After an indeterminable amount of time, Fan Xian climbed out of the snow. His movements were slow, as if he had not yet shaken off his earlier emotions. This fire stick was well protected. He had spent a lot of time putting the three parts back together. He found that all the parts were in good condition. Even the optical sight was perfect. Only now did Fan Xian realize how stupid it was for him to kick the box twice.
He was a military illiterate, so it took him many days just to familiarize himself with the weapon in his hands. After he actually started training, he found that there was always a big gap between ideals and reality. When you found the sun shining into your dreams, you suddenly realized that dreams were fake.
How to measure the distance, how to aim, and how to ensure smooth movement were not things that the people of this world could know. Fan Xian had no teacher, so he could only slowly figure it out himself. The further he aimed, the harder it was to hit the target. As for calculating the influence of the wind and measuring the distance, these were even more difficult problems.
Fortunately, there were many special qualities in his body that made up for these shortcomings. First of all, he was very calm, with a calmness that was similar to Wu Zhu's. Second, he was very stable. The nameless Tyrannical zhenqi kept his body in a very balanced state. Most importantly, he was very patient. He had the patience of a hunter. This was thanks to the encounters in his previous life and the "afternoon nap" in this life. As long as the energy in his body could keep up, Fan Xian believed that he could hide in one place and not move for a whole day.
After climbing out of the snow, he felt that his body was a bit frozen. He slowly activated the zhenqi in his body to ease the numbness in his limbs. He then looked at Wu Zhu, who was standing like a flagpole beside him. He shook his head. "If my opponent was Yan Xiaoyi, I can't guarantee that before I hit him, I wouldn't be killed by his arrows."
Wu Zhu coldly said, "You don't have to use this."
Fan Xian didn't quite understand what he meant. Holding the sniper rifle, he sat in the snow and frowned. "In reality, I know that my strength is between the upper eighth and lower ninth levels. Uncle always hid it from me in the past because he didn't want me to be careless. But in the future, if I have to deal with the upper ninth level aces, it will be better to have a weapon that others don't know about in my hands. "
Wu Zhu said, "In my opinion, you are still only at the level of the seventh level."
Fan Xian laughed self-mockingly. "Then I can still kill Cheng Jushu and exchange blows with Gong Dian."
Wu Zhu said woodenly, "Gong Dian is of the eighth level, and Cheng Jushu is at most of the seventh level. Perhaps... in the past ten years in Danzhou, the martial arts of the entire world have declined."
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Fan Xian furrowed his brows and patted the snow off his buttocks. Although he didn't say anything, hearing these words, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling. As for why it was strange, he couldn't explain it at the moment. He shook his head and said, "I need to make myself stronger. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect the people beside me. Wan'er, the royal family, the Eldest Princess, and Ruoruo? Don't forget, she is also a poor child without a mother. "
Wu Zhu was silent.
Fan Xian smiled slightly. At this moment, the moon shone on the snowy mountain. The night was slightly bright, making his face appear even more beautiful and pure. He watched as a few snow seeds landed on the black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes. For some reason, his heart jumped, and he did something that he had never dared to do in his entire life.
He took a step forward and carefully stretched out his hand, wanting to pick the snow off of Wu Zhu's eyes. His movement was very gentle.
Wu Zhu took a step back. The timing of this step was perfect, and it made Fan Xian's right hand awkwardly pause in the air, about half a foot away from Wu Zhu's face.
"Go back." Wu Zhu took the sniper rifle from his hand, turned, and disappeared into the darkness.
Fan Xian looked at the place where he disappeared, and a faint sadness welled up in his heart. This was a powerful warrior who had lost his memory, and only had a small part of his past. What would his future be like?
— — —
Time was lost in the mountains. Every day, Fan Xian, with great discipline, woke up early in the morning and practiced martial arts. At night, he would also take some time to learn the skills of the night walker with Wu Zhu. Most of his days were spent with Lin Wan'er and his sister, watching the girls of the manor gather together to compete in poetry, painting, music, and card games. The days passed in a flash.
In between, Ye Ling'er and Princess Rou Jia also came to stay for a short time. A few of the noble young ladies inevitably had a small poetry meeting. Rou Jia seemed to have shaken off the sadness of Fan Xian's wedding. Her eyes were as gentle as water, and she begged her brother Fan to write a few poems for her to listen to. Fan Xian could not fall for such a trick. He used the excuse of going up the mountain to fight a tigress and escaped.
Near the end of the year, Fan Sizhe, who had, with great difficulty, finally shaken off the troubles of his family studies, eagerly sat in the carriage up the Cang Mountains. He happily pulled his sister-in-law, whom he had not seen for over a month, to play mahjong. In his opinion, being able to find Lin Wan'er at the mahjong table was like a peerless swordsman finding an ace worthy of being his enemy. As the saying goes, life is as lonely as snow …
Of course, Fan Xian and his sister gathered in the manor. As the young master, he would not forget his wife's brother. He had long sent Teng Zijing, who had recovered, to bring Da Bao over. Along the way, Wang Qinian's group secretly escorted them, so there shouldn't be any problems.
That day, after lunch, Fan Xian had the servants hitch up the carriage. He and Lin Wan'er went down the mountain 10 li to welcome Da Bao. Not long after, they saw the carriage arrive. After the carriage stopped, Teng Zijing quickly went up to greet Fan Xian and the princess. Lin Wan'er knew that this person was Fan Xian's first trusted aide after entering the capital, so she treated him warmly. However, her heart had long floated to the carriage.
"Xiao Xianxian."
Needless to say, it was obvious that Da Bao had alighted from the carriage. Fan Xian laughed bitterly and cupped his hands in salute. He then went up to greet his brother-in-law, who he hadn't seen for several months, and whose figure was still bloated. Da Bao looked at the surrounding mountain scenery with some curiosity. He opened his mouth wide and laughed foolishly. "The snow in the capital is much lighter."
The snow on Cang Mountain was heavy, and a lot had accumulated on the road. Lin Wan'er looked at the snowflakes on her brother's hair and walked up to him, feeling sorry for him. She helped him wipe them off and put the fox fur cloak she had prepared on him. "Father," she complained. "He knew it was cold on Cang Mountain, but he didn't prepare more clothes."
Fan Xian smiled. The Prime Minister was a man, after all, and there weren't many women in the Lin manor. No matter how much he loved Da Bao, he couldn't take care of everything. He then turned to Teng Zijing. "Did anything happen on the road?"
"No," Teng Zijing replied calmly. Teng Zijing replied calmly, "At the crossroads before entering the mountain, we fought with another family's carriage for the winter. Seeing that we were in the Prime Minister's carriage, they let us pass."
Admiring the snowy scenery on Cang Mountain and avoiding the midsummer was a favorite activity of the nobles in the capital. Furthermore, there were soldiers guarding the entrance to the mountain. This was only a small matter, and Fan Xian didn't take it to heart. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he prepared to go up the mountain.
Unexpectedly, he heard the hurried sound of hooves coming from behind him. Not long after, a group of carriages aggressively drove up. This was where the road split, so it became very crowded and difficult to continue.
"It's them," Teng Zijing said with some embarrassment. "Young Master, I didn't say it because I didn't want you to be angry."
The servants in the carriage saw that they were stuck here and began to curse. Fan Xian squinted and looked over. He realized that it was the carriage of the Minister of Rites, Guo You's family. He couldn't help but smile, thinking about something.
They didn't react, but the other side understood. It was the carriage of the Prime Minister's manor, which had blocked the road once at the foot of the mountain. The Guo family didn't dare to fight with the Prime Minister's manor, so their arrogance was greatly reduced.
"The carriages of the Prime Minister's manor can't always block the road and not let people pass. We've already let you pass once. Can't you move a little faster?" A somewhat familiar voice came from the Guo family carriage.
Immediately afterward, a luxuriously dressed young master came down from the carriage. He pointed at Teng Zijing and the others and shouted, "Hurry up and get out of the way! Prime Minister Lin is still in the capital. I don't know what you people are doing in Cang Mountain. "
"Brother Guo?" Fan Xian was overjoyed. He cupped his hands in greeting.
Guo Baokun heard someone call out to him, and it sounded particularly friendly. He thought he had run into an acquaintance, and turned around with a face full of smiles. Unexpectedly, he saw that it was Fan Xian, the underworld fighter. The smile on his face suddenly froze, and he couldn't put it down for a moment. He seemed incomparably embarrassed. His eyes were filled with nervousness and fear. Who was this? This was Fan Xian...
Once at the poetry conference, once at the yamen of the capital government, and once at the palace. Guo Baokun had thoroughly offended Fan Xian. But now, Fan Xian was doing very well in the capital. Guo Baokun wanted to harm Fan Xian, but instead, Fan Xian jumped up because of this incident. And Fan Xian was now married to that girl. The extravagance of the wedding made Guo Baokun realize that he had eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck. He only hoped that he would never run into Fan Xian again. How could he have known that today would be such a coincidence!
Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun and secretly sighed in admiration. This person's luck was so bad that it made even the gods mourn. How did he end up running into Fan Xian again?
— — —
Watching the Guo family carriage speed down the mountain like a dozen rabbits, Fan Xian rubbed his wrists. Lin Wan'er walked over and said in a low voice, "Why did you drive him down the mountain for no reason? Although he is only a palace editor, he is still a close official of the Crown Prince. In the future, he will enter the cabinet. Besides, Cang Mountain doesn't belong to Fan... to our family. If others find out, they will say that we are too overbearing. "
"I didn't drive him down the mountain." Hearing his wife change her mind so quickly, a strange smile appeared on Fan Xian's beautiful face. "I just said that I would go drink tea with him in the middle of the night. Who knew that he would run away."
Lin Wan'er heard him speak so gently and couldn't help but laugh. "Oh you. Everyone in the capital knows that you are an underground boxer. Guo Baokun is guilty of going to see him in the middle of the night. Of course he will run. He is not as famous as you are, and his fists are not as big as yours. What else can he do but run?"
Fan Xian laughed. "I sympathize with him too."
Chapter 49
Teng Zijing brought another letter. In it, Count Sinan Fan appeared to be deeply worried. It seemed that something had happened in the court that worried him. But judging from the words, it had nothing to do with the Eldest Princess. Fan Xian frowned. What could it be? When he opened Wang Qinian's letter and compared the contents of the two pieces of paper, the situation became clear.
"Business, government, and now the Council. How long will this process take?" Fan Xian looked out the window at the dark, snowy sky and shook his head with a bitter smile.
He knew that the mission to Northern Qi would eventually fall to him, the deputy envoy. On one hand, it was because he had made a scene in the palace after drinking. Even if he hid in the Cang Mountains, it would not be enough to calm the lake.
On the other hand, Chen Pingping, whom he had never met, was his mother's close comrade. It was clear that he wanted him to take over the Overwatch Council. Fei Jie had confirmed this. And if he wanted to take over the Overwatch Council, it would be even more difficult than being the Prime Minister. He could not rely on his family background and a bit of fame to intimidate the thousands of secret agents in the hospital.
The Overwatch Council was not like the ordinary yamen of the Six Ministries. Those without ability could only muddle along for a while. They could not control it forever. The Overwatch Council was the secret agency that the emperor relied on most, and what it needed most was stability. So Chen Pingping had given him this mission. If he could successfully rescue Yan Bingyun, then he could win Yan Ruohai's favor in one fell swoop. And when Master Yan returned to the capital, he would immediately take over. With Fei Jie and Chen Pingping's secret arrangements, he could gain the support of at least half the leaders.
The problem was that his father, Fan Jian, only wanted him to safely take over the palace treasury and be a rich man.
Fan Xian knew that he did not have much of a say in how to choose between the two. It all depended on what the Emperor thought. Thinking of the emperor, Fan Xian's frown deepened. If he really did gradually take over the Overwatch Council, it would only prove one of his terrifying conjectures.
Going on a diplomatic mission to Northern Qi was a golden opportunity. But Fan Xian knew that if he was only brass, no matter how much he was plated, he could not become gold. Although he still did not know the most dangerous part of the Overwatch Council's plan, he could guess that this trip north would be very unusual.
Outside the window, the wind and snow intertwined. At the end of the long corridor, there was a faint sound of laughter and a fiery red light. In this snowy night, it made one feel incomparably warm.
Fan Xian put the two letters in his palm. Without changing his expression, he crushed them into powder, opened the window, and threw them into the snow. The powder mixed with the powder and snow, and could no longer be found. Outside, the night wind blew in, chilling his face.
The candles in the room dimmed, then grew brighter.
"Hurry up and close the window. It's freezing." Wan'er, who had gone to bed early, pitifully stuck half her face out from under the blankets. Her mouth and nose were hidden under the warm blankets. She looked at Fan Xian with a pair of eyes that could speak. "Hurry up and go to sleep. Let them do whatever they want. I'm a good boy, don't worry."
Fan Xian smiled and walked to the side of the bed. Very naturally, he put his hand under the blankets and gently caressed his wife's full chest. His mouth said something else. "Da Bao is a good boy, but you have to know that our good brother of ours. If we don't do anything, he might take Da Bao to the mountains to catch bears again tomorrow."
It had been a long time since the wedding, but Lin Wan'er still had not gotten used to her husband's wolfish hands that reached out to her at any time. Her face was bright red, and her eyes seemed to be dripping water. She turned her hand and grabbed the pair of hands on her chest. "Naughty again," she said.
"My wife called me to sleep. How could I dare to be naughty?" Fan Xian chuckled and flipped his hand. The candles were immediately extinguished, leaving only a quiet room and a couple. After a series of rustling sounds of clothes being undressed, Fan Xian took off all but a single shirt and put it on under the blankets. Lin Wan'er felt the coldness of his body and couldn't help but shiver. She said, "You go to bed so late every night. I don't know why you're sitting at the table."
"Is this a grudge?" Fan Xian teased his little wife. Wan'er was not yet 16. In his previous life, she was a little girl who was treasured by her parents. Now, she was his wife. Every night, he would make love to her. He didn't know if she could bear it. As he thought this, his palm involuntarily began to rub Wan'er's soft chest. Separated by the smooth silk shirt, this kind of rich, smooth, and beautiful feeling made him feel incomparably comfortable.
Lin Wan'er quietly made a sound of agreement and leaned into his embrace.
Fan Xian lowered his head and kissed her fleshy lips. Their bodies slowly rubbed against each other. The temperature in the room seemed to rise. Both of their bodies were slightly hot.
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The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the fog dissipated. Flowers bloomed and closed.
Outside the window, the wind and snow continued to fall. Inside the blankets, it was as warm as spring. Wan'er, sleepy and weak, shyly lowered her head and burrowed into Fan Xian's embrace. Fan Xian looked at his wife with heartache. He couldn't help but use his finger to gently touch Wan'er's lips. For some reason, he thought of the chicken leg in the temple.
"You … you … your hands are not clean." Wan'er turned her head away, embarrassed and angry.
Fan Xian smiled gently. "How is it not clean? Our good Wan'er's body is clean. "
Lin Wan'er was afraid that her husband would say something even more embarrassing. She quickly changed the subject. "Are we going to Northern Qi or not?"
Fan Xian held her tighter and asked in return, "Are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"
"Hmm?" Wan'er's expression could not be seen in the darkness, but she must be very nervous about why her husband would ask such a question. In this world, a married woman followed her husband. There was no reason to turn back halfway. She angrily and anxiously said, "Husband, why do you ask?"
Only then did Fan Xian realize that he had asked something inappropriate. He forced a smile and explained, "I was just asking casually." Actually, he still had some of the habits from his previous life. Although he and Wan'er had bowed to heaven and earth and drank together, he still wanted to hear something from this cute girl.
"Casually?" Lin Wan'er was half-believing and half-doubtful. She said weakly, "Husband, you must be thinking about Sisi."
Now that she said it, Fan Xian remembered Sisi, whom he had deliberately left in the Fan manor in the capital. Teng Zijing had said that she was doing well in the capital, but with his grandmother's nonsense, he had to deal with it.
He comforted Wan'er. "I don't have the mood to think about that. It's just that the two of us are going to do business together for the rest of our lives. Of course, we have to plan for the long term. It's not like you don't know that your mother has always disliked me."
These words were fresh and interesting. When Wan'er heard the words "do business together for the rest of your life", her heart warmed and she was very satisfied. She faintly replied, "What else can I do when married to my husband?"
"Then it's settled." In the darkness, Fan Xian smiled. The lines of his lips were very gentle. He said quietly, "The nobles in the capital are playing mahjong. I don't know if I can win."
Wan'er smiled. "When it comes to fighting, I'm not as good as you. When it comes to playing mahjong, you're not as good as me. "This was what Fan Xian had said in front of the palace, which had made Zhuang Mohan spit blood.
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Outside the window, the wind and snow were fierce. Fan Ruoruo, who could not sleep, held an umbrella and looked into the distance, carefully keeping her distance from the edge of the stone platform. With a faint smile on her face, she felt a little empty in her heart. Her most admired brother had already gotten married. Where was her future? Her brother had said that she should be like Sizhe, and find something that was worth giving up his life for. Perhaps it was love, or perhaps it was poetry or painting. But she really did not know what she should pursue.
Snowflakes fell on the umbrella and beat against her heart.
Wu Zhu quietly came up behind her, covered by the unchanging black cloth. His emotionless voice rang in Fan Ruoruo's ear. "Can you keep a secret?"
— — — —
The next morning, Fan Xian returned from his training. He was surprised to find Dabao wrapped in a large fox fur robe. He looked at the cliff below the manor with a satisfied expression. Fan Xian was worried that he would lose his footing and fall off the cliff. He quickly walked over and asked quietly, "Dabao, what are you looking at?"
Dabao grinned foolishly and pointed. "Little Xianxian, there are big white birds over there."
In the distant mountains, there was a faint white mist rising. A few black-necked, black-tailed white cranes were bending their necks to look for food. Suddenly, they raised their heads and sang. The sound was extremely clear and continuous. As they cried, the white cranes spread their wings and danced. It was very beautiful.
Fan Xian was slightly surprised. How could he see cranes on the Cang Mountains in this cold winter weather? Could there be hot springs there? Cranes were free by nature and did not like to be restrained. So far away, the cranes looked very free and easy. Fan Xian could not help but take a deep breath.
"Dabao, do you like those birds?"
"No."
Fan Xian was a bit surprised. He smiled and asked, "Why not? Do they not dance well? "
Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, "Dancing all the time is too tiring. I get nervous just watching them."
Fan Xian laughed and patted his brother-in-law's thick shoulder. For some reason, after entering Jingdou, the three conversations he had with Da Bao had made him feel the most relaxed. Perhaps it was because he was truly like a child, so he didn't have to worry about anything.
Although the crane dance was beautiful, it was indeed too tiring.
"Dabao, how have you been these days?"
Dabao's broad brows showed a trace of confusion. It seemed that he did not know how to answer this question. But he still tried very hard to answer clearly. He stammered, "Pretty … pretty … good, playing mahjong … little fatty throwing a tantrum, pretty … fun."
Fan Xian chuckled. He looked at the thick snow forest below the bluestone plain, the distant mist, and the white cranes in the mist. He was silent for a long time.
The End of the Snow in the Cang Mountains
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