Fan Xian naturally didn't tell the girl around him about his conjectures, but subconsciously took a breath of cool air, like a toothache. Haitang glanced at him, nothing, and walked forward along the Yuquan River. After walking for a short time, they came to the periphery of a small garden, with the bamboo fence as the door, the well on the side of the courtyard, and the stone table under the shade of the west.

This is naturally where begonias grow vegetables.

Fan Xian shook his head helplessly and said, "People are always incomparable. To tell the truth, the girl always puts on a style close to nature, but this elegant place is compared with the smelly pigsty in the village, and then I know that growing vegetables and raising chickens also has to pay attention to the realm. ”

These words were clearly praised, but Haitang only smiled and said: "Are you willing to stay in Shangjing?" It's just that the master has a life, and there is a request in the palace, so I have to ask for a quiet garden near here." ”

Fan Xian said with a smile: "I'm afraid that Shen Zheng will seek this garden to use as a vegetable plot for you, which good people and rich gentry will be harmed." ”

Begonia said: "This is something I don't know and can't grasp. She said indifferently, Fan Xian also listened lightly, this is what he appreciates about Begonia, as a transcendent character in Northern Qi, but he did not pretend to be a fairy, not sour, not dry, not deliberately indifferent, just as he wants, very good.

Before the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, Fan Xian also temporarily put aside the yīn depression of these days, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his trousers, took out the household goods from behind the stone mill, and began to help Begonia turn the soil. After the two points of the beautiful yellow earth turned the sky upside down, he took a bowl of millet again, and threw it on the ground little by little like a greedy dragon king, making the chicks squeak and follow his footsteps around the small courtyard.

Haitang squatted to sort out the melons, fruits, branches and leaves, and watched Fan Xian play there with a smile, and his eyes would fall on his left leg intentionally or unintentionally.

Halfway through, Fan was tired of playing, a little hot, picked up a bucket of water from the well, poked his head into the cow and drank a few sips, and the eyes that were about to touch the water glanced at the begonia, and found that this girl's technique of serving vegetables was really skilled, and she wanted to do this business often over the years.

Fan Xianda has never worked in agriculture since he was in Shanzhou, and the hand holding the hoe feels less comfortable than holding the dagger, and when watering, he always does not sprinkle the poisonous powder to make it cool, clumsy, and finally became a spectator, and the same is true for Rao, who is also tired and sweaty, and the top of his head is steaming.

rì gradually became stronger in the middle of the sky, Begonia moved two reclining chairs, put them under the scaffolding, I don't know what kind of melons and fruits were hanging on the shed, the leaves were huge, green, green and faint, blocking the sunlight from the outside.

Fan Xian exhaled a breath of hot air, sat on the recliner, unceremoniously took the herbal tea handed over by Haitang, drank two sips, and fell backwards, making the chair creak. He closed his eyes and began to take an afternoon nap, relaxing as if he were in his own home.

Haitang glanced at him, smiled, tore off the flower towel on his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and lay down.

Two bamboo chairs, a green shed, a shed with a cool breeze and two idlers.

............ I don't know how long it took, Begonia suddenly broke the silence and said, "You are really a little weird. ”

"You're a weirdo, too. Fan Xian still closed his eyes, "At least so far, I can't see through you." ”

The two of them had already given up their honorific title of Lord Fan and you, and Haitang felt a little more comfortable, and said with a smile: "Why do you have to see through someone?

"Everyone does something for a purpose. A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, "And I don't know what your purpose is, girl." ”

"My purpose?" Haitang fanned with a flower turban and said, "Why does life have to have a purpose?"

Fan Xian closed his eyes, stretched out his finger and shook it: "Living is not about having a purpose, but everything we do and all the goals we want to achieve are for the sake of living." ”

Begonia said: "I'm not very used to this way of talking. ”

"It's just boring nonsense. Fan Xian stretched and said, "I like to talk nonsense with you, this feeling can convince me that I am really alive, and not controlled by the purpose of living. ”

Begonia spat and said, "You're still talking nonsense." ”

"I just like you...... The way of doing things. After Fan Xian said this, he couldn't help but laugh to himself, "People like you and me who don't have friends will always want to find someone to talk to. ”

"Master Fan is talented and famous, how can he not have friends?"

Fan Xian was silent, and only said after a while: "I really don't have any friends, and girl, you are a delicate son of Northern Qi, and you are in a hostile camp with me, on the contrary, I think I can treat you as a friend." After all, I'm in Northern Qi, and you can't kill me. ”

Haitang Yuguang glanced at him, and found that this Southern Dynasty official was indeed a bit of a bastard, and said: "My lord was born in a powerful family, and after entering Beijing, he has flourished, this life is frank and unhindered, and the monarchs of the two countries value you, what is not satisfied with this kind of life?"

"Lonely, lonely. Fan Xian didn't seem to feel that these two words were a bit pretentious.

Haitang sneered slightly: "Master Fan has such a powerful person as Yan Bingyun, who is a powerful official under the Supervision Yuan in the south, his wife is in the hall, and his sister is also a famous talented woman, her father is in a high position, and the people she makes friends with are all handsome for a while, how can you say that you are lonely and lonely?"

"Father is father, wife is wife, sister is sister, Yan Bingyun is a subordinate, and the people who make friends have entanglement of interests. Fan Xian didn't know why he was so frank in front of Begonia, "Whether you are pretending to be lonely or imitating despair, in short, I am not easy to do, I am ...... The son was not happy. Haitang's eyes flowed, competing with the light of the sky, and said, "Isn't Master Fan going to be friends with me?"

"Friends or not friends don't matter for the time being. Fan Xian said: "At least it's more relaxing to stay with the girl, which is already an extremely difficult enjoyment for me." ”

"What if I have other plans for adults?"

"You can't figure it out. Fan Xian replied with great confidence.

"Your Excellency seems to have forgotten that we also have a grudge against each other. ”

"It doesn't matter, at least if someone tries to kill me now, the girl will help me. Fan Xian had hidden the worries in his bones for a long time, and finally revealed a little.

............ "Master Fan, I've always been a little curious, you...... Why would you like to come to Northern Qi. Haitang looked at him with a smile, in fact, the affairs of the southern officialdom are not a secret in the north, of course, he knows the relationship between the mystery and the Son of Heaven's family.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "...... Don't sue you. ”

Begonia was angry, but Fan Xian turned over and got off the recliner, stretched his waist, and said, "I'm hungry." ”

Haitang responded: "There is rice in the house, water at the bottom of the well, and vegetables in the garden, you can make it yourself." ”

Fan Xian sighed: "Be a man...... When he says to any woman other than his wife that he is hungry, he is usually saying that the wine worm in his stomach is hungry. ”

―――――――――――――――――――――― the most luxurious, quiet, and most patterned restaurant in the capital, it is the hundred-year-old pine house, and there are distinguished guests today. This guest is quite expensive, so the owner of the hundred-year-old Matsuju personally waited outside the door, and invited all the guests in the restaurant out respectfully, leaving an empty and quiet three-story building.

The shopkeeper in the restaurant naturally felt surprised, but the boss didn't explain, this boss is also a high-class person in the court, and he has already seen the identity of the man and the woman, the male is the poet fairy of the Southern Dynasty, and the female is the emperor's little aunt, these two people together, they are the corners of the palace that can take a walk on the stone road, not to mention a restaurant.

In the private room facing the street, Fan Xian looked at the scene on the street with oblique eyes, poured wine into his mouth, drank three glasses but frowned, and called the boss to come in and change.

When the boss saw that his face was not good, he suddenly weakened the idea of asking for Shixian Mobao, and went to change the most famous green rice in Northern Qi.

Fan Xian took a sip and nodded.

Haitang asked a little sullenly: "It was Wuliangye before, the best liquor in the world, Lord Fan is not satisfied?"

"I do love spirits. Fan Xian glanced back at her, and said with a strange face: "But now I just don't want to drink Wuliangye, because that wine has a side taste, so I can't relax too much." ”

Wuliangye has the taste of Qingyutang, the taste of the surname Ye, and the taste related to Fan Xian, which he doesn't like today.

Haitang replied to silence, just watching Fan Xian drinking and drinking, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was appreciating a very interesting thing.

............ The drunkenness gradually came, Fan Xian's eyes were slightly confused, and his smile gradually became clearer, and said: "Do you think that I am happy in this life, but I am a little funny in my life?"

"The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow...... Fan Xianzhi knocked on the bowl and sang lightly, this is the first poem he "copied" since his reincarnation.

He sang softly again: "Stay Yu Qing, stay Yu Qing, suddenly meet a benefactor; Persuade life, help the poor and help the poor. Hugh is like my ruthless uncle who loves money and forgets his flesh and bones. It is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, that there is a firmament. ”

This is the verdict of Sister Qiao in the Dream of Red Mansions: Stay Yuqing.

Begonia's eyes are brighter.

Fan Xian sighed, took a drink from the wine glass, and said, "Miss Begonia, you don't care about me, just let me get drunk." ”

There are many reasons why a man should drink, and the most good reason is that the mood is gloomy and the pressure is on him. Fan Xian traveled to the Northern Qi Dynasty, learned the secret of the temple, concluded a friendship between the two countries, and successfully closed the northern spy network, how to look at it, it is also chūn bright, but I don't know why he is gloomy, and where does the pressure come from?

In fact, it's very simple, gloom is because there is no place for a heart, Fan Xian told Sean in the cave that he is a passerby in the world, so he has always looked at this world with a sightseeing mentality, even if he has been up and down for eighteen years, he still has a sense of separation from this world, if there is no Wan'er, if there is no sister, if there is no Wuzhu that guy, Fan Xian really can't wait to be free and happy in the world.

The pressure came from the conversation in the cave, Chen Pingping asked Fan Xian to set his sights higher, even higher than the world, Fan Xian began to understand after knowing where the temple was, and began to bear this pressure alone. And this secret that concerns the world has squeezed Sean for decades, and I don't know how long I will squeeze Fan Xian.

If you go to the temple, you will naturally die for a hundred lives, and what will happen to the people you want to protect? If you don't go, you will never know what happened back then. Fan Xian was so annoyed, he didn't know that before, he wanted to dig out Sean's head, he really knew, but he wished that he would never know.

Originally, for the sake of safety, he should have returned to Kyoto, lived in officialdom and shopping malls for a few years, and buried the affairs of the temple in his heart forever, but he was always a little unwilling - so he hated himself a little why he was browning at Ye...... will miss this physical mother so much, so he doesn't want to drink Wuliangye, and even looking at the glass in his hand has the urge to throw it on the ground and smash it.

The sentence given to Sister Qiao in the Dream of Red Mansions really seems to be written for himself.

Fortunately, I was reborn, I was fortunate to meet a benefactor, and I was fortunate to have my mother's relatives to accumulate yīn merits, so that I could easily and effortlessly obtain a large amount of wealth and the help of a large group of cattle people.

Leave Yu Qing, celebrate Yu Nian, what should I do for the rest of my life?

............ Begonia's bright eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and he said slowly: "Persuade life, help the poor and help the poor." ”

Fan Xianxian woke up in shock, although he knew that even if he was drunk, it would be impossible for him to confide his secret in front of anyone, but ...... Why do begonias say that?

In fact, Begonia just happened to say this, she looked at Fan Xian's slightly crazy expression, and thought of the legend, on the night banquet of the palace of the Southern Dynasty, the poet fairy first appeared in the world of unruly, thinking that Fan Xian is heart and life trajectory has been determined, and infinite prosperity has come along the way, but he has a world-weary thought and a decadent heart.

This situation is very easy to see in literati, so Haitang whispered that sentence, which is purely from the heart, and wants to persuade Fan Xian to devote himself to serving the people of the world...... Because Haitang has always believed that Fan Xian is a literati in his bones!

"The world is bustling, all for profit. Fan Xian sneered and said: "The Begonia girl cultivates the way of heaven and man, gets close to nature, and cherishes the people, but she doesn't know that what they want is only interests." This official has no ambition to open up the territory, and he also wants to make the people of the world more comfortable, but it must be me who is comfortable first...... But if you want to make the people more comfortable, I must have power in my hands, but in this world, if you want to be in a high position, how can you live comfortably?"

Haitang heard the cold killing meaning in his words, was slightly stunned, and said: "Master Fan has the authority of the cāo side, and I hope to remember the word morality." ”

"It's vulgar, it's vulgar. Fan Xian knocked the chopsticks on the earth, but the porcelain bowl was not broken.

............ "Men are different from beasts. Begonia still frowned and said: "Only the ears of the righteous are valued." Although Lord Fan and I are in two countries, the people of this world, whether they are the people of Qingguo or the people of Qi, are unique creatures, and if you still have some fear of the word morality, I hope that after your return to China, you will do your best to prevent the resumption of war in this world. ”

Quell the world's strife -- this is the purpose of Begonia, Fan Xian has been guessing the purpose! A very large archway, if it is from the mouth of the person next to it, it will definitely feel very disgusting, but from the mouth of Begonia, it seems very natural and natural, which makes people believe it very much.

Fan Xian sneered and said, "Then Sean is not a living being?"

Haitang said: "Kill Sean alone, save ten thousand people in the world, why not?" If Sean escapes from prison and joins forces with Uesugi Tiger and his son, the imperial power will soar, and then spit out the secret of the temple, with the ambition of the young emperor of the Northern Qi, the world is only afraid that after a few years, it will fall into war again, so she has some truth in saying this.

Fan Xian, who was born partially, had no consciousness of being a politician and a moralist at all, and said with a sneer: "If a hundred people want to die, kill forty-nine people, and live fifty-one people, will the girl be killed?"

Begonia was silent, speechless for a long time.

"So, you and I are heartless. Fan Xian suddenly didn't want to talk about these boring topics anymore, and changed the topic a little bluntly: "How different are people from beasts?...... Good and false in things. Begonia raised her head slightly.

Fan Xian said: "My martial arts cultivation is not as good as the girl, but if I really fight to the death, the girl may not be able to kill me easily." ”

Begonia nodded.

Fan Xian drank a glass of wine, looked into her eyes, and said quietly, "Why? ”

"Martial arts cultivation, the first thing to cultivate the heart, the power of external objects, can not be relied on for a long time. Begonia replied quietly.

Fan Xian shook his head and said: "Those who value righteousness may not be able to give full play to the words of righteousness, and those who seek profit are not necessarily unrighteous people. The righteous, the great good, as long as the end is right, why care about the means?"

After saying this, Fan Xian himself was stunned, and after chatting, it was a wrong move, but it inadvertently touched his own heart, like a ray of heavenly light, which suddenly hit his heart, and suddenly made him understand what his true heart was. Ruthless person? Maybe he's an amorous person at heart.

In his life, he always said that he wanted to make a round life, but he never knew how he should live a round life...... Finally there is a score. At this moment, he was sober in his heart, but his eyes were full of wine, staring at Begonia, and slowly said two words: "Thank you." ”

Haitang is now completely downwind in words, but she is not so embarrassed, just listening to the word thank you, but her heart is slightly at a loss, looking at the perseverance in Fan Xian's drunken eyes, her heart suddenly became a little uneasy, a little sunk, and her eyes were already a little clear: "With the talent of an adult, the south after rì is a good stage." Adults do not think about war, they are friends of begonias, and I hope that when adults are in good spirits, they will be cautious and cautious, and they will not be complacent if they are not a little complacent, so that this is the right way. ”

Fan Xian gently rested the wine glass on the table and said softly, "Don't worry, I've just hit the road." ”

............ In addition to the bitter lotus, Begonia is the first master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, with this beauty guarding by the side, and dispelling all the hesitation in his heart, Fan Xian's meal is extremely hearty, although some childish refusal to drink Wuliangye, but the green rice is poured too much, after all, the throat is dry and spicy, the chest is swollen, the brain is cloudy, and he is happy to get drunk and fall on the table.

This is the first time that Fan Xian has been drunk to the point of being unconscious since opening the box, but in the restaurant in Shangjing of the enemy country, in front of the begonia girl who doesn't know whether she is an enemy or a friend at all, it is really a bit old-fashioned and stupid to act like this.

"You're such a person who can't see through. Haitang looked at Fan Xian, who was drunk on the table and fell asleep like a child, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xueqin, who I have always wanted to see." ”