Jianghu Guest Qinglu

The painting is charming, like a fairy, as if out of the world.

If Fang Xiang didn't know him well, I'm afraid he would be fascinated by him, but it's a pity that Fang Xiang not only knew him, but also was a close friend.

"Mr. Lan is here. Fang is far away to welcome him, but he still looks at Haihan." Fang Xiang stood up and cupped his hands.

"Ms. Lan came here uninvited, please don't blame Fang Xiang." Mr. Lan also bowed his hands.

Fang Xiang waved his sleeves to invite, "Since you are here, you are a guest. If Mr. Lan doesn't mind, how about having a drink together?"

"The Prime Minister invites you, Lan will dare to refuse." Mr. Lan took his seat.

Fang Xiang took a new cup, poured wine for it himself, and handed it to Lan Qingke.

Mr. Lan joked, "It's a blessing for Lan to have Fang Xiang pour wine."

Fang Xiang smiled wryly, "Young Master Lan, don't make fun of me."

Mr. Lan drank without saying a word.

Fang Xiang sighed and asked, "If nothing happened, you wouldn't go to Beijing for no reason, but you encountered something difficult?"

Mr. Lan sneered, "I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do. It turns out that Fang Xiang is also like this."

Seeing that he misunderstood, Fang Xiang said anxiously, "Why, don't misunderstand"

Mr. Lan smiled leisurely, and Fang Xiang realized that he was joking.

"I only have you as my best friend in this life, how can I be angry with you for such an unreasonable thing, and misunderstand you. I am here just for your sake"

"For me? What's my business?" Fang Xiang was puzzled.

Mr. Lan sighed, "Although you conceal it very well, you still can't hide it from me. You can't hide the worry in your eyes, and you're drinking to relieve your sorrow tonight. It's not what's on your mind. If you guessed right, I'm afraid that what's on your mind is nothing. It is the honor of the ninety-five"

Fang Xiang was surprised, happy, and panicked. What surprised him was that he was thoughtful, but he knew about the affairs of the court in Jianghu. What made him happy was that he regarded himself as a close friend. He could guess what was in his heart, could it be that he was so obvious, was he the only one who saw it, or did the others also see it but didn't tell the truth.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Mr. Lan said, "If I can't even see this, then it's useless to spend time with you."

Fang Xiang smiled wryly, "Mr. Lan, it's my good fortune to have friends like this."

Lan Gongzi looked at his best friend and felt distressed, "Zi Jin, that person is not something you can keep in your heart."

Fang Xiang was helpless and depressed, "I know that there is no possibility between me and him, and you don't have to worry about me."

The word “Love” misleads people deeply, and it is enough to upset and upset all living beings. When you don’t get it, you can’t wait to have it immediately, and you are impatient; die.Along the way, there is less joy and more pain.Therefore, what is emotion is best understood through suffering.Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except that Wushan was not a cloud; no matter how difficult it is to be water, no matter how much it is not a cloud, it is just the past, but the men and women who are deeply involved in it think that it is eternal, and the knot will be hard to solve after all.As everyone knows, in life, change is eternal.

Lan Gongzi said, "You can see through, my heart is very relieved"

He also said, "Now that the battle between Song and Jin is imminent, the people of Jianghu are still fighting each other and failing to fight the enemy wholeheartedly to save the country. It was a pity at that time!"

Only then did Fang Xiang wake up, "You are not worried about me here, are you? Are you worried about the country?"

Master Lan sneered and said, "You have come to understand, Lan thought you were deeply in love, and your IQ had regressed."

Hearing this, Fang Xiang looked confused, "You are my best friend, how can you make fun of me?"

Mr. Lan smiled, "Who says I am your best friend, I am your bad friend?"

Fang Xiang sighed, "It's lucky to have a friend like this? Unfortunately?"

After the two joked, they were both positive.

Mr. Lan said to Fang Xiang, "Zijin, although Lan is not a good person, how can he ignore the safety of the country?"

Fang Xiang pondered, "So you plan to help?"

Mr. Lan nodded and said yes, "Compared to national hatred, how big is family hatred?"

In his joy, Fang Xiang waved his sleeves and laughed, "With Mr. Lan's help, why worry?"

Young Master Lan also laughed, "If I join forces with Zijin, the world will be safe."

At the end of that month, the two worldly warriors drank each other.

Two people have their own thoughts.

Fang Huai looked up at the moon, there are very few people who are as indifferent as Mr. Lan, who can get into his eyes, let alone into his heart, he knows only one person, that person is irreplaceable in his heart, and will last forever .There are as many duckweeds as that person in this world, but it is rare for anyone to treat Young Master Lan as he does.

Mr. Lan looked at Fang Huai and thought, Zijin, you know that the most important thing for me to come to Beijing is not to serve the country, but to watch you torture me.Zijin, you have nothing to do with the emperor in this life, let alone the next life, so why are you obsessed with it?Since you can't bear it, then, let me end this fate that was destined to be fruitless before it started, and I will be good to you and him.Zijin, your lover will show up soon, I hope you can grasp it, and don't leave regrets in vain.

No one would have expected that this autumn hunt would turn into an assassination.

You Cheng Fang Huai almost lost his life in order to save the emperor.

But the emperor ignored Fang Huai and only knew about Hua Weiyan, his servant who saved him.

Seeing that Fang Huai was about to die tragically under the sword of the assassin, everyone saw a beam of sword light rising into the sky. The assassin who was about to assassinate Fang Huai showed surprise on his face, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground dead.

Looking at Fang Xiang again, I don't know when there was an extra person by his side, dressed in blue, with a peerless elegance, who is it not Mr. Lan?

However, Mr. Lan is obviously a male servant in Fang Xiang's residence, how can he know how to use swordsmanship, but if he does not know how to do swordsmanship, today is the time when Fang Xiang will die.

Fang Xiang was disheartened, and then he was in danger, and he had the will to die early. He was rescued by Mr. Lan.

Mr. Lan hurriedly embraced him and let him lean into his arms.

Young Master Lan raised his eyes, his eyes were full of sternness, and he swept towards the assassins.

Those assassins were all terrified by him.

Tell you Lord Liao, with my Lan Qing guest here, if you dare to hurt the people of Song Dynasty, I will kill you as a minister.

The assassins were shocked, and felt that the man in blue was not easy to mess with, so they gave up the mission, fled, and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that Hua hadn't said anything, the emperor left him and walked over with a concerned look on his face, "Ms. Fang is fine! Fortunately, there was Mr. Lan just now, otherwise the Great Song Dynasty will lose a loyal minister."

Mr. Lan looked at the emperor with a pair of cold eyes, and his heart trembled when he saw him.

The people in front of me are by no means ordinary people.

"Emperor, Zijin is my good friend. I will never allow him to get hurt, not anyone else." The implication is that the emperor is no exception.

Lan Qingke knew from the very beginning that Fang Huai and the emperor had no results, they had no fate at all, Fang Huai's destined person was still far away, and they would meet soon.

In March, fireworks are flying, and the spring breeze does not pass Yumen Pass.

A carriage passed through Yumen Pass.

In the car, the white-faced scholar turned pale, "Ruo Huai, you, slow down, you are in such a hurry"

The man in blue who drove the car said with a smile, "Who said that the border crisis is in danger and you have to rush there? Who said that you are worried about the country and take the lead, eh? Fang Xiang"

Fang Xiang was extremely aggrieved, why did he shoot himself in the foot with a rock.

It took more than ten days to arrive at the barracks with great difficulty, before the commander came out to meet the supervising army.

Fang Xiang didn't wait for the carriage to stop, he got out of the carriage, threw himself to the side of the road and retched.

Sitting in the carriage along the way, the bumps were unbearable, and the effort was overwhelming. I thought it would be good to stop and vomit, but who knew I couldn't vomit anything, which made it even more uncomfortable.

Fang Xiang had a mournful face and was depressed.

"Fang Xiang." A dull and unfamiliar voice sounded behind him, and Fang Xiang hurriedly restrained his face in fright.Turning around with a smile on his face, his face is impeccable without losing his grace but without being rude.

Fang Xiang bowed his hands and performed the etiquette among officials, "General Guest"

The person in front of him was expressionless, tall and strong, he looked like a person who practiced martial arts all year round, and he didn't know how to flatter and flatter, he was too resolute, although he couldn't speak out, he rarely spoke. It is a dull person. Of course, it is Fang Xiang's own point of view in the end.

Although Fang Xiang and this lord have not met directly, he vaguely remembers that one year when the emperor held a banquet for his officials, he once saw this unspoken man sitting in the last seat alone, eating and drinking alone with his eyes fixed on him. , neither watching the singing and dancing of those female officials who show their breasts, nor flattering and flattering words to win the emperor's favor.

If this person really had a face like a courtier, Fang Xiang didn't even dare to imagine how weird it would be.

Fang Xiang slowly took out the imperial decree from his sleeve, and threatened, "General Ke, accept the decree~"

Ke Xuan took the lead and knelt down without saying a word, and then all the soldiers knelt down in unison, uniformly and in unison, there were tens of thousands of people in the entire army camp, but there was not a single sound.

It seems that this person still has some skills, the corners of Fang Xiang's mouth curled up, and he announced the decree, "By God, the emperor said: The two countries are now at war, and the border crisis is at stake. Specially send Fang Xiang to supervise the army..."

An imperial decree was recited eloquently for half an hour. It is so elegant and elegant like a gentleman, but I can't help but groan. The emperor can really write, but how do you think the handwriting looks more like Mr. Hua's?

Scanning a circle of soldiers, everyone is kneeling straight, there is no one who whispers and complains, and no one who can't hold on and shakes.

Fang Xiang was very satisfied, he managed the army well, if he wanted to speak well in front of the emperor after returning to Beijing, he would be worthy of his colleagues.

"The three armies received the order" Ke Xuan raised his head to receive the order, and then got up, behind him, countless soldiers followed him up.

If it is an ordinary official, he must answer, and the next official will accept the order.After all, Kexuan was not an ordinary official, so he said that the three armies received the order. Although he received the imperial order alone, he represented the three armies.

Fang Xiang didn't greet ordinary officials for a while, but went to rest directly. Anyway, the martial artist only knows how to wield swords and lead soldiers to fight, so he doesn't care about these vain rituals.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Xiang said to go to rest, Ke Xuan