(I heard that some friends don't like the dialogue of these chapters, well, I'm sorry, this chapter is still a dialogue in front, and Emperor Qing's words between Fan Xian are not thorough, I won't stop, this story has been written for a year and a half, isn't it just to tell these at the end, do this...... By the way, I've finished reading this chapter.,Give me a little monthly pass.,It's really hard to write.,It's not a lie.,If it's delayed.,Unless I'm trying to drag myself to death...... ）............ At night, the small building was brightly lit, and a large number of eunuchs and palace maids poured in from all sides of the abandoned garden like a trick, and all kinds of dishes, fruit plates, and steampots were sent into the pavilion at a low price. His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian were downstairs eating and chatting with a smile. And that woman, the woman who lies in the history of Qingguo, between the emperor and Fan Xian, is quietly on the drawing paper in the room on the second floor, quietly looking at Yiqiē.

What was supposed to be the beginning of a killing war turned into the last supper between father and son. Fan Xian knows this and accepts this, a war between two people, one person can never fight, since he has been suffering for so long, he has made such a brave and even ruthless decision, what is the difference if there is one more night? More importantly, as the emperor said when he broke his momentum and left, since this is a war between two people, then it is always necessary to leave some time for the emperor to do what he has acquiesced to Fan Xian.

Is one night enough?

"Majesty, if the girl comes to say goodbye to Majesty. Eunuch Yao stood under the small table, lowered his head, and said respectfully.

"Let her in. The emperor smiled slightly and glanced at Fan Xian, meaning that what I promised you, I would naturally do it.

A slightly cold wind swept the snowflakes into the building, and a woman with an icy appearance entered with the wind, her steps were steady, her face was calm and unchanged, and she was shallow in front of Her Majesty, it was Fan Ruoruo.

After bidding farewell to His Majesty the Emperor, the girl, who had been under house arrest in the palace for several months, slowly turned around and looked at her brother quietly, and gradually a faint wetness appeared in her eyes.

Fan Xian stood up, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Don't cry." ”

So Fan Ruoruo didn't have a weapon, bit his lower lip strongly, and said with a reluctant smile: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

It's been a long time since Fan Xian went to Dongyi again, their brother and sister haven't seen each other again, Fan Xian only saw the early autumn rain after returning to Beijing, Fan Ruoruo had been under house arrest in the deep palace at that time, as a hostage to contain him.

Fan Xian stepped forward, gently hugged his sister's somewhat thin shoulder, hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "In the future, I will be more obedient and respect my father and mother more." When he said this, Fan Xian always felt that time was turning back, and the ice-like woman in front of him seemed to be the yellow-haired little girl who couldn't even speak clearly in the port of Lanzhou many years ago.

Fan Ruoruo snorted, and then withdrew, she knew why Her Majesty would let herself into the palace today, it must be some kind of agreement between her brother and Her Majesty, and she was most convinced of her brother's teachings and arrangements in this life, and she didn't have any doubts at all, she just accepted this qiē calmly and silently.

The small building was quiet repeatedly, but it was not quiet for too long, and Eunuch Yao said with some embarrassment: "The third hall has come down, just outside the building, and the servants can't stop him." ”

The emperor and Fan Xian were stunned at the same time, as if they didn't expect that the third prince would appear in this place at this moment, let alone that Shufang Palace would not stop this young man.

The third prince walked into the building, saluted the emperor, and then saluted Fan Xian, and said in a muffled voice: "I have seen my father, I have seen my husband......"

What's very wonderful is that after the third prince said this, he turned around and left, but he didn't care about any etiquette rules, leaving the emperor and Fan Xian who fell silent. The two of them naturally saw the third child's previous expression clearly, and they both saw that the third child's eyes were already red, and they thought that they had already cried outside the building.

The emperor looked at the empty ground, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled with a very complicated expression, a faint sense of loss, and a trace of appreciation that could not be concealed. Today, Li Chengping came to this small building, naturally to see him off, naturally to see off Fan Xian, this kind of affection, this kind of courage, is very in line with the emperor's feelings.

"Not bad, right?" Fan Xian asked.

"You teach you well, and this is what I have always admired you most, and I have never seen how well you treat them, but whether it is the ministers of the court, or your subordinates, or even my sons, they seem to be willing to side with you. The Emperor said.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then replied, "That's probably because I've always treated them equally. ”

Eunuch Yao walked into the small building for the third time and said calmly: "Someone outside the palace has sent the manuscripts and ...... that Lord Xiao Fan needs A sword. ”

The sword was the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, and it was quietly placed on the table in front of Fan Xian, and the manuscript was written by the old department of the current Rì Supervision Yuan, which was written by the Hepai faction for the use of His Majesty's decree.

Eunuch Yao stood in front of the emperor and quietly stated the movements outside the palace today, the inner court naturally has a lot of eyeliner in Kyoto, and the chaos caused by the turmoil in Kyoto today does not need to be specially inquired at all.

At this time, the imperial historians of the Imperial Procuratorate were kneeling in the snow outside the palace, crying incessantly, demanding that His Majesty severely punish Fan Xian, a heinous murderer. Fan Xian is not a murderer, the lives that are dying in Kyoto today are the backbone of the He faction, as for those who only know pedantic, they are still alive and well.

In addition to these imperial historians, the civil officials of various ministries and temples in Kyoto also began to communicate secretly, preparing to put pressure on the palace, all of which was the court system that was shocked by the massacre that happened today, and felt endless fear, so they had to stand up.

Fan Xian entered the palace from the middle book under the door, and many court ministers waited outside the imperial city, they wanted to wait for the emperor's will, but a rì had passed, it was already night, the palace was still quiet, and the ministers began to be angry and afraid, could it be that Fan Xian had done so many heinous bloody things, and His Majesty still thought about the righteousness of father and son, and did not punish him?

It is precisely because of the peace of the imperial palace and the worries of the ministers that the imperial historians will once again kowtow outside the imperial city.

The wind and rain come, the pressure is extremely great, the mountains are overturned, and the lakes are turbulent.

............ Eunuch Yao's report did not change the atmosphere in the small building in the slightest, neither the emperor nor Fan Xian would take the pressure of the courtiers in their eyes, not to mention that after tonight, one of the father and son would always give some kind of explanation to the world.

The Emperor smiled, took a glass of wine and drank it slowly, and said a topic that had not been touched on for a long time: "If you die, if you stay, will you still be able to control the madmen under your hands?

"Because you have to bet that my words can control them, or else the world will be in chaos, and it will not be the scene you want to see. ”

The emperor's fingers gently turned the wine glass, and his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Then aren't you worried that if I kill you, I won't do those things that promise you?"

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly: "The Son of Heaven said that the horse is difficult to chase. ”

"Pony ...... Not a horse. The Emperor smiled and said, "It's four horses." It's a weird word your mother used to say, so I remember, but I didn't expect it, and you know it. ”

The emperor then sighed and said, "In this world, if I am facing not you, but your mother...... There's no way I'm going to give her a fair fight. ”

Fan Xian sarcastically said: "You really didn't give her any fairness back then. ”

The emperor shook his head and said indifferently: "I don't give her this qualification because I know that she will never use this world to threaten me, because using the world as a bargaining chip is to invest all the people in the world in the casino, and she is reluctant to ...... But I am willing to do it. ”

"I am willing to threaten you with the life and death of all the people in the world. Fan Xian replied calmly: "This is the difference I said earlier. ”

The emperor shook his head again and said, "So I still don't understand, since you love this country and cherish all the people of the world, how can you use this to threaten me. ”

"Because I have to love the people around me first, and the other is that I am a shameless and death-fearing person, if I am really forced to a dead end, of course, this dead end does not only refer to me...... I don't mind dragging the whole world and your ambitions to bury me. Fan Xian lowered his head and said: "Actually, I've been waiting for someone, but that person always doesn't come back, so there is no way, I have to do my best." ”

The words desperately said so sad and helpless, but the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor gradually lit up, because he knew who Fan Xian was waiting for. In the emperor's opinion, in today's world, only that person can threaten his life and rule, since the bloody incident in the Taiping Courtyard many years ago, he has been faintly afraid of that person's existence, and even did not hesitate to send the last messenger sent by the temple to the alley next to Fan's mansion.

However, even so, Wuzhu still did not die.

"He's not coming back. The light in the emperor's eyes gradually faded, and he said slowly: "It's been three years, if he wants to find out who he is, he can only go to the temple, and if he really goes back to the temple, how can he come out again?"

Fan Xian nodded, and accepted this fact with some sadness, if Uncle Wuzhu was still on this continent, how could he be so passive in front of His Majesty the Emperor, and even make a threat like a jade burner.

"How did you get the temple to stand behind you back then?" Fan Xian frowned and looked at the emperor, one of the several questions in his mind.

"I've never been to the temple, but I've been with your mother for a long time, and I know that the temple is just a decaying and desolate place. It's true that the temple has always been indifferent to the world. A sneering smile appeared on the corner of the emperor's lips, "However, the temple has been quietly influencing this continent, but unfortunately I am a person from the world, and they can't do anything to me, but your mother and the fifth child are from the temple...... This distinction is sufficient, and I know how to use it. ”

Fan Xian sighed and shook his head, he had to admire the strong ambition of Emperor Lao Tzu, and the temple that everyone in the world has always worshipped, in His Majesty's opinion, it turned out to be just a sharper knife after all.

"During the Northern Expedition, the meridians in my body were shattered, I couldn't move a finger, I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I couldn't hear, I couldn't smell, I was like a dead man, but my soul was hidden in that broken shell, I couldn't escape, I couldn't get rid of it. The emperor suddenly began to tell the events of the year indifferently, "Like suffering loneliness in endless darkness, this pain has made me firm in my determination." ”

With the narration of His Majesty the Emperor, the lights in the entire small building dimmed, and it seemed that it was about to sink into a sea of darkness that would never be relieved.

"It turns out that nothing is true except for myself and the loneliness I can experience. The Emperor said, "I don't trust anyone but myself." In order to achieve my goals, I do not need relatives or friends. ”

"When I woke up from the darkness, the first thing I saw was Chen Pingping and Ning'er. The emperor squinted his eyes slightly and said, "So I trust them the most, and you don't have to worry about Ning'er's safety." ”

"However, I didn't expect that Chen Pingping would betray ...... I. The emperor's eyes narrowed even more, a cold light came out of his eyes, his tone was faintly angry and sad, and he said with a mockery: "If I believe in the wrong person, it will become the pattern of today." ”

"You haven't experienced the pain of being awake in the dark, so you don't understand what I'm talking about. ”

"I've had that experience. Fan Xian shook his head, naturally he wouldn't explain, it was a long, long time ago, when he encountered changes in that world, "However, I didn't become a person like you, Xìng Ge decided his fate." ”

He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "What if...... There is no Ye Qingmei in this world, what will it be like now? Will it be better?"

The emperor's eyes gradually became cold, staring at Fan Xian's face, a trace of anger disappeared, and said indifferently: "Not to mention what the Qingguo is like today without your mother." You just need to remember that the Great Wei Dynasty was at its peak of decay, not to mention Daqing under my rule, that is, it was 108,000 miles away from today's Northern Qi. ”

"Although the Great Wei Dynasty was rotten, it was still a behemoth. Your mother came to this world, and at least she broke the mountain alive...... Why is it that none of the remnants of the former Wei Dynasty today miss the former dynasty? Why has there never been a rebellion against the homeland in these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains that I have conquered?" The emperor sneered and said, "I want to go myself." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Don't bother to think about it, my parents are amazing characters, and it's not a very glorious thing for me, a son." ”

The Emperor finally burst out laughing, and the two continued to eat, drink, and chat. This father and son are actually extremely similar, both are ruthless in their bones, but they have different opinions about the world, about the past, about the present, and about everything, but this does not affect the trust and awe that the two of them have given each other trust and awe over the years, and firmly occupy the top of the world.

Xiaolou listened to the wind and snow all night, this is the last supper, the last long talk.

Late at night, the two of them sat on two chairs under the light and began to meditate and rest, that is, the true qi flowing in their bodies was so harmonious, domineering, each had a kind of power to tear apart, and it was so harmonious to be in one place.

Unconsciously, the day dawned, the morning sun came out, the snow outside stopped, the wind stopped, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow like a woolen blanket, reflecting the clear light in the sky, illuminating the large abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace extraordinarily brightly.

Fan Xian woke up, sighed in his heart, stood up, picked up the Great Wei Tianzi Sword on the table with his right hand, walked to the door of the small building, and then turned around and quietly looked at the emperor on the chair.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were unusually clear, unusually calm and indifferent, there was no trace of the affection that a mortal should have, everything that should be said was finished, and from this moment on, there was no trace of family affection between the two.

Fan Xian raised his right arm, from his shoulder to his elbow to his wrist, and then to the hilt of the sword that he held steadily in his right hand, so that the unshaking, steady and terrifying tip of the sword, straight at the emperor's face.

The sword was still in the sheath, but it began to make a dragon groan, chanting and humming, and it was like the silk pipe in Chen Yuan playing, and the thick domineering true qi was passed into the sword body along Fan Xian's tiger's mouth, as if yù had brought the sword to life, and a faintly visible light began to permeate the sheath.

Groaning and groaning...... The sword body struggled desperately in the sheath, trying to break out of the sheath, but there was no way out, its distress and pain, making people's hearts palpitate!

Fan Xian didn't know how much true qi he had poured into it, and he actually constructed such a shocking scene. The emperor's eyes shrank slightly, his hands were still on the chair, and he didn't get up, but the only remaining great master in the world found that his most beloved son was stronger than he expected.

In the cold winter, a drop of sweat dripped from Fan Xian's eyebrows, and his delicate face was full of a heavy and resolute sè. He had been gathering momentum for a long time, and then Emperor Qing didn't make a move, he couldn't wait forever, the sword he held in his hand was almost out of control.

............ With a soft snap, Fan Xian's right foot took a step back and stepped heavily on the threshold, and the sword that his right hand stabbed out in a blazing style finally burst out!

The white light in the gap in the scabbard in his hand suddenly disappeared, and there was no sound in the small building, but the scabbard could no longer stand the anger of the sword of the Son of Heaven in the sheath, struggling, clashing, silent and weird, like an arrow, stabbing at the face of the Son of Heaven!

Fan Xian's first sword is a scabbard!

The scabbard was attached to his seven thoughts, the momentum of a long night of talking, the extremely domineering true qi, and the extremely fast speed made the scabbard like Yan Xiaoyi's arrows back then, tearing the air lightly, beyond the limit of time, only a moment, a blink of an eye, and came to the eyes of the emperor's majesty.

However, at this time, there was an extra hand in the air, a steady hand, and a hand that had been frightened by the wind and rain on Dadong Mountain, and the middle finger had a layer of calluses because he had pinched Zhu Piyu's pen for too long.

This hand caught the scabbard like catching a firefly in the floating light, catching the dust in the thousands of snowflakes. This hand is too fast, fast enough to catch light, fast enough to catch shadows, how can it not catch the tangible and qualitative scabbard?

Xiao Lou's calm momentum suddenly broke, and the sound of the sword scabbard dragon humming again, but it stopped abruptly.

Fan Xian's sword scabbard, which had been stored for a long time, was like a giant dragon being choked by the throat alive, stopping his breathing, drooping his head weakly, and lying dying in the palm of the emperor's majesty.

His Majesty the Emperor stood up slowly, his face was unusually calm, but he had to admit that Fan Xianjin's realm had exceeded his judgment, and this sword that flew like a flying dragon outside the sky had a faint feeling of being out of space.

The door of the small building was empty, and the emperor looked at it indifferently, and the seat behind him shattered, powdered and empty, and sprinkled all over the ground.

............ Fan Xian used all his strength to stir up the scabbard, which seemed to be a desperate move, and there were no spectators around Xiaolou, so no one expected it, but he didn't expect that after that moment, his body was floating up, swept up, and flew up at a faster speed.

His body was like a big bird, nay, lighter and faster than a bird, like a snowflake whistling by a howling wind, and at a speed absolutely impossible for human beings, it drifted out of the door of the small building at a distance of fifteen feet.

At that moment, the sky began to fall again.

In the process of flying, Fan Xian almost stopped breathing, but with the book of law left by Kuhe before he died, he felt the chill around him in the flow of air, and walked along the trend and swept away.

In the process of drifting, he had time to think, from the emperor's seat to the outside of the small building, there was a distance of four zhang, and the emperor wanted to take his own sword, he had to think, and he must not come out too quickly.

The four great grandmasters are already transcendent and holy, but they are not immortals after all, and they have their own different weaknesses. The weakest link of Master Kuhe lies in his old body, Ye Liuyun's strongest thing is his body, if the great master in the small building at this time is Ye Liuyun, Fan Xian will definitely not expect to be able to leave the other party in the building.

However, at this moment, in the building is the emperor's majesty, a true qi cultivation is the best in the world, abundant to the top, but with true qi, the physical body always has limitations, and there are ghosts and gods in a small range of avoidance, just like when Ye Liuyun faced the sky full of crossbow rain.

However, His Majesty the Emperor was not necessarily able to forcibly sweep out of the small building in such a short period of time, and what followed was an attack without gaps.

Skating two feet on the snow with both feet, showing two snow ditches, Fan Xian's figure fell on the snow surface, the sword light flashed, horizontally in front of the front door, and the front knee was half squatting, which was a desperate posture.

At the same time as the cold sword light illuminated his delicate face, a sudden, vigorous, and rapidly burning fire instantly engulfed the entire small building, and a sea of fire appeared in the snowy cold palace.

With a few muffled sounds, countless tongues of fire rose into the sky, enveloping the entire small building, and the red-hot light instantly warmed up the cold sword that was in front of Fan Xian.

Such a big and fast fire was definitely not caused by natural burning, I don't know what Fan Xian prepared in the small building.

However, to Fan Xian's slight disappointment, a breath flowed through the sea of fire, and a figure, a figure standing in front of the sea of fire, looking at him indifferently, stood in the snow, leaving the sea of fire behind.

The dragon robe on the emperor's body was already scorched in some places, his hair was burned a little, and his face was slightly pale, but he still stood like that, looking at Fan Xian indifferently.

"When did you move the gunpowder from the three places into the palace? The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian smiled, clenched the hilt of his sword, and responded: "Three years ago, when I was in charge of the Kyoto rebellion, it was not difficult to transport as much gunpowder as I wanted to bring into the palace. ”

The emperor walked into Fan Xian slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "It turns out that you have prepared for today's rì...... Three whole years!"

Fan Xian squinted his eyes like an emperor, so as not to be affected by the bright sea of fire, pursed his lips and said: "I just think that if the portrait of my mother is placed in this building again, she must also feel angry, since this is the case, it is better to burn it." ”

Yes, if Emperor Xià didn't summon Fan Xian in front of the small building yesterday, if it wasn't for the fact that the Emperor didn't do it immediately, but had a long talk with Fan Xian in the small building. Fan Xian couldn't find any chance to turn off the engine and ignite the gunpowder.

However, in fact, until the moment when Fan Xian stepped on the threshold, Fan Xian had always been very confident that Emperor Laozi would definitely choose the last battlefield to choose a small building in this abandoned garden.

Because there is a portrait of Ye Qingmei on the small building. The emperor will definitely choose to be in front of this woman's portrait to completely break off his decades-long grievances and hatreds with her, and Fan Xian can confirm this because he can control the mind of this emperor better than any other person in the world, and he knows what kind of person the emperor is. The emperor is a ruthless but hypocritical and affectionate person, and Fan Xian is also hypocritical, if you use the words of that world, both father and son like to decorate a little bourgeoisie. In this big scene, Xiaolou is undoubtedly the best stage for the two of them.

The moment the fire ignited, Fan Xian's heart moved slightly, the reason why he chose the gunpowder that had been buried for three years as his big killer was because Chen Pingping's wheelchair in the imperial study gave him confidence, facing an attack in all directions, there was no room to dodge, even the great master, and it was impossible to find a way to dodge from nothing.

The iron and steel balls from the gun in the wheelchair must have been the same, and so was the fire raging everywhere.

It's just a pity that His Majesty the Emperor is still standing in the snow well, although his face was a little pale at the moment, he must have escaped from the sea of fire and consumed a lot of vitality, but this blazing fire did not cause him any irreversible injuries after all.

"The fire is too slow. The emperor looked at Fan Xian coldly and said without a trace of emotion.

"Try the sword. Fan Xian held the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi and smiled happily.