When Fan Xian finished saying this, the little emperor of Northern Qi did not think of the legendary blind master, let alone because of this passage, and began to reflect on the mistakes he had made in the past two years because of the strong pressure of Nanqing, but just looked at Fan Xian in shock, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, the anger in his eyes gradually deepened, and finally he couldn't suppress it, and roared in a deep voice: "You...... How dare you beat me!"

Of course Fan Xian dared to fight, since he dared to kidnap an emperor, let alone a few beatings. The little emperor himself knew this, he just couldn't accept it, Fan Xian actually knocked his forehead with a chestnut, this kind of fight is not a fight between you and me, in his opinion, it is a blow with an obvious taste of humiliation.

Fan Xian ignored his anger, frowned and said: "In the past few years, the cooperation between you and me has been good, and I, Fan Xian, have brought a lot of benefits to your Northern Qi, but you think about me all the time, isn't it too much?"

The little emperor was still tormented by pain and humiliation at this time, and looked at Fan Xian in disbelief, as if he didn't know where such a freak popped out of this world, and he didn't have any awe for a staff like the emperor.

Fan Xian saw him gritting his teeth like a little lion, but he was happy, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I just pointed out the big mistake you made. ”

He suddenly closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then whispered: "You originally left me with the impression that you were a monarch with a very powerful city, but in the past two years, you have been too eager for quick success...... The world is so wonderful, and you are so irritable, so bad, not good. ”

The little emperor of Northern Qi knew that he was stronger than people, and at this time he fell into the hands of the other party, and the great master in the sword house who had never shown up was secretly inclined, but he was afraid that the courtiers outside the palace would not be able to enter the sword house to save him, so he had to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "I act, why do I need to explain to you?"

"You don't have to explain it to anyone, but you need to explain it to me. Fan Xian's eyes narrowed, and a cold light suddenly appeared, "I have given you too many benefits, even if it is an investment, you have to report it to me, the shareholder, instead of thinking about killing this shareholder." ”

The negotiations between the two went back to where they started. After being silent for a long time, the little emperor of Northern Qi said slowly: "I must admit that in the past few years, you have helped me a lot, but ......"

"And yet?"

"However, you are the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing after all. The little emperor laughed at himself, and got up in a habit of standing up, putting his hands behind his back. If this action was usual, it must have been extremely chic and full of imperial spirit, but today he was stunned by the concussion in the front, and his ankle was sprained in the back.

Fan Xianyi stretched out his hand to scoop him back to the bed and looked at him quietly.

The little emperor frowned and said: "You are a Qingren, or the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing, regardless of whether I believe that you have the sincerity to fulfill the agreement of the year, that is, the queen mother and the ministers of the court, it is absolutely impossible to pin this illusory hope on the powerful ministers of the Nanqing generation." ”

He closed his eyes and said slowly: "You are not my Qi people, I don't know how the people of Great Qi have lived in the past few years after the death of the Kuhe National Master...... In such a situation, any past feelings and promises are empty, and I must put my hope in my own people, even in Dongyi City, and not in you. ”

Fan Xian listened quietly, knowing that this truth was actually very simple, not to mention the little emperor of Northern Qi, even if it was Haitang, even Chen Pingping and his father, it was impossible for him to think that he would really help Northern Qi to fight against Nanqing.

If you want to be a traitor, you must have some benefits, Fan Xian is now a figure below Nanqing and above 10,000 people, if he betrays Nanqing's interests, does he want the Northern Qi Emperor to let him sit on the dragon chair?

He laughed at himself, thinking that no one in the world would believe this, let alone the monarchs of Northern Qi. It's just that he really never thought of betraying the interests of Nanqing to meet the requirements of the Northern Qi state, he just tried his best to make the possible bloody battle to the end and the bloody river become more relaxed.

Of course, as Li Hongcheng criticized in the Dingzhou General's Mansion, this is a very naïve, ridiculous idea, and, from a certain point of view, it is basically ...... Impossible.

From this point of view, it became a matter of course that the Northern Qi side wanted to kill Fan Xian, a minister of Nanqing power, so as to tie Dongyi City to his chariot.

As for the legendary blind master, the little emperor of Northern Qi didn't know about this person, but this person's whereabouts were too mysterious, even if he was really a great grandmaster standing behind Fan Xian, but the threat to Northern Qi was far less real than that of the powerful Qing Emperor and the powerful Qing army.

Seeing that Fan Xian was lost in thought, the Northern Qi Emperor did not bother him, but also closed his eyes and began to think about his situation and what might happen next.

One is the king of the north, the other is the minister of the south, so in the quiet room, each has its own thoughts, but I don't know that time flows like water, and unconsciously, the twilight outside the house is like blood, shining on the sword pit, shining on those old remnants of the sword, the branches are like dyed with the blood of a thousand autumns, and they can't be washed away by the sea and rain for a long time.

Fan Xian stood up, walked to the window and looked at the big pit silently, he knew what the countless swords in this pit represented, which represented the swordsmanship and strength of the sword Ling Ran in the world, the status of the sword in the hearts of all the people in the world, the death of countless swordsmen and the blood-boiling legends.

The solid survival of any kind of fame or status actually requires the baptism of sword and blood.

And in this world, how to give the latecomers a better future, whether they also need a baptism of blood and fire from south to north, Fan Xian has no ability to discriminate and judge. Even if he had discussed with Yan Bingyun and argued with Li Hongcheng, he still didn't have the ability to judge which would be more beneficial to divide and combine the world. Long pain, short pain, thank you, that's a historian's problem, not a problem that creatures born in the world need to consider, creatures only need to think about the present, it's the selfish instinct of creatures.

Fan Xian is undoubtedly a selfish person, even if the flood is monstrous after his death, he only wants that when he lives, this world is like the world he likes, there are flowers, trees, grass, insects, birds, people, poems, paintings, wine, gold, no pain, no disasters and no blood...... Now he sees himself as Keito rather than the original internationalist warrior, but sadly, he has grown into a pacifist who wants to hold the famous gesture of Spider-Man or Takashi Kato while he survives, when his children survive.

The supervision institute's cultivation since childhood and so many years of life and death have made Fan Xian grow into a pacifist, which seems so ridiculous and incredible, but it also proves from another side that when a person lies on the hospital bed and waits for death, the obsession can affect him for a lifetime, or even two lifetimes.

Knowing the horror of death, we know that we should cherish life.

............ "I know why you're making a mistake in connecting. Fan Xian didn't look back, and said slowly: "The pressure on you in my Daqing is too great, although Your Majesty has not been recruiting on a large scale in the past few years, but the chess has fallen step by step, and it is all preparing for the big war after the rì." His Majesty is taking the path of righteousness, he has eliminated the existence of the great grandmaster, and naturally disdains to use the strength of his great grandmaster to disturb the world. ”

"He has enough faith to conquer you with dignity. Fan Xian suddenly felt that the twilight outside the house was a little dazzling, closed his eyes and said: "Actually, I know your majesty very well, and the Northern Expedition was an unacceptable setback for him more than 20 years ago. For him, a monster like a Grand Master should not exist in the world at all, even if he later became a Great Master himself. ”

"He has his own mind and strategy, which he can conquer with which he can conquer a qiē, and he has a deep contempt and disdain for personal force...... However, he had to clean up the Great Grandmasters before he could release this disdain to the extreme. ”

Fan Xian smiled self-deprecatingly: "I think that before Kuhe died, he also saw clearly the obsession of my emperor Lao Tzu, so he slowly played chess pieces in Xiliang and my court, and wanted to play the last big game of chess with His Majesty...... It's just that he forgets that he is dead after all, and it is impossible to know all the details of what happened after death, and the begonia he pinned his hopes on, as well as you, each made an unforgivable mistake. ”

The little emperor had been listening to Fan Xian's analysis in silence, and when he heard this, he asked, "What is the mistake?"

"You underestimated my anger. Fan Xian turned around, looked at the little emperor and said word by word: "I dare to guarantee you, Kuhe's two moves before his death were all prepared to fall on me in the end, and you tried to kill me twice, whether you succeed or not, if Kuhe knows your behavior, he will definitely die again in the grave." ”

"Falling on you?" The little emperor's pupils shrank, and he smacked the explanation of Uncle Kuhe before his death in his heart, and his face gradually became solemn, but he still didn't understand, why pin the hope of the survival of Northern Qi on Fan Xian, is he not the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing? Could it be that Fan Xian is really a great sage?

No, the last saint in the world died as early as the fifth year of Qingli, and Fan Xian was just an ordinary person.

Fan Xian sneered: "Of course, Kuhe's calculation is very good, he really pulls my heart, but he can't guess a little until he dies, whether I will go down the path he imagined." ”

The things referred to in this sentence were too secret, and the little emperor of Northern Qi couldn't hear it clearly.

"I'll think of my own sub-control zhì this qiē, if I can't control zhì, I can go lightly. Fan Xian walked out of the twilight outside the window, getting closer and closer to the little emperor's body, and said in a deep voice: "And Your Majesty...... It would be better to listen to me. ”

"Why should I listen to you? For some reason, the little emperor suddenly felt a chill.

Fan Xian looked at him and said: "Because you have made too many mistakes, although the government of Northern Qi has been taken care of by you very well in the past few years, I originally thought that there was a great Wu Zhou in history, but after all, I found that women ...... Or too irritable, too soft-hearted, can't support anything. ”

As soon as these words came out, the little emperor's face changed drastically, but he immediately returned to his ordinary appearance, squinted his eyes and said: "What Lord Xiao Fan said is becoming more and more mysterious. ”

"If you want to kill me before, if you don't think about the life or death of the manager, let the eunuch trick her out of the room, but use the wolf peach to directly launch an attack, maybe I will be dead by this time. Fan Xian stood in front of him, lifted his chin calmly, and said, "The benevolence of the woman, it was displayed at a glance at that moment, you let me down so much, how dare I continue to do business with you?"

The little emperor's eyes narrowed more and more, narrowing into two curved moons, as if he wanted to use the gap in his eyes to look at Fan Xian more flattened, so as to calm the infinite fear and struggle in his heart.

This is a secret that he has kept with the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi for twenty years, for this secret, the Northern Qi court does not know how many people died and how much price they paid, but at this moment, it was indifferently said by a Nanqing person.

"My purpose today is to enter the sword house to see the sword, but there is another purpose, that is, I want to have a private conversation with you. Fan Xian looked at him and said, "I want to sue you, if you still want to be the emperor of Northern Qi, from now on, don't try to deal with me secretly, on the contrary, you have to cooperate with me, do you hear clearly?"

The little emperor pulled the corners of his lips and laughed loudly: "Okay, you Fan Xian, you actually want to threaten me? You can kill me with one sword, and see if the descendants of my war family will frown." ”

"Your ambition is truly impressive. Fan Xian looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said word by word: "Killing naturally can't be killed, I just want to know, if Shangshan Tiger, Wolf Tao and other important ministers of Northern Qi suddenly find that the emperor they are loyal to is actually a ...... Women, how will they react......? There is only one daughter in the war family, is there still a need to save zài?"

The little emperor stared at Fan Xian deadly, and at this time, he finally understood why the previous manager would say that Fan Xian would not be afraid of himself at all, but that he should be afraid of the other party, it turned out that it was because the other party had mastered his own life, the absolute life.

The little emperor said with a hoarse voice and a sneer: "A generation of poets, sure enough, there is a bit of stupidity when you speak. ”

In this situation, Fan Xian also had to admire the other party's calmness and toughness. After he was silent for a long time, he stretched out his finger and flicked the little emperor's bun off, and the black hair fell on the emperor's shoulders like a waterfall, and the whole person suddenly felt weak, and then there was a hissing sound in the quiet room......