"Why?" In the midst of the wind and snow, Fan Xian fell into deep thought, he didn't need any time to think, because from many years ago, he knew that one day he would meet such a question, he had been preparing for all these years, evading, but never really escaped. This is a question he has thought about countless times, and it is also true of the recent seven twilight seven rì thoughts.

"Why?" he slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes in the snow, looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said slowly, "Today in Taixue, I told those young people about benevolence and righteousness, about true righteousness. ”

Fan Xian sighed, and said with a complicated look: "I used to think that these were all hypocritical and false, but after so many years, I have all the things that a minister should have and should not have, but it was only at this time that I realized that except for those so-called guidelines, there is nothing in the world that can make your life more real." ”

His Majesty the Emperor looked at him lightly, his thin lips opened slightly, and his cold voice repeated Fan Xian's words in Taixue this morning: "Shu is almost worthy of it, since ancient times, he believes in the righteousness of the world, and does not move his heart with success or failure......"

Fan Xian's speech to those young people in Taixue in the morning made it very clear that Scholar Hu realized the murderous spirit and resoluteness hidden between the lines. Scholar Hu entered the palace in fear, so he naturally told His Majesty about the scene in Taixue and knew that the emperor was able to recite Fan Xian's words.

Fan Xian also felt a little surprised, smiled a little bitterly, and said: "I am not this kind of person who takes righteousness as the criterion of life, and I am not a saint with supremacy of morality, in my bones, I am still just a person who is nothing but loving and respecting myself." ”

"This is probably something hidden in my bones, something that has been hidden from me for more than 20 years. Fan Xian looked at the emperor and said very seriously: "I want to live a round life in this life, I want to live recklessly, and I want to live without regrets, so I have to be at ease, and if it goes on like this, those things buried in my bones will make me uneasy for the rest of my life." ”

"The prosperity of power in this world is blind and deaf, but I still can't pretend that I don't know, I haven't heard, what happened back then, what happened this autumn. A faint sadness appeared on Fan Xian's face, and he said slowly: "Chen Pingping returned to Beijing to ask His Majesty a word, but I don't need to ask, I only know that these things are unfair, and this unfairness is applied to those who love me and those I love, if there is no me in the world, there is no me who is so brave to walk in front of His Majesty today, those who have passed away, where can they find justice?"

"They should not be forgotten by the world, and the injustices they have suffered must be redeemed in some way. Fan Xian looked at the emperor and said, "This is your responsibility, and it is also my obligation." ”

When the emperor heard Fan Xian's words, he was silent for a long time, and asked slowly in a cold voice: "Why didn't you ask me what happened back then?

"King Jing's Mansion, that is, the Chengwang Mansion back then, still has a lot of words such as the recitals that your mother gave you privately. Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then responded: "I've seen it all, I don't need to ask anything, I know why things happened back then." As for the hundreds of millions of people on this continent, whether her death is a good thing or an evil thing, I don't care much. ”

He smiled, smiled with some difficulty, and said: "Your Majesty, in fact, this is not a debate about the world and justice, this is not a public feud, this is just ...... Personal grudges. ”

"What a personal grudge. His Majesty the Emperor also laughed, his hands behind his back, isolated in the wind and snow, the whole person was indescribably lonely, "She is your mother, is she not your father?"

Fan Xian's body stiffened slightly, and he didn't continue to talk about this question, but turned to say calmly: "Your Majesty has great ambitions in your chest, and you are walking on the right path for you, but in my opinion, no matter how great and glorious the correct purpose is, if it is done by despicable means, it is actually not worthy of respect. ”

The corners of the Emperor's lips flashed with a sneering smile, and he looked at Fan Xian's fearless eyes and said, "Do you think that killing the Quartet in Kyoto today is a very glorious means?"

Fan Xian shook his head with a smile, and responded: "My purpose is only to care about ending a public case decades ago and tearing up the biggest shadow above my head in my life. In that case, how despicable is the means, and what is it?"

He paused, looked at the Emperor with a complicated look, some emotion and some sighs, and said: "In these aspects, I seem to be more like His Majesty, and for His Majesty and me, what a luxurious adjective for good people...... But it's precisely because of this that I didn't be like her, and I was still confused until I died, inexplicably, at least before I died, I could still ask my majesty. ”

This sentence is about the fundamental difference between Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian, but the world is impermanent and wonderful, Fan Xian is running around in this world and enjoying the rise, and in the end he slowly deviated from Ye Qingmei's path. Because this pair of souls who came back and forth and warmed each other through time is probably the only one in this world who does not have a natural awe for imperial power, starting from the innermost part, they all have the hope of standing straight in front of the dragon chair.

His Majesty the Emperor calmed down, smiled, and looked at Fan Xian with a touch of eccentricity, wondering if he felt as if he had seen the woman again after many years.

Greeting Fan Xian, he seemed to be calm, but in fact, he sighed heartily, and the emperor did not get angry, did not yīn depressed, but calmly began to talk about other things: "Back then, I didn't expect you to survive the changes in the Taiping Courtyard. ”

Fan Xian nodded slightly, in the bloody case of the Taiping Courtyard back then, Ye Qingmei had just given birth to herself, and she was the weakest time, and she was just a baby, how could she survive under the crazy pursuit of the queen family and the indifferent surveillance of the Qin family's army? Since the emperor had woven this despicable and cold-blooded plan, he naturally ignored his own life and death indifferently.

If it weren't for the hard work of the old Fan family, if it wasn't for Uncle Wuzhu rushing back quickly, if it weren't for Chen Pingping who found out that something was wrong and rushed back from the northern border in advance, where would Qingguo now have his own savings.

"However, you survived after all, and you were sent to my mother, I was a little surprised, but undeniably, I was still relieved, after all, you are my flesh and blood. The emperor looked at Fan Xian and said calmly: "Now that I want to come to Pingping, I was already suspicious of me, otherwise it would be impossible to agree to the request of the fifth child and send you to Shanzhou, he knows that in this world, I treat the queen mother and my mother as a mother, and I can only watch this become an established fact." ”

"If things go on like this, it will be fine, at most I am in Kyoto, you are in Shanzhou, and during the New Year's holidays, I will remember that there is an illegitimate child on the distant shore of Shanzhou, and I will add some rewards to Fanfu and send them to you. His Majesty's hair was stained with snowflakes, and for a while he couldn't tell whether it was snow or snow-like hair, and the whole person had gradually become old.

However, Chen Pingping doesn't seem to think so, when you were four years old, he sent Fei Jie to you, and secretly transferred a group of secret agents from the Supervision Institute to his mother. This matter, he entered the palace to sue me, and I originally thought that he was a little too much......"

The Emperor's brows furrowed, as if reminiscing about the past ten years, and said, "However, when you were twelve years old, you were assassinated. ”

The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, shook his head and said: "In those years, you were in Shanzhou, you must not know that the news of Shanzhou has been sent to Chen Pingping's desk, and that old cripple has actually taken out a stronger enthusiasm than cāo to hold the affairs of the hospital, and entered the palace from time to time to tell me about your every move." ”

"You are flirting with Yahuan in Shanzhou, you are shouting on the roof of Shanzhou, you have started to cook for your mother yourself, and the extremely dangerous and domineering true qi of your cultivation in your body is ......" A strange smile appeared on the emperor's face, "I know everything you do, even better than these sons in Kyoto, so although you are far away in Shanzhou, I seem to be used to being by my side." ”

"Then you came to Kyoto, to my side, at the Keiji Temple, in the tea shop outside the courtyard. The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, and his smile gradually faded, "You entered the Supervision Yuan, you went to the Hanging Temple, you accompanied me into the small building, you were sent to Jiangnan by me, I must admit that you are my son, and I still love the most." ”

"Your mother once said that love is habit, and I am used to your savings, when you were young. The emperor suddenly looked up at the snowy sky, not knowing who he was looking at, but suddenly nodded and said, "However, my favorite son, who refuses to be my son, is still standing in front of me at this time, wanting to challenge my authority and find a fairness for the affairs of the year." ”

He lowered his head, looked at Fan Xian indifferently, and said: "Between you and my father and son, there is no victory or defeat, and after careful calculation, Chen Pingping has won after all." ”

Fan Xian understood this, so he fell silent.

............ "Since you are not a benevolent and righteous person who thinks about the world, and since what you seek is only to resolve personal grievances, not justice, then I don't really understand your choice today. His Majesty the Emperor didn't give Fan Xian more of a feeling that he was more like a relative, and directly asked indifferently.

Since it was just to avenge himself, since he was just seeking pleasure and fairness, why did Fan Xian use the snow as the world before, reason with the emperor's majesty, and throw out so many chips, just to confine the battlefield to the imperial city, and limit the enemy and us to the father and son? Revenge has never been merciful, this Qingguo, this world, can be Fan Xian's sharp weapon.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "I thought about it in the mansion. He smiled and continued: "The so-called retreat is all a lie, locked in the room for seven days and seven nights, it will drive people crazy, and I will also eat and disperse the wind." ”

His expression gradually softened and calmed down, and said: "In the middle of the night, Wan'er and they are all asleep, I will sneak out of the room alone, wearing a single coat, like a wandering spirit, wandering in the garden of the house, those days there has been continuous snow in Kyoto, the night is very cold, the old women who watch the garden are hiding in the corner room drinking, and no one notices me." ”

"I'll just go shopping and shopping alone. Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor, opened his eyes, and said very seriously: "I just found out that the garden of Fan's Mansion is so big, and Pingrìli has been busy with government affairs and intrigue, and even his own garden has almost forgotten its appearance." It wasn't until these seven days that I noticed this, and the garden of Fanfu was actually larger than the Huayuan Garden in Jiangnan. ”

"I don't know how many mansions there are on that street in the south city, and I don't know how much space they occupy. Fan Xian said seriously: "There are also those inconspicuous places in the ordinary place of food and clothing, which seem to me to be very common things, but in fact, for those ordinary people, they are extremely luxurious enjoyment." ”

He pointed to the palace in the snow and said, "Of course, the largest garden is still this palace. ”

............ "In the past few years, while living my own little life, I have helped the lives of those Li people, whether it is the inner library, the river work yamen or the Hangzhou Association, and I have gained some reputation. I thought I was helping them, but it dawned on me that they were actually just providing for us. Fan Xian's face was calm, he looked at the emperor and said, "In that case, why should I ask them to be grateful?"

"I'm not a saint, I have all the shortcomings, it's just that I've been better over the years, and I've hypocritically concealed it, but ask myself, I still love Qingguo after all. ”

"Even if this country is not good, but under the rule of His Majesty, the people are still happy, there is an inner treasury and a supervision court, if I don't fool around, at least this kind of good rìzi can live for a few decades. ”

"As I said before, I don't even deserve to be grateful, so why should I go to harm them just because of my own personal vendetta? If I make the world turbulent, kill people everywhere and set fires, and the world falls apart, causing them miserable, will I live very quickly?"

"If I had chosen that path for the sake of revenge, I would not have said what the old cripple in heaven would think, but I think she would not be happy with my mother. ”

"If you are seeking justice for them, how can you choose a path that they don't like?"

"I love Qingguo, so I hope this is just a war between His Majesty and me, it's just a matter between us, and it's better not to drag too many people in. ”

"It has been said before that one should walk in the right way in life. What is the right way? is doing the right thing...... However, I have always wondered how I can judge the right and wrong of His Majesty by my own right and wrong, and the right and wrong of the world by my own right and wrong? What is the standard for judging right and wrong?"

"After all, this can only be a subjective feeling. ”

If the right path is to do the right thing, then the right way is the direction in which you can feel at ease. Today, I entered the palace and His Majesty said this, and I did this because I wanted to make myself feel at ease. ”

............ Fan Xian said slowly sentence by sentence, saying most of what he thought and thought in the seven rì, and as for the remaining half, it involved the contest between him and His Majesty, not only today, but also possible future contests. This kind of mental mutual harm and temptation is useless to talk about, only harmful.

"There are no true saints in this world. The emperor lowered his eyes slightly, and the snowflakes hung a little on his eyelashes, "Maybe your mother is one, and what you say today is at least close to the true meaning of this place, if your mother knows that you have grown up to be a young person like today, she must be very comforted in her heart." ”

Fan Xian quietly looked at Emperor Lao Tzu's thin face, and suddenly he didn't know why, a sympathy and sadness surged in his heart that made him feel scared, and this inappropriate emotion that appeared at an inappropriate time made him feel panic. In the face of such a snow-capped mountain-like top character, what do you sympathize with each other?

Maybe it's just that he sympathizes with this emperor until now, and still regards Fan Xian as his most proud flesh and blood, and he doesn't know that Fan Xian's body hides a soul that has long been determined. Maybe Fan Xian sympathized with the other party and was kept secret by his acting skills, and it was destined that at the moment when you lived or died, Fan Xian still couldn't reveal his true heart.

In these years, Fan Xian played the role of a loyal minister and a filial son in front of the emperor, a lonely minister, and now he killed Kyoto, entered the palace and reprimanded, and still played such a pure and virtuous and solemn role, with words as the edge and the table as the blade, stabbing into the emperor's heart step by step.

This is the heart war, when Fan Xian had to deal with the begonia flowers of the Holy Maiden of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he began to prepare in Kyoto, rippling in the Beihai, pretending to be drunk in the Shangjing City Restaurant, shaking and shaking together, and then to the gentleness of the tentacles in Jiangnan, and finally won this battle.

His Majesty the Emperor is not a begonia, Fan Xian played longer and harder in front of him, but he never knew if he could really touch the other party's heart. However, this scene is destined to be played forever, even if Fan Xian dies in the hands of the other party, he must continue to act, otherwise, this person cannot be pulled down from the altar and from the dragon chair, otherwise, those who Fan Xian wants to protect cannot be protected.

Broken jars are broken, barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes? Fan Xian can shamelessly come to this journey, killing for killing. However, Emperor Qing is such an easy opponent to defeat, Fan Xian is cold-blooded enough, and the other party is even cold-blooded, so today's visible killing and cold-blooded battle is actually a foreshadowing and preface.

That's when the real curtain opens.

The wind and snow no longer rolled in the air, but fell straight down, turning from small flowers and bones into pieces of goose feathers, with a heavy sense of beauty, falling on the emperor and Fan Xian.

From the middle book under the door to the deep palace, after a long talk, the true qi in Fan Xian's body with completely different qualities in the two Zhou Tian has already been warmed, and the whole person's body has entered a realm of no joy and no sorrow, and the true qi in the body is full to the extreme, just waiting for which snowflake touches that opportunity.

In the wind and snow, Emperor Qing stood with his hands in his hands, carrying a natural supreme power on his body, he squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Fan Xian with a hint of sarcastic smile.

Fan Xian's coercion had already been released by the wind and snow, but as soon as he touched the square inch around his majesty, it was as if he had touched an indestructible snowy mountain, and he could no longer take a step forward.

The cultivation realm of the great grandmaster is beyond the reach of mortals, Emperor Qing just looked at Fan Xian indifferently like this, and as far as his eyes could see, he suppressed Fan Xian in the snow.

The father and son faced each other for a long time, and the emperor suddenly smiled sarcastically: "Even if you want to fulfill your peace of mind, it always takes time. ”

After saying this, the emperor took his hands behind, raised his legs freely, and walked out in one step.

............ walked out, in such a wind and snow full of two domineering and majestic true qi, the emperor said that he would go, he didn't care, he was chic and freewheeling, just like the superposition of the current situation, the wild dance of the wind and snow, it was impossible to trap his pace.

This step seems simple, but in fact it has a deep meaning and is not simple.

There were countless crackling sounds, and the sound of wind and snow sounded clearly. Fan Xian's feet standing on top of the snow suddenly sank an inch for no reason!

With Fan Xian's feet as the center of the circle, countless thin cracks stretched out, like lightning, but they did not fade for a long time, left on the snow, and like a spider web, although in the wind and snow, they were not lightly broken.

These thin cracks stretched far and wide, and the black soil below was clearly visible, looking like an indescribable rune, with a wonderful beauty.

Fan Xian stood alone in the middle of these cracks, silent for a long time, his face was calm and indifferent, and he came out with all his strength, but he couldn't trap the other party for a step, and the other party walked out easily, as if he was no longer between heaven and earth.

He suddenly thought of the sentence that Uncle Wuzhu said on the cliff of Shanzhou to take off his clothes, the previous step of the emperor's majesty had reached the perfect realm of this sentence, not only throwing away this stump, but also walking out of this place.

However, Fan Xian did not have any despair and disappointment, because he already knew that he was facing the only remaining great master in this continent, a figure who was already about to go beyond the realm of the mundane.

He pondered in the snow for a moment, then raised his knees and walked towards the small building with the footprints left by His Majesty.