MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 130 Cloth single sword to the emperor (four)

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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"Why?" In the snow, Fan Xian was immersed in meditation. He didn't need any time to think, because from many years ago, he knew that one day he would welcome such a question, he Years have been preparing, escaping, but never really escaped. This is a question he has thought about countless times, and it is the same in the recent 7-7 days.

"Why?" He raised his head slowly, squinting in the snow, watching the emperor sighing and whispering: "Today in Taixue, I told the young people about the issue of benevolence and justice, about the real righteousness. The problem."

Fan sighed and said with a complicated look: "I used to think that these are hypocritical and false, but after so many years, a person who should have, should not have, I have However, until this time, I discovered that there is nothing in the world that can make your life more real than the so-called guidelines."

The Emperor looked at him faintly, his lips and lips, and the cold voice retelled Fan’s speech in Taixue this morning: "There are few innocents, since ancient times, those who want to believe in the world, do not sway their success."

In the morning, Fan’s speech in the Taixue school for those young people clearly made Hu University students realize the murderous and decisive meaning hidden in the lines. Hu University scholars feared to enter the palace, and naturally told the scene of the school to tell him, the emperor was able to recite the words of Fan Xian.

Fan Xian also felt a bit strange, and smiled bitterly. He said: "I am not such a person with great justice as the rule of life. I am not a morally supreme saint. In my roots, I am still only one except love. Be yourself, respect yourself, nothing is a local."

"This is probably something hidden in my bones. I have been concealed by myself for more than 20 years." Fan looked at the emperor and said very seriously: "I have to live a life in this life. There is no regret in living, so I have to be calm, and if I go on like this, those things buried in my bones will make me feel at ease."

"The power of this world is dazzling and deaf, but I still can't pretend that I don't know, I haven't heard of it. What happened in the past, this fall happened." sad. Slowly said: "Chen Pingping returned to Beijing to ask the next sentence. And I don't need to ask, I only know that these things are unfair, and this unfairness is applied to those who love me and I love. On the body, if there is no more in the world, there is no such a brave man who walked to the front of me, who is already gone, where is the place to find justice?"

"They should not be forgotten by this world. They must be redeemed in some way." Fan looked at the emperor and said: "This is your responsibility. It is also my duty. The emperor heard Fan. I was silent for a long time, and the voice was cold and slowly asked: "Why don't you ask what happened in the past? Why don't you ask? Could it be that there is no difficulty? ”

"Jing Wang Fu, that is, the original Wang Fu Li, there are still a lot of words written by the mother privately to you." Fan quiet after a moment should say: "I have seen. I do not need to ask anything. I I know what happened to the year. As for the mainland, hundreds of millions of people. Whether her death is a good thing or a bad thing, I don't care much."

He smiled and smiled a little hard and said: "Your Majesty, in fact, this is not about the world, the debate about justice, this is not public vengeance, this is just ... private grievances."

"A good personal grievance." The emperor also laughed, his hands lost, and the lonely snow in the snow, the whole person could not tell the loneliness, "She is your mother, is it not your father?"

Fan’s body was slightly stiff, and he did not continue to talk about this issue. Instead, he said calmly and calmly: “There is a great vision in the chest, you walk on the right path according to you, but in my opinion, great glory. The correct purpose, if done with despicable means, is not worthy of respect."

The Emperor’s knees smirked with a sly smile, and looked at Fan’s fearless eyes and said: “Do you think that killing the Quartet in Kyoto today is a very glorious means?”

Fan idled and shook his head and said: "My purpose only concerns the case of a few decades ago, tearing up the biggest shadow in my life. Everything is just from the perspective of self. As I said earlier, this is Personal grievances, there is no great glory and correct meaning. What is the mean way of doing this?"

He paused, with a complicated look, and some sighed eyes looked at the emperor and said: "In these respects, I seem to squat more. For me, my demeanor is a luxury adjective. ...but it is because of this, so I did not like her, until I was still confused, inexplicable, at least I can ask the next sentence before I die."

This sentence is about the fundamental difference between Ye Liangmei and Fan Xian. However, the impermanence and wonder is that Fan Leisure enjoys the rise in this world, and finally slowly points to the path of Ye Xiaomei. went. Because this pair of people came to the world before and after, the soul warming each other through time is probably the only natural fear of the imperial power in this world. From the innermost part, they all stand straight in front of the dragon chair. **

The emperor calmed down, smiled, and looked at Fan Xi with a strange emotion. He didn't know if he seemed to have seen the woman after many years.

In the face of Fan Xi’s seemingly calm, in fact, the words sighed with sighs. The Emperor’s majesty did not move anger, no gloom, but calmly began to talk about other things: “When the Taiping was changed, I didn’t expect you to survive. ”

Fan Xian nodded slightly, when the Taiping hospital bloody, Ye Xiaomei just gave birth to himself, it was the most cowardly time. And he is just a baby. How can he survive the madness of the Queens and the indifference of the Qin family? Since the emperor woven this despicable and cold-blooded plan, he naturally ignored his own life and death.

If it wasn't for the old fan family, if it wasn't for Wu Zhushu, it wouldn't be quick, if it wasn't for Chen Pingping, it would be wrong. I rushed back from the border in the north in advance, and now there is a place for the celebration of the country.

"However, after all, you survived and were sent to Mum. You are a little surprised, but you can't deny it. Your heart is still relieved. After all, you are savage." The emperor looked at Van Quiet and said calmly. "I want to come to Pingping now, I have already questioned me. Otherwise, I can't agree with the requirements of the fifth child. I will send you to Zhangzhou. He knows this in the world. I am against the Queen Mother. It’s only the eyes that look at this as an established fact."

"If things go on like this, they will stop. At most, you are in Kyoto. When you are in Zhangzhou, when you are on holiday, you will remember that there is still an illegitimate child in the distant city of Zhangzhou, and give Fanfan some rewards. Come to your side." The emperor's hair was covered with snowflakes, and for a time it was unclear whether it was snow or snow. The whole person has gradually got an old state. "However, Chen Pingping doesn't seem to think so. When you were four years old, he sent Fei Jie to your side, and secretly transferred a group of inspectors to the mama. Called. This thing, he told me in the palace. He thought he was a little more than one..."

The emperor's brow wrinkled. It seems to be recalling the past ten years, saying: "However, when you were twelve years old, you were an assassin."

The emperor looked at Fan Xian and shook his head and said: "When you were in Zhangzhou in those years, you never knew that the news of Ganzhou had been sent to Chen Pingping’s desk through the Supervisory Yuan. The old man was actually more powerful than the practice. Enthusiasm, always enter the palace, telling you every move."

"You are in the state of Zhangzhou, you yell at the roof in Zhangzhou, you start cooking in person, and you are cooking in the body. The unusually dangerous and overbearing in your body..." The face of the emperor There was a weird smile on the rise. "You know everything, even more than the sons in Kyoto. So, although you are far away from Zhangzhou, you seem to get used to it. Hey."

"Then you came to Kyoto and came to the side of the temple, in the temple, in the tea shop outside the courtyard." The emperor looked at Fan Xian, and the smile gradually subsided. "You entered the supervision institute, and you went to the temple." You accompanied him into the small building. You were taken to the south of the Yangtze River. You must admit that you are the son of the land, or the one you love the most."

"Your mother once said a word, love is a habit, you are used to your existence, when you are still small." The emperor suddenly looked up at the snow, I do not know who is watching, suddenly nodded, said "However, my favorite son, but he refused to be the son of the beggar, is still standing in front of you, challenging the authority of the embarrassment, and seeking a fairness for the things of the year."

He bowed his head and looked at Fan Xian indifferently. He said, "You and my father and son have no wins and losses, and they have come to the present. After all, Chen Pingping won."

Fan has heard this sentence, so he fell into silence.

"Since you are not a person of righteousness and righteousness in the world, since what you are seeking is only to resolve private grievances, not justice, then you do not understand your choice today." The emperor did not give Fan more feelings more. Like a relative's appearance, asked directly to the indifference.

Since it is only for the purpose of reporting private enmity, since it is only for the sake of fairness and fairness, why is it that Fan Xian used to use the snow as the world, and the emperor arrogantly puts forward the truth and throws so many chips, only to limit the battlefield to the imperial city. Will the enemy and the enemy be between the father and the son? There is no kindness in revenge. This country, this world, can be a weapon of vanity.

After a moment of silence, Fan said: "I thought about it for seven days in the government." He smiled and continued: "The so-called retreat is a lie, locked in the room for seven days and seven nights, it will drive people crazy, I Also eat and disperse the wind."

His expression gradually softened and calmed down and said: "When the night is deep, the children are sleeping, I will sneak out of the room, wearing a single dress, like a wandering soul, in the house. The gardens are strolling. Those days in Kyoto have continued to have snow, and the night is cold, and the garden's old ladies are hiding in the corner room to drink, and no one notices me."

"I am going to go shopping alone." Fan Xian looked at the emperor's knees, staring at the eyes, and said very seriously: "I found out. The original Fan Fudi garden is so big, I have been busy with government affairs on weekdays, busy Instinctively. Even the gardens of their own homes almost forgot to look like. It was only after these seven days that they noticed that the garden of Fanfu was even larger than the Huayuan area in Jiangnan."

"The street in Nancheng doesn't know how many houses there are, and I don't know how many places I have." Fan said seriously: "There are other places where eating and drinking, which are inconspicuous on weekdays, are very common things in my opinion. In fact, for those civilians, they are extremely luxurious."

He pointed to the palace in the snow. Said: "Of course, the biggest garden, this palace."

"In the past few years, I have been doing a good job in my own small days, and I have helped to lining the lives of the people of Limin. Whether it is the river bank or the Hangzhou Club, I have gained some fame. I thought I was helping them. But suddenly I realized that it was only that they were supporting us." Fan is calm. Looking at the emperor’s majesty, he said: “In this case, why should I ask them for gratitude?

"I am not a saint, I have all the shortcomings, but these years are better, and I have concealed it falsely. But I ask myself. I still love the country after all."

"This country is not good anymore, but under the rule of His Majesty. The people have been happy, and there are inspectors in the inner treasury. If I don't swear, at least this good day can last for decades."

"I said before, even the heart of gratitude, I don't deserve it. Then why do I just blame them because of my own private enmity? I am turbulent in this world, murdering and setting fire everywhere, and the world is falling apart, which makes them miserable. Can I live very fast?"

"If I want to take revenge, I chose that road, and I don't know what the old man in heaven would look at, but I think she is not happy with her mother."

"Since they are begging for fairness, how can they choose a path they don't like?"

"I love the country, so I hope this is just a war between me and me. This is just a matter between us. It is best not to drag too many people in."

"I used to say that life is in the right way. What is the right way? It is the right thing to do... However, I have always wondered if this is right and wrong, and he is right and wrong. How can I use my own right and wrong? To judge the right and wrong of your Majesty, to use your own right and wrong to come to the world? What is the standard for judging right and wrong?"

"This can only be subjective feelings."

"If the right way is to do the right thing, then the so-called right is the direction that makes you feel at ease. Today I am in the palace and my majesty to say this. If you do this, you want to make yourself feel good." I want to say more than half of it. As for the remaining half, it involves the contest between him and His Majesty, not only today, but also possible future contests. This kind of mind hurts and tempts each other, saying no benefit, only bad.

"There is no real saint in this world." The emperor squinted, and the snow hangs a little on his eyelashes. "Maybe your mother counts one, and what you said today is at least close to the true meaning of this, if your mother knows you." Growing up to a young person like today, I am sure I will be very comforted."

Fan quietly looked at the thin face of the emperor Laozi, suddenly did not know why, in his heart, there was a sympathy, sorrow, and inappropriate feelings that appeared at an inappropriate time. It made him feel scared. Faced with such a snow-capped top figure, what do you sympathize with each other?

Perhaps it is just sympathy for the emperor until nowadays, still seeing Fan Xian as his most proud flesh and blood, but he does not know that there is a well-defined soul hidden in Fan’s body. Perhaps Fan Xian is sympathetic to the other side being stunned by his acting skills, and destined to the moment you die, my life is still impossible to reveal the true voice.

In these years, Fan Xian played the loyalty filial son in front of the emperor, and the sorcerer and sorcerer, it is today’s killing of Kyoto, and it is still so purely in the middle of the palace. It is still a pure and good-minded, with words as the front and performance as the blade. Step by step, stabbed the emperor's heart.

This is the heart war. In the past, Fan Xian had to deal with the blossoming of the Beiqi Saints, and began to prepare in Kyoto. It was rippling in the North Sea, drunk in the Shangcheng Restaurant, shaken and shaken, and then went to Jiangnan. The gentleness of that tentacle has finally won this battle.

His Majesty the Emperor is not a sea otter. Fan Xian played longer in front of him and played harder, but he never knew whether he could really touch the other side of the snow. However, this scene is going to be played all the time. Even if Fan is dead in the hands of the other party, he will continue to play. If not, you can’t pull this person from the altar, from the dragon chair, not so, can’t Fans who want to protect are well protected.

Broken jars are broken, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes? Fan Xian can be shameless and black to this extent, killing and killing. However, Qing Emperor is also an easy-to-be defeated opponent. Fan is cold enough and cold, and the other party is more cold-blooded. Therefore, the killing and cold-blooding that this vision can see today is actually a preparation and a preface.

The real curtain will be opened at this time.

The snow and snow no longer scrolled in the air, but fell straight and drooping. From the little flower bones to the pieces of goose feathers, with a heavy beauty, fell on the emperor and Fan Xian.

From the middle of the book to the deep palace, a long talk, the two different days of the size of the body of Fan Yu have been completely warm, and the whole body has been promoted into a state of no happiness and no sadness. The infuriating body in the body is full of enthusiasm, waiting for which piece of snow to touch the opportunity.

In the snow and snow, Qing Emperor held his hand and stood on his body. He was carrying a natural supreme power. He squinted and looked at Fan Xi with a sardonic smile.

Fan’s real life has already been released by the wind and snow. However, when he touches his body and looks at the square, he seems to have encountered an unbreakable snow-capped mountain and can no longer go further.

The master's cultivation is the realm, not the mortal can touch, the Qing Emperor just looked at Fan Leisure in such a cold and indifferent manner, and he was able to suppress Fan Leisure in the snow.

The two men of the monarch and the princes were very embarrassed, and the emperor suddenly smiled ironically: "Even if you want to fulfill your peace of mind, you always need time."

After saying this, the emperor took the hand behind and slammed his legs and walked out in one step. In the arrogance of the overbearing arrogance, the emperor said that he left and walked away, not careless, chic and free, like the superposition of the situation at this time, the mad dance of the snow, it is impossible to trap his pace.

This step seems to be simple, but in fact it is very meaningful, not big.

There were countless sounds of Kara, and the sound of the wind and snow rang clearly. Fan’s feet standing on the snow, suddenly sinking an inch without any reason!

With the leisurely feet as the center, countless thin cracks stretch out, like lightning, but they will not fade for a long time, stay in the snow, and like a spider web, although in the snow, it is not broken.

These thin cracks stretched far and wide, and the black soil below was clearly revealed. It looked like an indescribable rune and had a wonderful beauty.

Fan is standing in the middle of these cracks, silent for a long time, calm and indifferent, and the whole situation is out, it is impossible to trap each other, the other side of the step, they easily go out, it seems that it is no longer here. Between.

He suddenly thought of the **** of Wu Zhushu on the cliff of Zhangzhou. The previous step of the emperor’s knees had perfectly reached the perfect state of this scorpion. Not only did he throw away this remnant, but he had already left this place earlier. .

However, Fan Xian did not have any desperate disappointment, because he knew that he was facing the only remaining master of the continent, and he was already going beyond the genre.

He thought for a moment in the snow, then lifted his knees and walked down the small building with his footprints.

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