The lonely standard is bright, elegant and arrogant, and it is the chrysanthemum that the people of the Central Plains love the most. Chrysanthemums are not uncommon, and Fan Xian stayed in the city, is rich in this kind of flowers, chrysanthemum tea is a famous production of Qingguo, these years Kyoto Fan Mansion has to buy a lot of Beijing on the side of the ancestors.

Because of this, Fan Xian is quite familiar with this kind of flower, and often thinks about the small yellow flower that shrinks on the side of the cliff by the sea in Shanzhou. He knew that although the chrysanthemum was hardy, and in the poem of Yuan Zhi in his previous life, he had said unashamedly that this flower had bloomed and had no flowers, but after all, it was not a winter rì plum, and in such a cold late autumn weather, I was afraid that it should have withered into mud long ago.

Under the watchful eyes of the Ouchi guards and the forbidden army, several young people from Fanfu got out of the carriage and climbed up the mountain road next to the autumn stream for a long time.

The hanging temple is built according to the mountain, with the wooden pillars stacked up layer by layer, the widest part is not more than a zhangxu, it looks like a thin layer of stickers, it is casually pasted on the straight cliff face, the autumn wind in the mountain is very strong, whistling by, so that the viewer can't help but feel awe-inspired, always can't help but worry about whether these winds will blow the temples like paper paste and sweep away- Legend has it that this is the earliest temple in Gyeongguk, which was built by ascetics who believed in the temple, bricks, stones, and trees, and spent hundreds of years in total to promote the supreme light of the temple and exhort the people of the world to be good.

The temple has never interfered in the affairs of the world, and it is very mysterious, but it seems that it has been secretly affecting the ups and downs on this continent for thousands of years, and in many rumors that have disappeared in the long river of history, the figure of the temple can be vaguely seen, and although the number of ascetics is not large, they have always been very upright, and they are very loved by the people, so the status of the temple in the hearts of the common people is still quite lofty.

As rulers, the royal family maintained a considerable respect for the temple that could not influence them, but still had some mysterious influence, and this kind of superficial work was what the politicians were best at doing, and it was also what they were most willing to do.

Therefore, the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting of the Qingguo royal family every three years is scheduled to be held in the hanging temple, which has become a rule. The purpose of the chrysanthemum appreciation conference is to harmonize the conflict of interests between the children of the royal family and deepen their understanding of each other, so as to avoid the occurrence of the situation of the fish dying and the net being broken, at least, there will be no more horror situation in which the two princes were assassinated at the same time decades ago, and Qingguo could not find a successor to the throne for a while.

The Qingguo royal family is not prosperous now, so some in-laws and even the closest family of the royal family will be invited to participate in the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting, according to the practice of recent years, the Qin family Ye family is naturally one of the pillars of the army, the Qin family has considerable strength in the army, the Ye family has been stationed in Kyoto for many years, and there is the only great master in Qingguo who is now on the bright side, and the status is also a little transcendent.

In addition, there are several old princely families who were entitled at the time of the founding of the country, as well as a few new ones, such as the Ren family who has a remote county lord - as for the Fan family, it is not because of the current power of the Fan family, the power of the courtier's family is not very in the hearts of the royal people, nor because Fan Xian married Wan'er, so that he has a sneaky relationship with the royal family- It is because the ancestor of the Fan family personally hugged the two brothers His Majesty and King Jing, which are intimate, not for outsiders, and in terms of personal relationship alone, the Fan family is the closest family to the royal family.

Fan Xian panted and stood under the hanging temple, looking at the Qingguo magnates standing in twos and threes in all directions, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Appreciate the chrysanthemum, where is this chrysanthemum?"

Fan Shangshu has already been invited to the position of shelter at this time, the older generation will always have some privileges, the carriage is parked at the foot of the mountain, and all the guards are left outside the scope of the forbidden army, so the people from Fan Mansion are only left with a man and two women, Lin Wan'er, one of the triangles, smiled, pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said: "It's here." ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, took a step towards the edge of the cliff, and a gust of annoying autumn wind blew in his face, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, but then he took a breath and praised: "What a beautiful place." ”

The cliff on which the hanging temple rests is slightly sunken inward, like a U-shape, the mountain road goes up along the side, so when he came up, Fan Xian did not notice anything unusual in the mountain field next to the mountain road, at this time, he climbed to the top, looked down, the field of vision was extremely broad, and he found that this mountain field was actually full of chrysanthemums, the face of these chrysanthemums was much deeper than the general variety, glowing with gold, and the shape of the petals was a little narrow and long.

"The chrysanthemum of gold is really in line with the royal style. Fan Xian stood on the edge of the cliff, looked at the Venus-like flowers all over the mountains, and exclaimed: "It's a miracle that it's blooming so fiercely in such a cold weather." ”

Lin Wan'er explained: "It is the golden thread chrysanthemum, it is said that after the completion of the Hanging Temple, the root dust of the master of Tianyi of the Northern Wei Dynasty at that time was transplanted here with his own hands, and it has been a great difference in Kyoto since then." ”

"Genchen?" Fan Xian sighed leisurely, "Could it be the Grand Master of the Bitter Lotus Grand Master?"

"Exactly. ”

Fan Xian shook his head, still looking down the mountain, and after a few more looks, he found that those different chrysanthemum peanuts were not very prosperous. The soil in the mountains is not fertile, so it is often separated by several feet before a chrysanthemum grows, but at this time, the distance between the flower viewer and the mountains has been stretched to the maximum, so a visual illusion has been formed, so that people seem, always feel that those dotted golden flowers, have occupied every corner of the mountains, and the mountains in the late autumn are lined with a line, which is particularly magnificent, and the weak flowers are majestic.

Someone had already come up to say hello, but because His Majesty was relatively cold to Fan Xian in the end, and Wan'er's identity did not allow those young sons and daughters to talk too much about what young people should talk about with Fan Xian, so they separated after just a little greeting. Fan Xian was talking to everyone with a gentle smile, but at the same time, he began to let go, feeling a little bored, and subconsciously began to observe the surrounding environment according to his professional habits.

The hanging temple is lonely in the mountain, behind is the cliff, there is only one road up the mountain, the royal family of the Qingguo Kingdom gathers here, the mountain has long been sprinkled with forbidden troops, heavily armed, and the inner enclosure is carefully guarded by the inner guards led by the palace ceremony, as for those eunuchs who are low-eyed and pleasing to the eyes, whether there are any disciples and grandchildren of Gonggong Hong, no one knows, but Fan Xian did not see the figure of the tiger guards, a little strange, but with the current arrangement, it can really be said that it is not leaky, don't say anything about assassins, even if a mosquito wants to fly up the mountain, it will be a headache。

He smiled and said hello to Ren Shaoan, watching the other party being dragged away with some embarrassment, he also laughed in his heart, his father-in-law has been absent for a long time, and the original connections are finally about to fade. Looking up, Fan Xian couldn't help but squint his eyes, several of the most powerful people in Qingguo were in this wooden temple at this time, and it seemed that he could see the top layer from a distance, a figure in a bright yellow shirt, was watching the scenery on the railing, and that was naturally the emperor's majesty.

Looking up, Fan Xian felt a little inexplicable in his heart, and suddenly his mind turned, and he imagined a scene very funny--if the people of Northern Qi or the masters of Dongyi City burned down this hanging temple at this time, what would the world suddenly become? Of course, he also knew that Kyoto was very heavily guarded today, and it was impossible for this kind of thing to happen, but he was still very presumptuous in imagining that if he wanted to climb this temple, he should choose those footholds and what kind of route he should choose, so that he could go up to the top floor in the shortest possible time.

It's really just a matter of professional habit.

A eunuch hurriedly walked over from the temple, and the young nobles on the empty floor in front of the temple hurriedly dodged a path, and the eunuch walked up to the three of the Fan family, and said in a respectful whisper: "Your Majesty has passed on Miss Wan'er to see you." ”

Lin Wan'er was slightly stunned, glanced at Fan Xian, and asked softly, "Grandpa Dai, just pass me on?"

Father-in-law Dai is an old acquaintance of Fan Xian, and he also knows what kind of discussion Fan Xian will bring if he is not summoned to the temple in the high-profile scene, so he secretly glanced at Fan Xian with guilt, and said calmly: "Your Majesty has no other will. ”

Fan Xian laughed and said to Wan'er, "Then you can go." After a pause, he smiled softly and said, "Uncle always loves his niece the most, I know this." ”

Watching Wan'er disappear into the door of the black hole of the Hanging Temple, Fan Xian squinted his eyes, didn't say anything, and led his sister to the other corner, ready to see what might be a good scenery over there. Unexpectedly, someone refused to let him relax, and a slightly uneasy voice sounded: "Master." ”

Looking back, it was really Ye Ling'er's girl, looking at the other party's somewhat uneasy face, Fan Xian knew why, Ye Ling'er was going to marry the second prince next year, and the seemingly vindictive battle between himself and the second prince was actually secretly shallow and violent, since the other party was Ye Chong's daughter, where would it not be clear the real reason.

He looked at Ye Ling'er and smiled gently, and said, "What do you think?" Do you blame me for bullying your future father-in-law too much?"

Ye Ling'er saw that he was calm, so he returned to his previous sparse heart, took a sip with a smile, and said, "I'm still worried that you won't talk to me." ”

Ruoruo laughed on the side: "Where is this?"

Ye Ling'er sighed and said, "The second child doesn't know where it is...... There was no one left on the table behind him, and he was really a little unaccustomed. In the back garden of Fan's Mansion, mahjong mats are often held in the past two years, and the four people on the table are Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe sisters, and the other two are Lin Wan'er and Ye Ling'er, a pair of girlfriends.

"It's not you and Ruoruo who sent money to Fan Sizhen and Wan'er. Fan Xian smiled and said: "This game is scattered, you can also lose less, it's too late to be happy." ”

As he was talking, Qin Heng walked over from afar, and before he got close, he shouted: "What are you talking about hiding here?" Seeing his loud voice, I am afraid that he deliberately wants everyone in the audience to hear clearly, Fan Xian smiled bitterly: "I'm talking about mahjong tiles." ”

Qin Heng was interested, patted Fan Xian's shoulder, and said, "I'm good at this." He glanced around, frowned slightly, and said, "Chrysanthemum appreciation...... It was an opportunity for His Majesty to let these children of the big clan get close, but you are so lonely around you?" With Fan Xian's current power, even if those people are inferior to their status, they always have to say a few words, and they will never be so cold.

Fan Xian's face was quiet, and he responded: "Only now did I know that this chrysanthemum can only be viewed from a distance, not played closely...... You also know my feelings, and I can't bear to say anything to these people...... As for making close friends. He laughed, "I really don't have that interest." ”

In his opinion, the so-called chrysanthemum appreciation party is just a social place similar to a drinking party in his previous life, and it is somewhat like a tea party, so as to show the intimacy between each other and the royal family and establish their status. It's just that for Fan Xian, he doesn't care about relying on the majesty of imperial power to declare his existence, so he feels really boring.

Qin Heng is thirty years old, and he already has a wife room at home, but the people of the Qin family must come to see Huanghua every three years, he has seen it I don't know how many times, and he has long been tired of it, listening to Fan Xian say this, he couldn't help but nodded.

The second prince and the prince of Jing were not expelled from the palace by special decree, and were still under house arrest, so they did not come to the Hanging Temple.

"Master, the scenery here is good, let's make a poem. Ye Ling'er blinked at those incomparably clear eyes.

Every time Fan Xian saw this girl's eyes shining like jewels, he always felt that he was going to be sparkled, and subconsciously squinted his eyes, and responded: "The teacher has already said that he will no longer make poems." ”

Ye Ling'er called him a master, which can also be regarded as a little girl's play, and this interesting story has already spread in Kyoto, but Fan Xian actually called himself a teacher, which seemed a little funny, Qin Heng and Fan Ruoruo couldn't help laughing.

Qin Heng quipped: "The little order written by Lord Xiao Fan in Northern Qi is already popular all over the world, do you still want to hide it from us?"

Fan Xian felt a big headache, casually threw his head at the scene, shook his head and said, "Don't spread it outside, I hate writing poetry the most now." ”

Fan Ruoruo is bowing her head and reminiscing, "It's not that the flowers prefer chrysanthemums, and this flower is even more flowerless." After two sentences, I suddenly heard my brother sigh, and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"Because, being chased in the ass and asked to write poetry is, the most painful thing in the world. ”

Fan Xian said one by one, and immediately laughed out loud in the bewildered eyes of the three of them, laughing so happily, so privately, and so headless.

The magnates who gathered in front of the Hanging Temple were drinking tea and singing poetry and gossiping, suddenly heard this burst of laughter, and cast their eyes in some astonishment, and saw the four young men on the edge of the cliff, and quickly recognized the identities of these four people, and couldn't help but feel a slight shock in their hearts, Lord Xiao Fan is famous all over the world, and everyone knows it, but he has already knocked the second prince off the horse, and now he is standing with the younger generation of the Qin and Ye families, what does this mean?

Fan Xian didn't care about other people's eyes, but suddenly his nose twitched slightly, and he smelled a hint of fire, thinking to himself, Could it be that today's main meal is ham? He turned his head, but saw that in the corner of the Hanging Temple, a trace of black smoke was rising.

The five senses in the field were keen, so he was naturally the leader, but no one else noticed anything unusual, and even the Ouchi guards who were guarding everywhere did not react.

And those people were still looking at the four young people standing in the wind on the edge of the cliff, and they didn't know how much emotion and envy they had in their hearts.

............ As soon as the autumn wind passed, the black smoke seemed to be pulled out, and it suddenly became angry, and a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the black sè, and Fan Xian's body had already swept towards the hanging temple with this gust of wind.

"Qin Heng, protect these two girls. ”

When the words fell, he had already come to the temple, looked at the sudden eruption of fire, felt the high temperature rushing to his face, and slashed a large internal guard who was indiscriminately stabbing at him with a wave of his palm, and scolded: "Blind?"

The fire rushed out, because the hanging temple was a wooden structure, so the fire started very quickly, and the young magnates who participated in the chrysanthemum viewing party screamed in surprise and took shelter in all directions, and it was chaotic for a while. Although it is autumn high and dry, this fire is too weird, and the forbidden army commander Gong Dian is on the highest floor at this time, so the guards below can't help but be a little flustered.

Fan Xian shouted at the guards and eunuchs, "Where is the sand and gravel prepared?"

As soon as he spoke, these people sobered up a little, and knew Fan Xian's identity, so they began to obey his command, and proceeded step by step in an orderly manner, first to invite those elderly ministers on the first floor of the temple, and then urgently sent guards upstairs to escort and deliver news, and at the same time divided more than a dozen masters, and began to carefully deploy defenses around.

The reaction was very fast, the action was very clean and neat, although those magnates were panicked, but the guards and eunuchs still mustered up the courage to extinguish the fire, and after a short time, the fire downstairs was suppressed, including Fan Shangshu, those old adults took the opportunity to retreat from the first floor, but the stairs of the hanging temple were very narrow, and the people who reported the news were very slow, and the people on the top floor could not withdraw for a while.

Seeing that his father was unharmed, Fan Xian felt a little relieved, but he still had palpitations, he didn't expect his previous fantasy to become a reality, if this fire really spreads, the emperor who is enjoying the scenery on the top floor...... I'm afraid I'm going to die.

Someone must have set the fire, I don't know how the other party could hide his identity and enter the temple that is so heavily guarded, but the means of arson are too poor, and he actually let himself find out.

Things are definitely not so simple, Fan Xian was in front of a chaotic temple, forcibly maintaining his calm, analyzing this matter, but he never had a clue, but thinking that Wan'er was still on the top floor at this time, his mood was slightly chaotic, it was difficult to calm down, and there was a sense of foreboding in his heart, but he didn't dare to go upstairs rashly at this time, for fear of being used by someone with a heart.

"Fan Xian, go up and escort!" Fan Shangshu walked in front of him and said coldly.

"Yes. Fan Xian had already had this intention, and at this time he didn't have time to study the rather unpredictable look in his father's eyes, and led two guards with strong martial arts skills to the top floor of the Hanging Temple, but he refused to take the stairs, but kicked his feet on the ground, and the whole person turned into a black shadow, stepping on the narrow cornices of the Hanging Temple, like a flexible ghost, and climbed to the top of the building.