In the end, Fan Xian just smiled without a trace of arrogance. He was extremely sincere, playing his part as a brother-in-law, and putting in the capital of an official. He let the surrounding officials see, who would have thought that this matter of fighting for passage and offending people had come from his brain?
Fan Xian was born with a set of advantages. As the saying goes, one cannot be a bad person. It could also be considered the path of a treacherous thief. He was very willing to offend and bully people behind their backs, but on the surface, he was very willing to give in. This was the way to truly reap benefits. For example, the Eldest Princess had been tricked by him several times, and forced out of the palace by letters. But to this day, she still did not know that the mastermind behind the scenes was her son-in-law. She thought that this son-in-law would only suffer in silence, and would still listen to her in the north, not daring to turn against her.
He had always believed in one thing: it was good to be flamboyant and arrogant, but he had to be low-key flamboyant and eat pork in silence.
It was said that those who could be moved must be moved, and those who could not be moved at the moment, he would not move even if you beat him to death. Naturally, the Great Prince was someone he could not touch at the moment, but today, he just had to fight with the Great Prince. This was already a great rebellion. Naturally, no one knew that he was doing this purely for the Emperor in the Palace to see. The Great Prince, who had a straightforward personality, was, without a doubt, the best acting target. Perhaps only Chen Pingping, that old fox, could guess a little of this.
In the end, under the mediation of the Crown Prince, the two sides came to a compromise. The vanguard of the diplomatic mission and the Great Prince's personal army entered the capital together. But this was not in accordance with the rules, and made the Director of the Board of Rites angry. It made the face of Taichang Temple full of fear. How to arrange the guards of honor became a big problem.
The Crown Prince looked at Fan Xian and did not say anything, but he did not know where he came from. He pretended to scold him. "You are also making trouble. It was clearly agreed that the diplomatic mission would arrive in the capital the day after tomorrow. Why did you suddenly arrive early? You left the court with no arrangements, and caused all this to happen."
Fan Xian smiled. "I am also in a hurry to go home. Your Highness, please forgive me this time. Who knows if there will be an imperial censor who will accuse me tomorrow." In fact, he also felt strange in his heart. After not seeing him for a few months, the Eastern Palace Master's complexion was much better than before. The slight timidity and gloom were no longer there, and his face was glowing. He did not know what good news he had received.
Of course, he did not know that after the Eldest Princess left the Royal Palace and returned to Xinyang, one of the two mountains that had always been pressing down on the Crown Prince had suddenly disappeared. His mood immediately brightened, and in addition to the Emperor's many comforting edicts, the Crown Prince's days were much better than before.
In the hearts of the officials, they always thought that the Crown Prince had it easy, and the Second Prince must not be too comfortable. But at the city gate, when the crowd looked at the Second Prince, who was in the tent preparing to welcome the Great Prince back to the capital, they did not see a trace of unease on the face of this elegant nobleman. Instead, it was the young fellow by his side that attracted even more attention.
This was the Emperor's youngest son. The Emperor had given birth to a total of four sons. The Crown Prince was not one of them, so this was the Third Prince, who had been raised deep in the palace. This year, he was only nine years old. This time, when the Great Prince returned to the capital, the Emperor had ordered all the princes in the capital to come out and welcome him. This was a show of respect. At the same time, this young prince, who had never appeared in front of the court officials, had his first opportunity to make an official appearance.
The Second Prince held the young prince's hand and bowed to the Great Prince. The Great Prince seemed to have a good relationship with the Second Prince. He stepped forward and gave him a bear hug, then rubbed the little fellow's head. In a rough voice, he said, "How did you grow so tall?"
The little fellow giggled, and his face revealed an innocent expression. He replied, "In the future, when I grow as tall as you, I will go out and fight the Hu people."
This young prince's birth mother was a sister of the Fan manor's Lady Liu, so in a roundabout way, he was somewhat related to Fan Xian. But when Fan Xian looked at this young and beautiful young prince and saw the innocent smile on his face, his heart skipped a beat. He saw a trace of self-control in his innocent smile that did not match his age. Involuntarily, a slight smile rose to the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, I have been pretending to be innocent and bashful since I was young. How dare you play this trick in front of me? Fan Xian really is selling a smile without knowing it.
Naturally, the Second Prince also knew what had happened earlier. He smiled bitterly at Fan Xian. "I say, brother-in-law, I think all the officials in the capital should thank the heavens and earth if you can make less trouble one day."
Fan Xian's smile seemed even more bitter, more bitter than a goldthread. He explained, "It is really the Princess of Northern Qi's will. I am just a mere official in An Zhi. How could I be so daring?"
The Crown Prince frowned imperceptibly, as if displeased with the Second Prince's tone of voice when he spoke to Fan Xian. He said lightly, "Second Brother, the ceremony is not finished. Let us address each other by official rank."
This was a bit unreasonable. Earlier, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace had called Fan Xian "brother-in-law" quite affectionately, but now he refused to let the Second Prince call him that. The Second Prince's expression was as usual. He chuckled and made a sound of acknowledgment. He moved closer to Fan Xian and lowered his voice. "Before the spring examination, I told you to go back to the manor and ask Chen'er what she called me. Did you ask her?"
Only now did Fan Xian remember that matter. He shook his head and smiled. "Your Highness also knows that something happened during the spring examination. I forgot for a moment. Today, when I return to the manor, I will ask her."
The Second Prince smiled and said nothing more. He took the Third Prince's hand and followed the Crown Prince and the Great Prince in front of them toward the city gate. Although the two of them spoke in low voices, it still reached the Great Prince's ears. This prince, who had spent many years on campaigns outside, could not help but have many doubts in his heart. Although he knew of Fan Xian's reputation, he was not in the capital, so he did not know what kind of power Fan Xian held in his hands. At this moment, he was shocked to find that whether it was the Second Prince or the Crown Prince, their words were very gentle toward Fan Xian. It was as if they were afraid that the officials present did not know that they had a very close relationship with Fan Xian.
A mere official was valued so highly by the two sons of the Imperial Family that they were willing to lower their status. The Great Prince could not help but furrow his brows and feel a bit unhappy.
Fan Xian, on the other hand, had other thoughts. He looked at the four princes in front of him, dressed in bright yellow and plain yellow, walking toward the pitch-black city gate. For a moment, he was somewhat absent-minded. He wondered if there would come a day when he would stand among these four brothers.
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Autumn in the capital was indescribably beautiful. The sky was high and the clouds were light. The yellowing leaves drooped by the side of the houses, unwilling to be rushed into the water. The flowing water by the side of the street was inevitably a bit lonely. At the end of the long street, a corner of the distant eaves of the palace occasionally peeked out, hanging in the blue sky, displaying its majesty.
The Great Prince's entourage had long since left with a lingering anger, but the envoy's carriages deliberately slowed down. Accompanied by a group of officials from the Chamberlain of Dependencies and Taichang Temple, they slowly made their way to the palace. Since they had already entered the capital, Fan Xian was no longer in a hurry. In any case, he could not go home immediately. He had to go to the palace gate to reply to the edict, so he finally had some spare time to look around. Although he had only been in the capital for a year and was far less familiar with it than he was with Danzhou, for some reason, as soon as he entered, he saw the houses all around him, and smelled the unique smells of the capital. Fan Xian felt refreshed.
"Sir, you are in a hurry to return to the capital. There must be something at home." The voice of the Princess of Northern Qi floated out from the carriage next to the steed.
Fan Xian smiled, but did not reply. He knew that she was deliberately trying to befriend this seemingly ordinary, but actually important official. But along the way, the two of them had communicated enough. Now that he was in the capital, he had many eyes and ears around him. It was best to avoid this last encounter. Furthermore, the Princess had guessed what he was thinking, but he did not know how to respond.
The Fan family was now very popular in the capital, and the entire household was safe. No one knew why he was in such a hurry. He urged the horse forward, coming to the side of Yan Bingyun's carriage. In a low voice, he said, "You must take her with you, if you don't want to cause me trouble."
Inside the carriage, Yan Bingyun shook his head. He looked at Lady Shen, who he had tied up securely, but who still stared fiercely at him with those familiar eyes. He did not understand when Sir Fan had developed the hobby of being a matchmaker. He sighed and changed the subject. "Sir, today's struggle over the road was not a wise decision. The Overwatch Council has always been neutral in the struggle between the princes. Sir once said, and what I heard has been confirmed, that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince both have expectations of you. Since this is the case, for the sake of fairness, you should not provoke the Great Prince. This is unavoidably contrary to the purpose of the Council."
Fan Xian was silent. He knew that what Yan Bingyun said made sense. As an official of the Kingdom of Qing, especially the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council, he would either never have any dealings with the princes, or if he did, he would have to be impartial. Otherwise, the palace would be convinced that the Overwatch Council would not favor any of the princes.
But Fan Xian could not do that, because he knew that his identity was not as simple as that of an official. If he was biased towards the princes, it would at most make His Majesty suspect that he was planning for power and riches in the future. He would never be as loyal as Chen Pingping. But if he were to be impartial, he feared that His Majesty would suspect that he... was not willing to be an official.
This was Fan Xian's greatest fear.
The carriages arrived at Xingdao Square. There was no longer a need for the bailiffs of the capital government to maintain order, because they had arrived at a relatively quiet place where the officials lived. Naturally, there were not as many commoners standing on the side of the street watching the commotion. At this moment, one of the carriages broke away from the main group and quietly drove into an alley on the side of the street. Someone could faintly be seen inside to receive it.
Although it was quiet, in reality, there were naturally court officials who saw it clearly. They knew that the composition of the diplomatic mission was complicated, and that it was probably the work of the Overwatch Council. Looking at Fan Xian's serious expression, no one dared to ask too much.
Fan Xian's expression was naturally serious, because they were about to reach the Royal Palace, and the vermilion palace walls were right in front of them.
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A group of members of the diplomatic mission waited outside the palace gates. The imperial power was majestic, and naturally no one dared to relax their appearance. It was just that they had traveled thousands of miles, and inevitably it was tiring. After waiting for a long time, there was still no edict. The officials all felt a little uneasy, but they thought about how this diplomatic mission to Northern Qi had carved out a lot of territory for the royal court. Furthermore, Fan Xian had made a great show of face in the Northern Qi royal court. That carriage of old books did not seem to be worth much, but they thought that His Majesty should be proud of it. How could he leave them out in the cold?
The officials of the Board of Rites who accompanied them outside the palace gates gradually became uncomfortable. Ren Shao'an moved closer to Fan Xian and said quietly, "At this time, His Majesty should be meeting with the Great Prince. As officials, we naturally have to wait a little longer."
Fan Xian smiled and said nothing. The carriage of the Northern Qi Princess had already been led in by the eunuchs of the palace, and the important matters were more or less settled. Fan Xian could guess why the diplomatic mission had been left out in the cold outside the Royal Palace.
The imperial soldiers of the Royal Palace looked coldly at the anxious and frightened officials outside the palace gates, without a trace of emotion on their faces. And the eunuchs guarding the palace gates naturally did not look directly at them.
But Fan Xian's status was different from the others. He was a princess of the palace, and most importantly, she was a highly favored figure. Furthermore, she was a high-ranking official of the Overwatch Council. On this diplomatic mission, it was assumed that he would be rewarded in the coming days, so the eunuchs had already brought over a round stool and invited him to rest.
Fan Xian was surprised. "Is this in accordance with the rules?"
As he spoke, a head eunuch came over with a fawning expression and helped him sit on the stool. "I say, Young Master Fan, I know that His Majesty has always favored you. Besides, you have traveled thousands of miles, so it is only right that you sit on a stool."
"Oh, why is Eunuch Hou here?" Fan Xian pretended to be surprised. The eunuch in front of him was the one he had met the first time he had followed Lady Liu and Ruoruo into the palace. He knew that the eunuch had a good relationship with Fan Manor, so his face showed affection. And the eunuch had deliberately called him "Young Master Fan", naturally to put on a show of affection.
Fan Xian continued with a smile. "I have just returned from the outside, and I am truly poor. Today, there is no reward."
Eunuch Hou gave a shrill laugh and lowered his voice. "Who doesn't know that Young Master Fan is a master who can turn stone into gold? Furthermore, in the future, you will hold a mountain of gold." The old servant was about to say a few more flattering words when he heard the palace gates creak open. A eunuch ran out to deliver the Emperor's verbal edict. Fan Xian quickly removed the stool and knelt in front of the palace gates along with the other officials.
As he had expected, the Emperor gave Fan Xian a good scolding. It was nothing more than relying on his talent, looking down on others, being extremely audacious, and so on … He also said that he was tired today, and told him to report back to the palace the next day. He ordered Count Sinan to discipline him well and punish him severely. At the end of the edict, however, the diplomatic mission was greatly rewarded, and that they would be rewarded in the future.
The officials looked at each other. They had not expected that the diplomatic mission would receive such treatment on its first day back in the capital. They could not help but sigh. But some of the more cunning officials looked at Fan Xian with trepidation. His Majesty's verbal scolding had been fierce, but in the end, he had done nothing. He had only ordered Count Sinan to discipline him. It seemed that Sir Fan was indeed favored by the Emperor.
Fan Xian kowtowed to accept the edict. His expression was somewhat awkward, but his heart was slightly happy. He stood up and patted his bottom. When he turned around, he saw an old acquaintance. It was Gong Dian, the current commander of the palace guards. When Gong Dian saw Fan Xian, a look of admiration appeared on his face. He was about to come up and chat with Fan Xian, but to his surprise, Fan Xian cupped his hands in salute and apologized. He leapt onto his horse, clamped his legs together, and with a wave of his whip, he galloped off into the wide square in front of the palace, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.
Gong Dian was stunned. He and his subordinates stared blankly at the light smoke in the distance. Although there was no explicit order against riding horses in front of the palace, Fan Xian was probably the first official to be able to run so nimbly.
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Fan Xian had already taken care of matters in the Council. As for Gao Da and the other seven Tiger Guards, they would be taken over by the relevant people. He galloped his horse along the long street, riding against the wind. He didn't know how long he had been running, but he finally entered the south of the city. The sound of hooves rang out on the long street where the stone lion occasionally appeared in front of Fan Manor.
It was already night, and the manors of the nobles and ministers on the long street had already been hung up with lanterns. There were only a few pairs, and they were not very eye-catching. Only the front door of Fan Manor was brightly lit. The front door was wide open, and a group of attendants, guards, and guests were standing outside in anticipation. Inside, Lady Liu had also lowered herself to instruct the servant girls and senior servants to heat up tea again and again, waiting for Fan Xian to return.
News of the diplomatic mission's arrival in the outskirts of the capital had long spread into the city. They had originally thought that it would take at least two days to arrange the formalities before they could enter the capital, but the young mistress in the manor next door coldly said, "He will arrive today." Everyone knew that the present Lady Fan, Lady Lin, was no ordinary person. Since she said that Fan Xian would arrive today, then he would. That was why everyone had waited so long.
As for the news of the fight with the Great Prince, no one in the manor knew. Otherwise, they would have been very worried.
"He's coming, he's coming." The sharp-eyed servants had long since seen the horses galloping in the distance. They all rushed down the stone steps and formed two groups.
Amidst the rustling sounds, Fan Xian rode his horse over and flipped off. He gently kicked Teng Zijing's butt, who was preparing to use it as a horse stool. He laughed and scolded him. "Your broken leg, don't learn from those manor people."
"Welcome back, young master," the two groups of servants called out in unison.
Fan Xian smiled and said nothing. He took two steps up the stone steps, took a hot towel from a servant girl, and wiped his face carelessly. Then he took a cup of warm tea and rinsed his mouth. He knew that this was a necessary procedure, and there was nothing to be particular about. But when he returned to the manor and saw the familiar servants and servant girls, he was in a good mood. Even the smile of Lady Liu, who was behind the door, seemed less calculating and more sincere.
"Your father is in the study." Lady Liu took the towel from his hand and quietly reminded him.
Fan Xian nodded. Suddenly, he furrowed his brows and shook his head. "Auntie …" He swallowed the last word "auntie" and smiled. "I'll go see my sister and Wan'er first. I'll go see father immediately."
Lady Liu knew that the young master in front of her could not be constrained by filial piety, and could only nod helplessly.
As soon as Fan Xian entered the manor, he saw a dark-skinned fat man rushing toward him. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright. It had only been a few months since he had last seen this prodigy in the accounting department. But he had no time to ask, and immediately shouted, "I'll report the bill later! I have something to do! "
Fan Sizhe paused and scolded, "I'm in a good mood today. If you don't pay attention to me, I won't bother to talk to you about accounts that you don't understand."
Fan Xian was also surprised, but he laughed. For some reason, he thought of the row of four princes outside the city gate. He took something out of his robes and handed it to Fan Sizhe. He laughed and scolded, "What account talk? I think it's a nonsense talk. You go and play by yourself first. We're brothers, so don't play this reunion after a long separation. "
Fan Sizhe muttered to himself, "I don't want to play this game of brotherhood with you." Thinking this, he watched as Fan Xian entered the back of the manor. He felt very uncomfortable.
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After Fan Xian got married, he had his own manor in the back of Fan Manor. However, the two residences were connected, so it was only one manor and two residences. He and his sister were very close, and Wan'er and Ruoruo were very close, so Ruoruo spent most of her time in this courtyard.
And now that he had returned, it was natural that his father would stay in the study. But what was strange was that Wan'er and his sister did not come out to greet him. This made Fan Xian quicken his steps. The serving girl next to him could not keep up, and panted as she replied, "The Lady is still here, and so is the Mistress."
Fan Xian frowned, thinking that this was a very inauspicious thing to say. He didn't know who had trained this serving girl.
He came to the door of his bedroom and gently pushed it open, but found that it was locked from the inside. Fan Xian was startled, and didn't know what to say. He called out a few times, but no one answered. He was puzzled, and so he knocked harder on the door. If it weren't for the respect he had for his wife, he would have broken in already. After a while, he heard Sisi's uneasy voice from inside. "Young Master, the Mistress is asleep. Please don't knock."
Fan Xian's frown deepened. He didn't know what had happened. He had come all the way back, and Wan'er had closed the door and refused to see him.
He looked at the dim light inside the door, and said nothing. With a wave of his sleeve, he went to the other room. This time, he didn't knock, but pushed the door open and entered. The girl in the room was startled, and she stood up. After seeing that it was Fan Xian, the indifference and wariness between her brows gradually melted, and her eyes flashed with unfeigned joy. She crouched down and said, "Brother, you're back."
Fan Xian looked at Ruoruo, and his previous unhappiness disappeared. He smiled warmly. "What? Are you not happy to see me back? "
Fan Ruoruo smiled and walked forward. She pulled on his sleeve and led him to sit down. "It's not like we haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you want me to make a big fuss before you're satisfied?"
Fan Xian shook his head helplessly. "You always have such an indifferent personality. You won't change it even in front of me."
Fan Ruoruo smiled. "If I change it, will I still be Ruoruo?" As she spoke, she poured a cup of tea and carefully brought it to her brother's lips.
Fan Xian accepted it, but didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he stared at his sister's face, which wasn't very pretty, but was extremely refreshing. For a moment, the room fell into a strange silence. The two siblings were both very patient people, and they waited for the other to speak first.
In the end, it was Fan Xian who felt sorry for his sister. He sighed. "Why do you have to do this? If there's anything, wait for me to come back and deal with it. "
A trace of sadness flashed across Fan Ruoruo's face. She knew that her brother had seen through her plans. "I was waiting for you to come back and see you," she said softly. "That's why it's been delayed until today."
Fan Xian stood up and walked directly under her bed. He pulled out a package and took out an unremarkable box from the drawer behind the bed. He flipped the box over on the table. A few banknotes, a few beaded hairpins, and a few pieces of silver fell onto the table with a clatter. He furrowed his brows as he looked at the items on the table. "Running away from home with just these few things … it's far from enough."
Fan Ruoruo was silent for a moment. She took out a self-defense dagger from her sleeve.
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Fan Xian was angry, happy, and distressed. He looked at his sister and said, "You are a noble young lady. You don't know the dangers of the world. Even if you don't want to marry, don't you think about how worried father will be by running away from home? And what about me? Why don't you think about how I feel? "
Fan Ruoruo lowered her head. Her hands tightly gripped the corners of her sleeves. After a moment of silence, she said, "When did father ever really care about me? As for you … have you forgotten? You taught me to control my own destiny, especially when it comes to marriage. I can't let my family arrange it. "
Fan Xian was speechless. In this world, no young lady from a noble family would have such a rebellious idea, let alone put it into practice. His sister was brave and even reckless enough to run away because of the stories he had told her when she was young. He had taught her how to be a good person in his letters. Could it be that Cousin Mei had told her so much that Nü Juexin was ready to awaken?
He slapped the table uneasily. He really didn't know what his actions back then would bring to his sister. After all, this world was completely different from that world. Different thoughts could be a dagger that could hurt oneself. He suddenly raised his head and said gently, "But an arranged marriage is not necessarily a bad thing. You have never been with Hongcheng. How do you know if your marriage will be a happy one?"
Fan Ruoruo's head was still lowered, but her voice did not soften. "You have known the Crown Prince since you were young. You know that I don't like him."
If anyone else had heard this, they would have been scared half to death. How could the young lady of Fan Manor say something like whether she liked him or not? Fan Xian's mind was a mess, but he still tried to explain. "Not necessarily. Look at me and your sister-in-law. We were also arranged to be married, and now we live happily."
Fan Ruoruo suddenly raised her head. With a hint of determination and stubbornness, she said, "Brother, not everyone is as lucky as you and your sister-in-law."
Fan Xian was stunned. This was the first time he had seen disapproval on his sister's face. Ever since they were young, Ruoruo had always looked at him with admiration mixed with admiration. This was the first time he had heard Ruoruo directly disagree with his opinion. He couldn't help but be shocked at the changes that had occurred to his sister.
After a long silence, the expression on Fan Xian's face gradually softened. In the end, he laughed heartily. There was not a trace of falsehood in the joy in his laughter. He was indeed very pleased that the silly little girl had finally grown up and learned to stick to her own views.
"Ruoruo, do you trust me?" Fan Xian looked at his sister with a smile and an expression of encouragement.
After hesitating for a moment, Fan Ruoruo also showed her usual tranquil smile and nodded heavily.
Fan Xian looked at the things on the table. He gently shook his head and smiled. "If you trust me, then don't play around with these things. I will take care of it."
Ever since she learned that the palace had appointed her to be married, Fan Ruoruo had sunk into silence. She knew how rebellious her thoughts were and what kind of disaster it would bring if she went against the edict. But since she was young, she had been taught by her brother's letters. Deep in her heart, the seemingly weak but actually strong seed of freedom had long been planted. But no one had said these thoughts to her. Deep in her heart, she was afraid that even her most trusted brother would oppose her decision.
Hearing Fan Xian's promise, Ruoruo's uneasiness for the past month suddenly disappeared like a gentle autumn breeze. Her tense nerves, which had been tense for a month, suddenly relaxed. Yes, her brother was back. Naturally, he would make the decision for her.
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The brother and sister had been separated for many months. Naturally, they had things to talk about. But Fan Ruoruo saw that his expression seemed a little strange. Only then did she remember that if her brother wasn't talking to her father in the study, then he should be with her sister-in-law. Why would he come to her room? She thought of something and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. "Brother, when you were persuading me earlier, didn't you say that although you and sister-in-law were appointed to be married, you were happy? Why are you so worried now?" Fan Xian's heart jumped.
His sister and Wan'er had a good relationship. Naturally, she would know why Wan'er had shut herself in the room. He quickly asked, "What happened?"
Fan Ruoruo gave a rare mischievous smile. "I can't help you with this. Go ask sister-in-law yourself."
Fan Xian furrowed his brows. He was upright and upright. What did he need to ask Wan'er for? As he was thinking, he heard a servant girl call from outside. "Young master, the mistress has woken up."
Fan Xian shook his head. He knew his wife was throwing a tantrum. But Wan'er had always been a very graceful and pleasant woman. How could she be like those women in the harem? She knew he had worked hard to get home. If she didn't welcome him, then so be it. Instead, she closed the door on him.
Thinking of this, as he walked to his room, a glimmer of anger gradually rose in his heart. But when he reached the door and heard the little ling coming from inside, his anger immediately dissipated. On the contrary, a very interesting expression appeared on his face.
The voice was clear and sweet. Who else could it be but Lin Wan'er? And the little ling was also very familiar.
"Do you know? Do you know? It should be green and red thin! "
Fan Xian's expression was slightly embarrassed. The poem he had used to trick Haitang was only known to the Emperor of Northern Qi and the empress dowager and himself. How did it get to the capital in the south?
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