The carriage was dim, and the corners of the young man's lips were filled with a faint smile, some of them were deliberately shown in order not to be deliberate, and some men themselves should not have a slight taste of shame, and the faint spread of the eyebrows was like the murals in the Qing Temple, with a natural feeling of antiquity and dignity.

"I don't understand. There was a hint of distress in the young man's smile, "I don't understand many things, such as why he checked me, doesn't he know that I really appreciate him?"

His fingers gently pinched the sachet on his waist, sniffed the lilac scent that gradually emanated, gently leaned his head against the soft wall of the carriage, and half-closed his eyes: "It's natural for me to appreciate him, my father is used to life on horses, why do you value his literary name so much?"

No one dares to take his words, and no one has the ability to take his words. So the young aristocracy is still trapped in that absurd sense of unreality.

"Why?"

"Why?"

A shy smile gradually faded from his face, and he gently moved his fingers away from the sachet and rubbed it twice on the tip of his nose, as if trying to preserve all the remaining aroma from his fingertips.

"It doesn't make sense. ”

"But it can't be helped. The young man sighed, turned his head to look at the bunch of green grapes beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the branch of the grapes, and threw the grapes out with an expressionless face, "Father loves him too much." ”

"Love me more than I love. ”

He pulled the corners of his mouth a little nervously and smiled, thinking of the prince in the palace, thinking of Xinyang's aunt, waving his hand, and said to the groveling Yushi beside him: "Seek peace." ”

Yu Shihe Zongwei did not participate in this operation, he raised his head in amazement, but saw a trace of tiredness flashing in the eyes of the second prince, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

―――――――――――――――――――――――――― the Imperial History of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court was separated from the beaten flesh and bones, and the blood was dripping, which naturally became the most sensational news in Kyoto recently, and the new issue of the newspaper in the palace wrote about the situation lightly, and the newspaper inside the government office wrote it clearly.

Everyone knows that the matter of His Majesty once again re-emphasized the authority of the Supervisory Yuan, and more obviously, he once again emphasized his intention to protect the young man named Fan Xian.

There is a seat in the imperial study, there is a seat in the supervision court, and the imperial history participates in him, and he has the face given by His Majesty's court staff. Fan Xian, an already glorious name, now has a thick black and gray edge in addition to the connotation of Jin Sè, which makes most officials dare not face it.

And the imperial history was beaten, and it is rumored that the young Lord Tisi knelt outside the imperial study, so that His Majesty stopped the punishment of the cane, and the imperial history of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was able to survive, thanks to his intercession regardless of his previous suspicions. And the father-in-law Hou, who was executing at that time, also revealed it casually, and the reason why he beat Yushi to death without three rods was also a secret request of Lord Vantis.

Fan Xian did not turn this matter into a favor for the Metropolitan Procuratorate on the surface, he has always remained silent about the matter of the court staff, on the contrary, this attitude has allowed him to gain more understanding and support, after all, it is he who has retained the lives of those poor imperial historians. And the Kyoto Shilin and Taixue students, who were secretly on his side, felt that they did not support the wrong person.

The people of Qingguo have always thought that the Supervision Yuan is a dog of His Majesty, and it was not until after this incident, perhaps because Fan Xian Shixian's reputation was too dazzling, that people began to learn to face up to this institution that had been hidden in the dark...... At least the impression of one place is gradually reversing, there is not no possibility of transition between black and white, and there will be a different kind of beauty in the camp of good and evil.

The silence of the gray sè, this is the Supervisory Yuan.

............ There are still a few days left in the palace's chrysanthemum appreciation party, Fan Xian half tilted his head, sitting in the courtyard of his house, while guessing what Wan'er was embroidering, while thinking about what Fan Sizhe, the little bastard, has been playing with these days, and occasionally thinking about whether the second prince, who is very similar to himself, still has that slightly shy smile on the corner of his lips.

Fan Xian was quite unhappy when he thought of this, and he was slightly ashamed and naïve? This was his signature! Suddenly he found that a person who was more noble than himself also had such a trait, and he began to feel uneasy in the depths of his heart.

"Young Master. Fuji Zijing said respectfully: "According to your wishes, Miss Shen has already moved into the garden." ”

Fan Xian nodded and said, "Is there anything unusual about her these days?"

Fujiko Kyo responded: "Except for the fact that the mind is a little gloomy, there is no special expression. ”

Fan Xian nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Send a post for me, and invite the old and young adults in the Yan Mansion to come to the Mansion for a meal." ”

"Do you want to inform the master?" Fujikokyo glanced at him and asked with a small meaning.

Fan Xian laughed: "This is natural. If my father knew that he could have a meal with Yan Ruohai, I am afraid that he would be a lot happier in his heart. ”

Fuji Zijing responded, and couldn't help but say: "That Imperial Doctor named He Zongwei is here again, is the young master still missing?"

Fan Xian opened his eyes, he didn't know what kind of meaning was in his eyes, of course he knew that He Zongwei was a person who had a relationship with each other in Yishi Curie when he first entered Kyoto, and at that time, this great talent in Kyoto was Guo Baokun, the only son of Guo Yuzhi, who was attached to the Ministry of Rites, but he refused to let go of the opportunity to make friends with himself, and he thought that he was a scholar who was keen on power.

As for why he has become the imperial historian now, Fan Xian is very clear about the hidden situation, knowing that the other party has come to visit every day in the past few days, and what he represents is the noble master, because he even avoided Li Hongcheng, and he would be a little upset if he wanted to come to the second highness.

"See you. ”

Fan Xian waved his hand and stood up, the things prepared in the courtyard were almost the same, and it was not undeclared to meet each other and express his attitude.

............ After walking in the garden for a long time, Fan Xian was a little annoyed himself, and then he walked to the front house, thinking to himself how he ran so fast the night he came back from Northern Qi? Maybe he was really worried about his sister being at home and his wife cuckolding him?

Thinking about the joke like this, I felt that the stone path between the autumn trees was shorter, and when I walked to the study of the front house, the imperial doctor named He Zongwei was already sitting in the room.

Seeing that Fan Xian had arrived, He Zongwei hurriedly stood up and bowed, "I've seen Master Fan." ”

Fan Xian waved his hand and said, "It's not the first time I've seen you, so you're polite." ”

It is true that in the period after Chūn last year, He Zongwei often came to visit the Fan Mansion, perhaps he also wanted to follow the path of the Fan family, but he never thought that Fan Xian had already seen the slightest thought about Ruo Ruo in his eyes, and he didn't like this person's hidden feelings very much, so he drew the line very cleanly.

After coming a few times and no one paid attention, He Zongwei retreated, but this famous talent in Kyoto is naturally no stranger to the people in Fan's house.

He Zongwei saw that there was no one else in the study, and said very directly: "Xiaguan is here because of the past. ”

"Before?" Fan Xian only said these two words, then stopped his mouth, the tail of his eyebrows was slightly provoked, and he looked at He Zongwei Yushi's face with a hint of interest, but waved his hand again, stopping the other party's willingness to continue talking.

He Zongwei's face was dark, and he knew at a glance that his family was poor when he was young, but in his years in Kyoto, half a year of officialdom had made him more stable, and a little bit of pride in addition to some talents.

Especially the pair of eyes that are unusually clear, and their faces are full of unintentional righteousness, which makes everyone feel amiable, but in Fan Xian's eyes, they are extremely disdainful.

"What is the past?" Fan Xian squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, "This official is not very clear. ”

He Zongwei really deserved to be the lobbyist of the second prince, and smiled lightly, and a trace of loyalty and kindness appeared on his black face: "There is nothing before, the official made a mistake, but he brought a box of good tea from Yunwu Mountain for His Second Highness." ”

Fan Xian looked at the seemingly ordinary box in front of him, and fell into silence, he knew that if he accepted this gift, it would be equivalent to smoothing out the matter of the imperial history a few days ago, in the eyes of the Second Highness, maybe Fan Xian did not suffer any loss, but got a big face under the wooden cane in front of the palace wall, and should be willing to settle things.

"Lord He's mouth is wrong, but I remember a past incident. Fan Xian looked at He Zongwei with a smile.

He Zongwei couldn't help but tremble in his heart, feeling that this young and handsome Lord Fan, this young man who had taken away all the brilliance of his talent as a genius as soon as he entered Kyoto, how could he look so similar to His Second Highness?

"What do you mean?" He Zongwei's heart was a little uneasy.

Fan Xian looked at him coldly: "The official left Kyoto and went to Northern Qi when he was beating chūn for a few days, but he turned back in the past few months, but found that things in Kyoto have changed a lot, and even his father-in-law is now forced to retire." ”

He Zongwei's tongue was a little bitter, and he couldn't say anything at all, knowing that what he was most afraid of had finally happened.

Fan Xian said quietly: "Lord He should know who Wu Bo'an is, right?"

He Zongwei beat the god jīng: "It's the old minister's strategist." ”

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Lord He is really a person with an old love, this year, Lord He entered Beijing with Wu Bo'an's widow, but I don't know where that Mrs. Wu has gone now?"

He Zongwei gritted his teeth, stood up, bowed and begged: "Master Fan, the student is saddened by the death of the old Guo family, so he boldly brought the Wu family into Beijing, yes, Xiangye's resignation is inseparable from the student's move, but this matter involves the law of Qinglu, the student will not dare to hide it, and I hope the adult will understand." He naturally didn't expect Fan Xian to let himself go, but relying on the fact that he had now made friends with His Second Highness, he said with a strong neck: "Your Excellency can target He, but Your Royal Highness is sincere, and I hope that Your Excellency will not insist on reluctance." ”

Fan Xian glanced at him and said lightly: "This official is an official of the imperial court, so naturally he will not target someone, but Fan is just an ordinary person, and he will always remember some personal grudges in his heart." ”

He Zongwei glanced at him with hatred in his eyes, knowing that it had become a mirror for him to come to discuss peace today, and he thought to himself that although the resignation of the prime minister had something to do with him, it was his duty as a subject of Qingguo, so what if he used some means? Thinking like this, he got up and saluted, and prepared to walk away.

Fan Xian glanced at him with disgust, and suddenly made a move that was extremely inconsistent with his identity, stepped forward, and jumped into the other party's waist with one kick!

With a muffled sound, He Zongwei was extremely embarrassed and fell to the ground!

After all, He Zongwei is a famous figure in Kyoto, and now he is the imperial historian of the Imperial Inspectorate, so he got up angrily, pointed at Fan Xian and scolded: "You ...... You...... Dare to hit me!"

Fan Xian clenched his fists and said, "It's you who kicked it! You want to come to the house to beg for a beating, so I naturally want to satisfy you." After a few more punches, although he didn't dare to beat the other party to death, he also beat He Zongwei into a big pig's head.

How dare He Zongwei stay any longer, holding his painful head, remembering that this adult was famous for his black boxing when he debuted, and hurriedly ran out of the house, but when he got out of the room, he was hit by Fan Xian's flying leg again, plus a tea box dart.

............ Fan Xian looked at the figure of the wolf, and then felt better, lowered his head and spat, and scolded: "I poured my father-in-law yīn down, and ran to the house to ask for peace, dog, isn't this begging for a beating?"

Fuji Zijing flashed over from the side, and said with a wry smile: "Young master, this matter has spread out, but I'm afraid that the master's face will not look good." ”

Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just a dog that can bark, and it's not for his master to see." ”

It is said that a few months ago, when Fan Xian was still in the mission heading north, he had received a report from the courtyard in the courtyard, and he had a clear understanding of the process of the resignation of Xiangye, that is, his own father-in-law, and with the help of the dead old man Sean, his judgment on this matter was more accurate.

Wu Bo'an was a strategist placed by the eldest princess in Xiangchu, and last summer he instigated the second son of the Lin family to join forces with the Northern Qi Dynasty to assassinate Fan Xian on Niulan Street, but in the end he died tragically under the grape trellis. Because of this incident, Wu Bo'an's son was also in Shandong and was tortured to death by the prime minister's disciples. Fan Xian naturally doesn't know now that this is what Yuan Hongdao, the nail that Chen Pingping buried the deepest, did.

However, Wu Bo'an's wife was arranged by Xinyang to enter Beijing, and skillfully lived in the old mansion of an old imperial historian of the Metropolitan Procuratorate through the hands of He Zongwei, and began to sue the imperial court.

What really overturned Lin Xiangye was a very unreasonable murder.

On the streets of Kyoto, there was a killer who intended to assassinate Wu Bo'an's wife, and it seemed that Xiangye's subordinates wanted to kill him, but he was unfortunately, rescued by the second prince and the prince of Jingwang.

The matter was stabbed in the palace, and Prime Minister Lin Ruofu had no choice but to accept the transaction under the table and leave Kyoto gloomily.

Fan Xian began to doubt the role played by the second prince and the prince of Jing in this matter, and it was from that day that he began to think about the real relationship between the second prince and the eldest princess of Xinyang.

Every time he sees Dabao, Fan Xian will think of his father-in-law who has returned to his hometown - this is not a public affair, just a personal grudge between Fan Xian and the second prince, although there must be more far-reaching thoughts behind Fan Xian, but at least, Fan Xian, as a son-in-law, must always take revenge in this matter.

............ Fan Xian rubbed his fists, moved his muscles and bones, and really felt that Jīng was much better, turned around and went back to the back house, walking all the way, and said to Fujiko Jing Qingsheng all the way: "Don't tell my father about this, I am embarrassed to spread it around if I want to come to that He Zongwei." ”

When she came to the back house, Wan'er was still embroidering the thing carefully and carefully, Fan Xian looked at his wife, smiled slightly and walked up.

―――――――――――――――――――――――― He Zongwei was beaten, he was naturally embarrassed to spread it around, but the second prince still knew about it, and he didn't understand what Fan Xian was relying on when he was so arrogant. This second highness doesn't seem to have much power in the court, but in fact, with the help of the eldest princess of Xinyang, he has already won the allegiance of many courtiers, so he doesn't really look at Fan Xian very much.

But now that I think about it, this Fan is idle...... He is obviously a talented man with a good heart and a strong heart, but how can he become a rather unreasonable Lu Chen? Could it be that the Supervision Yuan really has such a great influence on a person?

However, His Royal Highness still thinks that Fan Xian is at most just caught in a battle of will, and he is not willing to deign to see Fan Xian under this situation, thinking that Fan Xian should be quiet after beating He Zongwei, so he just wrote a letter to Xinyang, and he didn't have too much worry.

............ In the beautiful palace of Xinyang, the beautiful old tree is slowly and silently pulling out the branches and leaves, pieces of yellowish leaves are floating in those white gauze tents, a soft hand reaches into the air, softly followed a leaf, the green tendons on the hand are not very rough, just faintly sneaking in the white jade-like skin, like the jīng god in jade, very beautiful.

Li Yunrui, the eldest princess who had been away from Kyoto for a year, yawned like a girl, threw the dead leaves in her hand to the ground, raised her arm to support her chin lightly, her eyes turned slightly, and she said, "What do you think of Mr. Yuan?"

Yuan Hongdao, a strategist who betrayed Prime Minister Lin Ruofu and is now devoted to Xinyang, has an expressionless face, but there is a hint of surprise in his eyes: "The Second Highness is the delicate of the sky, and he will inevitably underestimate the enemy." ”

The eldest princess smiled and said, "That Fan Xian is just a young man, call him an enemy, Mr. Yuan is too cautious." ”

Yuan Hongdao smiled bitterly and said: "This uncle is not an ordinary person, although the affairs of the Northern Qi Dynasty have not been completed, and the eldest princess's clever plan has not been fully realized, but Lord Fan is skillfully centered, and his hands are not stained with blood, but he provoked the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty to assassinate Shen Chong with the Shangshan Tiger, such a character, where can it be described with the word reckless? Not to mention that the uncle is a generation of poets, such a brocade and embroidered character, the mind is only afraid that it is many times more complicated than ordinary people. ”

The eldest princess sighed, and slowly got up from the brocade couch, and a large piece of her back and neck exposed outside the luxurious palace robe was extremely white, like a swan.

"This kid, it's okay if he didn't rescue Sean, he actually ended up yīn bad Shen Zheng, this Cui family is complaining about it today, the position of the commander of the Zhenfu Division on the side of Northern Qi is still vacant, and those Jinyi guards below dare not call the shots, and the shipping channels are blocked for a while. ”

Huang Yi, the confidant of the eldest princess who had been standing quietly beside her, said respectfully: "Right now, I am discussing with the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi, but the young emperor of Northern Qi has been very stiff-necked recently, and he has resisted the Empress Dowager's will to appoint Marquis Changning as the commander of the Zhenfu Division. ”

The eldest princess sneered and said: "That old woman in Beiqi is really a fool, just pick an inconspicuous henchman at will, she has to be her brother to be the head of the spies, is it stupid for her to be her own son?"

Yuan Hongdao reminded on the side: "The matter of Northern Qi is not concerned for the time being, but I don't know how the situation in Beijing will develop." ”

Huang Yi has always disliked him not long after he came to Xinyang, but he won the trust of the eldest princess, and forced the faint vinegar in his heart, and said: "After a period of chaos in Beijing, it should be calmed down, and I don't want to come to His Majesty Xià I don't want to have irreconcilable contradictions with my own son as the successor of the Supervision Yuan." ”

Yuan Hongdao sneered: "The old man doesn't know what His Majesty thinks, I only know that Xiao Fan is a master who refuses to suffer, this time the Imperial History of the Imperial Court of the Metropolitan Procuratorate participated in him collectively, originally to remind him that there are some things that cannot be touched, where did he expect that His Majesty was so kind to him, that Fan Xian was damaged on the face, and at this time he naturally had to find a way to get it back." ”

Huang Yi didn't care about his gods, and said, "Could it be that Fan Xian still dares to make a big deal out of it?"

Only then did the eldest princess smile and say, "What Mr. Yuan said is reasonable, this palace shouldn't be in a hurry to let the Duchayuan touch that little guy this time, that little guy's xìng is stubborn." She suddenly covered her lips and smiled: "Huang Yi, don't you want to say that, my son-in-law...... is really a troublemaker, Fan Jian's old man named his son Anzhi, it was really prescient to think about it, and he knew that my son-in-law couldn't calm down. ”

She covered her lips and smiled, but when she left the palace, she was suddenly bright, the vivid meaning in her eyes, and the charm in her eyebrows, just like the rain in this autumn, moistened every space, making Huang Yi stunned and didn't know how to speak, even Yuan Hongdao couldn't help but lose his mind.

"I guess my good son-in-law will definitely bite the second child again. The eldest princess smiled and said, "Write a letter and ask the second child to make peace, no matter how much he is injured, he will make peace." ”

Although the words of this most beautiful woman in Qingguo are gentle, the majesty contained in her is something that no one dares to talk about, Huang Yi stopped talking, and couldn't help but shake his head.

The eldest princess smiled sweetly: "Mother wrote to me, let me go back to the palace for the New Year during the New Year, wait, wait until I return to Beijing, and then play with my good son-in-law in the palace." ”

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― in Kyoto, in the arms of the autumn night, the secret agents of the Supervision Yuan began to act.

It was an inconspicuous position, but at some special times—such as when a meteor fell, such as when Yue'er was eaten by a dog—he was responsible for explaining to His Majesty, and his explanations sometimes had very strict consequences.

He is a person from the Second Highness, but before he can play a role, he was choked into the mouth by those black dogs who are the most famous in Qingguo.

On the long street, there were several swishing sounds, and more than a dozen black-clothed people who looked like demons in the night jumped directly into the mansion of the Qin Tian Prison Supervisor. By the time the guards reacted, their lord had already been tied up into rice dumplings by these men in black!

But these thieves did not leave, but lit the lights in the courtyard.

Under the lights of the courtyard, the guards who were armed looked at the clothes of the men in black and did not dare to move.

Mu Tie, who was dressed in black and personally led the team, looked coldly at the idle people in the field and the family members of the Qintian supervisor, and said word by word: "The Supervision Yuan is ordered to handle the case. ”

After saying this, the officials of the Supervision Yuan dragged the Qintian Prison Supervisor out of the palace and stuffed him into a carriage, but disappeared into the dark night in a moment. A wail suddenly sounded in the prison mansion, and the lights gradually went out.