Celebrating more than two years of peace in the world

Chapter 6 The grace of the saints is mighty, and the ministers are grateful
It was already afternoon when Fan Xian got up from the bed.

Standing at the door, he twisted his neck and arms. Since Bei Qi came home, he had been lying down for several days, and now his whole body was so weak that he couldn't use any strength. Fortunately, the sword before was all done according to his script. The position of Fan Xian is very skewed, Yan Bingyun's level is also online, and the sudden arrow can avoid all the vital points, so that Fan Xian is actually not in any serious trouble. With a strong body, it is natural to recover faster.

"Your Majesty means that after the Lord can stand up, go to see him in the palace." Eunuch Hou stood at the door and said to Fan Xian with a professional smile.

Fan Xian glanced at Eunuch Hou in embarrassment, "Your Majesty really knows everything. As soon as I walk from the bed to the door, he already knows that I can get out of bed and walk around. It's amazing."

"Your Majesty Fan was too worried. It's just that His Majesty was troubled by some trivial matters a few days ago. Today, when you have time, you immediately called the old servant to inform Master Fan. Now, it seems that Master Fan is in a good mood. Why don't you choose a day to hit the sun? Old slave How about bringing your lord into the palace to face the saint?" Eunuch Hou asked tentatively.

Fan Xian actually smiled, but it was actually good, the one he was anxious to see was not Emperor Qing, but Lin Wan'er. After walking for so long, he didn't know what happened to Wan'er, but if he wanted to see Lin Wan'er, he had to ask first. Passing the level of Emperor Qing, seeing the emperor and seeing the princess, can be justified.

"Okay, please trouble father-in-law to wait for me to change clothes." Fan Xian said.

"Please, Mr. Fan." Eunuch Hou stretched out his hand and said politely.

There was no change in the decoration of the palace of the Qing Dynasty. Fan Xian, who was dressed in fine clothes, walked through the side door of Zhengxuanwu Gate, looked around, and found that it was no different from his appearance before he went to the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Gong Dian is still on duty in front of Taihe Hall.

All those who enter the palace can only enter the vicinity of the middle palace through the Hall of Supreme Harmony. After passing the Hall of Taihe, they are all guarded by heavy soldiers. As the first checkpoint of the Qingguo Imperial Palace, only he Gongdian is guarding it. It is rumored that Da Nei commanded a cavalry Dang Qian, as long as he is in front of Taihe Hall, even thousands of troops cannot rush over.

Fan Xian was used to the bragging stance of these people, and he didn't care whether he could beat a thousand enemies and ten thousand horses. Anyway, when he was facing palms against him, he felt that he could do it with just four words. I can describe it.

When passing by, he just nodded to Gong Dian, and walked into the path beside Taihe Hall.

This road was still fresh in Fan Xian's memory. He recalled that when he left Bei Qi, this was the last road he took to enter the palace. He followed Eunuch Hou to the Imperial Study Room and stopped in front of him.

Fan Xian waited for Eunuch Hou to go in to report, but the other party said directly, "Your Majesty has an order. After you arrive, just go in."

Fan Xian scratched his head, "Okay."

Walking straight into the Imperial Study Room, Fan Xian's footsteps were very light, but even so, he was heard by His Majesty in front of the screen. His voice was very deep, as if he said under his breath, "Come on."

Fan Xian walked in.

Emperor Qing was still wearing his dragon robe pajamas. Fan Xian had always liked this pajamas, but he couldn't ask for it from the other party. Dressing in this era still had classes.He stood where he was, bowed slightly, "Your Majesty sees you."

"You really don't have good etiquette, so you need to force some etiquette, neither fish nor fowl." His Majesty's lecture was going on all the time, he pouted his mouth and motioned Fan Xian to sit on the seat beside him.

The prince's audience was nothing more than an embarrassment, but Fan Xian could already sit by the stove. The last time he sat here was the prime minister, Lin Ruofu.

Fan Xian sat down, "Your Majesty is hoarse?"

"I've been a little tired these few days." Emperor Qing said.

"The dragon's body is not in good shape. You can mix some chrysanthemums with honeysuckle, boil them in hot water, and add some sugar to relieve the heat." Fan Xian said.

"If it doesn't work, I will ground you."

Fan Xian just smiled slightly.

Where are the monarchs and ministers here, they are simply father and son.

The two of them naturally knew each other well.

I know you are my son, but you don't know, you are so poor.

I know you're my dad, but you think I don't know you're my dad, lucky me.

After intertwining eyebrows and eyes for a while, Emperor Qing said, "Is your body better?"

"Of course it's better." Fan Xian said.

"Did you meet other people when you were recuperating?" Emperor Qing asked suddenly.

Fan Xian shook his head, "Apart from the family members, the first person I see after recovery is Eunuch Hou, and the next one is Your Majesty."

Emperor Qing nodded.

Fan Xian knew very well that he was the first victim of the interception and killing of the mission. If it were an ordinary person, he would spread the news all over the world about what he had encountered and what he had seen. However, Fan Xian was different. In Emperor Qing's cognition, he could naturally judge what to do from the outside wind and his own will, and asked this question. The reason for one sentence is to ask Fan Xian to confirm that he is doing the right thing.

"Yeah." Emperor Qing stood up from his chair and said with his hands behind his back, "Walk with me."

Fan Xian stood up.

The back door of the Imperial Study Room is the Tide Watching Pavilion, which was specially built by Emperor Qing. The koi in a pond is a wonder in the world.

Behind the scenes, the father and son did not speak tacitly. They walked slowly on the bank of the Chaoguan Pavilion, throwing fish food casually, and at the same time, Emperor Qing said slowly, "This koi is really interesting. It has been raised in a pond. , will only rush to eat when others throw away food, if they don’t throw away food, they will be hungry, I was very busy a few days ago, I came to see it early this morning, and found a few dead.”

As he walked in, Fan Xian saw bloodstains beside the fish pond. It seemed that the eunuch who guarded the place was held accountable and subjected to criminal law. The bloodstains were not much, and he probably still had one life left. After thinking about it, he said, "Your Majesty has a lot of things to do every day, and koi are just playthings."

"This pond was built when your mother was there. She often fished in the pavilion. At that time, she laughed and laughed every day, making this imperial study room very happy." Qing Emperor's eyes There was a flash of tenderness.

Fan Xian discovered this touch of tenderness, but did not break Emperor Qing's memory.

"You are very similar to your mother, especially your eyes and talent." Emperor Qing said, leading Fan Xian to the middle pavilion.

The pavilion is directly connected by a single plank road, with pools of water on both sides, calm as usual.

After arriving in the pavilion, Fan Xian saw a portrait.

"This is your mother. I found the best painter in the Qing Kingdom, but your mother insisted not to face it, so I drew this picture of fishing. Although it is a back view, but the overall sketch is really reminiscent of the scene of the year, with a lingering aftertaste. " Emperor Qing said.

"Did mother write any poems back then?" Fan Xian asked suddenly.

"Of course there are, but..." Emperor Qing hesitated.

Fan Xian was puzzled.

"Look for yourself." Emperor Qing smiled and pointed to the stone tablet in front of him.

Fan Xian spared the past and looked at the stone tablet.

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, looking inside and outside the Great Wall..."

amount……

In Fan Xian's mind, this is a rare poem, indeed, it can be called astonishing four words, but...

This is Nanqing, the scenery of the Northland...

It can also be seen that Emperor Qing really likes Ye Qingmei, otherwise this poem praising the Northern Qi would not have been placed behind Qing's royal study.

"Fan Xian." Emperor Qing let out a long breath, looked into the distance lightly, and asked, "Do you have any complaints about this mission?"

"Your servant is terrified." Fan Xian said.

"Fear..." Emperor Qing smiled, "The courtiers in this world are terrified every day and every night. The fear comes and goes, but it's just prevarication."

"Is there any ambiguity in your opinion of Wan'er?" the emperor asked again.

"No!" Fan Xian answered simply.

"Aren't you panicking?" Emperor Qing smiled.

Fan Xian didn't answer, but lowered his head, secretly pleased.

"Go back and prepare." Emperor Qing said.

Fan Xian who was standing there was taken aback, "Ready?"

"Could it be that the wedding day is here, shouldn't the groom be ready?" Emperor Qing's expression regained his majesty, and his eyes changed from the tenderness just now to the one who sees through everything.

Fan Xian immediately knelt down. It was not the emperor who knelt down to thank the emperor. To Fan Xian, it might be worship.

Emperor Qing laughed and walked away.

Fan Xian yelled from behind, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the great grace, my servant, I am very grateful."

(End of this chapter)