MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 104 Long sleep Fan Fu is not willing to wake up

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The Privy Council of the Qing Dynasty is making the first person of the following military. Ye Xianshuai personally led the elite soldiers to the Taiping Hospital, responsible for the pressure and monitoring and control. It must be said that the Qing court and the palace have maintained a high level of respect and vigilance for Fan Xian, and this respect and vigilance is manifested in strength.

Fan Xian's complexion is slightly white, and the traces of a certain color are very eye-catching on his handsome face. It should be the imprint of the rain and the thousands of miles of smoke. He looked at the chilly eyes of the leaves immediately, but the whole person seemed to be somewhat indifferent. It seemed that he did not see Ye Zhong and his thousands of allied cavalry.

People who have reached the level of Fan Xian and Ye Zhong naturally know that on the plains, probably a strong master can't escape the pursuit of thousands of elite cavalry, except that they have already entered the realm of the great master, but this place is still in Kyoto. In the outskirts of the city, the Qinghe House in the jungle is still dense. Fan Xian really gave up everything in Kyoto. He turned around like a giant bird and went to Lin Biao, I am afraid that these thousands of soldiers will not be able to catch him for a while.

It’s just that the emperor’s decree made Ye Zhong personally lead the army to dispose of the matter. Naturally, he also thought of this. Among the thousands of elite cavalry, there are many military masters. The most crucial thing is that they can be positive with Fan. The hard-resistance of the leaf is heavy, this Qingguo is one of the strongest standing on the nine products.

Fan Xian looked at the leaf weight immediately, and suddenly his heart frowned, thinking of another thing, could not help but laugh at himself.

In the first three countries of the world, the number of masters of nine products, of course, is the most in Dongyi City, but Qingguo is levying the world. The masters are also endless, especially the strongest among the seven or eight products, which is the strongest who entered the nine products. At the beginning, they were carefully calculated in Kyoto, and there were also several people.

However, all of this has become history, gathering up to seven or eight masters of tigers, because Qingdi is wary of the former head of the family, Fan Jian. And all sacrificed the sword of Dongyi City. And the military's strong. In the Kyoto rebellion three years ago, the death and injury were exhausted, especially before the Qin and his father died in the palace, together with the Hong Laogong who fell in Dadongshan, the big sacrifice and the second sacrifice that the Qing Temple died...

The top master of the Qing Dynasty was unconsciously reduced because of the strategy and suspiciousness of the emperor’s majesty. Nowadays, there has been a huge gap, so that nowadays, in order to suppress Fan’s character, the nine characters are actually unmanned. Can be sent. I must send the first person in the military, Ye Zhong, to come in person.

"The little grandfather can still laugh out, which makes the coach very surprised." Ye Zhong has slowly gathered the chill in his eyes, calmly said.

"This official is just thinking about a problem. If even you and the palace are dead, leave him... can there be any strong people to trust?" Fan’s lips are slightly upturned and hoarse voices.

Ye Zhongzhong’s heart trembled, knowing that Fan Xian’s eyes had revealed the defects of the Qing Dynasty’s military power, although the Qingguo Iron Rider is still unparalleled in the world. Whether it is the Dingzhou Army, the Yanjing Camp, or the old genus of the levy of the dynasty that belonged to the Great Hall of the Year, it is the teacher of the Tiger Wolf on the battlefield. However, if the small stock is in the elite, it is led by the strong. The frontal hedge. Qingguo is no longer able to find a master who deserves to rely on.

"The strongest people in the world are in my hands." Fan looked at Ye Zhong and said slowly: "I don't care what my previous intentions were for you. I only know if you don't immediately withdraw the squad." Hou and cavalry. There will be a lot of scenes that you don't want to see."

The strongest in the world. It’s all in my hands, what a maddening sentence. The land of the world is not the king of the earth. The minister of the world, not the king of the king, Qingdi is the most powerful emperor in the world, should have the loyalty of most of the world's strong, but the time shifts, whether it is luck or coincidence, Ye Zhong has to admit, the world Most of the really powerful masters have already fallen into the hands of Fan.

Although Ye Zhong did not know the truth about the assassination of the Hanging Temple, the scene in the previous court made him sure that the real master in the supervision, such as the mysterious six-seat host, the shadow of the younger brother of the legendary sword, must The only thing that is the life of the vanity is the vision.

The most important thing is the swordsman and thirteen, in addition to the Yunzhi, who has already served as the owner of the city of Dongyi, there are eleven nine products.

"Your Majesty has no clear intentions for the little grandfather." Ye Zhongsheng said: "But those black riders and an official who went with you in Beijing... violated the law of reunification, and they believed that the court would leave Their lives are "I want to protect their lives." Fan Fei looked down a little tired and felt that it was a little tired to negotiate with Ye Zhong here. He said slowly: "You are a smart person, naturally know how to do it. Your Majesty is now in anger... I heard that he was also injured." The intentions at this time are not so wise. ”

"I am very difficult to control my emotions. I don't think you will really drive me crazy. Once I am crazy, I am against you, to the officials of the Daqing Dynasty, even to the palace." Fan has a squat and shook his head and said: "You know what my bottom line is, starting from the old scorpion and going to me. The style of my supervisory school is to protect the short, that is, the person who cannot allow himself to be hurt."

"I understand, but this is the purpose of the defense..." Ye Zhong quietly looked at the messy hair on Fan’s forehead. "I am the courtier of the Qing Dynasty. For all those who violate the law, there is an obligation to kill them."

"Don't say these useless words." Fan Xian waved a little tiredly. "There are no other people at this time. If you want to secure the state army for a thousand years, it is best to make a decision."

Ye Zhong and Fan Xian stood in front of the cavalry far away. No one could hear their conversation. Even the ice cloud that followed the fan leisurely stood quietly next to the black carriage. before.

Ye Zhong thought quietly for a long time and said: "Even if I put them at this time, but the black rides under your hands have already lost their spirits to extremes, whether you let them go to Xiliang, or go to Dongyi City. Got to the Great Hall, the soldiers stationed in the various counties along the road..."

When the words arrived, Ye Zhong suddenly paused and sighed in his heart. Knowing the inside story, he naturally knows that the imperial court has arranged these days. In the intelligence, it is clear that Fan Xian was far away from Yanjing a few days ago. Who knows that he actually rushed back to Kyoto today. As soon as I read this, the heart of the Qingfang Fangqiang couldn't help but feel shocked. He couldn't understand how Fan Fei flew across the mountains. With that hundreds of black rides back to Kyoto.

"As long as you don't take it yourself. Those who can't stop me from the state army." Fan Xiansha said in a voice: "As long as I am willing to follow you, you will not be angry with your release."

After Ye Zhong silenced for a long time, he suddenly said: "Yes, as long as you are willing to return to Beijing, your anger will be reduced a lot."

"Look, isn't this a very simple thing?" Fan said with a blank expression, he turned his head and walked straight into the black carriage that Yan Bingyun carried. Put the curtain on, close your eyes and start to raise your spirits.

The carriage was slightly reversed and began to move forward in the official road. Thousands of Qing Guo elite cavalry seemed to be escorted. It seemed to be escorted. As the black carriage drove slowly toward Kyoto.

Entering the Zhengyang Gate again, and walking on the quiet and chilling street. Van You, who has been keeping his eyes closed in the carriage, suddenly said: "Is it going to enter the palace?" "No." Ye Zhong rides on the horse, straight and does not have a tall body, calmly replies: "There is no decree Just don't allow you to go to Beijing."

"Good, then I am going home." Fan Xian closed his eyes again. Speaking softly, the ice cloud that is responsible for driving the carriage is slightly condensed, and pulls the rope, and follows the ramp of Yanshikou to the direction of Nancheng.

Some of the characters in the darkness followed the black carriage tightly, and the cavalry under Ye Zhong also rushed up. Ye Ye himself is at the mouth of the horse. Nothing happens.

There are pedestrians on the street, although the scene of the French court in the autumn rain has been rumored in the folk. But after all, it is a distant matter, and it does not really affect the lives of the people. Therefore, life in Kyoto has returned to normal with the cessation of an autumn rain.

The road people who walked on the roadside down the road had already been driven by the sergeants to the sides of the street. They looked at the scene in vain and looked at the black carriages surrounded by the sergeants. They simply guessed the carriage. The real identity of the big man, a moment of flashing in the eyes, excitement, incomprehension, anxiety and many looks.

The leaves stood on the horse, and the face looked indifferently as the black carriage slowly moved in the direction of the South City, and felt very heavy. It is reasonable to say that Fan Fan has been taken back to Kyoto. It is strictly forbidden that the person’s intention to go to Beijing has already been done, but his mood is still not easy. On the one hand, under the threat of calm and calm, he has to give up chasing those A black horse riding across the country and the officials of the Supervisory Hospital who dared to fight against His will, after staying in the palace, did not know how fierce anger would be ushered in, and the most cold and hard in his heart. The heavy stones are the expressions of the vanity on this road.

Ye said clearly that he did not take Fan Free back to Kyoto, but Fan Xian followed himself back to Kyoto. What makes him chilling is that Fan Xian did not enter the palace to see the meaning of his majesty. Whether Fan is accusing his anger or explaining something to his Majesty, it is more comforting than Van Wen’s indifference.

What kind of indifference actually implies the anger against His Majesty, the suppressed chill, and the indifference to the imperial power. Ye Zhong did not know why Fan Xian had the guts to do so, but he knew that the cold war between His Majesty and Fan Xian had just begun.

Under the shackles of healing, perhaps at the moment waiting for his illegitimate child to enter the palace to explain what, roaring, but Fan Xian... but let his hopes and predictions all fall into the air.

Ye Zhong slowly bowed his head, thinking that before the Taiping hospital, Fan calm those powerful words, it was difficult to shake his head. He was forced to give in under the pressure of indifference and indifference, which proves that Fan Xian has already had the strength to confront the strength of the Qing team, and this strength will undoubtedly also make the difference between His Majesty and Fan Xia. Relationships, many more variables, and even can guess the minds of His Majesty and Fan Xian. His Majesty will never take the initiative to let Fan enter the palace. He has to wait for Fan to take the initiative to enter the palace, but Fan Xian is forever He will not take the initiative to enter the palace, he will wait for the man on the dragon chair to speak first.

This is the so-called attitude and mind. The contest of will, the basis of this contest is the contrast of the strengths of both sides, but also the extremely strong and cold heart of both sides, who will jump first.

Ye Zhong took a deep breath, and the expression on his face was heavy and calm, and he was ready to enter the palace. About this war between father and son. It is not that he is a courtier who can intervene. The reason why the Dingzhou Army intervened in the past was because there was a will, and it was obvious that his attitude toward Fan Xi’s illegitimate child was completely different from that of the other sons.

As the head of the Qing Dynasty, he hopes that this war will finally end in peace. Or... close as fast as possible, not like the autumn rain of these two days, always cold and uneasy.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Fancheng in Nancheng. The street was quiet. The two stone lions that were wet by the rain at the entrance of the palace had eyes wide and watched the people around them with anger and uneasiness. The closed door opened immediately, and several guards came out of the house with a knife and stood under the carriage.

Fan leisure walked down the carriage. I didn’t look at the icy clouds on my face. I just glanced at the surrounding environment. I easily saw that there were many dark spots staring at them. It should probably be the manpower sent by the palace. It’s nothing more than The 13th Tuen Mun or the group of people raised by Dali Temple.

The secret agents of the supervisory offices on the street farther away are still there. Fan’s lips have a gentle smile. In monitoring this aspect, the entire court is not necessarily the same as the opponents of the supervisory court. Those secret agents who mastered themselves. Still in his own hands, he has not been mastered by the emperor.

He went up the stairs. The ice cloud sat on the sigh and sighed, and was about to leave, suddenly heard a word.

"I can't manage the yard for a long time." Fan Xian did not look back. Half of his arms were supported by a wife. He was exhausted and said with a self-deprecating feeling: "I didn't care too long, but I hope you don't want it." Re-offending the mistakes I have made before, the reason why my supervisory school is a piece of iron, is not a reward and punishment, but a short-term protection."

"It is estimated that many people have been imprisoned. In the future, these old guys will not be able to continue to stay in the position of the Eighth Place." His back is slowly straight. "The official position is awkward, but you have to guarantee them." Being able to live, if even they are all dead, how can you maintain this broken yard, there is no meaning, understand?"

The ice cloud was silent for a moment, then nodded, no matter whether Fan can see it. Fan sighed and stepped into the high threshold of Fan Fu with the support of the wife.

As soon as I entered Fan, a familiar atmosphere came to me, and I wrapped up my tired and exhausted body, which made him sleepy. This is probably the effect of the so-called family. However, Fan has forcibly stood up straight, walked on the stone path, and even left the wife and children to help.

There are dark plaques buried around the palace, and the guards are walking in an awe-inspiring manner. Everything is well organized and chilled. This is the tradition of Fan House. No matter how stormy the outside is, there is not much loophole in the interior. When the Kyoto rebellion was three years ago, Fan House was fully prepared. Today, Fanfu is ready.

This tradition is a rule that has been established since the father was at that time. No matter what the Kyoto chaos looks like, it is necessary to drag Fan Fan into the water, at least hundreds of sergeants must attack. Fan Xian looked at all this with satisfaction, knowing that the preparations for the deaf children were extremely sufficient, so he also had to keep his own strength, let the fans of the Fans who are their own backbones know that their young masters have not yet fallen.

After passing the flower garden and coming to the back garden, I saw the gentle woman at the entrance of the flower hall. Fan Xian looked at her and smiled very resentfully and said, "I am back."

Lin Shuer’s eyes gradually rise, but they are forced to suppress. She just came back from the palace and went a few steps forward. She caught Fan’s cold hand and said with a sweet smile: Just fine, let's take a nap. I haven't slept for a few days."

"I didn't see my eyes for six days, I didn't think I could hold it down." Fan Xian's heart hurt a bit, barely smiled, put the weight of his body on his wife's shoulder, and went to the bedroom, saying warmly as he walked. : "I have to suffer you for these two days."

"Not bitter." Lin Biaoer helped him into the bedroom, but found some blood on his palm, his heart was awkward, but he dared not say anything, just let him sit at the bedside, and then told the next servant to hurry Water, washed a face for him, and put the brass basin for washing his feet under his feet.

Lin Xiaoer sat on a small stool and took off his shoes and socks for him. Only then did he find the hard work of the past few days. Although he was riding a horse, he had already let Fan’s feet and shoes seem to be connected together, especially on the horse. At the foot of the cockroach, it is a deep blood mark.

Lin Yier’s heart was sour, and carefully put Fan’s feet into the hot water basin. Fan sighed, but did not know if it was too comfortable, or too sad.

"There are people outside the yard, there is no way to go in." Lin Xiaoer lowered his head and gently licked the feet, whispered, the courtyard in this sentence naturally refers to the supervision of the hospital. building.

"When I was in Beijing, a timid guy followed me out of the city." Fan looked at his wife's head and smiled softly: "I know that you are the wind, I have arranged for them to leave, you Don't worry, as far as the yard is concerned, at least for the moment, your majesty will of course not allow me to contact."

Lin's hand was slightly stiff. On the one hand, she was worried about the leisure. On the other hand, she thought about whether or not she would say that. After a while, she said with a low head and said: "My sister went to the palace yesterday to heal the wounds, and has been... …did not return."

"Normal things." Fan Xian has already heard the news from the mouth of Yan Bingyun, calmly said: "Your men are arrested for seven inches. Only the old man has no seven inches to be caught by him, so he finally changed. It’s like this today."

Speaking of Chen Pingping, Fan Xian’s face is faint. In fact, Chen Pingping's only seven inches in this life is Fan Xian, but this old nephew is still splitting Fan Fan in such a dead end, so that his Majesty can't grasp it, only to finally enter the deadlock.

After saying this, Fan was asleep, his feet were in the basin, his head was low on his chest, he slept deeply, and he had not slept for a long time, finally relaxed in front of his wife, with his face on his face. A sorrow that can't get rid of sleeps.

Lin Biao gently stopped the movements on her hands and looked at the sly and sad face. Somehow the sorrow came from it, and a few drops of tears rolled down. She looked at Fan Xi, thinking about the bright boy who was so poor, when did it become so poor? At night, when he woke up, he found that it was already a dusk, and the dim light came in through the window, so that everything familiar in the room was covered with a strange halo.

The voice of the nephew was faintly outside the window, as if it was telling people what to do. Fan Xian didn't want to alarm her, still lying quietly in the warm quilt, didn't want to get up, maybe he knew that once he came out of this soft quilt, he had to face what had happened and what was going to happen.

His eyes turned slightly, and he saw a towel on the side of the bed. He reached over and gently wiped the dirt on his eyes. Then he looked at his body and found that his body was refreshing. It seemed to be asleep. The nephew wiped the body for himself.

It is such a simple two movements, but it hurts him to be sore and unbearable, this thousands of miles of rushing, strong smothering, deep sorrow of the bone marrow, it really makes him weak to the extreme, definitely not simply sleep can raise of.

Fan is quietly lying on the bed, slowly urging the two infuriating bodies in the body, especially the natural law of the sky, replying to the vitality, looking directly at the dome embroidered with complex patterns, thinking about the palace. Man, what are you thinking about at this time?

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