Fan Xian held the scroll of poetry in his hand, he didn't know how to speak for a while, he met with Zhuang Mohan the night before, but he didn't expect it to be the last one, although he had found that Zhuang Mohan's jīng god was not as good as last year, but he never imagined that this generation of literary leaders would say goodbye to this world so abruptly.

Zhuang Mohan's last words were to hand over the results of his last work in his life to Fan Xian, and the hidden meaning was not simple.

At this time, the officials who saw off outside the capital gradually learned of this amazing news, and a smell of sorrow began to permeate the official road, and more Northern Qi officials turned their eyes to Fan Xian, with jǐng rings, resentment, and a hint of suspicion in their eyes.

Fan Xian understood what the Northern Qi people were thinking in their hearts, Zhuang Mohan's only stain in his life was dyed by his own hands, but at this time, Si Ren had passed away, and his heart was also a little gloomy, and he subconsciously filtered out all those complicated eyes.

While he was thinking about it, the carriage at the gate of the city finally drove very hard, and came to the rear of the convoy of the mission under the attention of the officials. The housekeeper who came to report the news in front of the head led Fan Xian to the carriage, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Fan, the master has left a will, please Mr. bring this cart back to the south and keep it alive." ”

Everyone hadn't woken up from Zhuang Mohan's death yet, so they looked at this scene, and while they were sad, they couldn't help but be a little curious, when Zhuang Mohan was dying, he still remembered what he wanted to hand over to Fan Xian.

When the sun was dazzling, Fan Xian squinted his eyes and lifted the thick curtain of the carriage, but he still couldn't stop shaking his eyes by the things inside.

There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is a golden house in the book, and there is a thousand Zhongsu in the book.

Although there are no beauty jewels in the carriage, it still makes Fan Xian a little surprised and moved, this is a whole carriage of books, I think it is Zhuang Mohan's collection in this life, with the status of that old man, you don't need to turn it over, you can guess that it is some rare and rare books.

The dealer respectfully handed over a booklet on the side and said, "Master Fan, this is a bibliography compiled by the master himself, followed by the precautions for preserving the book." ”

Fan Xian sighed, lowered the curtain, picked up the book and looked at it carefully, in today's era, although printing has made great progress, printing books is still a great thing, let alone such a whole carriage. Thinking of the old man's gift of books, he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart, and at this time he heard the family say sadly: "The master gave the adult a book, and I hope that the adult will keep it for a good life." ”

Fan Xian knew that this sentence was said by the family member on his own initiative, but he bowed very sincerely, and said solemnly: "Please rest assured that even if my Fan Xian dies, these books will continue to circulate in this world." ”

At this time, the officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty around had already gathered around, and saw clearly that the carriage was stacked with books, these officials were all characters who came out of the science field, how could they not know the preciousness of this cart full of books, and the officials did not expect that when the Zhuang family was dying, they would hand over these precious books that they had studied all their lives to the officials of the Southern Dynasty, and they couldn't help but be surprised, and there was some faint jealousy.

Taifu understood the meaning of his teacher's move, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

The gift of books is just an appearance, Zhuang Mohan is even more with this Chun move to show his attitude, this is not only a simple gift, but also a symbolic inheritance, no matter how proud the Northern Qi ministers are, from now on, it is impossible to ignore Fan Xian's storage, and Fan Xian's status in the minds of the world's scholars, there is finally some kind of ritual recognition.

............ Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at Taifu, and said very sincerely: "It is reasonable, I should go back to the city to worship at this time to feel at ease." ”

Taifu still had unconcealed sadness in his eyes, he was full of thoughts about going back to the city to knock on the spirit at this time, but he didn't have time to think about it, and Fan Xian offered to worship, which also made him feel a little comforted, so he agreed to this invitation. Unexpectedly, at this time, Wei Hua, the young secretary of Honglu Temple, came to the side of the two, and said in a deep voice after a salute: "Mr. has passed away, and the world is sad, but Lord Taifu, Lord Fan, the mission has been decided, and the guard of honor has risen, so it is categorical that you can't go back to the city." ”

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian raised his eyes to look at the blue-gray city in the upper capital, and seemed to be able to see some light purple light wafting in the sky above. He straightened his clothes, bent deeply in the direction of the city, bowed to the end, and made a salute to the outer disciple.

Taifu was slightly shocked, knowing that Fan Xian's disciple ceremony was enough to rest from last year's turmoil, and he set the monument of everyone in Zhuang with respect, and felt a little comforted in his heart, and returned a salute on the side.

—————————————————————— the sound of the salute, but I don't know whether it is to see off or summon the spirit, shredded paper is flying all over the sky, and the slightly pungent smell of smoke dissipates without a trace in a moment, just like the impermanence of this world.

The convoy of the mission moved slowly, along the official road to the west, the Northern Qi ministers at the rear of the convoy watched the convoy of the Southern Dynasty leave, and watched the heavy book-carrying car also leave, and couldn't help but sigh in unison, and then sorted out their clothes, went back to the house with a sad face to change clothes, and rushed to the Zhuang family's mansion, thinking that at this time the Queen Mother and His Majesty had arrived, and no one dared to slack off, and the Taifu and several scholars taught by Zhuang Mohan were already crying and almost fainted.

............ The convoy continued to move forward, when the majestic city wall of Shangjing gradually disappeared into the green mountains and dense forests, it came to the first post station outside Shangjing, according to the rules, a large number of people from the return of the mission and the gift group to send relatives, to settle here for the night, and then continue to move forward. Fan Xian slowly got off the horse and walked forward, and when he passed by the book-loading carriage, he couldn't help but glance sideways, but he couldn't help but look up.

He walked to the splendid carriage painted with gold paint and painted red, bowed, and asked very respectfully, "I have arrived at the post station, please rest Her Royal Highness Princess." ”

I don't know how long later, a faint voice came from the carriage: "...... Please take care of yourself, Hongu wants to sit alone for a while. ”

This was the first time Fan Xian heard the voice of the eldest princess, listening to the voice was a little hoarse, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, and then saw the carriage curtain lifted, and a palace maid came down with red eyes, walked to his side and whispered: "Your Highness is a little uncomfortable, Lord Fan, please wait." ”

Fan Xian asked with concern: "Your Highness's daughter's body, it is naturally unbearable to travel long distances, and it is also necessary to rest more." ”

The palace maid glanced at the delicate face of this lord of the Southern Dynasty, and somehow developed an inexplicable sense of trust in him, and said softly: "The princess used to be educated by the Zhuang family, and now she has the news, so she is a little sad." ”

Fan Xian then understood, and his eyes in the carriage couldn't help but bring a trace of sympathy, this princess didn't seem to be an arrogant person, and she would cry more than she would be grateful for her teacher's grace, but Zhuang Mohan died in the city, and the princess was in the car, so she couldn't go to worship, and she was in the emperor's house, which was really a very sad thing.

He sighed, wondering if he thought of his life experience, asked the palace maid a few words, and called the tiger guard and the backbone members of the mission, arranged the current affairs, and then walked into the post station alone.

The post station knew that the team and the mission were going to pass through here, and they had already taken care of it very cleanly, and all kinds of utensils were done in accordance with the rules of the palace.

After a while, most of the people had already entered the post station, and the officials temporarily sent by the Ministry of Rites were so busy that naturally no one noticed Fan Xian's whereabouts.

Outside the post station, there were two carriages that did not get down, one was driven by the eldest princess, everyone knew that His Royal Highness was sad, so he naturally did not dare to disturb. As for the officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty, in the other carriage, there was the handsome demon outside, and he didn't pay attention to it, only the tiger guard and the officials of the Supervision Yuan who were specially left by Fan Xian were very nervous around the two carriages.

The curtain of the latter carriage was lifted a small corner, and a hand that looked extremely white and cold beckoned, and the official of the Supervision Yuan next to the car immediately walked over, attached to the corner of the curtain and asked in a low voice: "Lord Yan, what are your orders?" ”

In the corner of the car curtain, Yan Bingyun's handsome but extremely cold face appeared, and he was heard to say softly: "Where have you gone?"

The only person who can make him call an adult is Fan Xian alone in the mission. The official of the Supervision Yuan glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "My subordinates don't know. ”

Yan Bingyun frowned, it seemed that there was something difficult to say, and after hesitating for a while, he finally said softly: "Along the way, is there a woman who likes to wear a light green shirt to follow the team? ”

The official of the Supervision Yuan shook his head, Yan Bingyun had no expression on his face, lowered the curtain, and confirmed that Miss Shen did not take the risk to come to see him, and his mood became a little lighter, but he didn't know why, after being relaxed, he was a little gloomy.

............ Outside the sorghum land, there is a lonely pavilion, next to the pavilion is an ancient road that has long been abandoned, and a carriage is parked on the ancient road, and two girls stand in the park.

A gust of wind passed, and the sorghum ground was slightly chaotic, Fan Xian walked out of it, slowly stepped into the pavilion, looked at the plump girl's house with soft eyes, and said softly: "I didn't expect that after entering Beijing, when I could really speak, I was already leaving." ”

Si Lili looked at him slightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "I've seen adults." ”

Fan Xian didn't continue to speak, just glanced at the begonia next to him. Begonia smiled, put her hands into her pockets, and the ground under the pavilion was a little cracked under her toes, and the whole person had already floated away, leaving the pavilion to this strange man and woman.

As soon as Haitang came out of the small pavilion, the softness on Fan Xian's face suddenly dissipated, and he looked at the manager and said: "After entering the palace, you have to be careful, the queen mother is not a simple horn, you want to hide from her, it's not so easy." ”

The manager glanced at him, and there was gradually a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and he said softly: "Just ask me to be careful, there is nothing else to say?"

Fan Xian smiled, but did not step forward to hug her weak shoulders, and said, "Since you insist on staying in Northern Qi, why do you want to soften my mind now?

The manager smiled faintly, not at all like the weak appearance in front of Haitang, and said: "Isn't this the case for adults? Although the little woman insists on staying in Northern Qi, you are the first to say this, aren't you afraid that I will ask you to take me back to Kyoto?"

A hint of banter flashed in Fan Xian's pupils, and he said, "The girl may be the master of the harem of the Northern Qi Dynasty in the future, why bother to mess around with people like me." ”

The manager also laughed: "It's good to have a place in the palace, where do you dare to expect so much." ”

Fan Xian shook his head, and suddenly said, "Lili, you are a little different from other women in this world. ”

Si Lili sighed, and then replied calmly: "Maybe it's because Lili has traveled all over the world since he was a child and has been to many places, and he is always more presumptuous than those women who only stay in the house and embroider and write poems." ”

Fan Xian was silent, knowing that what she said did make sense, in today's world, ordinary women only have the share of sitting at home, and few people will have such an experience as a manager, and there is a zìyóu degree like Begonia. He turned his head to look in the direction where Begonia disappeared, and said in a somewhat stern tone: "I believe in your ability, but I still have to warn you not to underestimate those characters who seem to be old and mediocre." ”

The atmosphere in the pavilion seemed a little stagnant, and after a long time, the manager was deeply blessed, lowered his head, danced lightly in the wind, and said softly: "Maybe the adults don't believe it, but Li Li is really happy to talk with the adults, just like in the carriage when he comes." ”

Fan Xian looked at her, not knowing how much of what this woman said was true and how much was false.

Si Lili smiled slightly, and his beautiful face looked extremely charming: "My lord, Lili is very grateful for you detoxifying me on the way, this sentence...... It's true. ”

"I'm not Chen Pingping. Fan Xian said: "I believe that even if it is a tangle of interests, it can be achieved in a relatively gentle way, and I don't want the emperor of Northern Qi to be poisoned because of you...... Of course, now it seems that Chen Pingping's strategy has no hope of success from the beginning. ”

The manager's cheeks were slightly red, knowing that the man closest to him in front of him had guessed something.

Fan Xian continued to say softly: "The girl will live in the palace after the queen, and her identity is respectful, no matter how long the hands and feet of the Supervision Yuan are, she will not be able to control you, so whether the agreement between you and me is valid depends on your and my intentions." ”

The manager said seriously: "Please rest assured. ”

Fan Xian looked at the beautiful girl's eyebrows, suddenly felt a little dazed, and only said after calming down a little: "You are waiting for news in the north, pay attention to safety, I estimate that it will not be long before someone will help you avenge your family's revenge." ”

Manager Huo Ran raised his head and looked at Fan Xian in disbelief. Fan Xian ignored the surprise in her eyes, took a note from his sleeve and gave it to her, and said, "Tong Guò this person contacted me, and after remembering it, he destroyed it." ”

Fan Xian suddenly smiled and said, "I can allow you to give up the agreement between us, but I will not accept you betraying me." This contact is a single line, and even if you sell him to Northern Qi, it will be useless, so you'd better not risk it. ”

Seeing the strange sweet smile of this young adult, Si Lili was slightly frightened, and for some reason he was a little scared, so he quickly nodded.

"Also, if ......" Fan Xian was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "If there is a day when you don't want to stay in the Northern Qi Palace, notify me, and I will deal with this matter." ”

"Thank you, sir. The manager bowed her head weakly and thanked her, and this thank you finally showed a trace of sincerity and reluctance, because she knew that after this thanks, she was leaving, and said with a slight gloomy sè: "This farewell, I don't know how to see you again, every time I think about this, I can't help but break my liver and intestines." ”

After saying this, Si Lili resolutely turned around and left the pavilion, leaving only Fan Xian, who was deeply frowning in the back, still thinking about the hidden meaning of the four words.

............ Watching the carriage gradually leave along the abandoned ancient road, Fan Xian had no expression on his face, but he sighed deep in his heart, and then hit the pillar of the pavilion with a punch, making a snapping sound. Liting Rì has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has long been shaking, and at this time, it was even more gurgling when he received a punch from Fan Xian.

A figure floated down from the pavilion, wasn't it Begonia or who? The Begonia girl landed lightly beside Fan Xian, and said with a wry smile: "Duoduo didn't overhear anything. ”

"If you're eavesdropping. Fan Xian said: "I will become mute." ”

Haitang smiled and said, "Master Fan is leaving Daqi now, and I don't know when we will be able to meet." ”

Fan Xian thought of his sister at home in Kyoto, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "I don't think it will take long...... Where did your famous teacher go?" he suddenly changed the subject, "It's a pity that I came to Northern Qi once, but I didn't visit this great grandmaster. ”

After thinking about it, Haitang decided not to hide this matter, and said softly: "Three days before the Southern Dynasty mission entered Beijing, the teacher received a piece of wood and left the capital, and no one knew where he went, including the Queen Mother and me. ”

"In these days in Beijing, you have helped me hide many things. Fan Xian's eyes looked at the lonely tree in the wilderness at the end of the ancient road, "I really want to thank you for this, so...... Regarding the issue of goods in Xingbei, at present, I am talking with the Marquis of Changning and Shen Chong, if your Emperor Majesty needs to borrow silver from me, you must solve Shen Chong, this person seems to be ordinary, but in fact he is a very powerful person. ”

Haitang was silent for a long time and then said, "This is the secret between you and me. ”

Fan Xian looked at her incomparably bright eyes, and said word by word: "In this world, except for my eldest brother, I really rarely see pure fools, how many people do you think the secret between us can be hidden? Duoduo, you have helped me a lot openly and secretly during this trip to Northern Qi, don't think that your senior brother will not notice." ”

Begonia frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Fan Xian smiled and said: "What I want to say is that since you and the emperor are ready to get rid of the shadow of the empress dowager, then you can't just count on the battles in the court, and you can't just count on how much money I, an outsider, provide, after all, Northern Qi is a big country in the world, if you want to master it all, you can't do it without a few years of hard work." ”

Haitang curled the corners of her lips and smiled: "I think Master Fan may have misunderstood something." ”

"Oh?" Fan Xian smiled, "What are you worried about?"

Begonia seemed to be talking about another topic: "I am a good student who respects teachers. ”

Fan Xian suddenly spoke: "Zhuang Mohan is dead. ”

Zhuang Mo Han's protégés are all over the world, extremely respected by the world, except for last year's Chun incident, the moral article is not faulty, even Haitang is also very respectful of this old man, but she has been waiting for the mission in the suburbs of Beijing today, so she does not know the news of the old man's death, at this time hearing the news, his face can't help but show a trace of shock and a little sadness, I don't know how to speak.

For a while, there was a little more bleak feeling in the empty space from the pavilion.

............ After a long time, it was Fan Xian who broke the silence: "Sean is dead, Zhuang Mohan is dead, the big people of the year will gradually grow old and die gradually, even if you are a good student who respects the teacher, but I think you should be prepared for that day." ”

Begonia stared into his eyes: "The adults seem to be hinting at something." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I can understand very much, young people want to be the masters of their own affairs. ”

Haitang smiled, slightly dispelling the gloom after hearing the news of the death of everyone in Zhuang at first glance: "Why do many heavy things seem so much easier when they come out of your mouth?

"Because the night has given us black eyes, I will use them to find the light. ”

Haitang tilted his head slightly and said, "Remember you mean, you want to use it to ...... Roll your eyes at the world. ”

"This world?" Fan Xian said, "This world is theirs and ours, but in the final analysis...... It's ours. ”

............ The thick clouds in the sky floated over, covering the whole of the sun behind it, but the sun was so strong that even so, it could not hide the bright red light that came out from the edge of the clouds, like a fairy who had embroidered a gold border with her skillful hand. A gust of wind blew from the plain, passing through the ancient road on the ground, the pavilion.

Fan Xian looked at Haitang and said, "Duoduo, thank you for your help these days." ”

Haitang finally took her hands out of the big pockets of her coarse cloth clothes, and was a little jerky to learn from the ordinary girl's family: "Lord Fan is polite." ”

Under the pavilion, Fan Xian honestly and unceremoniously took a step forward, took her into his arms and hugged her, for some reason, with Begonia's extremely high cultivation, he didn't escape his hug. As soon as he hugged it, he showed a sincere smile on his face: "To be honest, if you and I can really be friends, it's a good thing to think about." ”

Haitang gently brushed the green silk on the corner of his forehead, and his usual face was not half embarrassed and uneasy because of the previous extremely intimate hug action, and said with a smile: "Each other." ”

............ Haitang stood under the dilapidated pavilion, by the ancient road, watching Fan Xian's figure disappear into the distance, and couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, recalling this rì in the capital city, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, thinking that this son of the Southern Dynasty was really a very interesting and extremely keen character, and thought that after he returned to Qingguo, there would be some very subtle changes in the world in the south.

She sighed and waved away the sadness in her mind because of Zhuang Mohan's death, and then remembered that she had forgotten one thing after all-did the Begonia Poetry Society in the Stone Record have anything to do with herself? She subconsciously reached out to tie the flower cloth towel on top of her head, but found that it was empty. She reacted immediately, and couldn't help but feel a slight heat on her face, and then she knew that no matter how well she covered it up, she was still a little nervous when she hugged her before, and she didn't even notice that the thief had stolen her flower turban.

Fan Xian was walking through the sorghum field higher than the top of the person at this time, occasionally the branches were broken, and there was a happy and innocent smile on his face, the trip to the Northern Qi Dynasty finally had a relatively successful result, and he met some interesting characters after being reborn, such as Yan Bingyun's piece of ice, such as Begonia, a seemingly cheesy but light flower, except for some conflicts of interest and differences in concepts, he likes to talk to Begonia.

- The emperor also has to give birth to a son, the bitter lotus also has to eat meat, Chen Cripple has to go to the thatched house, and Fan Xian also has to have friends.

He took the piece of flower cloth in his hand into his arms, pushed away the plant in front of him, looked at the faint green smoke coming from the distant post station, and hummed softly: "Throw it, lose it, throw it away, throw it ...... handkerchief."