After some small talk, Fan Xian took the opportunity to once again bring up the suggestion of asking grandmother to come with him to Jingdou to retire. Just like that night, the old woman used her silence to express her attitude. Fan Xian couldn't resist sighing and said, "Why don't you all want to go?"
The old woman knew he was talking about Dong'er's family and smiled. "Living in Jingdou is not easy. Furthermore, Dong'er is so close to you. Don't forget, the girls at your side have all been taught by you to have their hearts higher than the sky. They are unyielding and ruthless, and no one is as easy to deal with. "
Fan Xian started and rubbed his head. He thought that this was indeed the case. Xiaoya, who was still in the manor, was the youngest of those who had followed him. Looking at her mouth, she was also a ruthless and unforgiving character. There was also Xiaoqing, who had brought her man back to the manor to see him a few days ago. Xiaoqing's man was a scholar with scholarly honors. In the end, in front of Xiaoqing, he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
Xiaoqing and Xiaoya were like this, not to mention Dong'er and the usually impudent Sisi. The girls in the manor had truly been spoiled rotten by him and had been taught badly. Where they were placed, they were all unyielding characters and didn't care about the rules of this world. Although they all appeared gentle on the outside, their hearts were clear.
As Fan Xian thought about it, he smiled with some self-satisfaction. Even if he couldn't change much in this world, he had at least changed the thoughts and lives of a few women. It was not bad. Of course, it was only the girls who followed him that could have such benefits. If they didn't have him behind them, with the temper of these four girls, it would probably be difficult for them to move an inch in this world.
A night without words.
The next day, a piece of news came from Danzhou. It said that the young master of a certain manor had been forcefully kicked and spat up a number of bowls of blood. He had urgently found a doctor to save him and was lying in bed moaning.
No one had seen the culprit, and Danzhou had always been a simple place with good public order. The people were honest and dutiful, without a trace of banditry. They had never heard of a young master of a noble family being beaten up like this.
The entire Danzhou was shocked. The Zhizhou was furious. He was prepared to investigate this case carefully and give the previous teacher a great deal of face. However, when the advisor moved close to his ear and said a few words, the Zhizhou immediately calmed down and returned to his Jingxin Zhai to drink tea.
The clever people of Danzhou slowly guessed the reason for this matter. No one dared to discuss it too much. The residence of the young master who had been beaten up was filled with hatred and resentment, but he didn't dare to cry out to the rest of the world. Instead, he respectfully sent someone to Dong 'er's courtyard to hand over the medical fees and compensation for the past two years.
The matter died down very quickly. The people of Danzhou knew that the young master of the Fan family was not someone who liked to cause trouble. He was just someone who protected his own people, so they were not too worried.
After a few more days, a secret edict from Jingdou and a report from Jiangnan were sent at the same time to the count's manor. Fan Xian lowered his head to look at the two thin pieces of paper. He knew that his trip to Danzhou had come to an end. Involuntarily, a glimmer of reluctance welled up in his heart.
After all, he was the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council and an imperial envoy with full power in Jiangnan Road. Furthermore, he was still young and healthy. He could not follow Chen Pingping and hide away in his favorite place to retire.
Although Danzhou was good, he would eventually have to leave.
In the morning of the next day, Teng Zijing took Lin Dabao and the Third Prince out to sea to fish again. Fan Xian had finally fulfilled his promise to Wan 'er. Holding her little hand, the two of them used their slow steps to step on the Danzhou soil. Feeling the atmosphere, they carried out an enriching one-day tour of Danzhou.
After a little disguise, the husband and wife went to the lively market, went to the beach by the pier, looked at the beautiful white birds that Hong Changqing hated bitterly, squatted at the back door of the Count's mansion, and told stories for a while. Only then did they go to the extremely quiet grocery store.
Wan 'er smiled warmly the entire way and allowed her husband to hold her hand as they walked quickly or slowly. She knew that all of these were Fan Xian's most beautiful memories. He had brought her here today in the hope that she could also share in the most gentle and beautiful part of his heart.
The grocery store was quiet. The dust was still thick.
The couple were both lazy people, so they couldn't be bothered to clean up. They just stood in the room and looked around, talking about old times.
Wan 'er listened quietly to Fan Xian reminiscing about his childhood with a myriad of emotions. Her heart couldn't help but tremble. She thought that it was not only her life in the Royal Palace that had been tense and dangerous. Even her husband's childhood, other than happiness, also had many hardships and hardships.
Her hand gently held the kitchen knife. Smiling slightly, she said, "Then, I will use this knife to cut the shredded radish for you to drink?"
Fan Xian smiled happily and nodded his head.
Wan 'er glared at him and said, "Drinking sorghum at such a young age, aren't you afraid of getting drunk to death?"
Fan Xian smiled and didn't say anything.
Lin Wan 'er suddenly opened her large eyes and said curiously, "Where is the cliff you practice martial arts on? Is it like the steep slope on Cang Mountain? Can you take me there to see? "
Fan Xian was startled and said, "That place is dangerous. You can't go up."
Lin Wan 'er made an "oh" sound, but her round face clearly expressed a strong sense of regret.
Fan Xian looked at her and suddenly said, "Hold me tightly."
Lin Wan 'er paused for a moment and then chuckled. Her hands passed through Fan Xian's arms and hugged him tightly, just like that night on the bed. She was afraid that he would disappear, and she was even more afraid that he would be immersed in the atmosphere of Danzhou.
— — —
On the precipitous cliff by the Danzhou sea, Fan Xian and Lin Wan 'er stood hand in hand on the edge of the cliff. A few steps forward was the abyss, the ocean, and the snowflakes.
The sea wind blew against their faces. The sun above their heads seemed a bit further away than it did on the ground. It was clear and scattered with a layer of light, but it did not seem very hot.
Wan 'er's breathing was slightly chaotic. Her face was flushed, but there was a slight fear in her eyes. Being carried up the cliff by Fan Xian was truly the most exciting experience of her life. She didn't know how she had gotten up those wet and slippery cliffs. So, standing at the edge of the cliff, she was actually not afraid. It was as if she was numb.
She timidly glanced at Danzhou in the distance and found that even with her eyesight, she couldn't even see the appearance of the private residences clearly.
She turned her head and glanced at the calm Fan Xian. In a quiet voice, she said, "In the past … climbing every day?"
"Yes," Fan Xian said with a slight smile. "Since I was six or seven? I can't remember anymore. In any case, other than me and Uncle, you are the third person to come up here. "
Lin Wan 'er lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. She knew that this must be Fan Xian's greatest secret. To be able to be brought up by him … a glimmer of sweetness welled up in her heart. Immediately after, there was a glimmer of bitterness. She slowly leaned against Fan Xian's arm and said, "I always felt that my life in the Royal Palace was hard. Only now do I know that your life is even harder than mine."
At such a young age, he was forced to climb mountains. What was it for? Naturally, he was worried that someone would come and kill him. To grow up in such a terrifying environment, what kind of torture was that for the boy back then. Thinking of this, Wan 'er felt a glimmer of sympathy for the seemingly incomparably powerful man beside her.
Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "What is so hard about it? If you don't want to die, you have to work harder. Actually … compared to other people in this world, you and I are already people who have been soaked in a secret jar. Don't say it's hard lightly. At least we don't have to worry about whether we'll have food to eat, clothes to wear, or whether our parents will sell us to a brothel to be a prostitute or a teapot. "
Wan 'er listened calmly to the side.
"The carefree energy on the surface … is all faked."
Fan Xian looked at the golden light on the surface of the sea in a daze. "Actually, you should know that I can be said to be the person who lives the most attentively, the hardest, and the most diligent in this world."
Wan 'er nodded. Even during the years in the Cang Mountains after his marriage, Fan Xian did not forget to cultivate twice a day. Given Fan Xian's present realm and power, he did not need to be so diligent. People often only saw Sir Fan junior's bright and beautiful side. They had no idea how much sweat and effort he had put into this side.
"I've been like this since I was very young," Fan Xian slowly said. "No one understands why I treat myself so harshly."
Wan 'er only understood one thing, so she listened quietly to him.
Fan Xian paused for a moment and slowly closed his eyes. Facing the Danzhou sea breeze, he quietly said, "In reality, the reason is very simple … I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
"Just like what I often said when I was young, only when drunk will I know the strength of life. Only after death will I know the weight of life. A person who has never died will never know how terrifying death is."
"I want to live on in this world, so I have to be ruthless. I have to make myself strong."
"And you don't know, when you're used to lying on the bed and can't move a finger, even if you want to torture yourself … Suddenly, the heavens give you a chance to torture yourself. You'll be extremely grateful to the heavens, and you'll be intoxicated by it."
Fan Xian was intoxicated in the memories of his two lives. Wan 'er, who was by his side, couldn't understand at all. She looked at his delicate and handsome face with a sense of maturity and vicissitudes that completely did not match his age. Her heart was moved and grieved. She felt that her heart followed Fan Xian's heart and surged with an indescribable and indescribable sorrow.
Wan 'er's eyes were slightly wet. With some difficulty, she stood on her tiptoes and gripped the corner of her sleeve to help Fan Xian wipe the corner of his eyes.
— — —
The trip back to Danzhou to visit relatives ended like this. However, before he left, Fan Xian gathered in the old lady's study and muttered to her for a long time about the news from Jingdou. These two, who appeared to be the most gentle but were actually the coldest, carried out a serious conversation.
When he left the study, Fan Xian's expression was slightly heavy.
Returning to the room, Wan 'er carefully asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing big." Fan Xian thought for a moment and then calmly said, "It is natural for the Imperial Censors to send a letter. I am an imperial envoy of Jiangnan Road. Running to Danzhou to play is certainly an eyesore to many people. More importantly, I heard some news that is not very comfortable."
"What news?" Wan 'er saw a rare glimmer of annoyance appear on her husband's face and couldn't resist smiling. "To be able to make you lose your composure."
Fan Xian sighed and forced a smile. "During the New Year, Yan Xiaoyi will also be returning to the capital to report on his work. He will probably be entering the capital at about the same time as me."
Yan Xiaoyi? The Qing Kingdom's Northern Governor, the former Commander of the Imperial Army, and a famous ninth-level super ace in the Qing Kingdom. Most importantly, he was the Eldest Princess' trusted aide and had a reputation in the military. Even the Emperor would not rashly suppress him without evidence.
When such a figure returned to the capital, it was inevitable that he would directly come into contact with Fan Xian.
Fan Xian still remembered the shocking arrow he had encountered when he had snuck into the Royal Palace.
…
…
Wan 'er furrowed her brows and said, "Is … the martial conference in front of the Palace going to resume?"
Fan Xian glanced at her in shock. Shortly after, he smiled and patted her head. He thought to himself that his wife's sense of smell was indeed sharp in this area. Nodding his head, he said, "I heard it is the Bureau of Military Affairs' intention. The military has suggested resuming the martial conference to raise the morale of the people."
"What did the Emperor say?" Wan 'er asked worriedly. She knew that the Qing Kingdom was a country that conquered the world on horseback and had always placed great importance on military achievements. However, after three Northern expeditions, the Emperor had recuperated in preparation for another battle. He had turned his gaze to governance and stopped the most important annual martial conference many years ago.
"Naturally, the Emperor will not object," Fan Xian said with a slight smile. "This is a good thing. The court has been in peace for too long. Even the Jiaozhou Navy has changed. Naturally, they need a reason to rally the military's morale."
Lin Wan 'er was silent for a moment and then suddenly said, "I'm afraid … it is targeted at you."
"I am a civil official," Fan Xian said with a smile, but he clearly felt a problem in his heart. His view was different from that of the Second Prince on Liujing River. The Second Prince always thought that the Emperor had Fan Xian handle the Jiaozhou Navy matter because he had loosened his mouth to let Fan Xian come into contact with and familiarize himself with military affairs. However, Fan Xian thought that his unyielding "father" was thinking the opposite problem. He had killed Chang Kun and secretly harmed Dang Xiaobo. Regardless of the faction in the military, the commanders and generals probably all held a grudge against him.
The Emperor still did not want the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council to gently touch military power.
Wan 'er looked at him and sighed. "You are a civil official, but … you are also a martial ace known to all under heaven."
Fan Xian's eyebrows rose. "You mean that Yan Xiaoyi will challenge me in the martial conference when he returns to the capital?"
The people of the Qing Kingdom loved martial arts. Although this trend had gradually faded, the valiant taste deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and officials could not be brushed away. Just like how Ye Ling 'er could throw a knife outside the Royal Palace to challenge Fan Xian, duels were still legal matters in the Qing Kingdom. Furthermore, no one was willing to back out of a martial conference in front of the palace.
However, Fan Xian was willing to back out. He smiled coldly and said, "How childish. He wants to fight me, so I have to fight him?"
In his heart, martial arts were used to kill people and not to fight in duels. If he wanted to kill people, Fan Xian had countless methods that were more efficient and safer than a duel. Duel? A child's game. Fan Xian suddenly felt that the Qing Kingdom's military was somewhat childish. He couldn't help but snort disdainfully.
Wan 'er sighed and gently said, "Although this method is direct and effective, it is very stupid. Mother shouldn't be so stupid as to have Yan Xiaoyi challenge you in the Palace. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, Yan Xiaoyi wouldn't dare to actually hurt you. The Emperor's eyes are watching. Thus, I also feel that I cannot understand the reasoning behind this. Perhaps we are thinking the wrong way. Yan Xiaoyi is the Governor of the North. He hasn't returned to the capital in two years, so he should be reporting on his work."
Fan Xian suddenly had a thought. He furrowed his brows. If Yan Xiaoyi's return to the capital this time had something to do with the so-called martial conference, then it could only mean one thing. The power in the court was finally trying to directly challenge the authority of the royal family. But, what right did the Eldest Princess have?
"If I avoid the battle, it will weaken the momentum," Fan Xian said with a slight smile. "But, you know, I don't care about this face."
This was a lie. Fan Xian was also a vain person. If it was another important military general challenging Fan Xian in the martial conference, Fan Xian wouldn't even blink. He would directly beat the other person until even their mother wouldn't recognize them and add a golden border to his reputation. But, that person was Yan Xiaoyi.
Fan Xian asked himself honestly. Even though his injuries had long healed and he had the help of Haitang's Heart of Tianyi Dao, and he had long stood firmly at the peak of the ninth-level, if he were to truly face a super warrior who could shock the world with one arrow, he still wouldn't have it easy.
On his side, there were two people who could stand against Yan Xiaoyi, Haitang and the Shadow. The problem was, these two could not act for him.
On his side, there was still one person who could easily finish off Yan Xiaoyi and Uncle Wu Zhu. The problem was, Uncle Wu Zhu had once again left home.
Amidst Fan Xian's nervousness, he suddenly and inexplicably became excited. The tip of his nose seemed to smell the salty and wet smell of the sea cliff. If, after returning to the capital, he truly had to fight Yan Xiaoyi head on. If he didn't rely on those little tricks, just how far could he go?
Jingdou, wind and thunder, warriors, martial arts. These words tempted Fan Xian's restless heart.
He was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his head and smiled. Gently, he said, "I won't fight, but … how about trying to kill him?"
Wan 'er opened her eyes wide and was speechless for a moment.
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I am about to leave Danzhou. I know some friends feel that this section is a bit long, but before I entered Danzhou, I said in advance that this is a section that I think is very important. I will write it in great detail.
Fan Xian's return to Danzhou is the content I passionately hoped for when I wrote the first volume. After looking forward to it for almost a year, I have finally come back. How can I not miss it? How can I not put my heart into it? If I don't write about Dong 'er … I will slap myself, haha.
Also, when writing a novel online, it is actually very difficult to write about the main character's personality, three views, and the like in large chunks. It can only be reflected through small details in different chapters. This is a very complicated matter, so I need the Danzhou section.
These chapters are to help this novel stand out and also to satisfy my own interests and aesthetic inclinations. Although they may not be very powerful, I still have to write, no? Writing is so tiring. If I wanted to twist the plot, I would certainly write much faster, and I would also earn more money … it is only a problem of rhythm. I am still learning. The rhythm of a popular novel fluctuates. This is a very difficult problem. There is no trick to it. I can only master it the more I write, the better I get. I hope that in my future writing career, I can reach a certain level. I hope everyone can see me continue to improve.
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