Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at the scene just now, although these two women both knew that Fan Xian had killed an eight-rank master on Niulan Street, but the thrilling scene of rushing down from the cliff before was still completely different from the feeling of the so-called martial arts in their hearts.

Accuracy, calmness, strength, this is the impact of the previous scene on them.

Even Fan Ruoruo, who has always trusted her brother the most and is much calmer than Lin Wan'er, couldn't help but let out a soft exhalation: "Brother, how did you do this?"

Fan Xian walked up from the meadow, looked at the two little girls and couldn't help but shake his head, put his two hands on the top of the two girls' heads, gently rubbed them and said, "It's just that rì often practice." He thought to himself, if you have ever seen the terrifying scene of Wuzhu jumping down from a cliff outside the city of Tangzhou, you will definitely disdain the small scene just now.

Then he frowned and said, "How did you get out early in the morning? ”

Fan Ruoruo glanced at Lin Wan'er and said with a slight smile: "Sister-in-law often wakes up and can't see your people, so she dragged me out to find you, curious about what you look like when you practice every day." ”

Fan Xian looked at his wife, whose face was red from the cold, and reached out to rub the tip of her slightly cool nose. Lin Wan'er was a little uncomfortable with him doing such an affectionate action in front of his sister, and avoided it with a slight shame, her mood was still immersed in the scene she saw before, it turned out that her husband was such a powerful master.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, and said, "Don't think too much, someone has said that I am above level 4 and below level 6." ”

Lin Wan'er glanced at him in disbelief and said, "Growing up in the palace since I was a child, I have seen a lot of those seven or eight grade masters, Xianggong, you are much more powerful than them." ”

"Really?" Fan Xian smiled, and didn't go to his heart, but said with a headache: "Although Teacher Fei Jie's medicine is very useful, but it is windy in the morning in this mountain, you run out like this, what if you catch a cold?" ”

Fan Ruoruo looked at her brother and sister-in-law's affection, and she was also happy in her heart, smiling and watching, without saying a word. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian turned his head and said coldly: "Ruoruo, you too." ”

When she saw that her brother was angry, her eyes were covered with water, and she responded in a low voice: "My sister is wrong, I will definitely ...... in the future" She was going to say that she would take good care of her sister-in-law in the second half of her sentence, but Lin Wan'er was also ready to be anxious to defend her at this time, and she dragged her out by herself.

Fan Xian rubbed her frozen ears and said gently: "Your sister-in-law is not in good health, how can your health be better?

It was only at this time that the two young women knew that he was angry about another thing, thinking that the young man in front of him cared for his wife and was considerate to his sister, Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness.

――――――――――――――――――――――― Fan Xian is actually the happiest person, and the rìzi of Cangshan passes day by day, and it seems that he has forgotten the qiē in Kyoto. Si Nanbo would send someone to send him a secret letter every once in a while, and Wang Qinian would also report to him about the affairs in Kyoto through Guò Fan Xian's own channels.

The wind and waves in Kyoto are calm, and the only big move is that Yan Xiaoyi, the commander of the palace who once shè himself with an arrow, was transferred to the north and served as the governor of the Shence Army in the north, although it was only a horizontal transfer, but it was transferred from the forbidden army to the north, I have to say that it was a reminder from His Majesty to Yan Xiaoyi.

The peace agreement between Qingguo and Northern Qi officially came into effect last month, so the Shence Army in the north is useless, although he is the governor of Zhenbei, but Yan Xiaoyi can't play any role in the current situation, I'm afraid that at this time I will be depressed in my heart.

Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian's letter and frowned slightly, everyone in the world knew that Yan Xiaoyi's sudden rise relied on his strong Jiupinshang force, and on the other hand, it relied on the eldest princess's unsparing help. If the emperor in the deep palace wants to get rid of the eldest princess, he will definitely leave Yan Xiaoyi in Kyoto, so that the Supervision Yuan can monitor nearby, and if it is not enough, Yan Xiaoyi can be promoted to the Privy Council and his rank, but he will be reassigned to a civilian position, and there is no reason to transfer to the north to take charge of the army.

He tapped the table lightly twice, shook his head, and understood in his heart what was going on, it seemed that the emperor still had no inclination to make a move, and this was just a jǐng complaint to another force in the court. It seems that the capital will be much safer, but how can a male monarch who has lived in the imperial throne for more than ten years tolerate the other party to sit safely? If with the power of the emperor, the power of the Supervision Yuan, and the loyalty of the Ye family, the Kyoto garrison, it is very easy to kill the eldest princess and the prince who is hiding in the dark in one fell swoop.

Fan Xian never understood this, he didn't know what this emperor relied on, he could be so bold, he could look at the other party so carelessly, and he didn't bother to make the first move.

But now that he was sure that Kyoto was safe, Fan Xian's mood relaxed, but he also had a little remorse, and it was a choice that he had no choice but to start a leaflet war in Kyoto, because he was not as strong as His Majesty, so he didn't dare to wait, but he helplessly eased the situation.

There was a dispute between himself and the eldest princess, which was nothing, but later the two sides secretly fought several times, and Fan Xian took advantage of it. If His Majesty the Emperor keeps playing this seemingly dangerous game, what should he do?

Killing the eldest princess may seem like a very sensible path, but there are many issues involved. One, can Wuzhu guarantee that after killing the other party, he will not leave any traces? This kind of unscrupulous challenge to the royal dignity, I am afraid that His Majesty will not tolerate it at all. Second, after all, the eldest princess is her wife's mother, if she really dies under her own hands, Lin Wan'er will know about this matter in the future, how will the husband and wife get along? After all, the death of the second brother-in-law has been rooted in Fan Xian's heart like a thorn.

The most important thing is the last point, Fan Xian and Wuzhu are not sure of killing the eldest princess, the other party has returned to the fiefdom of Xinyang, and they don't know how many masters there are, and the gun in their hands ...... Fan Xian didn't dare to use it, he was worried that those nobles in Kyoto would be reminded of the death of the two princes back then, so he thought of the name Ye Qingmei.

Fan Xian glanced out the window, the early snow in Cangshan, and there were faint snowflakes falling from the sky tonight, dressing up the courtyard in the mountains extraordinarily plain. He sighed, burned the letters between his father and Wang Qinian, and then walked out, after that autumn rainy night, he had already made a decision to bury his mother's affairs in his heart until one day, he could really control all the situation.

There was a fire in the hall in the middle of the corridor, warm as chūn, Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo's aunt and sister-in-law were pulling the three singing girls sent from the house to play the horse hanging, and the extra one was helping to plan by the side. Fan Xian smiled and walked in, the three girls hurriedly got up and saluted, and the little girl who was making the bed in the inner room also hurried out to meet the young master.

Fan Xian waved his hand, motioned for them to continue, and then sat down between Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan'er, and said with a smile: "If Si Zhe comes, I guess you will all cry." ”

Lin Wan'er smiled and said, "I fought once in the mansion, but I didn't lose anything." ”

Fan Xian didn't believe it at all, with Fan Sizhe's perverted and stubborn calculation ability, he would not be able to beat his wife. Fan Ruoruo proved with a smile on the side: "Sister-in-law didn't lie, Si Zhe only won two dollars from sister-in-law that night." ”

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, looked at Wan'er and said, "I didn't expect Wan'er to be so powerful." ”

"It's okay in the palace all day long, and those ladies like to play cards. Lin Wan'er smiled and said: "You also know, the women in the palace talk about calculations, one jīng wins the other, and naturally the same is true in the card game, I have lived in the palace for so many years, of course, I have to be more powerful." ”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly: "I see. ”

―――――――――――――――――――――― other people in the courtyard were drinking and chatting in the courtyard, Fan Xian stepped on the bluestone slab and walked out, behind him was the dim light, and the faint sound of mahjong children falling to the ground, the shouts of the girls' families in surprise. He suddenly thought that Stephen Chow seemed to have such a scene in Tang Bohu's autumn fragrance, but Xiao Tang was miserable and he was very happy, this is the difference.

Wan'er and Ruoruo both knew that he would go out every night, but after seeing the scene of his practice that day, they also obediently did not ask again, but just acquiesced to this fact.

Facing the light snow, he stepped on the secret path and went straight into the depths of the bamboo forest, and stopped at the bottom of the cliff next to the plum.

This is the most secluded corner of the Cangshan Mountain, and Fan casually stretched out his hand -- Wuzhu's hand held his hand as if it was stretched out from the sky, and the two hands were staggered and forced, and Fan Xian's body swung up to the single peak. The view here is open, but it is not easy for others to see the people here.

The Cangshan Mountain under the moonlight on a snowy night was very quiet and beautiful, Fan Xian took the cold, swarthy metal object handed over by Wuzhu, lay on the ground, and began to aim at the rocks in the snow.