The Fan family withdrew from that unprovoked catastrophe that was enough to shake up Xia Song. The root cause, according to the elders of the Fan family, was that it had little to do with the Fan family's deep roots in Xia Song. It even had a close relationship with Fan Yuanyang's rise in officialdom in the court. It doesn't matter if you reach the highest place. Even if the power of aristocratic families cannot be underestimated, if they don't have huge connections with the sects in the mountains, the court will often remain on the same page as outsiders.
Even though the family is under the care of the sect in the mountains, since the beginning of the chaos in the world, the sect's contacts with the family have become increasingly rare. At present, the Fan family has very little contact with the otherworldly cultivating sects in the mountains. Only by controlling the literati official position and relying on the old and young literati ministers who had established themselves in Xia Song Dynasty could the entire Fan family be supported.
Therefore, the old man of the Fan family, who knew the ins and outs of the plot, never thought that he could protect himself from such a major event that shocked Xia Song. He only had to give up Fan Yuanyang's move. It was because of the power of the Fan family that the current Xia Song saint could not He did not try to reduce the serious matter to a trivial one, but because Saint Xia Song was concerned about Fan Yuanyang and the Fan family's contribution to the imperial court and the country, he refused to take action against the Fan family.
If an emperor, who is plagued by serious illnesses and has been weak all year round, really wants to use the knife, it will be as fast as wind and thunder, and the force will be as powerful as the roaring waves. How can there be any room for regrets?
Zhao Ziyang was an outsider, but Fan Qingjia insisted on inviting him. He also heard the senior elders of the Fan family teach young people three or two times. It can be said that every word was spoken in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.
The descendants around the Fan family's house, even the children in their twilight years, still need to sit cross-legged and listen to the lectures of the elders of the Fan family. They do not expect to be able to think clearly at this age, but they have always been influenced by their ears and eyes. It is a good way to educate people from a famous family. It only needs to be touched briefly and briefly. After that, as you grow older and become more knowledgeable, you will be proficient in worldly officialdom, and you can still draw benefits from what you have gained at a young age.
This time he went to the imperial city, Fan Qingjia was no exception. He still disguised himself and covered it with a veil. His originally beautiful and cold face turned into an ordinary woman again, and her face looked very mean.
Li Fu'an is still determined to prevent Zhao Ziyang from disaster, but it is a bit inappropriate to say disaster. After all, outside the Fan family, there are not many people who can look up to Zhao Ziyang, a warrior in the world. Therefore, even if there is an old man who has a vague idea that this person is extraordinary, It is still not possible to change the reputation, not to mention there are idle and lazy people like Li Fu'an, so they are even more displeased with this Jianghu man who has neither family background nor knowledge.
But Fan Qingjia spoke up this time, and ordered Li Fu'an to go and live elsewhere, while he and Zhao Ziyang were in the same car tent. Li Fu'an knew the latter's thoughts, and when he saw this man who had been dead since his father's death, he had two eyes on his face. The extremely fierce woman still found it difficult to speak.
"Although in the deep spring, one can catch a glimpse of the summer scenery and say that the world is good, but all the way to the imperial city, I always feel uneasy." On the first day of the journey, Fan Qingjia lifted up the satin curtain of the car tent and looked out at the scenery. , did not move much anymore, and did not speak slowly until the sunset. It was not as if he was talking to Zhao Ziyang, who had already taken a nap six or seven times. Cool.
"This visit to the Imperial City is nothing compared to the last time. Everyone crossing the street wanted to show off and kick. It was a critical moment, and even the Fan family couldn't protect you, the daughter of the emperor. There is no need to worry this time. After the dust has settled, we will return to the Imperial City. It's prosperous and prosperous. Others don't know that the girl is the daughter of the Fan family. They should also know that the car tent comes from a wealthy family. Relax and enjoy the late spring scene outside. I'm afraid you can reach the imperial city in a few days." Raising his eyes lazily, Zhao Ziyang realized something was wrong as the words came out of his mouth. He wanted to add a few words, but after much hesitation, he still couldn't speak. He usually boasted that his words were quite measured, but this time he rarely said a few words. The unpleasant words came, and for a moment I didn't know how to open my lips again.
Ordinary people would most likely think that going to the imperial city is a good thing, as they can take advantage of the spring season to enjoy the flowers and splashing water along the way, and then wash away the dust in their hearts. The most important thing, probably every time I step into the imperial city in this life, my first thought is that when Fan Yuanyang died outside the imperial city, how could he have the slightest intention to enjoy the scenery, and how could he be at ease.
Advising someone to be at ease is supposed to be the most unreasonable act of confiding in one's heart, but Zhao Ziyang just said two words that should not be said at all, without taking into account what Fan Qingjia was thinking.
However, Zhao Ziyang himself did not know why he never offered any words of comfort or added a few words of comfort in the end.
"Actually, you're right. There's no need to blame yourself." But Fan Qingjia just glanced at Zhao Ziyang's extremely awkward expression from the corner of his eye and saw the latter's difficulty. He smiled lightly and said,
"The terrain in Xia Song is mostly flat, but there are also rugged mountain foothills and long ridges and cold pools. It is not beautiful to just think about things that make you feel sleepy along the way. My father taught me when I was a child that everyone Things in the world must be looked at in front of you. No matter how important or important things are behind you, don’t pay too much attention when walking. It is natural for women’s families to be indecisive, but the Fan family should not be like this. They are planning their own affairs. Maybe my father also guessed this before entering the imperial city. In this calamity, he is a very calculating person. He cherishes his life the most and is not willing to die in vain, but he still cannot escape this disaster."
"To be honest, I am very attracted to the young hero. I wonder if it is because Qin Xiu kept talking in his ears at that time, saying that this young man is really promising at a young age. Whether it is skill, calculation or cultivation, he is rare among his peers. After entering the city, I was trapped in that weird virtual world, holding Cui'er's body, no matter how I thought about the helpless people around me, when I saw the young master again, I felt that I couldn't leave him, and I probably liked him a little bit after all. Not too much, not too little, not enough to have the face that can make you abandon the rich family, but enough to know that others have never fallen in love with you, so you often miss her." The woman's voice was very soft, and the slow sound of horse hooves could overwhelm most of it, but Zhao Ziyang still Hearing every word, he became even more silent and his lips tightened.
"I'm not worried, young hero. I am a woman from a noble family who is very scheming. I asked young hero to send me back to my house. Firstly, I lost my sense of propriety at the beginning and couldn't bear the death of my father outside the imperial city. For example, Like a drowning person who is about to die, he can't wait to grab the surrounding water. Secondly, he also keeps his own plans. I heard from others that the two practitioners in the five-foot realm are from the four realms. They can compete with the four realms at this age. , we can look forward to it in the future. The Fan family has a very talented practitioner like Shaoxia sitting in charge, so we can always have a little more strength." Only then did Zhao Ziyang have the intention to question, but the woman in front of him stood up and pressed her hands with two slightly pale fingers. The center of Zhao Ziyang's lips was cold and moist. Unknowingly, he stopped thinking about speaking and shook his head slightly.
Just treat it like this. It’s never about people, but about profit. Maybe it won’t trap other people’s thoughts. After all, everyone in the world thinks like this. How can a noble family have such love? Just treat it as such. What the world says is true, as long as the two of them know it and understand it tacitly, as long as they don't show any true intentions, then they are all in it for the benefit of each other.
Fan Qingjia has always been the same on the outside. Her face was cold and lonely, and her mind was as cold as ice. Ordinary men may not be able to completely cut off their thoughts, but since it was Fan Qingjia who said it, Zhao Ziyang never doubted it. This girl's character is much stronger. People, it's a pity that I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.
The carriage headed towards the capital unhurriedly, but Fan Qingjia seemed to be in a good mood after having said what he was worried about. He would often stop the carriage and go out with Zhao Ziyang for spring outings, whether in the colorful mountains or on the road. In Xijing River, the daughter of the Fan family always pulls up the sleeves of Zhao Ziyang, lifts up the hem of her skirt wantonly, treads water with bare feet, and steps on thousands of flying flowers. For a moment, she forgets that she is the daughter of the Fan family, and forgets the so-called female reserve. A virtuous person, she freely reveals her childhood temperament without any restraint.
At this time, Zhao Ziyang vaguely remembered that when he was taking a nap in the courtyard of the mansion, and when he was standing at the gun post, he seemed to be able to detect a figure not far away based on his cultivation. He stood there for almost half a day.
After all, he was in the Fan family's house and the person who came was not a cultivator. Zhao Ziyang simply ignored him and continued as usual, taking a nap when he wanted to take a nap and practicing with his gun when he wanted to, completely ignoring this person in the dark. The idlers who looked at this picture, now looking back, realize clearly that they were probably dull and careless, which caused a woman to have the wrong intention.
It rained several times in the small building of the mansion. Inside was a martial arts practitioner who was sleeping quite wildly. Outside he was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. He didn’t ask anyone to hold up an umbrella, for fear that it would cover his eyes. If the wind blew lightly, the rain would come. Add coldness.
On a sunny day, the young man standing next to the well with his spear broken and all the thorns exposed is often shirtless and sweating profusely. However, the woman outside simply puts aside her shy thoughts and stands quietly until Outside the wall, there is less than a hundred steps between them, but unfortunately no one has broken through.
The sky was cloudy and the moon was waxing and waning, and we stayed together like this for many hours. Not far away outside the car tent, Li Fu'an was sitting in an abandoned pavilion, shaking his wine bottle, but looking at the barefoot girl treading water by the stream, he realized that the cold air between the girl's brows had faded. She was really pretty to behold. , stepping on the water splashed up countless pieces of silver like flying flowers. Zhao Ziyang next to him also had his clothes wet by the water splashes, but his expression was much more vivid than before.
I have been out of Nangong Mountain for a long time, and I have never seen anything like this. The Fan family and daughter carried a heavy load weighing more than ten thousand kilograms on their shoulders while walking up the mountain, but Zhao Ziyang's shoulders had never been empty before. Maybe the two of them had nothing to do. I can really say that they are a perfect match. Regardless of their family background, the Fan family's daughter is no less beautiful than the refugee woman who once fled at the foot of Nangong Mountain. Unfortunately, the time has not come yet and the opportunity has not been fulfilled.
But no matter what, it is difficult to complete a love affair privately. If you think about it more hypocritically, Zhao Ziyang is just a very young man. He recalled that he was a member of the White Tiger Gang at the foot of the mountain, picking up a brick and doing chivalry. Now he is standing on the thin ice, his spirit of vigor has only diminished but not increased.
On the contrary, it makes people feel that they have committed a great sin.
