"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. Do you know, know or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin. Fan Xian read softly under the tree, his voice was gentle, but he didn't know whether he was talking about people or things. This is the first time since the night in front of the palace that a generation of poets Fan Xian chanted poems and composed lyrics.

The daughter, named Hai Chang, quietly looked at the slender and even somewhat thin body, and gradually let go of the small hand holding the short sword.

"If you want to fight, I will fight. Fan Xian turned around, smiling all over his face, but he still looked at Haitang with a resolute look and said: "But one day, this official wants to see if even if he doesn't use those residual drinking methods, can he protect Sean's old life under the hands of Haichang girl." ”

Naturally, it means drunken spring.

Haitang's face was calm, he didn't know what he was thinking, it seemed that he didn't expect that Fan Xian would show the backbone and courage that a man should have after chanting that poem. As a generation of Tianjiao, she would plant such a big heel in Fan Xian's hands, and she didn't expect that Fan Xian would have the courage to face herself alone. At this moment, she really found that she couldn't understand the young official in front of her, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

But what she was interested in seemed to be something else, and she could only hear her say softly: "Fan Gongzi heard that he no longer writes poetry, why is there Yaxing today." ”

"See Song Sidong, see Ju Siqiu, see Hai Chang Si......" Fan Xian swallowed back the spring word just right, looked at Begonia with a smile, and said softly: "Poetry is the last way, it is useless for the country and the people, this official has a reputation for some poetry in Qingguo, but he is extremely impatient to say some words on Sunday." This little poem was accidentally obtained after a burst of rain a year ago, and today I saw the spirit of the begonia girl's weak appearance, and I couldn't help but read it out for a while, and I hope that the girl will not blame the official for being ridiculous. ”

Haitang raised his head, squinted at Fan Xian, and suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay to ignore you, or try to weaken my mind." I just think what you said makes sense. You are an official of Qingguo, and it is your freedom to use whatever means you want, so I don't hold a grudge against you for this matter. As for Lord Fan's previous poem, it may be a good poem, but I have never understood this way, so I naturally don't understand what it means, I only know...... Begonias can not be drenched in the rain, if the pot is waterlogged, the roots will rot, not to mention the state of green, fat, red and thin, I am afraid that it will become a pot of rotten fine ke. ”

After saying this, she turned back, but after a few moments, she disappeared into the quiet mountain and forest road, leaving only a faint fragrance, a few birdsongs, and Fan Xian, who looked embarrassed behind.

......

"Why did the flower girl leave?" Fan Xian sighed, "I am also going to tell you a story about a little girl picking mushrooms." ”

Begonias walk freely. Fan Xian returned naturally and freely, patting his buttocks, taking his hands in his hands, Shi Shiran walked back along the mountain road full of wet moss, but after a few steps, he saw the seven tiger guards at the turn of the mountain road like a great enemy, and Wang Qinian led a group of officials from the Supervision Yuan, lying in the grass, ready to kill the general.

Seeing that Lord Tisi had come and returned, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the officials of the Supervision Yuan who were lurking in the grass also stood up, but their faces and bodies were covered with grass stains and green, and they looked very funny.

"My lord, is it over?" Wang Qinian frowned and followed behind Fan Xian. "This Begonia is a master of the Nine Grades in intelligence, and the Northern Qi side always says that she is a Heavenly Veiner, so how can she look at it, it is quite ordinary...... She didn't do anything to the adults?"

"Start?" Fan Xian heard the dirty meaning in Wang Qinian's words, and scolded: "If she attacks me, I can still walk back so calmly." ”

He suddenly paused, looked at Wang Qinian with a suspicious face and said, "You used to be the best at detective tracking, and you think your ear is not bad." ”

"Yes, sir. Wang Qinian didn't know what he meant.

"Then did you hear my conversation with her just now?" Fan Xian smiled all over his face. But it's full of oppression.

Wang Qinian didn't dare to hide it: "I heard some." ”

"What do you hear?"

Wang Qinian said with a sad face: "I heard a wonderful song from an adult, and I also heard some medicine and the like." ”

Fan Xian warned him: "It is absolutely not allowed to be revealed." "If a generation of Tianjiao Begonia is publicized by his own plot with aphrodisiacs. She will definitely offend all the people of Northern Qi, and that begonia girl is afraid that she will be ashamed to cover her face with a flower basket, so she dares to go to the street.

"Yes. Wang Qinian was greatly admired, "The adult is really not a mortal, just a few words, and sent away a terrifying master." ”

Fan Xian ignored his sycophants, and just fell into deep thought. Today's things look simple, but in fact, he has used his brains a lot, first of all, he has been using his own official to claim himself, and first grasped the identity of the official, so that Haitang clearly realized that this is not just a fight on the rivers and lakes, lest this girl will be angry because of the aphrodisiac in her body, and forget many things that should be paid attention to.

And the song Li Qingzhao's dream-like order was prepared by the shameless Fan Xian when he was in Kyoto, since Yan Ruohai told him that there was a strange woman named Begonia in the north, Fan Xian began to prepare this kind of sour and numb means, and he even prepared a song Han Yu "lazy": "Last night, it rained three watches, and Linming was cold. Begonia flowers are in the side of the roller blinds to see. ”

But this poem is more intimate than Zhu Li Qingzhao's, so I didn't dare to use it today. Fan Xian smiled slightly, he deliberately said that he looked at Hai Chang weak, so he felt something, and he thought that it should make the girl who was in the aphrodisiac very happy, since she was a child, she was the female apprentice of a generation of grandmasters, and she was worshiped by the stupid people as a celestial vein.

Fan Xian may not be the person in the world who can see through the minds of others, but he must be the man who understands the minds of girls best. Because in this world of male superiority and inferiority, there is no man who is willing to analyze what girls want with an equal attitude and a delicate spirit.

Fan Xian is willing, because he loves all clean women, so he can still let the other party slap a few fragrant buttocks despite the traces.

He took out the antidote from his bosom that was exactly the same as the one given to Begonia, and swallowed it with a grunt. Wang Qinian asked curiously, "What medicine?" Fan Xian threw one to him: "Six turns of tangerine peel pills, clear the fire and remove the heat, and always prepare and take it regularly." ”

Where will there be an antidote to the aphrodisiac that Fan Xian dispenses, just soak it in cold water and live a day. The aphrodisiac in the begonia is real. But the reason why he didn't force out for half a day is that the reeds in Beihai Lake are troublesome, and those reeds grow a kind of leaf tongue hair on the cylindrical leaf sheath every spring, and this white hair falls into the water, and the kind of medicine that Fan Xian matches is mutually inspiring, which will make the woman's body itch. I thought that I would not be able to clean up the remaining poison.

It is precisely because of this that Haitang silently accepted Fan Xian's agreement to exchange the antidote for peace.

Fan Xian thought of this section, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he was really a person of great luck, but he didn't know when this kind of good luck would come to an end.

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On that day, the envoy stopped in the valley by the lake, and Sean, who had broken his leg, guarded the carriage a little godlessly, knowing that what greeted him would be the end of being imprisoned by the Northern Qi royal family. In order to find the whereabouts of the temple, you must not make yourself happy. And in order to prevent this from happening, Kuhe should have used his power to kill himself, right? As for Hu'er...... The old man suddenly got a little tired of intrigue, and thought that if he died in the hands of Fan Xian in the morning, maybe it would be a good ending.

The envoys who crossed the border have not yet returned, and it is estimated that they are making a splash on the wine table of the Northern Qi officials at this time, and it is true that the corpses outside Wuduhe Town have been properly collected by the Qingguo side. These are the biggest evidence of the Northern Qi army's unauthorized entry into the country in a vain attempt to rob prisoners.

When the general trend is today, Qingguo is the main attack, and the countries are the main defense, and the exercise group of Fan Xian is furious and takes the opportunity to make trouble. I don't know how long it took to toss. The reception officials on the Northern Qi side finally calmed down the anger of the Qingguo envoys.

The secret agreement and the overt agreement are finally beginning to move into the next stage.

The mission's wagons were dragged in a long procession, slowly skirting the shores of the North Sea Lake and turning into another valley. Fan Xian sat in the carriage, looking at the vast and boundless lake, looking at the fog gradually rising on the lake, his face was expressionless, but his mood was a little complicated.

The carriage pressed against the meadow, leaving deep rut marks. Fresh soil was turned out, and the carriage worked extremely well. I didn't get stuck in the wet grass.

Before entering the town, Fan Xian finally got into the carriage of the manager. The two looked at each other quietly, and after a while, Fan Xian said softly: "After entering the Northern Qi Dynasty, it is inconvenient for me to come to visit the girl more. ”

The manager bowed slightly, his face looked much calmer, and he said softly: "All the way, it's been hard work. ”

Fan Xian looked at the woman's soft face, smoothed the curve of her body, tilted her head slightly, and seemed to be about to say something, but finally closed her mouth helplessly and left the carriage.

......

On the meadow outside Wuduhe Town, there are still traces of yesterday's bloody battle, and in the deepest grass under the mound, there are still missing severed limbs and mutilated weapons.

Fan Xian crouched on the car window, looking at the traces in the grass, thinking of the terrifying lethality of the black rider yesterday, and secretly frightened. Those corpses of the Northern Qi people have been transported back to China, as for what to compensate for in the future and what to pay, it is not something that Fan Xian needs to consider now.

The convoy entered the town without stopping at all, and under the gaze of the numb people in the town, it slowly pressed the bluestone road, and continued to move in the direction of the east-northeast. The curtain of the carriage is still open, this is Fan Xian's personal habit, he likes to sit in the carriage and look at the people and scenery along the way, rather than being covered by a black cloth.