Chapters 48-49

I don't know how long it took, Fan Xian got up from the snow, his movements seemed very slow, and he didn't seem to have gotten rid of his previous emotions. The fire stick was very well protected, and it took me a lot of genius to put the three parts back together, and I found that all the parts were very good, even the optical sight was perfect. Fan Xian only felt at this time what a stupid act he was to kick the box twice.

He is a military blind, so it took many days just to familiarize himself with the weapon in his hand, and after the actual training, he found that there is always a big gap between the original ideal and the reality, and when you find that the sun shines into the dream, you suddenly understand that the dream is fake.

How to measure the range, how to aim, how to ensure smooth operation, are not the knowledge that people in this world can know, Fan Xian has no teacher, he can only slowly explore by himself, and the farther the aiming distance, the less easy it is to hit the target, and about calculating the influence of wind difference and ranging, this is even more difficult to problem.

Fortunately, many of his qualities make up for these deficiencies. First of all, he is very calm, there is a calmness similar to Wuzhu; secondly, he is very stable, and the nameless domineering true qi keeps his body in a very balanced state; and most importantly, he is very patient, very patient, very patient of a hunter, thanks to the encounter in the previous life and the "nap" in the next life, as long as the energy in the body can keep up, Fan Xian believes that he can lurk in one place all day without moving.

After getting up from the snow, he felt that his body was a little frozen, so he slowly urged the true qi in his body to ease his slightly numb limbs. Then he looked at Wuzhu standing on the ground like a flagpole beside him, and shook his head: "If the opponent is Yan Xiaoyi, I can't guarantee that he won't be killed with an arrow before hitting him." ”

Wuzhu said indifferently: "You don't need to use this. ”

Fan Xian didn't quite understand what he meant, so he sat down with a sniper and frowned: "Actually, I know that my own strength is between the eighth rank and the ninth grade." Uncle used to hide it from me, because he didn't want me to be big. But in the future, if you want to deal with those masters on the nine grades. It's always better to have some weapons in your hand that others don't know. ”

Wuzhu said: "In my opinion, you still only have the level of seven grades. ”

Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "Then I can still kill Cheng Jushu, and I can also fight against Gong Dian." ”

Wuzhu Muran said: "The palace has eight grades, and Cheng Jushu only has seven grades at most, maybe ...... In the past ten years of my stay in Shanzhou, the martial arts cultivation of the entire world has declined. ”

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Fan Xian frowned. slapped the snow under his buttocks, although he didn't say anything, but listening to this sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, as for where the strangeness was, he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, shook his head and said: "I need to make myself strong, otherwise I can't protect the people around me." Wan'er also has the royal family and the eldest princess, what about Ruoruo? Don't forget, she is actually a poor child without a mother. ”

Wuzhu was silent.

Fan Xian smiled slightly, at this time, the moon reflected the snow mountain, and the night was slightly clear, and his face looked more and more beautiful and dust-free. He watched as a few snow seeds landed on the black cloth that covered Wuzhu's eyes. Somehow, my heart moved, and I made a move that I didn't dare to do since I was a child.

He took a step forward and carefully stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the black cloth snowflakes from Uncle Wuzhu's eyes, and his movements were very gentle.

Wuzhu took a step back, and the time taken by this step back was all good, so that Fan Xian's right hand stayed in the air a little awkwardly, about half a foot away from Wuzhu's face.

"Let's go back. Gotake took the sniper rifle from his hand, turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at the place where he disappeared. A faint sadness welled up in my heart. Such a peerless powerhouse who has lost his memory has only a very small part of the past. So what will his future look like?

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I don't know the years in the mountains, Fan Xian gets up early in the morning with extreme self-discipline every day, conducts martial arts practice, and will also take some time out at night to learn the skills of night walkers in this mountain with Uncle Wuzhu, most of the days are living a comfortable life with Lin Wan'er and her sister, watching the girls in the manor gather together in one place to fight poems, paintings, songs, and cards, and the days pass like this day by day.

In the middle, Ye Ling'er and the county lord of Roujia also came to live for a while, and several young ladies from noble families inevitably held a small poetry meeting, and the girl Roujia seemed to get rid of the sadness of Fan Xian's wedding, but she just flashed the pair of eyes that were as tender as water and not as good as twelve, begging the Fan family brother to write a few poems to listen, how could Fan Xian be fooled like this, and escaped under the pretext of going up the mountain to beat the tigress.

In his opinion, Lin Wan'er can be found on the card table, just like a peerless swordsman finding a master who can be his enemy, as the so-called, life is as lonely as snow......

Of course, the three of Fan Xian's brothers and sisters gathered in the manor, as a young master, he would not forget his wife's brother, who had already sent Fuji Zijing to pick up Dabao after recovering from his injury, and there was Wang Qinian's group secretly escorting him along the way, so there should be no problems.

After eating at noon that day, Fan Xian asked his subordinates to put on the carriage, and Lin Wan'er and the two of them went down to ten miles down the mountain to meet Dabao. It didn't take long for the convoy to arrive. Waiting for the convoy to stop, Fuji Zijing hurriedly stepped forward to greet Fan Xian and the young grandmother of the county lord, Lin Wan'er knew that this person was Fan Xian's first cronie after entering Beijing, so he also dealt with it gently, but his heart had already drifted to the carriage.

"A little leisure. ”

Needless to say, as soon as you hear this title, you know that Dabao got out of the car. Fan Xian smiled bitterly, hugged his fists, and then went up to meet his brother-in-law, who had not seen him for several months and was still bloated. Dabao looked at the surrounding mountain scenery with some curiosity, opened his mouth wide and smirked: "The snow in the capital is much smaller." ”

There is a lot of snow in Cangshan, and there is a lot of accumulation on the road. Lin Wan'er looked at the snow chips on her brother's hair. Distressedly, he stepped forward, wiped it off for him, put the fox fur he had prepared on him, and complained: "Father is too, I know that it is cold on Cangshan, and I don't know how many more things to prepare." ”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, thinking that the prime minister was a man after all. There are few women in the Lin Mansion now, even if he loves Dabao. It's impossible to be exhaustive. He then turned his head and asked Fujikokyo, "Nothing happened on the way, right?"

"Nope. Fuji Zijing replied calmly: "It was the intersection before entering the mountain, and another carriage that came to spend the winter grabbed the road, and the other party saw the carriage of the Xiangfu where we were sitting, so he let it." ”

Enjoying the snow scenery and avoiding the middle of summer is the favorite thing to do for the nobles in Kyoto, and it is a mountainous place. There are also soldiers in some places who are guarding. This is just a trivial matter, Fan Xian didn't take it to heart, and after a little bit of noise, he prepared to go up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, at this time, I heard the sound of horses' hooves from behind, and in a short time, a group of carriages drove up violently, and this was the fork, so it suddenly became very crowded. It's hard to go up.

"That's them. Fuji Zijing was a little embarrassed and said, "Young master, I didn't say it, because I didn't want you to be angry." ”

The housekeepers in the carriage saw that they were stuck here, and they started scolding. Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked over, only to know that it was the carriage of Guo You's house, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and couldn't help but smile slightly. I don't know what I'm thinking.

They didn't react here, but they understood it over there, it turned out that they had robbed the Xiangfu carriage once at the bottom of the mountain, and Guo Fu didn't dare to compete with the Xiangfu no matter what, so the arrogance suddenly disappeared a lot.

"Xiangfu's car, you can't always stop at the intersection and don't let people go, we've already let it go once, can't you hurry up?" came a voice from the Guo family's carriage that made Fan Xian a little familiar.

Immediately afterwards, a luxurious boy got out of the carriage, pointed at Fuji Zijing and his party and shouted, "Don't you hurry up and get out of the way?" Lin Xiang is still in Beijing. You people don't know what to do in Cangshan. ”

"Brother Guo?" Fan Xian was overjoyed. Said hello to that side.

Guo Baokun listened to someone shouting about himself, and he looked very kind. Thinking that he had met an acquaintance, he turned around with a smile on his face, but when he saw it, it was Fan Xian, who was playing black boxing, and the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he couldn't put it down for a while, looking extremely embarrassed. There was even more nervousness in his eyes, with a sense of fear, who is this? This is Fan Xian......

Poetry meeting once, Kyoto Prefecture Yamen once, palace once, I offended the other party miserably, and the other party is now in the capital is a mixed wind and water, I want to harm the other party once, but the other party will jump up because of this incident. And the other party is now married to that girl, and the pomp and circumstance at the time of the wedding let Guo Baokun know that he has poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and he just begs not to bump into the other party in the future, who knew that it would be so coincidental today!

Fan Xian looked at his appearance, admired in his heart, and thought to himself that this person was so bad luck that everyone and God mourned, why did he meet him again?

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Watching the carriage of Guofu gallop down the mountain like a dozen rabbits, Fan Xian rubbed his wrist. Lin Wan'er walked over and said in a low voice: "What are you doing to drive others down the mountain for no reason?" Although he is just a palace compiler, after all, he is a close minister of the prince's brother, and there will always be a day when he will enter the cabinet in the future. What's more, this Cangshan is not a fan...... If others know about our family, we must not be said to be too domineering. ”

"I didn't drive him down. Hearing his wife's quick turn, a strange smile appeared on Fan Xian's beautiful face: "I just said that I went to him for tea in the middle of the night, and who knew that he would run away." ”

Lin Wan'er couldn't help laughing when she heard him say so gently: "You, who in Kyoto doesn't know that you are a black boxer, go to him in the middle of the night, Guo Baokun has a ghost in his heart, so he naturally wants to escape, he is not as famous as you now, his fist is not as big as yours, what else can he do besides running?"

Fan Xian smiled: "I also sympathize with him." ”

Chapter 49

Fuji Zijing brought another letter, in which Si Nanbo Fan Jian looked a little worried, it seemed that something had happened in the court that made him a little worried, but literally, this matter had nothing to do with the eldest princess's side. Fan Xian frowned and thought to himself, what could it be? When he opened Wang Qinian's letter, the contents of the two pieces of paper were compared with each other. Then it became obvious.

"Doing business and running government affairs, now it is hospital affairs, how long will this process take?" Fan Xian looked at the dark snow outside the window, smiled wryly and shook his head.

He knew that the task of sending an envoy to Northern Qi would eventually fall on his head as the deputy envoy for reception. On the one hand, he was drunk and sprinkled in the palace that time, and the edge was too sharp, even if he hid in Cangshan, it was not enough to calm the lake.

Second, Chen Pingping, who has never met. My mother, who was a close comrade-in-arms back then, obviously wanted to let herself take over the ground shift of the Supervision Institute. This is also proven by Mr. Fei Jie. And if you want to take over the ground class of the Supervision Yuan, this difficulty is even greater than being the prime minister. You can't just because of your family background and a little fame, you can deter thousands of shady secret agents in the hospital.

The Supervision Yuan is not an ordinary six-department yamen, and people who are incapable can only mix for a while and cannot control a lifetime. As the most relied upon secret service agency of His Majesty the Emperor, the Supervision Yuan needs stability the most. So Chen Pingping handed over this task to herself, if she can successfully rescue Yan Bingyun, then she can gain Yan Ruohai's favor in one fell swoop, and after that Yan Gongzi returns to Beijing, he will definitely take the position immediately, plus Fei Jie and Chen Pingping secretly arranged, he can get the support of at least half of the leaders.

The problem is that his father, Fan Jian, seems to just want to accept Neku in peace. Be a rich man, forget it.

How to choose between the two, Fan Xian knew that he didn't have much right to speak, it depended on what His Majesty the Emperor thought. Thinking of that majesty, Fan Xian's brows furrowed even more, if he really gradually took over the Supervision Yuan, it seemed that he could only prove some of his terrifying conjectures.

Envoy to Northern Qi. It was an opportunity to gild, but Fan Xian knew that if he was just brass, no matter how much he plated, it would not be possible to turn it into gold. Although at this time, he still didn't know the most dangerous part of the Supervision Yuan's plan, he could also guess that this trip to the north would be very unusual.

Outside the window, the wind and snow are blowing, and the long corridor is on the other side. There was a faint sound of laughter. There is also a fiery red light that shines through. In this snowy night, it is extremely warm.

Fan Xian put the two letters in the palm of his hand. The face was kneaded into powder without changing color, and the window was opened and thrown on the snow, and the powder snow was mixed with the powder, and it could no longer be found, and the night wind outside also blew in, and the face was cold.

The candles in the room became brighter when they dimmed.

"Close the window, freeze to death. Wan'er, who got out of bed early, stretched out half of her face pitifully from the quilt, her mouth and nose were hidden under the warm quilt, and she looked at Fan Xian with a pair of talking eyes: "Go to sleep, let them go crazy, my brother is very well-behaved, don't worry." ”

Fan Xian smiled and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, naturally put his hand into the quilt, gently stroked his wife's plump breasts, but said the next thing in his mouth: "Dabao is naturally well-behaved, but you have to know that our good brother, no matter what, maybe tomorrow you will take Dabao to the mountains to catch bears." ”

It's been a long time since the wedding, but Lin Wan'er still hasn't adapted to the wolf hand that her father-in-law stretched out anytime and anywhere, her face was flushed, her eyes seemed to be dripping with water, she grabbed the thief's hand on her chest with her backhand, and said, "I'm not honest again." ”

"The lady called me to sleep, how dare I be honest?" Fan Xian smiled, slapped his backhand, and the bright candle was suddenly extinguished, leaving only a quiet room and a couple. After a while, after hearing the sound of Suosuo undressing, Fan Xian only had a single coat left, and put it into the quilt, Lin Wan'er was cold on his body, and couldn't help but tremble, and said: "I go to bed so late every night, and I don't know what to do at the table?"

"Is this a resentment?" Fan Xian laughed at this little wife, Wan'er is not yet sixteen this year, in her previous life, she was still a little girl who was in the palm of her parents' baby, but now she has become her own wife, begging for joy every night, and I don't know if she can't help but live, while thinking, the palm of her hand can't help but rub it on Wan'er's soft breasts, through the slippery silk single clothes, this kind of rich and smooth touch makes him feel extremely beautiful.

Lin Wan'er hummed softly, and the whole person leaned on his arms.

Fan Xian lowered his head and pouted at her fleshy lips, the bodies of the two people slowly rubbed, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, and the bodies of both were slightly hot.

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The clouds disperse, the rain stops, the fog disappears, and the flowers bloom and eventually merge.

The wind and snow outside the window are still there, and the quilt is as warm as spring. The sleepy and weak Wan'er shyly lowered her head and burrowed into Fan Xian's arms. Fan Xian looked at his wife distressedly, and couldn't help but gently touch Wan'er's lips with his fingers, and somehow thought of the chicken leg in the Qing Temple.

"You...... You...... Your hands are not clean. Wan'er turned her head away in shame and anger.

Fan Xian smiled softly: "Where is it not clean again? ”

Lin Wan'er was afraid that her husband would say something more embarrassing, so she quickly changed the subject: "Do you want to go to Northern Qi or not?"

Fan Xian hugged her tighter and asked, "Are you willing to live with me for the rest of your life?"

"Huh?" Wan'er couldn't see Wan'er's expression in the dark, but she must have been very nervous about why her husband asked such a sentence, marrying her husband in this world. How could there be a reason to turn back halfway, and said angrily and anxiously: "Why did Xianggong ask like this." ”

Only then did Fan Xian know that he had asked something inappropriate. Bitterly smiled and explained: "Just a casual question." In fact, after all, he still has some habits in his previous life, although he worshiped heaven and earth with Wan'er and drank the same cup, but he always wanted to hear something from the mouth of this cute girl.

"Ask casually?" Lin Wan'er was half-convinced, and said weakly: "Xianggong is thinking about Miss Sisi." ”

This Fan Xian only remembered Sisi, who had been deliberately left in the Fan Mansion in Kyoto, Fujiko Jing said that she was doing well in Beijing. But grandma is so foolish, she always has to solve it.

He comforted Wan'er and said: "How can you think about this, it's just that the two of us are going to be in one place for a lifetime, of course, we have to plan for a long time, you don't know, your mother has always looked at me unpleasantly." ”

This is fresh and interesting, and a few words that have been mixed up for a lifetime fell into Wan'er's ears, which made her heart warm. Very satisfied, Yu Yu responded: "What other way do I have to marry my husband." ”

"That's it. In the dark, Fan Xian smiled slightly, the lines at the corners of his lips were very gentle, and he said softly: "The nobles in Beijing are playing a big table of mahjong. I don't know if I can win. ”

Wan'er smiled and responded: "I am not as good as you in this kind of thing as black boxing." Playing cards is such a thing, you are not as good as me. This is the sentence that Fan Xian provoked Zhuang Mohan to vomit blood in front of the palace, and it has already spread throughout Kyoto.

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Outside the window, the wind and snow were urgent, and Fan Ruoruo, who couldn't sleep, held an umbrella, looked into the distance in the dark night, and carefully kept a distance from the edge of the stone floor. With a smile on her face, she felt a little empty in her heart, her most admired brother had already gotten married, where was her future? Find something worth your life for. Maybe it's feelings, maybe it's poetry and painting. But I really don't know what I should pursue.

Snowflakes fell on the umbrella and hit her heart.

Covered with the eternal black cloth Wuzhu quietly came behind her, and the voice without a trace of emotion sounded in Fan Ruoruo's ears: "Can you keep it a secret?"

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In the early morning of the second day, when Fan Xian returned from practice, he was somewhat surprised to find that Dabao was surrounded by a fox fur, looking at the cliff below the manor with a satisfied face. Fan Xian was worried that he accidentally stumbled and fell off Qingping, so he hurriedly walked over and asked softly, "Dabao, what are you looking at?"

Dabao grinned stupidly and pointed to him: "Xiao Xianxian, there is a big white bird there." ”

In the mountains in the distance, there is a faint white mist rising, there are several black-necked and black-tailed white cranes are bending their necks there to feed, suddenly raising their heads and singing, crisp to the extreme, but continuous, in the call of the white cranes spread their wings and dance, very beautiful.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, thinking to himself in this cold winter weather, how could he still see the crane staying on the Cangshan Mountain, could there be a hot spring there? The crane is free and does not like to be restrained, so the crane dance in the distance looks very free and casual, Fan Xian couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his spirit was lifted.

"Dabao, do you like those birds?"

"I don't like it. ”

Fan Xian was a little surprised, and asked with a smile, "Why?

Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, "Lao Jump is too tired, Dabao looks panicked." ”

Fan Xian laughed and patted his brother-in-law's thick shoulder, I don't know why, after entering Kyoto, he talked to Dabaodi three times and made him feel the most relaxed, maybe because the other party really looks like a child, so he doesn't need to worry about anything, right?

Although the crane dance is beautiful, it is indeed too tiring.

"Dabao, how are you playing these days?"

There was a hint of confusion between Dabao's broad eyebrows, as if he didn't know how to answer this question, but he still tried hard to answer it clearly, and said with a sigh...... Endure...... Okay, play mahjong...... The little fat man lost his temper and was quite ...... Playful. ”

Fan Xian smiled, looking at the thick snow forest below the bluestone flat, the fog in the distance, and the white crane in the fog, speechless for a long time.

The third volume of Cangshan Snow ends.

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