Haitang's words made Fan Xian feel very good and powerful. At this moment, this young man and woman were sharing a large blanket. Under the moonlit night, they were quietly talking about such moving matters. It was inevitable that they would descend into a very violent and cliché ending.
However, Fan Xian was not surprised. He did not crawl under the bed in fright or turn into a wolf and pounce. He only said sincerely, seriously, and straightforwardly, "Very good, let's discuss the wedding date."
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This sentence was in response to the "How about marrying you?" Thus, it was Haitang's turn to be stunned. She felt as if she had spun a cocoon and was caught in it. She knew that she had once again underestimated the shamelessness and blackness under Fan Xian's gentle appearance.
She chuckled and lowered her head. She was also muttering in her heart. Why did such a sentence pop up?
During this year, she and Fan Xian had often interacted. The two of them had long developed a sense of closeness and tacit understanding that went beyond friendship through familiarity. It was close to family. Fan Xian looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking. Raising his brows, he smiled and said, "Your empress dowager."
"Your Emperor." Haitang raised her face and continued with a smile.
"Your baldy," Fan Xian continued with a serious expression.
Haitang tilted her head slightly. "Your identity."
"And your identity," Fan Xian said with a slight smile.
These few sentences without a head or tail had already clearly laid out the obstacles and problems that lay between the two of them. When a man and a woman interacted, it was important to be of one heart. Although the two of them did not say sweet words of love, with the moonlight as proof, they could see through each other's thoughts.
There were countless mediocre people in the world of mortals. It was rare to find a confidant. Who would easily pass it up and let it go?
The problem was, the Qing Emperor certainly did not want Fan Xian to have such a powerful foreign aid from Northern Qi's Tianyi Dao while he had such great power. Furthermore, the Northern Qi empress dowager had been urgently searching for a young and handsome man of equal status for Haitang this year. She could not let Haitang handle it herself.
Fan Xian and Haitang's status in their respective countries meant that if the two of them broke out of their current situation and openly stood shoulder to shoulder, they would face unimaginable pressure.
The Qing Kingdom's side was easier to handle. Even if the Qing Emperor did not like Fan Xian receiving foreign aid, given the Emperor's powerful self-confidence, he would inevitably think of using Fan Xian's situation to further weaken Northern Qi's power. Fan Xian could use this reason to convince his father, who he was not very close to.
In the eyes of the Qing people, Fan Xian marrying Haitang was a joyous matter that brought face to the Qing people. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of something?
The resistance from Northern Qi must be great. Regardless of whether or not Northern Qi's self-proclaimed orthodox subjects could accept it, the pride of their country, Saintess Haitang, a Tianmai warrior, being married to the southern barbarians they despised deep down, including the empress dowager and Ku He, would all prevent this from happening.
The two sides could discuss the exchange of students, but the Northern Qi people were clearly at a disadvantage when it came to marrying off girls. How could they be willing to do that?
As for the little Emperor, even Fan Xian admired his methods and didn't have any extravagant hopes that he would let go. Fan Xian smiled self-mockingly and said, "You came to Jiangnan because your little Emperor asked you to supervise me making money … if you become my family's faded old woman, we can be considered a husband and wife shop, spending his money however we want. Wouldn't he be angry to death?"
Haitang smiled and said, "If he heard your words, he would be angry to death."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "Actually, if you marry me and our whole family go to a secluded place to spend the rest of our lives, it would work. Who cares how angry the courts of the two countries will be."
Haitang gazed at him with a not-quite-there smile. "Are you willing?"
Fan Xian was silent for a moment and gazed back at her, unwilling to show weakness. "Are you willing?"
The two of them met each other's eyes and knew that they both had ties in their hearts. They both had a sliver of kindness toward the world. Although Fan Xian's kindness came from his selfish heart and Haitang's came from her kind nature, no matter who it was, they could not leave lightly and coldly watch everything that happened in the world from beyond the clouds.
They were all people who had entered the world. How could they be unworldly?
The room once again fell silent. In the night sky above Hua Garden, the crescent moon suddenly pierced through the smoke-like clouds. Its light increased slightly and reflected off the walls and ponds in the garden and into the room. It covered the large bed, the brocade quilt, and the two wonderful people with a layer of light.
Haitang looked at him calmly and suddenly smiled slightly. "What is important is that you already have a wife."
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Fan Xian fell silent. He knew these words were not easy to respond to. He had been reborn into this world for almost 20 years, yet he had never heard of the custom of taking two wives. Although he had once talked to Uncle Wu Zhu about the three representatives and the three main purposes on the cliff, one of which was to marry many, many wives, when things came to a head, he found that to be a Dumas with all the beauties alone was, in reality, very difficult.
What was important was that his standards were too high. He sighed shamelessly. There was no need to talk about Wan'er. She was the most favored princess in the palace. In front of him, Haitang, who could no longer bear to let go, had an incomparably lofty position in Northern Qi. Earlier, he had already laid out so many obstacles. What if he let Haitang enter as a concubine?
Fan Xian shivered. Even he felt that this matter was somewhat ironic. Furthermore, he believed that the Northern Qi people would certainly go crazy. Perhaps the two countries would go to war again.
"Are you cold?" Haitang looked at him with a smile. Her hands pulled at the bedding and carefully covered her shoulders.
Fan Xian smiled bitterly and sighed. "My heart is cold."
The night was indeed a bit cold. The large quilt was sleeping together, but it could not cover the two of them. Haitang pulled a little, and Fan Xian's upper body was empty outside. He shivered slightly and pulled it back.
With a swish, Haitang was startled. She found that the quilt had been snatched away by him. She glared angrily at him and snatched it back.
Fan Xian chuckled and didn't say anything. He snatched it back.
The two of them played the childish game of snatching the quilt on the bed. Fortunately, neither of them used zhenqi. Otherwise, how could the quilt be condemned to death? It would have long become thousands of cotton wads dancing in the night wind, torn apart and perished. But how could the quilt be so lucky? It could actually be fought over by the two most famous and powerful people of the younger generation, not giving an inch of land.
The quilt was not a jade seal.
If these two people followed the original course of history, perhaps many years later, they would be standing in each other's countries and fighting for the world. But now that they had begun to fight for the quilt, the world … should not fight anymore.
Heaven bless the people of the world.
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It was rare for them to have such a wild quarrel. The two of them closed their mouths tightly and glared at each other. Haitang's legs, which had been crossed, also came down. She kicked with embarrassment and anger. Thus, the lecher Fan Xian seized the opportunity.
Fan Xian let go, and the large quilt was immediately snatched away by Haitang. With a whoosh, the curtains were rolled up, burying Haitang's upper body in the soft bedding. The girl let out a surprised cry.
A pair of legs wearing thin panties were exposed outside the quilt. Particularly the pair of bare feet, they were pure white and tempting.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand and covered this pair of feet.
Haitang's feet trembled slightly, but she did not struggle.
"Don't catch a cold," Fan Xian said righteously. He was actually very proud in his heart. His grab earlier had indeed reached his highest realm. It was as fast as lightning, as fast as a gust of wind. Once the sunflower came out, it faintly had some of the realm of the blind uncle hitting people with a bamboo stick. How could Haitang dodge it?
Perhaps … Haitang did not even want to dodge?
The touch was not bad. Fan Xian held the girl's feet in his arms and narrowed his eyes proudly. For some reason, his mind thought of his previous life. When he was in high school, it snowed heavily and he held the female class monitor's feet in his arms like this …
Oh, only when he was happy would he remember those things that were already so far away that they were almost blurry.
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"Let go." Buried in the quilt, Haitang spoke in a humming voice. However, there was an additional glimmer of anger in her tone.
Fan Xian hesitantly let go. It completely went against the perseverance a man should have at this time.
Haitang flipped the quilt off and looked at him angrily. However, her face was slightly red, and her hair was messy. It looked very threatening.
Fan Xian watched as she pulled her feet back into the quilt. He chuckled and didn't say anything.
A slight blush appeared on Haitang's face. She glared at him and then turned toward the inside of the bed.
Fan Xian quietly transformed into a black cat and crawled over. He lay next to her, but he lay very orderly. In a voice as thin as a mosquito's, he said, "It's cold. Give me a blanket."
Haitang used a bee-like voice to buzz, "You don't have your own hands?"
Although she said this, the girl still moved a little further in to give Fan Xian some space. At the same time, she left half of the quilt for him.
Fan Xian lay down comfortably and sniffed hard. He found that he indeed didn't smell any body fragrance. There was only a peaceful, clean, and gentle feeling enveloping him. He opened a pair of bright eyes and looked at the ceiling of the tent in the dark night.
The two of them lay on the same bed. Silence was awkwardness, and awkwardness was warmth. Earlier, Fan Xian had said he didn't play around with warmth, but in reality, he loved this feeling.
He thought to himself, Duoduo … has finally revealed her childish side today. It is very interesting, very interesting. He completely did not realize that his heart had a strange fetish.
Haitang calmed down slightly. She carefully revealed her face and said, "You really don't want me to marry?"
"Yes." Fan Xian put his hands behind his head and smiled slightly. "Even if you want to marry, you can't marry someone else. It can only be me."
Haitang lost.
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"I came here today to pour out my troubles to you." Fan Xian glanced at the girl beside him and told her of his earlier worry in the garden.
Haitang thought for a bit and then quietly said, "Isn't it inappropriate to tell me about the matter between you and your wife at this time?"
Fan Xian was startled. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have been a bit of a bastard. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and say, "Fine, let's talk about Ye Liuyun. I still don't understand why he would come to Suzhou and show himself."
Once they got down to business, Haitang's childish side suddenly disappeared. She recovered her usual calm and stability. Turning around, she began to discuss and analyze with Fan Xian. At the same time, she told him about following Ye Liuyun from afar along the way, as well as the story of what happened along the way.
The two of them talked back and forth but still couldn't come to a conclusion. It was Haitang who suddenly said lightly, "There is one possibility. I wonder if you've thought about it?"
"What is it?" Fan Xian asked curiously.
"Perhaps the Emperor had long known of the Ye family's connection to the Junshang Conference, so Ye Liuyun was not worried about the Emperor knowing he had acted," Haitang said seriously.
Fan Xian thought for a while and then shook his head. "It still doesn't make sense."
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After talking about Ye Liuyun, what did they talk about? The old manor in Jingdou, Lin Wan 'er? Naturally, this was a question that was not convenient to talk about in bed. Fan Xian would more or less feel guilty. No matter how open Haitang's heart was, she was not an ignorant and senseless wooden person.
Lying like this, their breaths intertwined, their body heat invaded, and their occasional contact, although it was not truly ecstatic, it still made the temperature in the blankets slowly rise.
"Let's talk about the Temple," Fan Xian said lightly, perhaps having made up his mind.
A glimmer of gentleness and emotion flashed through Haitang's eyes. She smiled slightly and said, "By West Lake in Hangzhou. You said you only talked about worldly affairs."
"The Temple is my business," Fan Xian smiled and said. "In the future, it is also your business."
For some reason, the warmth and trust in these words warmed Haitang. Even if she was the Northern Qi saint girl, able to enter and leave the Palace without any hindrance, and had an outstanding status, where would she go to find a confidant, a true friend, someone who could treat her as an equal and treat her without any ill feelings?
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"Wu?" Haitang got up slightly and gestured in the air with her finger. One up, one down, one up, one down, she drew a few semicircles. Her brows were furrowed tightly. "Then what does the symbol on the Temple mean?"
Fan Xian had already described in detail what Xiao En had told her in the cave. Only, out of consideration for the girl's feelings, he hid the matter of Master Ku He eating human flesh.
Haitang listened quietly the entire time. When she recounted Xiao En's past in Northern Wei, a complicated emotion occasionally flashed through her eyes. In the end, she was puzzled by those symbols, so she opened her mouth to ask.
"How would I know?" Fan Xian said with a headache. "It looks like one day, I will have to go to the Temple to take a look."
Determination gradually appeared in Haitang's bright, limpid eyes. "I want to go."
Fan Xian smiled. "I know how tempting this is for you, so you have to promise me … you can't sneak off by yourself."
He pointed at his head and said, "Xiao En's route back in the day was hidden here."
"Who was the girl who ran out of the Temple?" Haitang asked. In reality, she had already faintly guessed.
Although the answer did not surprise her, it still made her sigh uncontrollably.
"My mother."
Fan Xian spoke very proudly.
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Thus, the conversation began to turn back to the Ye family. Occasionally, they would talk about the blind uncle's elegance. The more she listened to the details, the stronger the longing in Haitang's eyes became.
"Back then, what kind of era was that?" The girl sighed. "The Four Great Grandmasters all appeared in that era. Other than that, there were your mother and the blind uncle, two dazzling figures."
Fan Xian joked, "In a few days, you'll have to call me granny."
Haitang couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. She sighed to herself. "Coming out of the Temple … could it be …" Her eyes lit up. "Miss Ye should be a Tianmai being?"
"What is a Tianmai being?" Fan Xian laughed coldly. Naturally, he wouldn't tell her the wondrous story of transmigration. "Everyone under heaven says you are a Tianmai being. What do you think?"
Haitang smiled. "Teacher said that those who can receive the will of heaven and be chosen by the Temple are Tianmai beings. I don't know why teacher calls me that."
"According to this saying, isn't Ku He a Tianmai being? The martial methods of your Tianyi Dao were truly stolen by my mother from the Temple. "
"… they were stolen. They weren't taught by the immortals of the Temple."
"This … is a matter of scholars. Stealing books … how can it be stealing?"
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"Could Miss Ye have a special bloodline?" Haitang suddenly became interested. Her bright eyes stared at Fan Xian's face. "Your Meridians are completely different from those of ordinary people. Otherwise, you would not be able to practice such strange and Tyrannical martial methods. This must have something to do with your mother's past."
Fan Xian looked at the girl's expression and knew what she was thinking. He smiled coldly and said, "Are you thinking that my future child might also be a strange one?"
Haitang smiled faintly and didn't reply.
"Don't think about things like borrowing seeds!" Fan Xian didn't know if it was because he thought of his romantic birth, but his anger flared. He lowered his voice and roared, "And don't think about putting aphrodisiacs in the wine!"
Haitang looked at his angry expression and only smiled and didn't say anything.
"Si Lili isn't pregnant." Fan Xian thought of that matter and a bellyful of fire gradually grew.
The bodies of the two people under the blanket were already hot like fire. Now that the evil fire had been provoked, how could it not ignite the fire of desire? Fan Xian gritted his teeth and pressed his face together. He didn't care if Duoduo would easily kill him with a flip of her hand. He pulled her into his arms and held her.
Holding her from behind, he felt the girl's slightly hot and trembling body in front of him. Fan Xian said by her ear, "If you are truly interested, you don't need to use aphrodisiacs. I am also willing to give myself to you."
Haitang laughed coldly and didn't turn her head. She lightly said, "Other than using your hands and feet, do you not have any other ability to make me admire you?"
Fan Xian said angrily, "I only used my feet earlier. When did I use my hands?"
Haitang seemed to have thought of something. Her voice suddenly softened. A moment later, she quietly said, "On the official road out of the palace treasury …"
Fan Xian immediately remembered that day beside the spring woods, he had calmly held the girl's hand in his arms and refused to let go no matter what.
The style of a man and a woman cared about one attacking and one defending, and turning defense into offense. However, Fan Xian and Haitang had been since last spring. He had written a poem in his mind and then used the special aphrodisiac move. In addition to the many subsequent encounters and clever changes, he had long moved from a battle of wits and strength to a battle of hearts and, finally, a battle of emotions.
The relationship between the two of them had changed. Their emotions had changed. Their methods had also changed.
Now, what was the point of fighting? Was fighting with others truly endlessly joyful? Fan Xian actually didn't like it, so his hand passed under Duoduo's armpit and reached forward. Holding her hands, he contentedly rubbed his face against the back of her neck.
Haitang only felt her face grow increasingly hot. This damned little rascal behind her was clearly someone with a wife, yet he kept on teasing her. It was truly despicable. But why was it that in this half a year, her heart had gradually become chaotic? The clear and natural state of mind of the past had long been lost. Why was this?
She faintly sighed and said for the third time that night, "You really don't want me to marry."
Fan Xian said vaguely, "You have to marry me and bring your sister … it's a pity you don't."
"You truly are shameless." For some reason, Haitang suddenly felt embarrassed and angry. She gently bit her lip as she spoke.
Fan Xian quietly said, "There's nothing I can do … if I don't ruin your reputation and sleep with you for a night, your wife is going to marry you tomorrow. I have no other choice."
Haitang lost again.
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"Today, you've said so many secrets, even the secrets of the Temple. Aren't you afraid I'm using a honey trap?" Haitang suddenly said with a smile.
Fan Xian seriously said, "Duoduo … you're not a great beauty."
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The next morning, Fan Xian pushed open the door and walked out. The morning light was bright and the cool breeze was very comfortable. He couldn't help but stretch.
Ah! A serving girl's scream came from the garden. The serving girl immediately closed her mouth.
Everyone knew that the imperial envoy and Haitang in the back of the garden had a private relationship, but the two of them had always maintained their politeness in front of everyone. There was not a trace of it. Who would have thought that Sir Fan junior would so openly walk out of the girl's boudoir?
Walking out of the boudoir early in the morning, what did this mean?
Fan Xian smiled slightly and gazed at the serving girl and warmly said, "Morning."
He then walked to the front garden. Along the way, he saw the serving girls and subordinates and warmly said, "Morning."
For a moment, the people in the garden did not understand. They thought, When did Sir Fan become so cultured and refined? How could his mood be so good that it made one's hair stand on end?
Immediately, the shocking news gradually spread through the mouths of the servants throughout Hua Garden. Immediately after, it reached the ears of Fan Xian's subordinates.
Sisi's mouth was wide open as she listened to the news. Although she knew it would happen sooner or later, she still felt it was a bit sudden. In particular, she suddenly felt that the letter in her hand had become somewhat heavy. Last night, she had slept deeply and had forgotten to give this letter to the young master. She was the head serving girl of the old Danzhou manor. All her thoughts were on Fan Xian. She quickly asked the serving girl, "Where is the young master right now?"
"In the front hall?"
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By the time Fan Xian had tidied up and was sitting in the front hall preparing to discuss matters, a few members of the Qinian Unit, including Deng Zi Yue, as well as Gao Da and the seven Tiger Guards, already knew the biggest news of the day in Hua Garden.
The strong and powerful warriors looked at Fan Xian with respect on their faces. To be able to eat the Northern Qi saint girl, not only did it require courage, it also required great martial arts.
Deng Zi Yue was the only one with a worried expression. He was highly regarded in the old manor in Jingdou, and Lin Wan 'er was very good at managing her subordinates. She never hesitated to reward Fan Xian's personal guards. Furthermore, her personality was close and likable, so she was greatly respected and loved by the servants in the old manor. He suddenly felt that the situation was not good. Who would be the mistress of the Fan family in the future? He, as well as all the servants, stood on the side of the mistress. However, he couldn't help but think with a chill in his heart, if there was conflict in the Fan family in the future, how could the mistress defeat Haitang?
Fan Xian didn't know what his trusted aide was thinking. He only continued to drink the porridge. In reality, the main reason last night was because talking with Haitang was too exhausting. He also had to make arrangements for Ye Liuyun's mysterious appearance and analyze the situation between the two countries. Naturally, he was tired.
However, if he said this, no one would believe him. Discussing national affairs under the covers? Forget it.
At this time, Sisi finally rushed to the front hall and handed over the letter in her hand.
Fan Xian looked at the handwriting on the letter and paused. When he tore open the letter and read, his mouth immediately opened slightly. The porridge almost flowed out. He thought to himself that this old woman was shameless and lowly for eating porridge. He was indeed a bit shameless and lowly, but … he wasn't ready yet. Was he going to be tortured?
He stood up and gazed at Deng Zi Yue. With a long sigh, he said, "Find a few people to go to Shazhou. They have to be capable and meticulous."
Deng Zi Yue said strangely, "The Suzhou matter is not settled yet."
Fan Xian said with a pained expression, "Go pick someone up."
"Pick who up?"
"Your mistress."
Wan 'er was coming. Fan Xian was happy, however … the number of happy things had suddenly increased. It seemed to be a bit troublesome.
My fellow countrymen, I know I was wrong … today is only the last day of the month. I have indeed been muddle-headed. Ah … however, very good. On the last day, I'll ask for monthly votes. I'll work hard to get monthly votes. Although the fourth and fifth votes are all the same, it doesn't stop me from looking good … today's chapter is about romance, but there is a hidden meaning within. I have to be careful. At the end of the month, everyone is relaxing. Also, don't talk about stud horses. Who says I'm not a stud horse? My novel is a stud horse novel … didn't the introduction say that when I write novels, I am indeed a very stubborn person. I will only continue to write in the direction I should write. That's all. Please understand … my dream is to become Dumas and earn big money.
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