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, who was already shocked, and when he heard the news of the death of the second prince, he frowned deeply.

"The second child wrote a suicide note, and His Majesty will not blame you and me. Fan Xian sighed, and then said: "Before the princess wakes up, tie her hands and feet first, and then tell her the news, if she refuses to eat, you will pour rice soup for me...... Let her drink it anyway!"

The last two sentences were already roared out with gritted teeth, yīn was extremely cold, Gong Dian was stunned, thinking that there was indeed only this way, but he didn't notice the gaffe of Yu Bogong, and after thinking about it again, he said helplessly: "But Miss Xìng is like a fire, and she can't be tied up for the rest of her life." ”

"Fire is not terrible, it comes and goes quickly, it's not as good as an ice lump like yourself and the second child. Fan Xian thought in his heart, lowered his voice and said, "After a while, when things stop a little, I will persuade her again." ”

............ After dealing with the affairs of the palace, the night in Kyoto has gradually receded, and the time has reached the early morning, and there is a faint touch of fish belly white in the far east. However, Fan Xian didn't have a way to rest, he still had too many things to do, so he went straight to the palace after going back to Fan's Mansion from the palace.

Although Fan Shangshu said that these things should be handled by the Taichang Temple of the Ministry of Rites, 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, and he didn't know if he could survive.

He stood side by side with the eldest prince, looking at the three black coffins in front of him, and the two brothers were silent.

Just a year ago, the two of them were still standing on top of the imperial city and worried about the safety of the palace, who would have expected that at this moment, the victory and defeat had been divided, and the names of the people who wrote the history of the world had changed. Who would have thought that when the imperial city was in danger, the black coffin that Fan Xian stepped on under his feet had already begun to contain the skin of the loser.

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 he struggled not to shed sadness between his eyebrows and eyes, the eldest princess was okay, but the relationship between the second prince Li Chengze and his brother could not 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, thinking about the person in the coffin, the eldest prince is still in pain.

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, these six departments are always unable to get together, and there are few people in Taichang Temple, just temporarily settled, after all, the face of the Heavenly Family has to 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 escorting 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, his eyelids were about to be raised, he frowned, slapped his cheeks, and said to the subordinates beside him: "Go home." ”

Returning to the house four times in one night, but there was no moment of peace, Fan Xian calculated carefully, starting from the preparation before the sudden palace, he had not slept for two nights, the injury had recurred, the power of the ephedra pill was all gone, and he didn't dare to eat it anymore, and the whole person's jīng god body lì had indeed reached the limit.

After returning to the house, looking at Yiqiē in the dark night, Fan Xian didn't go to see Wan'er who lived in Liu's place, lowered his head and sat silently on the bed 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 extremely tired, but he couldn't sleep, and he looked at the black roof with bright eyes.

............ 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, he ate something indiscriminately, scalded his face with a hot towel, and forcibly replied to the god jīng.

When he went out, he subconsciously glanced at the bed, the terrible box, the box that stayed in the dust all the year round, just lying quietly under the bed, just like the eldest princess and the second child lying quietly in the coffin, no one would bother anymore. Whether it is a box or a person, perhaps only by turning into an inconspicuous storage zài and placing it in an inconspicuous place can we achieve true peace.

When he left the house, he subconsciously glanced at the mansion, after returning from the Taiping Courtyard, he hadn't seen Wan'er yet, and he didn't know how his wife's mood was now, thinking of this section, a trace of gloom appeared on his face.

When entering the palace, he subconsciously glanced at the palace gate, the vermilion palace door was full of traces of fire and smoke, and the cracks caused by some weapons cracked his mouth, revealing the sawdust inside, and the copper nails that were knocked down had already been cleaned, leaving only countless ugly scars on the door.

At this moment, Fan Xian confirmed something - this palace, this city, this country, after all, is the place where he has lived for twenty years, he has developed a deep affection for this place, even if this palace is so cold, no matter how many people this city has failed before, no matter how big mistakes this country has made, it is still his country.

He has always regarded himself as a Qingguo person, and there are many things that he has not checked and clarified until he has found out clearly, and he does not mind trying his best to maintain the peace of the people in this country while he has a good life, just like he has been doing all these years.

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

............ Please Hu Shu and the two scholars go back to the house for a while, these two ministers have been in the imperial study for a night, and some important chapters from all walks of life in Qingguo have finally been cleared out, but the two scholars are not iron men after all, and they are even worse than Fan Xian's jīng gods, and they have been frightened one after another, and they have never slept, and they are already tired.

Fan Xian sat in the empty imperial study, and couldn't help but shake his head, usually when the emperor Lao Tzu was there, although this imperial study was as quiet, it was always filled with 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 cousin would definitely satisfy His Majesty, and it seemed that the position of the minister could be secured, but it was just ...... Thinking of the unification war that would open the curtain in two or three years, Fan Xian felt a little bitter in his mouth.

The so-called gentleman does not bully the dark room, but Fan Xian is not a gentleman, at this time he sat alone in the imperial study, looking at the mountains of music on the low platform, looking at the soft couch, thinking that the emperor has always been there to control the entire Qingguo government, his heart moved.

He stood up and looked at the place quietly, tilting his head slightly, wondering what it would be like if he sat on it, but then he shook his head, his thin lips slightly curled up with 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 appearance of the wolf bèi who was supported by the eunuch by Hu Shu and the two scholars just now, Fan Xian confirmed that the emperor's job must be harder than the Yellow Emperor who was a young man.

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 ...... Not people.

"Please come here, Your Highness. ”

Fan Xian smiled and said to the little eunuch outside the imperial study, and immediately thought that Hong Zhu and some of the Jiao Sè 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 hand of the third prince, 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 Xian's gaze, 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 about it, he was in awe, but he didn't feel more alienated. He knew that this night of his own appearance 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 jì courtyard to kill people at the age of nine, and become a benevolent king, simple moral preaching is simply 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 relatively fair and righteous 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 Qingguo 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, His 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 next emperor of Qingguo under the protection 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 changes in Li Chengping's pupils, and thought that he was really not wrong.

"After rì, probably His Royal Highness will often let His Highness come down 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 elder 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 about to come back, and Fan Xian wants to make his own explanation to the third child, because he knows that this child's mind is actually very delicate, so he has been calling each other His Royal Highness before, but at this moment he is calling you directly.

"His Royal Highness is good at martial arts, and after all, he will be sent to the border to garrison. Fan Xian's face was slightly dark, and in his own words, he recounted the arrangements after His Majesty, "He is straightforward, and he will never take the initiative to do anything that hurts the brotherhood, you have to rest assured that you don't have to 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 leave in the future, the world is so big, I always have to go to the end of the cape to see it to be worthy of this life. 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 twenty years of this life, I am tired of guessing each other's intentions, whether you believe this sentence or not when you grow up, 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 a courtier's mouth, but Fan Xian said it so calmly, so naturally. Li Chengping looked at Mr. 's originally handsome but somewhat haggard face, and nodded subconsciously.

............ It's been three days. Kyoto has been pacified, the three horsemen entered Beijing again, announcing to the world the news of the return of His Majesty's sacrifice to the sky, the frightened people of Kyoto were overjoyed, 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.