The mink coat is very warm, looking at the figure that gradually disappeared in the wind and snow, Fan Xian's heart is also very warm, he has lived a really thrilling life in this life, intrigues, although it is full but it makes the heart a little tired, it is really a rare enjoyment to be able to interact with simple and pure characters.

Retracting his gaze from the snowflakes in the distance, Fan Xian's heart suddenly moved, and he had a very strange feeling, as if he would have some experience that he had never had before.

He walked over to the black carriage, raised his right knee, lowered his head and carefully scraped the slush on the soles of his boots on the steps, making a sound of slag. While the snow was blowing, he thought in silence, and only after a long time did he lift the thick cotton curtain of the carriage and bow his head and get in. A hot wind was blowing in his face, and inside the large carriage of the Supervision Academy, a small special stove was releasing a chūn-like aura, which was completely different worlds compared to the cold and freezing outside the car.

Fan Xian took the towel, dusted off the snowflakes on the fur collar, and said, "The people have already gone away, can we go back?"

Ye Ling'er took the towel from him, lowered her head, and her long eyelashes modified the bright eyes and the complicated emotions in the eyes. She whispered, "I'm not here to see him off. ”

"Didn't you come to send Brother Thirteen, did you come to accompany me to enjoy the snow?" Fan Xian said angrily: "I really don't understand what you guys think, it's been more than a month, and it's still like in Qingzhou City when we first met." ”

"Master, I didn't think about anything. Ye Ling'er raised her head and said very seriously.

"Sigu Jian is going to die next year, and there are two factions of opinion in Dongyi City, and they are arguing. Wang Shisanlang returned to Dongyi this time, but he was afraid that he would have to be annoyed, although he was the most beloved disciple of Sigu Jian, but after all, he had no connections. After Fan Xian thought about it, he said slowly: "I'm afraid that I will have to fight in the end." ”

"You can't help him? He's done so much for the Inspectorate. Ye Ling'er asked slightly anxiously.

"I don't need to say that. He's the one who does things for me, and of course I'm going to give him something in return. Fan Xian said: "The attitude given to me by Sigu Sword is sincere enough, although this old monster definitely doesn't want to make any deal with His Majesty, but there should be no problem in talking to me about trading." ”

He suddenly looked at Ye Ling'er and said softly: "The problem is that after he returns to Dongyi, it is estimated that he will settle there for many years, have you ever thought about this problem." ”

"Why should I think about this?" Since the death of the second prince, Ye Ling'er has no longer been free and easy, but has become much more silent and mature, although in front of Fan Xian's acquaintances, he still talks and laughs uninhibitedly, but whether it is Fan Xian or Lin Wan'er, he can see the deepest trace of this woman's heart.

It wasn't until Qingzhou and Wang Shisanlang met and became a pair of scenery for each other that Ye Ling'er's love seemed to get rid of the military horses at the border pass. Fan Xian was happy to see this change, but he also knew that with the identity of Wang Shisanlang, the affairs of the two of them were indeed very difficult.

He shook his head and said no more about it. However, because of her own thoughts, Ye Ling'er thought of the incident that had plagued these young people recently, looked at Fan Xian and asked, "If that matter drags on like this?"

As soon as he mentioned this matter, Fan Xian was a lawsuit, originally he thought that King Jing's father and son would come forward to play blackface, and His Majesty the Emperor would push the boat down the river and take back this confused marriage, but he didn't expect the emperor to be so stubborn, under the pretext that the Fan family had already rejected King Jing's invitation to marry, and he didn't pay attention to these movements at all.

"Let's drag it first, the faces of so many of us together, there is always some weight, and it is not easy for Your Majesty to force it forward. Fan Xian pursed his lips, thinking that if his sister was willing to marry Hongcheng, then this matter would be much easier, at least in front of His Majesty, it would make sense to fight.

"I don't know He Zongwei, but I heard that the reputation is good, and I don't know where you got so much anger. Ye Linger said casually.

"Angry?" Fan Xian smiled, without saying anything, and said vaguely: "The marriage of the two families of He Fan has become a box lunch?"

"What kind of rice?"

"Eight treasure rice. ”

"By the way, today Wang Dadu Governor held a banquet in Yishiju, Wan'er asked me to remind you, don't be too late. Ye Ling'er said seriously.

Fan Xian's heart froze, and then he remembered this interesting story of Chunzi. It is said that for the sake of the eldest prince's concubine, Fan Xianyong took over the responsibility of disciplining the eldest lady of the Wang family, but then there was a marriage in the palace.

He thought that after this lesson, Wang Yu'er would be angry and would never go to the palace again. Unexpectedly, Wang Yu'er begged Shi Fei to take her into Fan's mansion again, begging Xiao Fan to accept her as an apprentice, and said sincerely, saying that he had changed a lot, and he would never dare to behave like before.

The eldest lady of the Wang family suddenly became so sensible, but she frightened Fan Xian a lot, thinking that this unruly eldest lady seemed to really love the eldest prince, otherwise she would never have wronged herself so much.

On the second day after Wang Zhikun, the governor of Yanjing, returned to Beijing to report on his work, the governor personally hosted a banquet for Fan Xian, just to thank him for disciplining his children on his behalf.

"This Wang Yu'er is your fan. Fan Xian frowned, "Have you seen it?" ”

Ye Linger could guess what the fan meant, and said with a helpless smile: "I saw it many years ago, when she was just a seven or eight-year-old yellow-haired girl, who would have thought that her temper would become so big when she grew up." ”

"It's much better now. Fan Xian closed his eyes and said: "It seems that the eldest ladies are all the same, they all have masochists, and they can't listen to the reason if they don't beat a few times hard." ”

Ye Ling'er's face was embarrassed, thinking of the old things in Kyoto back then, she glared at Fan Xian fiercely, and said, "Is this talking about me?"

Fan Xian still closed his eyes, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and said, "Back then, you were going to make another move, but now you don't make a move." ”

The carriage slowly turned back towards Kyoto amid the conversation between the two, squeezing the snow and ice on the road and moving along the deep traces. Fan Xian felt that the heat in the carriage was a little too much, and he lifted the corner of the window, hoping to let in some cool winter breeze, but his eyes glimpsed the silver branches and snow trees along the window, and the beautiful scenery was clear.

He looked at this scene in a daze, but he couldn't help but think of himself, He Zongwei was not too persecutive, but he didn't worry much, he would solve the matter of Dongyi City next year, and make a great contribution to Daqing, no matter how hard the emperor Lao Tzu was, he was afraid that he couldn't bear to persecute himself again.

It's just that this road is snowy, and the horse is difficult to move forward, Fan Xian suddenly felt like a horse in the emperor's set, forced to work hard to break through the wind and snow, dragging a huge carriage, and heading towards the distance, and the distance is not necessarily where the horse wants to go.

He took a deep breath, let the cold wind cool his chest and the heart hidden in his chest, put down the curtain, closed his eyes and meditated, whether it was Xiliang or Dongyi, he was struggling so hard, in fact, he was being a pawn for the emperor, and he didn't want to change this qiē, because in the whole world, he didn't have the courage to challenge for the time being, and there was only this unfathomable emperor Lao Tzu.

If Uncle Wuzhu and the box were still by his side, the situation would definitely change greatly, but that change might not be good. Fan Xian shook his head, getting rid of this annoying possibility, although Uncle Wuzhu is nominally his servant, he is actually his dearest relative, and everyone needs to find the most important thing in their lives.

Fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor has changed a lot, and his recent anger with Fan Xian and Prince Jing is extremely excessive, but at least it shows a bit of popularity—or an old man. Whatever the smell was, it at least confirmed that this majesty had begun to walk out of the altar, and was no longer a void figure of brilliance from above.

—————————————————— winter to chūn, it's nonsense again, well, in short, in a chūn bright rìzi, Qingguo has already sent away the countless snows that have fallen, ushering in warmer weather, newborn green shoots, and simmering green flowers.

And Yanjing, the first county in the northeast of Qingguo, ushered in a team with a particularly important identity. At this time, it was already March, and the green trees on both sides of the official road were swaggering in the chūn wind, like children holding bouquets of flowers and shouting welcome, and it seemed that even these plants knew the importance of this procession.

Yanjing is located in the north, from Kyoto straight to the mountains and then turn north, through a parallel official road to Cangzhou, to the northeast, to this big city. Decades ago, this place was still a city of the Great Wei Dynasty, known as Nanjing in history, but it was beaten down by the great emperor of Qingguo, His Majesty, and renamed Yanjing, taking the meaning of Yan title mud and returning.

As for whether the hometown of Yanjing was the territory of the ancestors of Qingguo more than a thousand years ago, no one knows. However, the name of Yanjing at least gave Qingguo a righteous name, plus the old people here were docile, and they mostly lived in the change of rulers, and there was no too strong national emotion, so Qingguo only ruled for 30 years, but it also became a familiar land, as if it had become a departure from Beijing.

Yanjing is very large, extremely prosperous, and the Dongyi City controlled by the dozen small princes bordering, especially with the Song State is more intimate, if the Qing State intends to conquer Dongyi, then the army will come out of Yanjing, so in the past 20 years, the border soldiers of Yanjing are the Qing ** Fang jīng Rui in the jīng Rui, and the Dingzhou Army in Xiliang, and the Beida Camp near Cangzhou in the north.

Yanjing is the largest city in the history of Qingguo, is the best evidence of Emperor Qing's martial arts, so the imperial court has always been extremely attentive to this place, not only in the military investment of a lot of manpower, material and financial resources, but also in government affairs to treat each other exceptionally, in Yanjing civil officials, have been raised by half a rank, and even the six yamen, in Yanjing City also specially prepared a branch office.

Everyone knows the reason for such a favorable treatment, because this place is Dongyi City to the east, Northern Qi is to the north through Cangzhou, and South Qingyi yù dominates the world, Yanjing City will definitely be the birthplace of the army's offensive and the base camp of the front line.

Emperor Qing had been preparing for this matter for thirty years, and naturally Yanjing was operated like an iron bucket, and no one knew how much grain, grass and weapons were stored in the city.

Now the military head of Yanjing City is Wang Zhikun Metropolitan Governor, this person has always won the trust of Emperor Qing, Qingli seven years of civil strife, Yanjing camp played an absolutely important role in stabilizing the country, and it is precisely because of the strong strength of Yanjing camp that the Cangzhou North Camp that lost Yan Xiaoyi will be taken over by Shi Fei so smoothly, and the officials of Dongshan Road all the way have no power to fight back at all.

And Yanjing City's civil official is also an important figure, surnamed Mei Mingzhili, is a protégé of Liu Guogong back then, as early as six or seven years ago, he has been appointed to the post of Kyoto Prefecture Yin, and later promoted step by step, came to Yanjing, and now he is already a local magistrate of Zheng Erpin, only half a level lower than the governor of the first road.

The two big men were waiting with a smile outside Yanjing City, while the officials and subordinates beside them were not surprised in the slightest, because these officials and generals knew that although this team was not the royal driver, it was about the same level as the imperial driver, and the young lady of the royal governor was also in the convoy.

............ In the sound of silk and bamboo, countless standing cards passed, and the eunuchs holding swords passed, and the convoy stopped in front of the officials to greet them. A young official, dressed in a black official uniform with a pale yellow ribbon tied around his waist, lifted the curtain and came to the crowd.

The person who came was Fan Xian, and he was now coming with the identity of Qincha, so he was not surprised to see the battle in front of him, but he smiled bitterly, and accompanied Wang Dudu and Master Mei to seriously complete the procedures, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the two adults to get up and salute again.

Wang Zhikun and Mei Zhili didn't dare to say anything, although these two of them were big members of the powerful side, but when they met this young master, it was better to know that it was better to be polite, otherwise who knows what kind of miserable ending there will be after rì.

I heard that the rì son of Lord He, who was just popular in the court, was not very happy...... Wang Zhikun only returned to Kyoto in the winter to report on his work, and he met Fan Xian twice, so he was naturally not a stranger, especially Fan Xian brought Wang Xian'er back by the way, and he had the identity of Wang Yu'er's personal teacher, so Wang Zhikun was extremely enthusiastic about him, and in addition to being polite, he also deliberately added a little comfort.

Fan Xian looked at this scene with a smile, guessing that this military boss deliberately let Master Mei see it, the military and the government, whether it is in Dingzhou or Yanjing, there will be some friction, and Wang Dudu must think that with his own help in the court, Mei Zhili, a civil official, should be more careful.

Mei Zhili laughed twice on the side, then stepped forward and said to Fan Xian, "How is the boss?"

Fan Xian said seriously: "My father is comfortable in Shanzhou, and the old man is in good health. ”

The Guogong mentioned in this sentence is Liu's father and Mei Zhili's teacher. Wang Zhikun watched this scene from the sidelines, and muttered in his heart, only then did he understand that Old Man Mei and Master Xiao Fan had known each other for a long time.

Fan Xian and Mei Zhili are indeed old acquaintances, I think the first sensational thing when Fan Xian entered Beijing was under Mei Zhili's nose, and when he beat Guo Baokun on the street, Mei Zhili helped Fan Fu a lot.

"Why don't you stay in the court, but you want to go to Yanjing to do it?" Fan asked with a smile.

Mei Zhili lowered his voice and smiled: "Where is the Kyoto Prefecture Yin made by people? It's better to run away quickly." ”

The old man and the young laughed, Mei Zhili looked at Wang Zhikun obliquely, indescribably proud, thinking that you take the door of the Duke of Tangbo, that is by his own daughter, but I rely on his parents, who is close and who is sparse, look at it yourself.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "What did you say...... I don't think Master Sun is in trouble. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhikun couldn't help but laugh, thinking that the little grandfather was really mean and ruthless, who in the officialdom now doesn't know that this Kyoto Mansion Yin Sun Jingxiu who has been blessed by misfortune, if it weren't for his daughter who sold him, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago. Of course, whenever this matter is mentioned in the officialdom, I can't help but discuss it with a thief's eyebrows, how far Miss Sun, who killed her relatives in righteousness, was harmed by Xiao Fan Da** to do such a thing.

———————————————— Fan Xian's trip to Yanjing was just passing by, and his main purpose was to go to Dongyi City to participate in the last opening of the sword house of Sigu Jian. Everyone in the world knows that this opening of the house is probably the last time this great master will see the world. And the opening ceremony was also very grand, not only the princes and small countries in Dongyi City and the city around the city had nobles to go to see the ceremony, but also the two major forces in the world, the Northern Qi and Nanqing, were also invited.

Everyone was speculating that Sigu Sword was probably going to use this last opening to decide where Dongyi City would go in the future. Therefore, the Northern Qi and Nanqing courts did not dare to slack off, and sent representatives one after another, and Fan Xian became the representative of Nanqing because of Wang Shisanlang's relationship.

As for the Qincha honor guard will bring Wang Yu'er back to Yanjing by the way, it is because the matter of the eldest prince taking a side concubine is a foregone conclusion, and in June, he will prepare to get started. It's just that the reputation of the side concubine is always not good, and His Majesty pays special attention to the face of Wang Zhikun's mansion, so he pays special attention to it, and lets this young lady go back to her hometown first, and then go all the way back to Kyoto. In Fan Xian's opinion, this is purely nothing to do after eating too much, but the Wang family is grateful for the grace of the saint and is overjoyed, so they have to tire themselves.

That night, Fan Xian and his party rested in the Governor's Mansion, and after Wang Yu'er happily saluted Fan Xian, he ran back to his boudoir and waited for the grandmothers to teach the rules of marriage.

At the banquet, Wang Zhikun looked at Fan Xian with some embarrassment and said, "In the past few months, I have really bothered the little grandfather. ”

The Metropolitan Governor knows well that His Royal Highness's attitude towards the matter of accepting concubines, although he admires His Royal Highness very much and is willing to marry his daughter to the other party, but as a father, he is always worried about his daughter. He knew that if it weren't for Lord Xiao Fan to take on this matter, he was afraid that things would be much more troublesome.

Fan Xian smiled, didn't say anything about it, lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Who is the person from Northern Qi?"