Yesterday's moonlight made Ruoruo panic, and today's monthly pass also makes me panic, so much, I should thank you, but thinking of tomorrow, I'm afraid that everyone will have no tickets in hand, woohoo...... Tomorrow at 12 noon, the monthly pass will be doubled, so please support it. Another: Fan Xian's matchmaker career ends today in this chapter, although I like it, but the leisure days end here, because I'm almost exhausted, and these days are not casual at all. ）

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After the rebellion of King Jing in Kyoto, he became more and more silent, except for crying for the queen mother's funeral, he never entered the palace again, and the part-time flower farmer never appeared in front of the ministers again. The palace became the quietest place in Kyoto, and the doors were only open to a few people, including Fan Xian.

Fan Xian tilted his head and put his finger on King Jing's wrist, his brows furrowed slightly, and after a while, he let go of his finger, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The wind chill dyed two years ago has long been cured, but there is always something wrong with this pulse, but I can't tell what is wrong." ”

King Jing glared at him and said, "Bullshit, what can you learn from that old guy from Fei Jie?" Get out of here, you don't need the ready-made Qingshan famous doctor, what are you doing here." ”

Qingshan Famous Doctor naturally refers to Fan Ruoruo, Ruoruo After entering the mansion today, she seemed extremely quiet, because she really didn't know how to face King Jing in her heart, at this time, listening to this, she was glanced at by Wan'er with a smile, knowing that she couldn't hide, she stepped forward and blessed her, and then looked at the pulse seriously.

Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh on the side, and went to the side, Prince Jing's body was under the care of him and the Tai Hospital, of course, there was no problem, he just played a scene with the prince before, so that Ruoruo could relax.

It's just that King Jing looked at Fan Ruoruo's comforting appearance. It's like seeing Li Hongcheng and the woman in front of him getting married, and the smile is very weird, which makes Fan Ruoruo relax. Fortunately, once Fan Ruoruo treated the prince as a patient, his expression became natural, and after a while, he frowned and said, "What's wrong? ”

"I looked old. But in fact, the body is good, Hongcheng is with me. ”

King Jing squinted his eyes at the girl in front of him, and said: "Ruoruo, you are not too old, if you change to another family, I am afraid that you will marry a long time ago, that is, your brother was messing around back then and sent you out." ”

Speaking of this, Prince Jing glared at Fan Xian. Then he said to Ruo Ruo gently: "You have to think about it." ”

Fan Ruoruo's face turned white, and she turned to look at her brother, but she didn't know where the shameless Fan Xian had gone, leaving herself alone.

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In another part of the palace, Lin Wan'er sat next to Fan Xian and whispered, "After returning to the mansion carefully, my sister tore your skin." ”

Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "My sister never dared to yell at me. Which is like you. ”

Lin Wan'er has now given birth to a son, and she wants to solve it the most, and she is busy dealing with the affairs of the Fan family and the Hangzhou Association every day, so she is too busy. gradually raised some solemn and wealthy appearance, and the body was more plump.

It's just that this county lord is by Fan Xian's side, but she will never be solemn, and when she heard this, she gritted her teeth angrily. He twisted it on him and said, "You only know how to stab me with words." ”

"It's good to live a little girl, you're still a little girl. Why pretend to be a housewife. Fan Xian laughed and said: "It's just that the one who cut his throat with a knife back then looked very good." ”

This is the old thing when Youzi crossed the wall and entered the room, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but be ashamed when she heard him, and forgot what she wanted to say before. However, Fan Xian pondered for a moment and whispered in her ear: "I went to Dingzhou to see Hongcheng, and I also sent someone to keep an eye on him in the past two years.

Lin Wan'er glanced at him, thinking that only a character like her husband in this world would have so many strange ideas, his sister was already so old, he began to be anxious, what did he do back then?

"Didn't you say that if your sister doesn't want to, you'd rather her not marry?" she asked, with wide eyes and curiosity, "Why did you change your mind again?" ”

Fan Xian had a headache and said: "Of course I don't want to marry, but the question is where in this world can I find a better man than Hongcheng?"

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she was also a little anxious for her sister-in-law, and began to frown and think about it, to see if there were any good people in Kyoto, but after thinking about it, thinking of the standard of the sister-in-law, she couldn't find a family.

The identity of this couple is unspeakably expensive, and they are also very smart in handling affairs, but they are a little naïve in some aspects, no wonder they met for the first time in Qingmiao, so Wang Ba looked at mung beans and met their eyes. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of a single child, Lin Wan'er took the lead in giving up and said: "If you don't marry, you won't marry, are you still afraid that you won't be able to support a girl?"

Hearing this, Fan Xian was happy, thinking that Wan'er would gradually change under her influence and would break away from the feudal thinking of all evils.

He and his wife gathered in a corner of the hall and smiled and gossiped, on the other hand, Sisi and a few old women were holding the child and talking with the lord of Roujia, Roujia curiously hugged the baby, carefully held, looking at the baby's cute appearance, couldn't help laughing, giggling silver bell-like laughter resounded in the hall, the scene was very happy, natural and kind.

Disturbed by laughter, Fan Xian raised his head from Wan'er's ear, glanced at Rou Jia wearing a red pomegranate skirt, his eyes narrowed, it was obviously a somewhat vulgar costume, worn on the little county lord, and her well-behaved temperament, but it seemed to be more bright.

The little county lord is no longer small, the twelve-year-old Xiao Roujia who was shy and shyly called her brother has become a big girl, her temperament is as good as ever, and her status is noble, but she serves the county king, respects her aunt, treats her subordinates well, and has an excellent reputation in Kyoto. I don't know how many famous families are looking at the county king's mansion with their eyes, just waiting for the mansion to speak.

Roujia turned seventeen this year, and it stands to reason that the family matter should have been decided a long time ago, but His Majesty the emperor in the palace took pity on King Jing for being lonely in the house, so he delayed this matter for two years, but he couldn't drag it out all the time - Prince Jing had a son and a daughter, and he was nearly thirty years old, but he was still

Marry. hid in Dingzhou, this daughter has to get married.

According to the rumors that Fan Xian heard, Roujia will be married in the palace after the year, and according to Lao Dai, there are already many princes and ministers who are secretly wrestling in the palace. They all set their eyes on this family business.

Although marrying a county lord and going home will be inconvenient and will affect the future of the land, Roujia's reputation in Beijing is too good, and no one cares about this. As for the future, Lord Xiao Fan is also married to a county lord's mother, and now it is not the same as the authority?

Everyone thinks like this, desperately going through the door of a few ladies in the palace. There are also some sharp-eyed and cunning people, thinking of the relationship between Fan Xian and King Jing's Mansion, and the weight of his words in front of several ladies, they are cheeky to beg Fan Xian.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at Rou Jia who was holding the child a little distracted. In a blink of an eye, Roujia is about to get married, and she has been in Beijing for five years, and this change always makes people a little overwhelmed unconsciously. Such a gentle and beautiful little county lord, I don't know which family's children will be cheaper.

Rou Jia carefully hugged the little boy and got together with Sisi, trying to tell the difference between the little faces of Fan Xiaohua and Fan Liang.

I don't know if it's because holding a baby makes her think of her marriage, and the look in her eyes is a little uneasy and confused. Sisi, this girl, has been a mother for two years. Every day, Wan'er presides over the affairs of the house, but these are not big or small that have been cultivated by Fan Xian, and they have not changed at all. actually came to Roujia's ear and said a few words.

Sisi spoke in a very low voice, but the eyes of the county lord of Roujia were getting brighter and brighter, and he nodded again and again.

"This girl, I don't know what the hell I have in mind. Lin Wan'er's eyes were sharp, and when she saw this scene, she reminded Fan Xian.

Fan Xian also had some drumming in his heart, and then watched the county lord of Roujia hand the child to the old woman, tidied up his skirt, and slowly walked over.

Rou Jia bowed to him deeply, half-squatted on the ground, and said softly, "Brother Xian." ”

It's been five years, every time his face is flushed, he answers shyly, and the gentle little county lord says the three words "Brother Xian", Fan Xian will be numb and soft, and he can't wait to run away. He hurriedly helped him up and said, "Sister Roujia, how can this be done." ”

The little county lord refused to get up, and said with a rare stubbornness: "Brother Xian has to allow me one thing, otherwise my sister won't get up." ”

"Gotta say it first, and then see if I can do it. Fan Xian looked at Sisi who didn't do anything, and sighed in his heart, feeling that this matter must be troublesome.

Rou Jia was slightly ashamed, her face turned red, and she said in a mosquito-like voice: "After the year, I will have to point out my relatives in the palace, and I hope that my brother will be the master." ”

Fan Xian was taken aback, thinking to himself, how can he be in charge of this kind of thing? As if guessing what he was thinking, the county lord of Roujia said: "Brother is the Zhengqing of Taichang Temple, how can he not be the master?"

Fan Xian's mouth was bitter, thinking that Taichang Temple Zhengqing is really not a human being, whether it is the eldest prince and concubine or the county lord marrying, how can he waste his head!

As soon as he thought of this, he had great anger towards Ren Shao'an, originally Ren Shao'an was his close friend, and he was the most powerful support of the three temples in the court, but the grandmaster battle of Dadongshan in the past two years actually scared this Lord Ren out of his courage, and within half a year, he found another place to send an envoy to run away, and as a result, the position of Taichang Temple Zhengqing was naturally handed over to Fan Xian's hands.

Fan Xian pondered for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "You are the mother of the dignified county lord, and the marriage is naturally a matter of talking in the palace, how can I interject." ”

Rou Jia raised her face, her eyes were red, and she said: "If your sister's marriage, you have a way, why can't Rou Jia?

It was another idle brother, and there was endless resentment in his eyes, Fan Xian didn't know what this little county lord was thinking, and secretly complained to himself.

The two of them are cousins, and Rou Jia gradually broke off this thought after she grew up, but where can the object of the girl's spring sprout be easily erased, even if Rou Jia has no thoughts about Fan Xian, she still regards him as the most reliable brother, even closer than Hongcheng.

Fan Xian was helpless, looking at the tears in Rou Jia's eyes that seemed to be about to fall, and the cute expression of the little girl under the grape trellis seemed to appear in front of him, his heart was soft, and he was really reluctant to let the palace arbitrarily point to the marriage, and he suddenly said arrogantly: "Let's go, leave this matter to me, I will pick out all the young people of the right age in Beijing, and let you pick them up by yourself through the curtain!"

"If you can choose a concubine in the palace, I can also choose a good concubine for you. ”

As soon as I heard this. The room was full of shock, thinking that this was too unseemly, but Rou Jia turned her sadness into joy, laughed happily, and was blessed and blessed by Fan Xian. He stood beside him cautiously, holding the corner of his sleeve, as if he was afraid that his words would not count, so he ran away all the time, and said happily: "Thank you, Brother Xian." ”

Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled, thinking that the idea she came up with was really good, her husband really couldn't bear it, and probably only he was a scoundrel. will come up with the shocking idea of picking up a horse through the curtain.

At this moment, Lin Dabao, who was following the servant to make a mess of King Jing's vegetable garden, walked over from outside the hall, his body was covered with mud, and his hands were also black. When Lin Wan'er saw it, she hurriedly greeted her, and distressed asked people to fetch water and wash their hands.

How did you know that Dabao just looked at Fan Xian and Roujia who was holding his sleeve in a daze. Thinking about why this little sister wanted to grab her own place, she was in a bad mood, took Wan'er's hand and walked to Fan Xiandi's side, grabbing Fan Xian's other sleeve. Xiang Roujia glared at her and muttered, "Xiao Xianxian, I'm hungry and want to eat steamed buns." ”

Everyone laughed, only Fan Xian's expression was extremely helpless.

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Lord Roujia and Fan Ruoruo grew up together since childhood. The friendship is naturally excellent, if you return to Kyoto for the first time, the two girls don't know how much to talk about. It was not even finished in the evening, and with a wave of his hand, Prince Jing asked the county lord to follow the carriage of Fan's mansion, and it was not too late to stay in Fan's mansion for five or six or seven days before returning to the palace.

Two days later, Fan Xian took his sister out of the city again. This time I went to Chen Garden in the suburbs, the road was far away and difficult to walk, and there were more beautiful concubines in the newly repaired Chen Garden, so Wan'er and Sisi had a headache when they went once

So this time he resolutely did not go, but the lord of Roujia was afraid that Chen Laoyuan would not go.

Fan Xian's brother and sister had to go by themselves, Chen Pingping is an elder, plus his comrade-in-arms relationship with Fan Jian, after Fan Ruoruo returns to Beijing, if he doesn't go to visit, he can't say anything.

As soon as I entered Chen Garden, the scenery was still the same, perhaps better than before, the fire in the old Qin family's rebellion, except for giving Chen Pingping more reasons to ask for silver from the inner treasury, did not cause any impact, the Qingqing rockery is still that mountain, the ambush mechanism in the outer mountains and forests is still strict, the beauty and concubine in the garden are still so beautiful, and even the one who sings the song is still Sang Wen's sister.

After entering the park, Fan Xian wanted to tell Chen Pingping in detail about His Majesty's arrangement in Xiliangdi and the disposal of the courtyard, but Lao Tzu, who was in a wheelchair, waved his hand and directly stopped him from speaking.

It's been two years, and since Fan Jian told the old man to return to Shanzhou, Chen Pingping has put down all the power of the supervision institute, and he doesn't even want to listen to it, which hides a deep meaning, maybe Fan Xian can understand a thing or two, but he is still not used to it.

Because he opened his eyes in this life, the first person he saw was Uncle Wuzhu and the old man in the wheelchair, from the time of Lanzhou, until after entering Beijing, his whole life was carefully cared for and brutally polished by the old man to grow up, Chen Pingping's intention ran through his life, just like the tree in the back garden of Shanzhou, sheltering him from the wind and rain.

He was accustomed to Chen Pingping standing behind him and solving his biggest troubles, and once Chen Pingping fell into silence, he fell into a slight uneasiness.

Now Chen Pingping is aging, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are getting deeper and deeper, but fortunately, she doesn't have to deal with hospital affairs in two years, but she just relaxes in Chen Yuan, and her spirit is still good. He didn't care that Fan Xian was a little uneasy at this time, and smiled and gossiped with Fan Ruoruo, mentioning the green mountain in Northern Qi, and talking about the death of the bitter lotus land, he also sighed a little.

Lao Tzu is becoming more and more like an ordinary old man at the entrance of the village, rather than the dark monarch who controlled the world back then, this kind of change, even Fan Ruoruo was a little uncomfortable for a while.

After coming out of Chen Yuan, in the carriage, Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and asked softly, "How long can he live?"

Bringing Ruoruo here today, firstly, to visit, and secondly, to borrow my sister's superb medical skills from Qingshan to confirm Chen Pingping's deadline. Of course, Fan Xian hopes that this old man can have a longer and happier old age.

"The dean suffered several extremely serious injuries more than ten years ago, his legs were broken early, his meridians were blocked, and he was poisoned again two years ago. Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly, a little puzzled, "But in the past two years, the hospital has been very well conditioned, and it should be able to support it for a few years." ”

Fan Xian didn't make a sound, took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and handed them over, and said: "Tai Hospital doesn't seem to have such a good means to prescribe this prescription, which can take care of the old dean's body so well, even more powerful than Mr. Fei." ”

Fan Ruoruo took the prescription and examined it carefully, she was shocked, and couldn't help but glance at her brother and said, "This is the prescription prescribed by Chen Yuan?"

"Doesn't that sound familiar?"

"The level of medication diagnosis is above me, very accurate, and there is no superfluity...... And the technique is familiar. ”

Fan Ruoruo bit her lower lip lightly, knowing what her brother meant by letting him see this prescription. The practice of medicine is actually like the practice of martial arts, each has its own school, how long does each medicine last, what symptoms are used, what techniques are used, as long as it is a character who has been immersed in the medical Tao for a long time, he can always smell some taste, not to mention that the person who wrote these prescriptions has a lot of relationship with Fan Ruoruo.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and said, "Is it that Mu Peng who taught you medical skills on Qingshan that he hasn't returned to Northern Qi for two years?"

Fan Ruoruo looked at her brother and nodded, and stopped talking. Fan Xian knew what his sister was worried about, Mu Peng, the introductory disciple of Kuhe, was his sister's teacher in medical skills in a sense, and of course his sister didn't want his brother to make a move on him.

"It's too late for me to thank him, how can I deal with him, I just don't understand, as a disciple of Tianyi, why did he come to Nanqing to do this. Fan Xian closed his eyes and said coldly.

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The easiest way to investigate a matter is to confront it in court and ask it face to face, especially if it involves an ulterior secret.

On a cloudy afternoon, a man in black wearing a hat walked directly up to a small two-story building, quietly entered, turned his palm over, and a black dagger poked over faintly, gently across a person's neck.

The room was set up in a simple way, and the man was packing up his package by the bedside, as if he was preparing to travel far away. He was dressed as a langzhong, and at this time he felt a chill on his neck, which made the hairs on his neck stand up.

His name is Mu Peng, he is the second disciple of Kuhe, the most skilled doctor in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty, two years ago, he was ordered by the master to go deep into Nanqing, tried every way to get close to Chen Pingping, and used his wonderful medical skills to gain Chen Pingping's trust, and found an excuse to hide his identity.

Although he was a doctor, how could the disciple of Kuhe be an ordinary person, who could be quietly touched into the door by the noise of the lotus pond and put his sword across his neck, he knew that the assassin behind him must be the top person in the world.

Mu Peng didn't look back, and he didn't see how he moved, but he saw a cloud of powder hit the face of the man in black with a pop, and this hand was extremely cold, and he was extremely skilled. Tianyi introductory disciple, it is really not simple!

The powder fell down the hat, and Fan Xian closed his eyes, not snorting, not even breathing, because he knew that this powder contained a terrible toxin - in a miscalculation, he did not smear the dagger, but gently picked it with his fingertips, and pierced a poisonous needle into the back of Mu Peng's neck.

Mu Peng's body was numb, and before his body stiffened, he smashed the small porcelain bottle in the package with a snap, and poisonous smoke sprayed out. The green cloth flickered, and Fan Xian's hand poked out from behind him like electricity, and he only used a piece of cloth to gather those poisonous smoke in it, and not a single wisp of it leaked out.