The last time I came to Taixue was a few months ago.

The rain was shaking, and Fan Xian came to Taixue to meet Scholar Hu and to Jingxiu Yin Sun of Kyoto Prefecture. At that time, he returned to Beijing with the immortal achievements of the east, and it was really glorious and glorious to the extreme, resisting the pressure of the Chinese book under his disciples, humiliating the will of the scholar He, chic and arrogant, and climbing to the peak of his second life. Once the rain stopped, the black umbrella fell, and he was recognized by the students of Taixue, and it also caused a small sāo movement.

Now the autumn rain is miserable, he fled from Qingmiao, his face was slightly pale, his arms trembled slightly, and the rain leaked along the cloth umbrella to wet his clothes a little, making him look a little wolf. Now Fan Xian has been stripped of all official titles and has become an out-and-out white-bodied commoner, and the whole of Kyoto knows that His Majesty the Emperor is boiling up this once beautiful young man, and Fan's Mansion is like house arrest, no one dares to come to the door, no one dares to support.

In just a few months, the circumstances of life have been completely turned upside down, as soon as he thought of this, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing, lowered his head, held an umbrella, walked past those Taixue students who didn't know what to talk about, and walked towards the depths of Taixue.

Taixue in the rain is particularly beautiful and quiet, the ancient trees stretch their old branches on both sides of the stone road, providing a rare little comfort for those scholars who are running in the rain.

Fan Xian was no longer worried about the ascetics of Qingmiao who were following from behind, not to mention whether the other party would be able to find him in the midst of the hundreds of Taixue students, only that Taixue was a sacred and important place, even those ascetics who were willing to sacrifice themselves probably did not dare to risk the uproar of the scholars, so they killed like butchers.

Fan Xian was very accustomed to bypassing the corridor, entering a small courtyard, and walking through the wall, but slowly stopped.

This is his house in Taixue, where several students with outstanding teaching and talent have been transferred to his staff, and the books have been edited in this courtyard for several years, and the carriage of books that Mr. Zhuang Mohan gave to Fan Xian was rearranged in this place, and then sent to the Xishan Paper Mill for finalization, and finally sold at a reasonable price by Fan's Mansion's Lanbo Bookstore.

Over the years, the sorting of books has continued, so the bookstore has been losing money, but Fan Xian doesn't care about this, just like the feeling when he saw the bookshelf in Sun Hao'er's boudoir during the Kyoto rebellion, Fan Xian thinks that this kind of thing is meaningful, and since it is a meaningful thing, of course it must continue to be done.

He stood quietly by the wall, watching the movement in the house, and found with some comfort that although His Majesty the Emperor had made himself a grass people, these Taixue teachers and students who had been with him for several years were not implicated, and the work of sorting and editing the books here was also continuing, and it was not affected.

Fan Xian's heart felt a trace of warmth, he looked at the room and smiled, turned around and left this familiar courtyard before those Taixue teachers found themselves, obliquely through the dense forest hill in the northeast corner of Taixue, and followed a shallow lake to another familiar courtyard.

This courtyard, these rooms, was the residence of Shuwu University when he was teaching, and later Hu University was summoned to Kyoto by the Holy Decree, so he also squeezed in. When Shu Wu returned to old age, this courtyard naturally belonged to Scholar Hu alone, and the last time Fan Xian asked Scholar Hu for help, it was what happened in this courtyard.

Fan Xian pushed the door in, saluted the shocked officials, and walked to the study by himself, leaving behind a group of people who looked at each other.

Hearing someone push the door in, Scholar Hu, who had been immersed in the bookcase, raised his head, took off the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose very quickly, and his face was quickly replaced with a solemn expression.

However, he saw a face that he had never thought of, and after a moment's pause, a hint of bitterness appeared on the scholar's face, and he said, "It's really amazing. ”

Fan Xian actually didn't expect that Scholar Hu must be in the room, he had been busy in Dongyi City for a long time, he had forgotten a little about the duty of the Jizhan Dynasty and the Zhongshu under the door, and he was not sure whether this scholar would be in Taixue. It's just that he does have something he wants to talk to someone today, and since he has arrived in Taixue, he naturally has to come to this one.

In today's court, the only person who can have private contact with Fan Xian, but is not worried about being dismissed by His Majesty the Emperor, is probably only this Hu scholar.

"Something happened today, and I'm in a bit unhappy, so I'm here to talk to you. ”

Fan Xian said as he walked in the direction of the bookcase, and the umbrella in his hand was dripping with water all the way. Scholar Hu frowned and pointed, he came to his senses, smiled, put the umbrella behind the door, unceremoniously picked up the warm cup of tea on the table and drank two sips, warming the body in the Nuanqing Temple that was soaked in rain and ice.

"Why are you so depressed and pitiful. Watching the wet Fan Xian grab the hot tea to drink, Scholar Hu couldn't help laughing, but this smile disappeared immediately, because he found that the joke of this day could easily be extended to other meanings.

Sure enough, Fan Xian naturally followed this conversation and said: "Now that he is just a grass farmer, he can drink the hot tea on the scholar's table, of course he must cherish the opportunity." ”

As soon as these words came out, the quiet house suddenly froze, and the two of them stopped talking, but fell into their own different thoughts. Especially Scholar Hu, he thought that Fan Xian had made a special trip to find him, so he had to be cautious, and every word and every action had to be carefully considered before he could express it.

After a long time, Scholar Hu looked at him and said, "Why do you want to go out for a walk today?"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and his voice was slightly cold: "Is there a decree in the palace to ban me?"

Scholar Hu laughed, and Fan Xian then said gently: "Since I don't, why can't I come out for a walk?" Especially since His Majesty took all my envoys, but the wonderful thing is that it left me with a classless and non-hierarchical Taixue teaching and learning office, and I came to Taixue today to be considerate of the holy will, so as to show that the grass people have no resentment. ”

There was already a grievance in these words, if an ordinary official said such a thing in front of Scholar Hu, Scholar Hu would definitely reprimand him harshly, but in the face of Fan Xian, he could only remain silent. Of course, the atmosphere of today's conversation is completely different from the conversation in the rain, after all, Fan Xian at that time, although his words were unjigli, but it was Wuji allowed by His Majesty, and Scholar Hu could still have fun, but now Majesty Xià has withdrawn this permission, and Scholar Hu's response at this time is also extremely difficult.

After a pause, he looked at Fan Xian and said seriously: "I don't know what you think, but I had a conversation with His Majesty when I entered the palace yesterday, and when it came to the matter of Fan's Mansion, His Majesty had a comment on you. ”

Fan Xian raised his head slowly, without asking any questions, the calmness in his eyes was not consistent with the doubts in his heart.

"Anzhi, this kid is good at everything, it's just that Xìng's feelings are too direct and stubborn......" Scholar Hu glanced at him, took the teacup from his hand, and leaned slightly to refill the tea on the small stove next to him.

Scholar Hu turned his back to Fan Xian, his voice was very straight and indifferent, and he said softly: "Directly stubborn, it seems that His Majesty understands you and is considerate of you." No matter how big the mistake is, it can be washed away with these four words, this is a problem of xìng, not a problem of 禀xìng...... You have to be considerate of His Majesty's painstaking efforts. ”

Fan Xian's brows slowly furrowed, extremely good-looking, extremely indifferent, of course he understood what this comment relayed by Scholar Hu represented, the man in the palace still had three points of hope and tolerance for his illegitimate child, and how much of the remaining four points was anger and how much was jealousy? No one could say.

Scholar Hu turned around, put the teacup in front of Fan Xian, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Directly stubborn, this is a person in love, and what His Majesty likes is a true lover like you." It's not that you can't forgive you for the mistakes you have made, but the key now is that you have to know where you are wrong, and let your majesty know you...... Wrong. ”

Fan Xian sat silently on the chair, knowing that Scholar Hu had miscalculated his intentions today, but it was impossible for the two of them to pick out the conversation like Rì, and he would not be stupid enough to refute anything, but subconsciously said slowly: "What's wrong?"

"You know where you need to show your attitude. Scholar Hu's brows furrowed, and he said with a slight anxiety: "What you have done in the past ten days, no matter which one of you has done, is enough for you to be beaten into the dust and not turn over...... The black rider passed through the state and county, and these rìzi participated in your recital, and flew like snowflakes into the middle book under the door. ”

"Probably these local officials don't know that His Majesty has already been condemned. Fan Xian smiled.

"How could His Majesty really condemn you?" Scholar Hu's brows furrowed even deeper, and even the skin cream he had to apply every time was almost unable to hide the deep wrinkles on his forehead, he looked at Fan Xian with a slightly disappointed look, and said heavily: "If you really want to punish the crime according to the Qing law, even if you are in the body of the Eight Discussions, how many heads can be cut off?"

Master Hu looked at the silent young man in front of him, and for some reason, an uncontrollable anger arose in his heart, and he lowered his voice and reprimanded: "Don't you understand, Your Majesty has been lenient enough for you, if you continue to challenge the authority of the imperial court like this, sharpen Your Majesty's patience......"

"So what?" Fan Xian cut off Scholar Hu's words a little indifferently.

Master Hu looked at him quietly, the disappointment in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to die?"

Fan Xian raised his head and looked at him.

"Don't rely on Your Majesty to spoil you, and go on like this. It seems that Scholar Hu is really angry, as the head of the civil officials of Qingguo, these rìzi have been like other officials in the court recently, watching His Majesty Xià and Fan Xian's father and son turn against each other, and they are looking at the beautiful autumn scenery of Qingguo, but because of this sudden change, countless yīn clouds have been added, as a high-ranking official of Qingguo, as a citizen of Qingguo, they all want to persuade Fan Xian to enter the palace to ask for guilt, and thus end this turmoil.

However, Fan Xian's attitude made everyone, including Scholar Hu, gradually cool down.

"Do you think I'm just a favored minister?" Fan Xian didn't want to boast about his abilities like a child, but after hearing this, he still couldn't help frowning slightly and asked.

"It's not about pets, you're just...... Minister, I am also a minister. Scholar Hu forcibly suppressed his anger, and said quietly: "You and I are both courtiers of His Majesty, maybe you think that His Majesty treats you badly, but if you think about it carefully, since the founding of the country, which courtier has ever been favored like you? ”

"Do not be superstitious about your power, because after all, your power is given to you by His Majesty. It's not that there is no way to take the ruthlessness of yours, it's just that he doesn't want to bear to make those decisions, not that he can't do it. ”

Scholar Hu slowly lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "Of course, I must admit that you are a very outstanding courtier......

Scholar Hu didn't finish speaking, because he wanted to tell Fan Xian that if His Majesty really didn't have a trace of mercy towards you, he might have taken you out of prison a long time ago, or even executed you, because His Majesty had always had such an ability, but these involved matters between His Majesty and Fan Xian's father and son, and Scholar Hu was in a mood, and found that he had talked too much, so he changed the topic silently.

"No one wants to see a great hero of Keikoku disappear into Kyoto because of his arrogance. Scholar Hu looked at Fan Xian and said solemnly: "If you are lost, you must know how to return, and there must always be a limit to stubbornness." ”

"It seems that I have heard a lot of bald heads say this not long ago. Fan Xian laughed sadly, stood up straight, and said: "It seems that today's Kyoto, today's world, everyone thinks that I am the little insect standing in front of the carriage of history, either quickly dodge, or I will be run to death, if I have my own thoughts, then I am a sinner." ”

He gradually smiled, thinking of the batch of squirrels that were scrapped outside the Baoyue Building many years ago, and thinking of what Wan'er had said that the meaning was very similar to that of Scholar Hu, the emperor's patience is limited after all, and he is now trapped in Kyoto and cannot get out, and it is just a matter of one sentence that he wants to kill himself and abolish himself.

This is different from the siege of the ascetics in the Qing Temple, once the Qing Imperial Court really decides to eliminate Fan Xian, an unstable factor, no matter how amazing Fan Xian's personal cultivation is, he will not be able to escape this fate-after all, he is not a great grandmaster.

"Before, I braved the rain to enter Taixue, and watched those bachelors walk by, I was thinking, maybe any rì, I will also become a worthy object in their eyes. Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and said tiredly.

"No, no one has ever blamed you or spurned you, not only these students, but even the officials and people in Kyoto, once they talk about the things in the Dharma field, they still have some respect for you. Scholar Hu coughed twice and said slowly: "Just like His Majesty's comments to you, Dean Chen's matter, you are stubborn enough, and this kind of true affection can make many people understand you...... However, you yourself have to learn to think through these things. ”

"The people respect you only for your affection, but if you really have some great rebellion...... Even if it's an idea. Scholar Hu's voice became cold, "The official can't tolerate you, the court can't tolerate you, the people can't tolerate you, and Your Majesty can't tolerate you!"

"You have to think about it, this is the unifying will of my Daqing Dynasty today, and I hope you don't mess around. ”

"Foolishness?" Fan Xian laughed, but there was a lot of heavy pressure in his smile, being the enemy of the world was not something he was afraid of, his heart was just reminiscing about the thoughts in his mind before, and some of them couldn't come back to their senses.

After a long time, he solemnly bowed to Scholar Hu, but without saying anything or giving any information, he turned around and walked out the door.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I must admit that I am old. Scholar Hu looked at Fan Xian's back, suddenly blurted out, and said leisurely: "What Rì said today is a bit excessive, it's just ...... The world is still undecided, the war cannot be stopped, for the sake of the hundred officials in the court, for the people of the world, I hope you can think more. ”

Scholar Hu was telling the truth, he was originally the next candidate for the next Zaifu deliberately selected by His Majesty the Emperor, but with the change of the situation in the imperial court, his prospects were blurred.

In order to fight against Fan Xian, He Zongwei took out He Zongwei, this He Daren has a sacred heart, and jīng is in government affairs, and he is sophisticated and mature, but he can't find a mistake or omission, and now Fan Xian is declining, He Zongwei naturally sits firmly in the position of the middle book under the door, and he is very trusted by His Majesty, and he is very popular, faintly overpowering the limelight of the Hu faction.

Even if Scholar Hu is not in love with the position of power, he is afraid that he will have some embarrassment in his heart, he strongly persuaded Fan Xian, but he is afraid that he also needs to leave a familiar helper in the court, of course, the most fundamental reason is as he said before - now Qingguo, which is pointing to the world, needs a stable court and a harmonious society, and Fan Xian does not bow his head to His Majesty, but he is afraid that Qingguo will not be peaceful.

Unless Fan Xian died, and in fact, in the Qingguo court, in the streets and alleys, few people really wanted to die like this, Xiao Fan, who had just made immortal achievements.

"I see what you mean. Fan Xian didn't turn his head, and said after a long silence: "Maybe one day I want to open it, I will enter the palace to ask for guilt." ”

Scholar Hu smiled bitterly behind him, thinking that when you figure it out, what year and month will it take?

"Perhaps...... Am I really wrong?" Fan Xian's back at the door was extremely tired, and the slight sand voice whispered to himself.

However, when these words fell into the ears of Scholar Hu, it made his heart hot, and his brows slowly wrinkled, and at this moment, he decided to enter the palace again tonight.

In his opinion, these disputes between His Majesty and Fan Xian's father and son are not unsolvable, but no one is willing to bow their heads first...... Thinking like this, Fan Xian suddenly turned around and said, "Although I am no longer in the Supervision Yuan, I know a very interesting news, maybe you are willing to listen to it." ”

Scholar Hu raised his head slightly.

"Fan Wusu is a strategist in the He University Scholar's Mansion. ”

Fan Xian saluted again and walked out of the house. At this time, the rain in Taixue was still falling unhurriedly, and Fan Xian's calm face under the umbrella was not moved in the slightest, and the purpose of today's conversation with Scholar Hu had been achieved, and he knew very accurately what the upper officials of the court thought of him, and also understood where the bottom line of the emperor's leniency was for him in the palace - of course, the most important thing was the last two sentences.

Fan Xian walked silently in the rain with an umbrella, thinking to himself, it seems that it is either tonight or tomorrow, and the will to summon himself to the palace will probably be heard. Scholar Tong Guò Hu sent some kind of signal to the palace, maybe he could hide it from the man on the dragon chair.

Yiqiē is just because the people in the Qi Nian group have just left Beijing, so Fan Xian is not ready, he must control this cold war between monarchs and ministers within the scope of the spring failure, he is preparing, always ready.

............ That night, Scholar Hu entered the palace, I don't know what he said to the emperor's majesty with tears in his eyes, but the eunuchs who served in the imperial study knew that His Majesty's love should be much better, because there was a will to leave the palace on the spot, and the night killing field outside the Fan Mansion had already been tossed for seven rì, and it ended.

On the one hand, he didn't understand why Fan Xian told him about this important matter, and whether there was any conspiracy hidden behind it, and secondly, the current Qingguo is just like the belief that Hu Daxue holds, what is needed is unity.

In Taixue, he just felt that the name Fan Wusu was a little familiar, but he didn't remember who it was, but after all, he was the leader of the Zhongshu under his sect, and it only took a cup of tea to find out that this person named Fan Wusu was one of the eight generals in the Second Prince's Mansion that year.

Walking out of the palace gate, Scholar Hu, who got into the carriage, couldn't help but sigh, stroked his beard lightly and laughed, thinking that Master Xiao Fan was really a lovely person who held grudges.