Fan Xian held the scroll of poetry in his hand, and didn't know how to speak for a while, he met with Zhuang Mohan the night before, but he didn't expect it to be the last one, although he had found that Zhuang Mohan's spirit was not as good as last year, but he never imagined that this generation of literary leaders would say goodbye to the world so abruptly.

Zhuang Mohan's last words were to hand over the results of his last work in his life to Fan Xian, and the hidden meaning was not simple.

At this time, the officials who saw off outside the capital gradually learned of this amazing news, and a smell of sorrow began to permeate the official road, and more Northern Qi officials set their eyes on Fan Xian, with vigilance, resentment, and a hint of suspicion.

Fan Xian understood what the Northern Qi people were thinking in their hearts, Zhuang Mohan's only stain in his life was dyed by his own hands, but at this time, Si Ren had passed away, and his heart was also a little gloomy, and he subconsciously filtered out all those complicated eyes.

While he was thinking about it, the carriage at the gate of the city finally drove very hard, and came to the rear of the convoy of the mission under the attention of the officials. The housekeeper who came to report the news in front of the head led Fan Xian to the carriage, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Fan, the master has left a will, please Mr. bring this cart back to the south and keep it alive." ”

Everyone hadn't woken up from Zhuang Mohan's death yet, so they looked at this scene, and while they were sad, they couldn't help but be a little curious, when Zhuang Mohan was dying, he still remembered what he wanted to hand over to Fan Xian.

That's when the sun is shining. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and lifted the thick curtain of the carriage, but he still couldn't stop shaking his eyes at the objects inside.

There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. There are thousands of bells in the book.

Although there are no beauty jewels in the carriage, it still makes Fan Xian a little surprised and moved, this is a whole carriage of books, I think it is Zhuang Mohan's collection in this life, with the status of the old man, you don't need to go over, you can guess that it is some extremely rare rare books.

The dealer respectfully handed over a booklet on the side and said, "Master Fan, this is a bibliography compiled by the master himself, followed by the precautions for preserving the book." ”

Fan Xian sighed. I lowered the curtain, picked up the book, and looked at it carefully, the current era. Printing has come a long way, but printing books is still a great thing, let alone such a whole carriage. Thinking of the old man's gift of books, his heart couldn't help but feel a little moved, and at this time he heard the family member say sadly: "The master gave the adult books." I hope that adults will have a good life and preserve. ”

Fan Xian knew that this sentence was said by the family member on his own, but he bowed very sincerely and said solemnly: "Please rest assured that this brother Tai." Even if I die, these books will continue to be passed down in this world. ”

At this time, the officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty around had already gathered around, and saw clearly that the carriage was stacked with books, these officials were all people who came out of the field, how could they not know the preciousness of this cart full of books, and the officials did not expect that when the Zhuang family was dying, they would hand over these precious books that they had studied all their lives to the officials of the Southern Dynasty, and they couldn't help but be surprised, and there was some faint jealousy.

Taifu understood the meaning of his teacher's move. I couldn't help but sigh softly.

The gift of books is just an appearance, Zhuang Mohan is even more with this Chun move to show his attitude, this is not just a simple gift, but also a symbolic inheritance, no matter how proud the Northern Qi Wenchen is, from now on, it is impossible to ignore the existence of Fan Xian, and Fan Xian's status in the minds of the world's scholars, and finally have some kind of ritual recognition.

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Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at Taifu, and said very sincerely: "It is reasonable, I should go back to the city to worship at this time to feel at ease." ”

Taifu still had unconcealed sadness in his eyes, he was full of thoughts about going back to the city to knock on the spirit at this time, but he didn't have time to think about it, and Fan Xian offered to worship, which also made him feel a little comforted, so he agreed to this invitation. Unexpectedly, at this time, Wei Hua, the young secretary of Honglu Temple, came to the side of the two, and after a salute, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. passed away, and the world is sad, but Lord Taifu, Lord Fan, the mission schedule has been set, the honor guard has risen, and it is categorically impossible to return to the city." ”

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian raised his eyes to look at the blue-gray city of Shangjing, and seemed to be able to see some light purple light wafting in the sky above. He straightened his clothes, bent deeply in the direction of the city, bowed to the end, and made a salute to the outer disciple.

Taifu was slightly shocked, knowing that Fan Xian's disciple ceremony was enough to rest from last year's turmoil, and he set the monument of everyone in Zhuang with respect, and felt a little comforted in his heart, and returned a salute on the side.

The salute sounded, but I didn't know whether it was a send-off or a summoning spirit, shredded paper flew all over the sky, and the slightly pungent smell of smoke dissipated without a trace in a moment's effort, just like the impermanence of this world.

The convoy of the mission moved slowly, along the official road to the west, the Northern Qi ministers at the rear of the convoy watched the convoy of the Southern Dynasty leave, and watched the heavy book-carrying car also leave, and couldn't help but sigh in unison, and then sorted out their clothes, returned to the house with a sad face to change clothes, and rushed to the Zhuang family's mansion, thinking that at this time the Queen Mother and His Majesty had arrived, and no one dared to slack off, and the Taifu and several scholars taught by Zhuang Mohan were already crying and almost fainted.

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The convoy continued to move forward, when the majestic city wall of the capital gradually disappeared in the green mountains and dense forests, it came to the first post station outside the capital, according to the rules, the return of the embassy and the gift group to send relatives a large number of people, to settle here for the night, and then continue to move forward tomorrow. Fan Xian slowly got off the horse and walked forward, and when he passed by the book-loaded carriage, he couldn't help but glance sideways, but he couldn't resist the desire to go up.

He walked up to the ornate carriage, painted with gold paint and painted red, bowed, and asked very respectfully, "We have arrived at the station." Please rest Your Highness the Princess. ”

I don't know

After a long time, a faint voice came from the carriage: ......... Please take care of yourself, Hongu wants to sit alone for a while. ”

This was the first time Fan Xian had heard the voice of the eldest princess, and he was a little hoarse when he heard it. I couldn't help but feel a little strange, and then I saw the curtain of the carriage lifted, and a palace maid came down with red eyes, walked to his side and whispered: "Your Highness is a little uncomfortable, Lord Fan, please wait." ”

Fan Xian asked with concern: "Your Highness's daughter's body, it is naturally unbearable to travel long distances, and it is also necessary to rest more." ”

The palace maid glanced at the delicate face of this Southern Dynasty lord, and somehow developed an inexplicable sense of trust in him, and said softly: "The princess used to be educated by the Zhuang family, and today I got this news. So it's a little sad. ”

Fan Xian then understood, and his gaze in the carriage couldn't help but bring a trace of sympathy, this princess didn't seem to be an arrogant person. I can't stop crying because of my teacher's kindness, but Zhuang Mohan died in the city, and the princess was in the car, so she couldn't go to worship and was in the emperor's house. Sure enough, it's a very sad thing.

He sighed, wondering if he thought of his life experience, and asked the palace maid a few words. He also summoned the Tiger Guard and the backbone members of the mission, arranged the current matters, and then walked into the post station alone.

The post station knew that the team and the mission were going to pass through here, and they had already taken care of it very cleanly, and all kinds of utensils were done in accordance with the rules of the palace.

A moment later. Most of the people had already entered the post station, and the officials temporarily sent by the Ministry of Rites were very busy, so naturally no one noticed where Fan Xiandi went.

Outside the post station, there were two carriages that did not get down, one was driven by the eldest princess, everyone knew that His Royal Highness was sad, so he naturally did not dare to disturb. As for the officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty, in the other carriage, it was the handsome demon outside, who would not pay attention to it, only Fan Xian specially left the Tiger Guard and the officials of the Supervision Yuan to guard around the two carriages very vigilantly.

The curtain of the latter carriage was lifted a small corner, and a hand that looked extremely white and cold beckoned, and the official of the Supervision Yuan next to the car immediately walked over, attached to the corner of the curtain and asked in a low voice: "Lord Yan, what are your orders?" ”

In the corner of the car curtain, Yan Bingyun's handsome but extremely cold face appeared, and he only heard him whisper: "Where did the adults go?"

The only person who can make him call an adult is Fan Xian alone in the mission. The official of the Supervision Yuan glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "My subordinates don't know. ”

Yan Bingyun frowned, it seemed that there was something difficult to speak, and after hesitating for a while, he finally said softly: "Along the way, is there a woman who likes to wear a light plain shirt to follow the team? ”

The official of the Supervision Yuan shook his head, Yan Bingyun had no expression on his face, lowered the curtain, and confirmed that Miss Shen did not take the risk to come to see him, and his mood became a little lighter, but he didn't know why, after being relaxed, he was a little gloomy.

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Outside the sorghum ground, there is a lonely pavilion, next to the pavilion is an ancient road that has long been abandoned for many years, and a carriage is parked on the ancient road, and two girls stand in the park.

A gust of wind passed, and the sorghum ground was slightly chaotic, Fan Xian walked out of it, slowly stepped into the pavilion, looked at the plump girl's house with soft eyes, and said softly: "I didn't expect that after entering Beijing, when I could really speak, I was already leaving." ”

Si Lili looked at him slightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "I've seen adults." ”

Fan Xian didn't continue to speak, just glanced at the begonia next to him. Begonia smiled, put her hands into her pockets, and the ground under the pavilion was a little cracked under her toes, and the whole person had already floated away, leaving the pavilion to this strange man and woman.

As soon as Haitang came out of the small pavilion, the softness on Fan Xian's face suddenly dissipated, he looked at the manager and said: "After entering the palace, everything must be careful, the queen mother is not a simple role, you want to hide from her, it is not so easy." ”

The manager glanced at him, and there was gradually a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and he said softly: "Just ask me to be careful, there is nothing else to say?"

Fan Xian smiled, but did not step forward to hug her weak shoulder, and said, "Since you insist on staying in Northern Qi." Why do you want to soften my mind now, or do you women take pleasure in teasing our dirty minds?"

Si Lili smiled faintly, not at all like the weak appearance in front of Haitang, and said: "Isn't this the case for adults? Although the little woman insisted on staying in Northern Qi, you preemptively said so." Are you afraid that I will ask you to take me back to Kyoto?"

A hint of banter flashed in Fan Xian's pupils, and he said, "The girl may be the master of the harem of the Northern Qi Dynasty in the future, why bother to mess around with people like me." ”

The manager also laughed: "It's good to have a place in the palace, where do you dare to expect so much." ”

Fan Xian shook his head, and suddenly said, "Lili, you are a little different from other women in this world. ”

The manager sighed, and then responded calmly: "Maybe it's because Li Li has traveled all over the world since he was a child, and has been to many places, and he is always more presumptuous than those women who only stay in the house all day long embroidering and composing poems." ”

Fan Xian was silent. Knowing that what she said does make sense, in today's world, ordinary women only sit at home. Few people will have such an experience as a manager and have such a degree of freedom as Begonia. He turned his head to look in the direction where Begonia disappeared, and said in a somewhat serious tone: "I believe in your ability, but I still have to warn you not to underestimate those characters who seem to be old and mediocre." ”

The atmosphere in the pavilion seemed a little stagnant. After a long time, the manager was deeply blessed and lowered his head. A few green silks danced softly in the wind, and said softly: "Maybe the adults don't believe it, but Eri does like to talk to the adults in one place, just like in the carriage when he came." ”

Fan Xian looked at her, not knowing how much this woman spoke

Fractions are true, fractions are false.

Si Lili smiled slightly, and his beautiful face looked extremely charming: "My lord, Lili is very grateful for you detoxifying me on the way, this sentence...... It's true. ”

"I'm not Chen Pingping. Fan Xian said: "I believe that even if it is entangled in interests. It can also be achieved in a more gentle way, and I don't want the emperor of Northern Qi to be poisoned because of you...... Of course, now it seems that Chen Pingping's strategy has no hope of success from the beginning. ”

The manager's cheeks were slightly red, knowing that the man in front of him who was closest to him had guessed something.

Fan Xian continued to say softly: "The girl will live in the palace in the future, and her status will be respected, and no matter how long the hands and feet of the Supervision Yuan are, she will not be able to control you, so whether the agreement between you and me is valid depends on your and my intentions." ”

The manager said seriously: "Please rest assured. ”

Fan Xian looked at the beautiful girl's eyebrows, suddenly felt a little dazed, and only said after calming down a little: "You are waiting for news in the north, pay attention to safety, I estimate that it will not be long before someone will help you avenge your family's revenge." ”

Manager Huo Ran raised his head and looked at Fan Xian in disbelief. Fan Xian ignored the surprise in her eyes, took a note from his sleeve and gave it to her, and said, "Contact me through this person, and destroy it after remembering it." ”

Fan Xian suddenly smiled and said, "I can allow you to give up the agreement between us, but I will not accept you betraying me." This contact is a single line, and even if you sell him to Northern Qi, it will be useless, so you'd better not risk it. ”

Seeing the strange sweet smile of this young adult, Si Lili was slightly frightened, and for some reason he was a little scared, so he quickly nodded.

"Also, if ......" Fan Xian was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "If there is a day when you don't want to stay in the Northern Qi Palace, notify me, and I will deal with this matter." ”

"Thank you, sir. The manager bowed her head weakly and thanked her, and this thank you finally showed a trace of sincerity and reluctance, because she knew that after this thanks, she was about to leave, and said with a slight gloomy color: "This farewell, I don't know when I can see you again, every time I think about this, I can't help but break my liver and intestines." ”

After saying this, Si Lili resolutely turned around and left the pavilion, leaving only Fan Xian, who was deeply frowning in the back, still thinking about the hidden meaning of the four words.

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Watching the carriage gradually leave along the ancient road in the abandoned land, Fan Xian had no expression on his face, but deep down he sighed, and then hit the pillar of the pavilion with a punch, making a snapping sound. The pavilion had been in disrepair for a long time, and it was already crumbling, and at this time he was punched by Fan Xian. It's even more gurgling.

A figure floated down from the pavilion, wasn't it Begonia or who? The Begonia girl landed lightly beside Fan Xian, and said with a wry smile: "Duoduo didn't overhear anything. ”

"If you're eavesdropping. Fan Xian said: "I will become mute." ”

Haitang smiled and said, "Master Fan is leaving Daqi now, and I don't know when we will be able to meet." ”

Fan Xian thought of his sister at home in Kyoto. I couldn't help but sigh and said, "I don't think it will take long...... Where has your famous teacher gone?" he suddenly changed the subject, "It's a pity that I came to Northern Qi once, but I didn't visit this great grandmaster. ”

After thinking about it, Haitang decided not to hide this matter, and said softly: "Three days before the Southern Dynasty mission entered Beijing, the teacher received a piece of wood and left the capital, and no one knew where he went, including the Queen Mother and me. ”

"In these days in Shangjing. You've helped me hide a lot of things. Fan Xian's eyes looked at the lonely tree in the wilderness at the end of the ancient road, "I really want to thank you for this, so...... On the issue of goods in the north. At present, I am talking to the Marquis of Changning and Shen Chong, if your Majesty the Emperor needs to borrow money from me, you must solve Shen Chong, this person seems to be ordinary, but in fact he is a very powerful person. ”

Haitang was silent for a long time and then said, "This is the secret between you and me. ”

Fan Xian looked at her incomparably bright eyes. Said word by word: "In this world, except for my eldest brother, I really rarely see pure fools. How many people do you think we can hide the secret between us? Duoduo, you have helped me a lot openly and secretly during this trip to Northern Qi, don't think that your senior brother will not find out. ”

Begonia frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Fan Xian smiled and said: "What I want to say is that since you and the emperor are ready to get rid of the shadow of the queen mother, then you can't just count on the battles in the palace, and you can't just count on how much money I, an outsider, provide, after all, Northern Qi is a big country in the world, if you want to control it all." Without a few years of hard work, it can't be done. ”

Haitang curled the corners of her lips and smiled: "I think Master Fan may have misunderstood something." ”

"Oh?" Fan Xian smiled, "What are you worried about?"

Begonia seemed to be talking about another topic: "I am a good student who respects teachers. ”

Fan Xian suddenly spoke: "Zhuang Mohan is dead. ”

Zhuang Mo Han's protégés are all over the world, extremely respected by the world, except for last year's Chun incident, the moral article is not faulty, even Haitang is also very respectful of this old man, but she has been waiting for the mission in the suburbs of Beijing today, so she does not know the news of the old man's death, at this time hearing the news, his face can't help but show a trace of shock and a little sadness, I don't know how to speak.

For a while, there was a little more bleak feeling in the empty space from the pavilion.

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After a long time, it was Fan Xian who broke the silence: "Sean is dead, Zhuang Mohan is dead, the big people of the year will gradually grow old and die gradually, even if you are a good student who respects the teacher, but I think you should be prepared for that day." ”

Begonia stared into his eyes: "The adults seem to be hinting at something." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I can understand very well, young people want to be the masters of their own country. ”

Haitang smiled, and slightly dispelled the gloom after hearing the news of the death of everyone in Zhuang: "Why."

Why do so many dark things become so bright at once you explain them?"

"For the night has given us black eyes, but I will use them to find the light. ”

Haitang tilted his head slightly and said, "It's so ruthless that you mean that you want to use it...... Roll your eyes at the world. ”

"This world?" Fan Xian said, "This world is theirs and ours, but in the final analysis...... It's ours. ”

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The thick clouds in the sky floated over, covering the whole of the sun behind it, but the sun was so strong that even so, it could not hide the bright red light that came out from the edge of the clouds, like a fairy who had embroidered a gold border with her skillful hand. A gust of wind blew from the plain, passing through the ancient road on the ground, the pavilion.

Fan Xian looked at Haitang and said, "Duoduo, thank you for your help these days." ”

Haitang finally took her hands out of the big pockets of her coarse cloth clothes, and was a little jerky to learn from the ordinary girl's family: "Lord Fan is polite." ”

Under the pavilion, Fan Xian honestly and unceremoniously took a step forward, took her into his arms and hugged her, for some reason, with Haitang's extremely high cultivation, he did not escape his embrace. As soon as he hugged it, he showed a sincere smile on his face: "To be honest, if you and I can really be friends, it's a good thing to think about." ”

Haitang gently brushed the green silk on the corner of his forehead, and his usual face was not half embarrassed and uneasy because of the previous extremely intimate hug action, and said with a smile: "Each other." ”

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Haitang stood under the dilapidated pavilion, by the ancient road, watching Fan Xian's figure disappear into the distance, and couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, recalling this period of time in the capital, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, thinking that this son of the Southern Dynasty is really a very interesting and extremely keen character, thinking that after he returns to Qingguo, there will be some very subtle changes in the world in the south.

She sighed, and waved away the sad emotions in her mind because of Zhuang Mohan's death, and then remembered that she had forgotten one thing after all?? Does the Begonia Poetry Society in the Stone Book have anything to do with herself? She subconsciously reached out to tie the flower cloth towel on top of her head, but found that it was empty. She reacted immediately, and couldn't help but feel a slight heat on her face, and then she knew that no matter how well she covered it up, she was still a little nervous when she hugged her before, and she didn't even notice that the thief had stolen her flower turban.

Fan Xian was walking through the sorghum field higher than the top of the person at this time, occasionally the branches were broken, and there was a happy and innocent smile on his face, the trip to the Northern Qi Dynasty finally had a relatively successful result, and he met some interesting characters after being reborn, such as Yan Bingyun's piece of ice, such as Begonia, a seemingly cheesy but light flower, except for some conflicts of interest and differences in concepts, he likes to talk to Begonia.

?? The emperor also wants to give birth to a son, the bitter lotus also has to eat meat, Chen Cripple also has to go to the thatched house, and Fan Xian also has to have friends.

He took the piece of flower cloth in his hand into his arms, pushed away the plant in front of him, looked at the faint green smoke coming from the distant post station, and hummed softly: "Lose it, lose it, lose it......