I don't know how long it took, Fan Xian got up from the snow, his movements seemed very slow, and he didn't seem to have gotten rid of his previous love. The fire stick was very well protected, and it took me a lot of genius to put the three parts back together, and I found that all the parts were very good, even the optical sight was perfect. Fan Xian only felt at this time what a stupid act he was to kick the box twice.

He is a military blind, so it took many days just to familiarize himself with the weapon in his hand, and after the actual training, he found that there is always a big gap between the original ideal and the reality, and when you find that the sun shines into the dream, you suddenly understand that the dream is fake.

How to measure the range, how to aim, how to ensure smooth operation, are not the knowledge that people in this world can know, Fan Xian has no teacher, he can only slowly explore by himself, and the farther the aiming distance, the less easy it is to hit the target, and about calculating the influence of wind difference and ranging, this is even more difficult to problem.

Fortunately, many of his qualities make up for these deficiencies. First of all, he is very calm, there is a calmness similar to Wuzhu, secondly, he is very steady, and the nameless domineering true qi keeps his body in a very balanced state; and most importantly, he is very patient, very patient, very patient of a hunter, thanks to the encounter in the previous life and the "nap" in the next life, as long as the energy in the body can keep up, Fan Xian believes that he can lurk in one place all day without moving.

After getting up from the snow, he felt that his body was a little frozen, so he slowly urged the true qi in his body, eased his slightly numb limbs, and then looked at Wuzhu who was standing like a flagpole beside him, and shook his head: "If the opponent is Yan Xiaoyi, I can't guarantee that he won't be killed with an arrow before hitting him." ”

Wuzhu said indifferently: "You don't need to use this. ”

Fan Xian didn't quite understand what he meant, so he sat down with a sniper and frowned: "Actually, I know that my own strength is between the eighth grade and the ninth grade, and my uncle has been hiding it from me before, because he doesn't want me to be big." But in the future, if you want to deal with those masters of the nine grades, it will always be better if you have some weapons in your hands that others don't know. ”

Wuzhu said: "In my opinion, you still only have the level of seven grades. ”

Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "Then I can still kill Cheng Jushu, and I can also fight against Gong Dian." ”

Wuzhu Muran said: "The palace has eight grades, and Cheng Jushu only has seven grades at most, maybe ...... In the past ten years in Shanzhou, the martial arts cultivation of the entire world has declined. ”

............ Fan Xian frowned, slapped the snow under his buttocks, although he didn't say anything, but listening to this sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, as for where the strangeness was, he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, shook his head and said: "I need to make myself stronger, otherwise I can't protect the people around me, Wan'er and the royal family and the eldest princess, what about Ruoruo? Don't forget, she is actually a poor child without a mother." ”

Wuzhu was silent.

Fan Xian smiled slightly, at this time, the moon reflected the snow mountain, and the night was slightly clear, and his face looked more and more beautiful and dust-free. He watched a few snow seeds fall on the black cloth covered by Wuzhu's eyes, and somehow his heart moved, and he made a move that he didn't dare to do since he was a child.

He took a step forward and carefully stretched out his hand, trying to pick up the snowflakes of the black cloth on Uncle Wuzhu's eyes, and his movements were very gentle.

Wuzhu took a step back, and the time taken by this step back was all good, so that Fan Xian's right hand stayed in the air a little awkwardly, about half a foot away from Wuzhu's face.

"Let's go back. Gotake took the sniper rifle from his hand, turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at the place where he disappeared, and a faint sadness surged in his heart, such a peerless powerhouse who had lost his memory only had a very small past, so what would his future look like?

―――――――――――――――――――――――――― the mountains don't know the years, Fan Xian gets up early in the morning with extreme self-discipline every day to practice martial arts, and at night he will also take some time to learn the skills of the night walker in this mountain with Uncle Wuzhu.

In the middle, Ye Ling'er and the county lord of Roujia also came to live for a while, and several young ladies from noble families inevitably held a small poetry meeting, and the girl Roujia seemed to get rid of the sadness of Fan Xian's wedding, but she just flashed the pair of eyes that were as tender as water and not as good as twelve, begging the Fan family brother to write a few poems to listen, how could Fan Xian be fooled like this, and escaped under the pretext of going up the mountain to beat the tigress.

In his opinion, Lin Wan'er can be found on the card table, just like a peerless swordsman finding a master who can be his enemy, as the so-called, life is as lonely as snow...... Of course, the three Fan Xian brothers and sisters gathered in the manor, as a young master, he would not forget his wife's brother, who had already sent Fuji Zijing after recovering from his injury to take Dabao over, and there was Wang Qinian's group secretly escorting him along the way, so there should be no problems.

After eating at noon that day, Fan Xian asked his subordinates to put on the carriage, and Lin Wan'er and the two of them went down to ten miles down the mountain to meet Dabao. It didn't take long for the convoy to arrive. When the convoy stopped, Fuji Zijing hurriedly stepped forward to greet Fan Xian and the county lord Shao nǎinǎi, Lin Wan'er knew that this person was Fan Xian's first cronie after entering Beijing, so he also dealt with it gently, but his heart had already drifted to the carriage.

"A little leisure. ”

Needless to say, as soon as you hear this title, you know that Dabao got out of the car. Fan Xian smiled bitterly, hugged his fists, and then went up to meet his brother-in-law, who had not seen him for several months and was still bloated. Dabao looked at the surrounding mountain scenery with some curiosity, opened his mouth wide and smirked: "The snow in the capital is much smaller." ”

There is a lot of snow in Cangshan, and there is a lot of accumulation on the road. Lin Wan'er looked at the snow chips on her brother's hair, stepped forward distressedly, wiped it off for him, put the fox fur she had prepared on him, and complained: "Father is too, I know that it is cold on the mountain, and I don't know how many more to prepare." ”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, thinking that the prime minister was a man after all, and there were few women in the Lin Mansion now, even if he loved Dabao no matter how much he cared for it, it would be impossible to cover everything. He then turned his head and asked Fujikokyo, "Nothing happened on the way, right?"

"Nope. Fuji Zijing replied calmly: "It was the intersection before entering the mountain, and another carriage that came to spend the winter grabbed the road, and the other party saw the carriage of the Xiangfu where we were sitting, so he let it." ”

Enjoying the snow scenery in Cangshan and avoiding the midsummer is the favorite thing of the nobles in Kyoto, and there are soldiers in some places to guard the place where you enter the mountain. This is just a trivial matter, Fan Xian didn't take it to heart, and after a little bit of noise, he prepared to go up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he heard the sound of horses' hooves from behind, and after a while, a group of carriages drove up violently, and this was the fork, so it suddenly became very crowded, and it was difficult to go up.

"That's them. Fuji Zijing was a little embarrassed and said, "Young master, I didn't say it, because I didn't want you to be angry." ”

The housekeepers in the carriage saw that they were stuck here, and they started scolding. Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked over, only to know that it was the carriage of Guo You's house, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and couldn't help but smile slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

They didn't react here, but they understood it over there, it turned out that they had robbed the Xiangfu carriage once at the bottom of the mountain, and Guo Fu didn't dare to compete with the Xiangfu no matter what, so the arrogance suddenly disappeared a lot.

"Xiangfu's car, you can't always stop at the intersection and don't let people go, we've already let it go once, can't you hurry up?" came from the Guo family's carriage a voice that made Fan Xian a little familiar.

Immediately afterwards, a noble boy got out of the carriage, pointed at Fuji Zijing and his party and shouted: "Why don't you hurry up and get out of the way?" Lin Xiang is still in Beijing, and you people don't know what to do in Cangshan. ”

"Brother Guo?" Fan Xian was overjoyed and said hello to that side.

Guo Baokun listened to someone shouting about himself, and he looked very kind, thinking that he had met an acquaintance, and turned around with a smile on his face, but when he saw it, it was Fan Xian, who played black boxing, and the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he couldn't put it down for a while, looking extremely embarrassed. There was even more nervousness in his eyes, with a sense of fear, who is this? This is Fan Xian...... Poetry meeting once, Kyoto Prefecture Yamen once, palace once, I offended the other party miserably, and the other party is now in the capital is a mixed wind and water, I want to harm the other party once, but the other party will jump up because of this incident. And the other party is now married to that girl, and the pomp and circumstance at the time of the wedding let Guo Baokun know that he has poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and he just begs not to bump into the other party in the future, who knew that it would be so coincidental today!

Fan Xian looked at his appearance, admired in his heart, and thought to himself that this person was so bad luck that everyone and God mourned, why did he meet him again?

――――――――――――――――――――――――― watched the carriage of Guofu gallop down the mountain like a dozen rabbits, Fan Xian rubbed his wrist. Lin Wan'er walked over and said in a low voice: "What are you doing to drive others down the mountain for no reason?" Although he is only a palace compiler, after all, he is a close minister of the prince's brother, and there will always be a person who will enter the cabinet in the future. What's more, this Cangshan is not a fan...... If others know about our family, we must not be said to be too domineering. ”

"I didn't drive him down. Hearing his wife's quick turn, a strange smile appeared on Fan Xianqing's beautiful face: "I just said that I went to him for tea in the middle of the night, and who knew that he would run away." ”

Lin Wan'er couldn't help laughing when she heard him say so gently: "You, who in Kyoto doesn't know that you are a black boxer, go to him in the middle of the night, Guo Baokun has a ghost in his heart, so he naturally wants to escape, he is not as famous as you now, his fist is not as big as yours, what else can he do besides running?"

Fan Xian smiled: "I also sympathize with him." ”

Chapter 49 Fuji Zijing brought another letter over, in the letter, Si Nanbo Fan Jian looked a little worried, it seemed that something had happened in the court that made him a little worried, but literally, this matter had nothing to do with the eldest princess's side. Fan Xian frowned and thought to himself, what could it be? When he opened Wang Qinian's letter, the contents of the two pieces of paper were compared with each other, and the matter became obvious.

"Doing business and running government affairs, now it is hospital affairs, how long will this process take?" Fan Xian looked at the dark snow outside the window, smiled wryly and shook his head.

He knew that the task of sending an envoy to Northern Qi would eventually fall on his head as the deputy envoy for reception. On the one hand, he was drunk and sprinkled in the palace that time, and the edge was too sharp, even if he hid in Cangshan, it was not enough to calm the lake.

Second, Chen Pingping, who had never met her, was a close comrade-in-arms of her mother back then, and it was obvious that she wanted to let herself take over the class of the Supervision Institute, which was also proved by Teacher Fei Jie. And if you want to take over the class of the Supervision Yuan, this difficulty is even greater than being the prime minister. You can't just because of your family background and a little fame that you can deter thousands of dark agents in the hospital.

The Supervision Yuan is not an ordinary six-department yamen, and people who are incapable can only mix for a while, and they can't control the Emperor, and the Supervision Yuan, as the most relied on secret agency of the emperor, needs stability the most. So Chen Pingping handed over this task to herself, if she can successfully save Yan Bingyun back, then she can gain Yan Ruohai's favor in one fell swoop, and after that Yan Gongzi returns to Beijing, he will definitely take the position immediately, plus Fei Jie and Chen Pingping's secret arrangement, he can get the support of at least half of the leaders.

The problem is that his father, Fan Jian, seems to just want to accept Neku in peace and be a rich man.

How to choose between the two, Fan Xian knew that he didn't have much right to speak, it depended on what the emperor thought of it. Thinking of that majesty, Fan Xian's eyebrows furrowed more and more, if he really gradually took over the Supervision Yuan, it seemed that he could only prove some of his terrifying conjectures.

The envoy to Northern Qi was an opportunity to gild, but Fan Xian knew that if he was just brass, no matter how he plated, it would not be able to turn into gold. Although at this time, he still didn't know the most dangerous part of the Supervision Yuan's plan, he could also guess that this trip to the north would be very unusual.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were blowing, and at the end of the long corridor, there was a faint sound of laughter and a fiery red light. In this snowy night, it is extremely warm.

Fan Xian put the two letters in the palm of his hand, kneaded them into powder without changing his face, opened the window and threw them on the snow, and the end was mixed with the powder snow, and he couldn't find it anymore, and the night wind outside also blew in, making his face cold.

The candles in the room became brighter when they dimmed.

"Close the window, freeze to death. Wan'er, who got out of bed early, stretched out half of her face pitifully from the quilt, her mouth and nose were hidden under the warm quilt, and she looked at Fan Xian with a pair of talking eyes: "Go to sleep, let them go crazy, my brother is very well-behaved, don't worry." ”

Fan Xian smiled and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, naturally put his hand into the quilt, gently stroked his wife's plump breasts, but said the next thing in his mouth: "Dabao is naturally well-behaved, but you have to know that our good brother, no matter what, maybe tomorrow you will take Dabao to the mountains to catch bears." ”

It's been a long time since the wedding, but Lin Wan'er still hasn't adapted to the wolf hand that her father-in-law stretched out anytime and anywhere, her face was flushed, her eyes seemed to be dripping with water, she grabbed the thief's hand on her chest with her backhand, and said, "I'm not honest again." ”

"The lady called me to sleep, how dare I be honest?" Fan Xian smiled, slapped his backhand, and the bright candle was suddenly extinguished, leaving only a quiet room and a couple. After a while of the sound of Suosuo undressing, Fan took off only a single coat and put it into the quilt, Lin Wan'er was soaked by the coldness on his body, couldn't help but tremble, and said: "I go to bed so late every night, and I don't know what to do at the table?"

"Is this a grudge?" Fan Xian laughed at this little wife, Wan'er is not yet sixteen this year, in her previous life, she was still a little girl who was treasured by her parents, but now she has become her own wife, begging for joy every night, I don't know if she can't help but stand it, while thinking, the palm of her hand can't help but rub it on Wan'er's soft chest, through the slippery silk single clothes, this kind of rich and smooth touch makes him feel extremely beautiful.

Lin Wan'er hummed softly, and the whole person leaned on his arms.

Fan Xian lowered his head and pouted at her fleshy lips, the bodies of the two people slowly rubbed, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, and the bodies of both were slightly hot.

............ The clouds disperse, the rain stops, the fog disappears, and the flowers bloom and eventually merge.

The wind and snow outside the window are still there, and the quilt is as warm as chūn. The sleepy and weak Wan'er shyly lowered her head into Fan Xian's arms, Fan Xian looked at his wife distressedly, and couldn't help but gently touch Wan'er's lips with her fingers, and somehow thought of the chicken leg in the Qing Temple.

"You...... You...... Your hands are not clean. Wan'er turned her head away in shame and anger.

Fan Xian smiled softly: "Where is it not clean again? ”

Lin Wan'er was afraid that her husband would say something more embarrassing, so she quickly changed the subject: "Do you want to go to Northern Qi or not?"

Fan Xian hugged her tighter and asked, "Are you willing to live with me for the rest of your life?"

"Huh?" Wan'er couldn't see Wan'er's expression in the dark, but she must have been very nervous about why the husband asked such a sentence, how can there be a reason to turn back halfway if you marry and obey your husband in this world, and said angrily and anxiously: "Why did Xianggong ask like this." ”

Fan Xian knew that he had asked something inappropriate, and explained with a wry smile: "Just asked casually." In fact, after all, he still has some habits from his previous life, although he worshiped heaven and earth with Wan'er and drank the same cup, but he always wanted to hear something from the mouth of this cute girl.

"Ask casually?" Lin Wan'er was half-convinced, and said weakly: "Xianggong is thinking about Miss Sisi." ”

This said that Fan Xian remembered Sisi, who had been deliberately left in the Fan Mansion in Kyoto, Fujiko Jing said that she was doing well in Beijing, but nǎinǎi was so foolish, she always had to solve it.

He comforted Wan'er and said: "How can you think about this, it's just that the two of us are going to be in one place for a lifetime, of course, we have to plan for a long time, you don't know, your mother has always looked at me unpleasantly." ”

These words are fresh and interesting, and a few words that have been mixed up for a lifetime fell into Wan'er's ears, which made her heart warm and very satisfied, and she responded quietly: "What other ways do I have to marry my husband." ”

"That's it. In the dark, Fan Xian smiled slightly, the lines at the corners of his lips were very gentle, and he said softly: "The nobles in Beijing are playing a big table of mahjong, I don't know if I can win the cards." ”

Wan'er smiled and responded: "I am not as good as you in this kind of thing as black boxing." Playing cards is such a thing, you are not as good as me. This is the sentence that Fan Xian provoked Zhuang Mohan to vomit blood in front of the palace, and it has already spread throughout Kyoto.

............ Outside the window, the wind and snow were urgent, and Fan Ruoruo, who couldn't sleep, held an umbrella, looked into the distance in the dark night, and carefully kept a distance from the edge of the stone floor. With a smile on her face, her heart was a little empty, her most admired brother had already gotten married, where was her future?

Snowflakes fell on the umbrella and hit her heart.

Wuzhu, who was covered with the eternal black cloth, came behind her quietly, and without a trace of affection, the voice sounded in Fan Ruoruo's ears: "Can you keep it a secret?"

―――――――――――――――――――――――― the second morning, Fan Xian came back from practice, and was somewhat surprised to find that Dabao was surrounded by a fox skin, looking at the cliff below the manor with a satisfied face. Fan Xian was worried that he accidentally stumbled and fell off Qingping, so he hurriedly walked over and asked softly, "Dabao, what are you looking at?"

Dabao grinned stupidly and pointed to him: "Xiao Xianxian, there is a big white bird there." ”

In the mountains in the distance, there is a faint white mist rising, there are several black-necked and black-tailed white cranes are bending their necks there to feed, suddenly raising their heads and singing, crisp to the extreme, but continuous, in the call of the white cranes spread their wings and dance, very beautiful.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, thinking to himself in this cold winter weather, how could he still see the crane staying on the Cangshan Mountain, could there be a hot spring there?

"Dabao, do you like those birds?"

"I don't like it. ”

Fan Xian was a little surprised, and asked with a smile, "Why?

Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, "Lao Jump is too tired, Dabao looks panicked." ”

Fan Xian laughed and patted his brother-in-law's thick shoulder, I don't know why, after entering Kyoto, the three conversations with Dabao made him feel the most relaxed, maybe because the other party really looked like a child, so he didn't need to worry about anything, right?

Although the crane dance is beautiful, it is indeed too tiring.

"Dabao, how are you playing these days?"

There was a hint of confusion between Dabao's broad eyebrows, as if he didn't know how to answer this question, but he still tried hard to answer it clearly, and said with a sigh...... Endure...... Okay, play mahjong...... The little fat man lost his temper and was quite ...... Playful. ”

Fan Xian smiled, looking at the thick snow forest below the bluestone flat, the fog in the distance, and the white crane in the fog, speechless for a long time.