As the king of a country, there are many affairs, and it is impossible to stay in the remote place of this palace all the time, and I don't know which piece of land in the country has an accident, the head of the eunuch of the Taiji Hall has a shy old face, and took a great risk to come outside the building, and reported many times downstairs in a bitter manner, and finally succeeded in inviting the emperor downstairs.

Seeing that behind the emperor was standing Fan Tisi, the head of the eunuch secretly complained in his heart, no wonder the emperor could not be found in the palace, it turned out to be ...... The two fathers and sons were playing the scene of tearful recognition, and they came to disturb them rashly, which made the Son of Heaven displeased, and he didn't know how many boards he would suffer.

The emperor's face is really not good, among the sons he gave birth to, of course, the one he admires the most is Fan Xian, after Fan Xian entered Kyoto, he earned too much brilliance for him and even the entire Qingguo, and he knew how to understand reason, which was really useful.

The most important thing is that just looking at the two things of saving the third child on the hanging temple, and now refusing to recognize each other, it can be seen that this child's casual appearance is full of a loyal heart, and it seems that yīn's ruthless methods contain all the meaning of neutralization.

In the heart of this middle-aged emperor, how could he not have felt the slightest unreasonable jealousy towards Fan Jian - the emperor was just a mortal after all. Now he can finally recognize Fan Xian, although Fan Xian has not spoken, but the atmosphere is enough to make the emperor happy, at this moment, someone came to disturb, of course his mood is not much better.

At this time, there were many people inside and outside the building, and the emperor was not good at saying anything, so he turned around, his face full of frost gradually softened, and he looked at Fan Xian's beautiful face with a few familiar faces, and said softly: "You have also seen it, and I said it before, as the king of a country, there are always too many last resorts." Think more about yourself and don't have too much resentment. ”

With the respect of the emperor, even if he is his own son in front of him, he will not speak in such a low profile, except that there is no apology in this sentence, enough content has been expressed. Fan Xian didn't dare to pretend anymore, and took a deep look, as if he had moved.

The emperor suddenly frowned, thinking of his sister who was far away in Xinyang, he couldn't help but have another headache, and sighed: "Recently, Jingli has been too quiet, and there are too many things that can't be put on the table, Chen Pingping is worried that you will be embarrassed in the court, and Jian yì asked you to go down to Jiangnan in advance, what do you think?"

Fan Xian didn't dare to have any opinions, but just a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he said faintly: "The minister obeys the order." He suddenly smiled mildly and said: "It's just that Jiangnan has never been there, please mention your majesty, what do you need to pay attention to." ”

The emperor shook his head: "What I need is just a clean inner treasury that can earn money for the court every year, as for how to do it, you should know that what you have done in the past two months, I appreciate what you have done." ”

This is naturally the case of the Supervision Yuan's investigation of the Cui family and the crackdown on smuggling in the inner treasury.

The Emperor continued, "It's just ...... Because of this, An Zhi, you have made some enemies in the court, and there are some things that you can't do...... Well, you're doing a good job. In the eyes of the emperor, the reason why Fan Xian spared no effort to attack Xinyang and the second prince was, of course, because of the original letter, which was doing things for the imperial court and handling things that were inconvenient for him.

After Fan Xian was silent for a while, he spoke: "From now on, the minister, I am still willing to be a lonely minister of His Majesty." ”

The emperor was very satisfied with Fan Xian's statement, and Fan Xian took this opportunity to ask: "It's just that the south of the Yangtze River is far away, although the ministers have the right to supervise, but after all, they are not connected to commercial affairs...... 陛xià, minister ......"

He gritted his teeth in front of the emperor and said, "The minister wants to borrow Qingyutang for use." ”

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and after being silent for a while, he asked: "The shopkeepers of Qingyutang are naturally familiar with the affairs of the inner treasury, but according to the rules of the imperial court, they are not allowed to leave the capital......" He suddenly felt that it was a little unkind to say this in front of Fan Xian, and coughed twice and said: "An Zhi, you are facing me in person, aren't you afraid that I will doubt your heart?"

Fan Xian said directly: "The land of Putian is not the land of the king, and since the minister proposed it in person, he naturally believes in His Majesty's loyalty and is convinced of the minister's loyalty." ”

The emperor stared at him, but his heart was quickly coiled, the Ye family was deeply rooted and leafy, which could almost shake the country, as the king of a country, he was really a little afraid of the repetition of the events of the year, Fan Xian in front of him, after all, was her biological son, and he was afraid that he would inevitably be a little unwilling to lose the Ye family.

But he thought about it, since Fan Xian dared to say this, it could be regarded as honest, and said lightly: "Now that you are standing high enough, you naturally know that the so-called real money is not of much use...... That thought, this is what I wanted, why doubt it?"

Fan Xian's face was moved, but the emperor waved his hand and said with a sneer: "But you also have to hide it, even if the affairs of the inner treasury are complicated, where do you need those old guys in Qingyutang." I think you want to get them out of Beijing. ”

Fan Xian didn't defend either, and sighed gloomily: "Don't dare to deceive Your Majesty, the minister does have this thought." From the first rì who knew his life experience, he had this idea, last year, he also went to Qingyutang to see, those shopkeepers are detained in Beijing all the year round, it is really a little awkward, these people are only half a hundred years old, if they are released from Beijing, they can also serve the imperial court. ”

He had been to Qingyutang once last year, and he knew that this matter would one day be caught by someone with a heart, so he simply said it in front of the emperor today.

The Emperor seemed a little surprised by his calmness, and after a long silence, he finally nodded. Fan Xian was overjoyed, and the emperor smiled and said: "You can't take it all away, all the princes' mansions are all Qingyutang taking care of their own business, if you take them all away, I'm afraid that Prince Jing will not be the first to spare you." ”

Fan Xian smiled, and the emperor smiled and said, "...... Among the few, that is, the prince dared to stand up straight in front of me and speak, but he was more than calm and fierce, so it was better for you to ......" He was silent and said, "There is a painting upstairs...... You'll take a look at it later. ”

Although he knew that the portrait was in the palace, Fan Xian still showed a slight hesitation and asked, "What painting?"

The emperor said: "The only portrait of your mother left in this world......" Thinking of Xiao Yezi, his eyes softened, and he said softly: "You haven't seen her, stay for a while and take a good look...... Speaking of which, your mother really doesn't resemble you. ”

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and then listened to His Majesty sigh and said: "Although the general beauty is not beautiful, the partiality is very different. She is like a man who does not let her eyebrows, otherwise she would not have such a name, she hated the so-called poetry and song the most, so she had to practice. ”

Thinking that the son in front of him was the most famous poet in the world, the emperor suddenly felt that things were a little interesting, laughed loudly, pointed at Fan Xian and said: "Although the poems she makes also have the tendency to swallow the wind and clouds, they are only in line with her love, and the difference between her and yours is too great...... Too big. ”

Hong Zhu looked at the anxious urging eyes of the eunuch outside the building, and listened to the happy conversation between His Majesty and Lord Xiao Fan, where did he dare to come forward to disturb.

Fan Xian laughed and asked curiously, "Mother...... The poems she made, Your Majesty Xià has ever heard?"

"There's only one song. The emperor leisurely recalled the year, and recited in a clear voice: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting." Looking at the inside and outside of the palace city, only the remaining recklessness, up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. The mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, yù and the heavenly test are higher. Xu Qing rì, look at the red makeup wrapping, extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Pity the Wei Emperor Han Wu, slightly lost the literary style, Tang Dynasty Song Zu, slightly inferior to the wind sāo. A generation of Tianjiao, the Great Khan of the Western Barbarians, only knows the bow shè eagle. The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

Wei Huang Han Wu Tang Zong Song Zu Fan Xian's face was very jīngcai, jīngcai was about to cramp Cheng dù.

The emperor glanced at him disapprovingly, and scolded, "Do you think this word is bad?"

Fan Xian said with a bitter face: "...... Naturally, it is full of momentum, but the minister doesn't know where this Han Wu, Tang Zong, and Song Zu are. He thought to himself, Mom, if you want to change it, it's okay to change it thoroughly, what kind of Xiban Khan...... It's really a defeat for you.

The emperor explained: "It is rumored that it was the three generations of heroes before the eons. ”

Fan Xian was dumbfounded, thinking that his mother's dodging skills were very similar to his own, just like talking with Zhuang Mohan that night in Shangjing in the Northern Qi Dynasty, but all the things that could not be explained were all pushed back to the ancient times, and he had occasionally seen them in the annals, where is the annals?

The eunuch asked again and again, and the emperor finally left the small building, and when he left, some thin backs could not reveal a trace of sentimentality.

............ There were only two people left in the small building, Hong Zhu and Fan Xian, watching the emperor's figure disappear behind the layers of frost and cold branches, Fan Xian finally couldn't help but erupt, holding his stomach and laughing loudly, hahahaha, the voice resounded through the small building, indescribably happy.

Hong Zhu looked stupid on the sidelines, thinking that Fan Tisimo was not greatly stimulated because of today's incident, should he ask the imperial doctor to take a look?

After a long time, Fan Xian finally stopped laughing ridiculously because of the song "Qinyuan Chūn", his stomach hurt a little from laughing, and he said to Hong Zhu out of breath: "It's okay, I'll go up, you wait for me downstairs." ”

In the process of walking upstairs, Fan Xian still couldn't stop laughing, the woman called Ye Qingmei was really a wonderful person, she didn't copy thousands of good poems, but wanted to copy this one, and it was estimated that he was also forced by Emperor Fan Jian's group of people back then...... However, maybe Lao Mao's song is exactly the one that fits that woman's mentality?

When he walked upstairs, Fan Xian's smile had completely disappeared, and he returned to his calmness, placed in a feudal dynasty, the word copied by his mother was really the first and opposite words, the emperor could say it, but she couldn't say it, no wonder she finally had such a strict conflict with this palace.

He sneered in his heart, leaving behind all the true feelings of the previous emperor in his chest, and no longer remembered it.

............ Coming to the outside of the side compartment, he picked up a few cups of cold tea, Fan Xian pushed the door in, stepped on the threshold, and stood calmly in front of the portrait without a trace of hesitation and trembling.

The painting depicts a woman in a yellow shirt with a raging river in the background. The woman stood on a bluestone on the riverside, her skirt swaying gently with the river wind, facing the direction of the river, the turbid waves in the river emptied, patting the stones and turning into sediment, and the ants were faintly visible in the distance on the opposite bank, carrying stones or something, maybe those people were building the river embankment.

The painting of this painting is extremely wonderful, the brushstrokes are delicate, but the style is magnificent, with jīng fine and grand, whether it is the heavy scene on the other side of the river, or the green and yellow mountains and rocks nearby, they are all described very well. In particular, the big river that is tied between the two sides of the Yellow Mountain, is even more turbulent, the waves turn white, the momentum is compelling, looking at this painting, it seems to be able to feel a fierce river wind, is seeping out of the painting, blowing on the viewer's face, standing a little closer, it seems to be able to hear the river water lapping on both sides of the passionate sound...... But all of this qiē is not the focus of this painting, and anyone who is lucky enough to see this painting will be attracted by the woman in the yellow shirt standing on this shore in the first time, and will no longer have the extra mind to look at the landscape figures elsewhere in the painting.

The woman in the yellow shirt actually only exposed one side, a few green silks next to the crystal jade earlobes, fluttering gently, sandalwood lips slightly pursed, I don't know what I'm thinking, the most attractive thing is her eyebrows, I saw that the eyebrows are as beautiful as a sword, not like a weak woman, but there is no more male pride, just blindly clear and sparse, which makes people unspeakably loved.

............ But at this time, Fan Xian's eyes were only staring at the square inch eyes that could be seen in the side face of the woman in the painting, and the expression in those eyes seemed to be calm, but it always seemed to contain more affection.

In just a moment, he remembered that in the cliff cave of Xishan outside the capital city of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Sean had described his mother, yes, it was this kind of eyes ——that were soft and sad, full of love and attachment to life, yearning for beautiful things, sympathy for suffering, and self-confidence to change this qiē.

Fan Xian sighed, sat down slowly, looked at the painting on the wall, and didn't look away for a long time, as if he wanted to firmly engrave the woman's appearance in the painting in his heart.

Cold tea in hand, the old painting is current, he just sat in the side room in silence, I don't know how long he sat there, and he didn't notice the sunlight outside the small building, and the wind and clouds moved slowly.

............ The cold tea in his hand was still undrunk, Fan Xian sat for a while, his lips were a little dry, he suddenly tilted his head, looked at the woman in the yellow shirt in the painting and said softly: "You did a good job, but it's a pity...... Didn't take care of yourself. ”

He paused, seemed a little nervous, and wanted to organize a more appropriate language to speak to the woman in the painting.

"Of course, I am not doing as well as you, but rest assured, I will take care of myself. He stood up, looked at the painting quietly, and said softly: "Leave you here for the time being, I think he won't let me take it away, and I will come to see you often after a while." "I don't know how long it will take.

Fan Xian approached the scroll, and suddenly smiled, jīng was very excited, and said with a smile: "Go all over...... It's all about the past. Count the romantic characters, let me do it. ”

After saying this, he got up and left the side room.

There was silence in the room.

............ The door creaked and was hurriedly pushed open. Fan Xian went and returned, stood in the wing room again, looked directly at the woman in the painting, and asked abruptly:

"Science?"

"Female doctor?"

Naturally, the girl in the painting could not answer the questions posed by her son many years later, so she was silent. Fan Xian's heart was sour, and he immediately smiled to cover the wetness in his eyes, bowed down sincerely, and said:

"Thank you. ”

And then he really left. The woman in the yellow shirt in the painting did not turn around, but just looked at the scene on the river, silent, with her back to the door behind her, and I don't know how long it would take to reopen.