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 to the pavilion at a low price, and His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian were eating and chatting downstairs 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 one

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 it takes one more night? More importantly, as His Majesty the Emperor said when he easily broke through the 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 already acquiesced to Fan Xian.

Is one night enough?

"Your Majesty, if the girl comes to bid farewell to Your 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 pace steady, and her face remained calm. In front of His Majesty, it is Fan Ruoruo.

After his resignation 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. Smile shook his head 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 they haven't seen each other, and since Fan Xian went to Dongyi again, the two brothers and sisters haven't seen each other again. After Fan Xian returned to Beijing, he only saw the early autumn rain. Fan Ruoruo was already 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. Then she withdrew, she knew why His Majesty would let her enter the palace today, it must be some kind of agreement between her brother and His Majesty, and she was most convinced of her brother's teachings and arrangements in this life, and she couldn't have any doubts at all. She just accepted this calmly and silently

Silence is repeated in the small building. However, it was not quiet for long, and Eunuch Yao said with a somewhat embarrassed face: "The Third Highness has come down." Just outside the building, the minions couldn'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......"

Amazingly, 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 into silence. 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 laughed with a very complicated expression, a hint of loss, and a hint 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 feeling, this kind of courage, is very in line with the emperor's temperament.

"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 is the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, and it is quietly placed on the table in front of Fan Xian, and the manuscript is a Hepai crime written by the old department of the Supervision Yuan today, for His Majesty to use in the future.

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 turmoil caused by the turmoil in Kyoto today does not need to be inquired at all, you can know it.

At this time, the imperial historians of the Metropolitan Procuratorate were kneeling in the snow outside the palace, crying and asking His Majesty to 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 because the court system 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 will of His Majesty the Emperor, but the day had passed, it was 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 storm is coming, and the pressure is extremely high. The mountains want to overturn, and the lakes want to make waves.

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

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

"Because you have to bet that my words can control them, or 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, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Then aren't you worried?" If I kill you. And you don't do the things that are promised to 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: "In today's world, it is not you who is facing the earth, 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. said indifferently: "I didn't give her this qualification, because I knew that she would 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 was reluctant...... 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. said: "So I still don't understand that since you love this country. Cherish all the people in 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 with 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 how sad and helpless, but His Majesty the Emperor's eyes 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 case in the Taiping Courtyard many years ago, he has been faintly afraid of the existence of that person, 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, accepting 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 few questions in his heart.

"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 the eyes of His Majesty, 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 my nose, just like a dead man, but my soul was hidden in that broken shell, and I couldn't escape. There is no liberation. The Emperor suddenly began to tell the events of the year indifferently, "as in endless darkness." Bearing the torment of loneliness, this pain made me firm in my determination. ”

With His Majesty the Emperor's narration, the lights in the entire small building dimmed. It seems to be about to sink into a sea of darkness from which there will never be relief.

"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 don't need relatives or friends. ”

"When I woke up from the darkness, the first thing I saw was Chen Pingping and Ning'er. The Emperor narrowed slightly. "That's why I trust them the most. You don't have to worry about your 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 one wrong person, it will become today's pattern." ”

"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. What happened to me in that world, "But I didn't become a person like you, and my character just determines my fate." ”

He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "What if...... There is no Ye Qingmei in this world, Your Majesty. What would it look like now? Wouldn't it be better?"

The emperor's eyes grew cold. Staring at Fan Xian's face, a trace of anger disappeared. said indifferently: "Not to mention what the Diqing Congress is like now without your mother." You just need to remember that the Great Wei Dynasty was at its peak of decay, not to mention that Daqing was not 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, "I'm too lazy 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 was the last supper, and the last long talk.

Late at night, the two of them sat on two chairs and began to meditate and rest, that is, the true qi flowing in their bodies was so harmonious, domineering, each had the power to tear everything 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 thick layer of snow on the ground like a woolen blanket reflected the clear light in the sky, illuminating the large abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace exceptionally 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 His Majesty 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 emotions 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 tip of the sword, which was terrifying and steady without trembling, was directly facing the emperor's face.

The sword was still in the sheath, but it began to make a dragon groan, chanting and humming, and it seemed that the silk pipe in Chen Yuan was playing, and the strong domineering true qi was passed into the sword body along Fan Xian's tiger's mouth, as if he wanted to bring this sword to life, and a faintly visible light began to diffuse in 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 this was the only remaining great master in the world. found that the son he loved the most turned out to be more powerful than he expected.

It's a cold winter day. A drop of sweat dripped from Fan Xian's eyebrows, and his delicate face was full of heavy and resolute color. He had been gathering momentum for a long time, and then Emperor Qing did not make a move, and he could not wait forever. The sword he held in his hand was almost out of control. He took a step back and stepped heavily on the threshold, and his right hand stabbed out with a sword that stabbed out in the sky, and 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. And the scabbard could no longer hold back the wrath of the sword of the Son of Heaven in the sheath. Struggling, clashing, silent and weird, like an arrow, stabbed at the face of the Son of Heaven!

Fan Xian's first sword is a scabbard!

The scabbard was attached to his seven days of hard thinking, the momentum of a long night of conversation, and the extremely domineering true qi, which ejected out in an instant. The extremely fast speed made the scabbard easily tear through the air like Yan Xiaoyi's arrow back then, beyond the limit of time, just a moment, a blink of an eye. Then came to the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor.

However, there was an extra hand in the air at this time. A steady hand, a once stormy on Dadong Mountain. The middle finger has a layer of calluses because of pinching the Zhu Piyu 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 gathering momentum for a long time, was like a giant dragon being strangled by the throat alive, stopped breathing, drooped his head weakly, and lay dying in the palm of His Majesty the Emperor's hand.

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

The entrance 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 snowflakes whistling by the howling wind, and at a speed that was absolutely impossible for human beings to achieve, he suddenly floated 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 His Majesty the Emperor, a true qi cultivation is the best in the world, and it is 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 may not be able to forcibly sweep out of the small building in such a short period of time, and what follows is 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.

His Majesty the Emperor's dragon robe was already scorched in some places, his hair was also burned, 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 for today, you actually prepared...... 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 His Majesty the Emperor hadn't summoned Fan Xian in front of the small building yesterday, if it weren't for His Majesty the Emperor not doing it immediately, he would have 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 face this woman's portrait and completely cut off his decades-long grievances and hatred with her.

Fan Xian was able to confirm this because he was in control of His Majesty's mind more than anyone else in the world, and he knew what kind of person the Emperor was. 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 gun in the wheelchair shot iron and steel balls like this, and so did the fire raging everywhere.

It's just a pity that His Majesty the Emperor is still standing in the snow, although his face was a little pale at the moment, he must have escaped from the sea of fire and consumed a lot of energy, 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.