(Yesterday, many brothers and sisters stayed up all night with me, and I felt a surge of power in my heart... Hehe, I couldn't hold on anymore at nine in the morning and went to sleep, only to wake up at five or six in the afternoon.

I sincerely present the final chapter of Qing Yu Nian, totaling 11,000 words, free of charge, because I want to share this final feeling with everyone.

The postscript will follow soon, within about two days. I lick my lips, truly moved beyond words.)

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A spring, long, long after.

In the beautiful city of Hangzhou, a young nobleman rode a dark horse, followed by many attendants, servants, and guards, creating quite a spectacle. This young master strolled along the willow-lined banks of West Lake, occasionally raising his hand to brush aside the willow branches that fell before him, a smile on his face. Yet, there was no artificiality in his graceful demeanor; instead, he exuded an air of refined elegance and composure.

Occasionally, pleasure boats drifted across the lake, but there were no rumored beauties waving red sleeves. A steward-like figure beside the young master, with a shrill voice, laughed, "They say West Lake is full of beauties, but where are they?"

The young master on the dark horse frowned slightly, perhaps feeling that the steward's words were inappropriate. Another man, a master of martial arts, coldly said from his horse, "The Embrace Moon Pavilions are all over the world, but now that someone fishes in West Lake every day, who would dare conduct that kind of business here?"

His words were strange, with a hint of barely suppressed coldness.

The Southern Qing was still the strongest country in the world. Although the Jingdou (Kyoto) Surveillance Bureau had been reorganized and the position of director abolished, His Majesty's supervision of officialdom had reached an unprecedented level of strictness. Relying on the abundance of the national treasury, he had also learned from a predecessor's methods, greatly increasing the salaries of officials. While the abuse of power in the countryside could not be completely eliminated, in Hangzhou, a place of such elegance and prosperity, surely no one would dare to dominate the entire West Lake?

The young master on the dark horse frowned slightly, watching the people who avoided his entourage in the distance, paying attention to their clothing and expressions, turning his thoughts elsewhere.

Several years ago, Emperor Qing launched a northern expedition, but unexpectedly, a shocking event occurred in the Jingdou Imperial Palace just as the war was about to begin. The traitor Fan Xian assassinated His Majesty, who unfortunately died. This news shook the world, and the country fell into turmoil. The Southern Qing iron cavalry, which had already reached Nanjing, had to retreat, giving up the delicious meal they had already swallowed. However, they still occupied a large area of territory in Northern Qi.

The Northern Expedition of Southern Qing was postponed, but after the new emperor reorganized the court, cultivated confidants, and restored the confidence of the Qing people, the Northern Expedition was still not put on the agenda, seemingly destined to be dragged on forever.

However, Northern Qi did not relax its vigilance because of the turmoil in the South. Under the careful governance of the Emperor of Zhan, Northern Qi was thriving after a period of war. National strength was gradually recovering. If the stalemate continued, it would be extremely difficult for Southern Qing to launch another Northern Expedition.

Regarding the details of that assassination that shocked the world, all those in the know, including the Southern Qing court, were reluctant to discuss it, and they swiftly condemned Fan Xian to the pillory of shame.

There was no doubt about this. After all, the new emperor was the late emperor's biological son. Although everyone knew that the current emperor and Fan Xian had a brotherly relationship and were teacher and student, he could not possibly let go of the hatred for his father's killer.

What puzzled everyone was why the Southern Qing court did not associate this shocking event with the people of Northern Qi or Dongyi City, using the national anger to continue the Northern Expedition. Instead, intentionally or unintentionally, they excluded Northern Qi and Dongyi from the matter.

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No one knew that the young master on the dark horse was none other than the current Emperor of Southern Qing. Naturally, no one could recognize that the martial arts master accompanying him was now the number one expert in Southern Qing, Vice Minister of the Military Council, Ye Wan.

If the people of Northern Qi knew this news, that the Emperor of Southern Qing and Ye Wan were both in Hangzhou, far from Jingdou, they would likely send out a large number of assassins to try their luck. After all, if the Emperor of Southern Qing and Ye Wan were to die at the same time, Southern Qing would suffer a great blow.

The current Emperor of Southern Qing was Li Chengping, the third prince born to the late emperor and Consort Yi. He dared to travel far from Jingdou to Hangzhou for a spring outing, naturally not worrying about safety. Firstly, Ye Wan, who was by his side, was one of the few supreme masters of the ninth rank. Secondly, countless imperial guards were hidden around him. Most importantly, on this side of West Lake, Li Chengping did not believe that anyone in the world could harm him.

"More than ten years ago, it should be in the sixth year of the Qingli era, I spent a whole year in Jiangnan." Li Chengping sat on the dark horse, his gaze resting on the gentle waters of West Lake, his eyes softened. "Although I spent more time in the Hua Garden in Suzhou, I also lived in the residence by West Lake for quite some time. Thinking about it now, those were the most carefree days of my life."

"Your Majesty bears the weight of the world and the hopes of the people, so you cannot be as relaxed and carefree as you were in your youth." Ye Wan said blandly. At this time, the two were on the willow embankment of West Lake, surrounded by people from the palace. Passersby kept their distance, so the conversation between the monarch and his subject was not particularly secretive.

Li Chengping smiled slightly at Ye Wan's old-fashioned tone, which implied admonishment, without showing any sign of annoyance. Firstly, he respected Ye Wan's loyalty to him. Secondly, Ye Wan had been his martial arts tutor... Although to this day, Li Chengping still regarded that person whom he had not seen for a long time as his only teacher.

The group slowly moved along the beautiful willow embankment of West Lake, heading towards the mountains, breaking the tranquility that had prevailed here for many days. They arrived outside an elegant courtyard with gray walls and black tiles, exuding a sense of bamboo and wind.

"It hasn't changed much, this courtyard, after all these years."

Li Chengping dismounted, his expression calm. The courtyard gates were already wide open, prepared to welcome His Majesty's incognito arrival. Standing before the wide-open central gate of the familiar courtyard, the Emperor of Southern Qing straightened his clothes and stepped inside.

The residence by West Lake was situated with its back to the mountains and facing the water. The rear was tranquil, without too much of the dampness of the mountains. The gentle wind from the lake traveled through the woods, entering the courtyard, making the voices in the study at the back extremely gentle.

"Teacher, in these past few years, I have relied entirely on your secret support..."

"Teacher, I have something I do not understand..."

"Teacher..."

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The person whom the Emperor of Southern Qing, Li Chengping, called "Teacher" was silent for a long time, not speaking until much later, when a soft voice finally rang out: "Since Your Majesty has come, you should rest in West Lake for a while longer. The scenery of Jiangnan is beautiful, the climate is good, better than the heat in summer and cold in winter of Jingdou."

Li Chengping's voice was also silent for a long time, with a hint of extremely subtle resentment, as he slowly said: "Teacher... I am, after all, the Son of Heaven."

"Your Majesty, I am very aware of this fact, but... I am no longer a subject of the Qing Kingdom, am I?"

"Teacher, regarding the matter of the Internal Treasury, you must give the court an explanation. The Surveillance Bureau has already found the location of that village. As the Emperor, I cannot possibly turn a deaf ear."

"Your Majesty, if any official is angered by this matter, you may allow him to come find me. I do not mind letting him know who the Internal Treasury truly belongs to."

The conversation reached a stalemate. A window was open on the side of the study facing the courtyard. Fan Xian sat at the bright table by the window, averting his gaze from Li Chengping's face, and squinted slightly, looking at the peach blossom tree in the courtyard.

Several years had passed, and Fan Xian had disappeared from the world for several years. He had even disappeared from the discussions in teahouses and streets. There was no doubt that many people had probably forgotten the Poet Immortal, influential minister, and ultimately, the traitor of the Southern Qing Dynasty. His appearance had not changed much. The passage of years was not enough to add the marks of wind and frost to his brow and hair. He was still as he had been in the past, only his demeanor was more calm and composed, still and unmoving.

Li Chengping glanced at him, slowly raised the teacup in his hand, and took a small sip, without deliberately concealing the worry between his brows. Ye Wan, who had been standing by his side, squinted at the man who looked like an old farmer, and his brow gradually furrowed. He had not seen this man for many years. Although he secretly knew that this man was living a comfortable life in the world, Ye Wan still could not accept this fact.

A traitor who assassinated the late emperor was actually able to live a peaceful life in the land of Southern Qing! This absurd fact made it difficult for Ye Wan to suppress the anger in his heart. However, he knew that now was not the time to act. Still, he could not help but slowly say in a cold voice: "Master Fan, in His Majesty's presence, it is best to adhere to the duty of a subject."

Fan Xian turned his head, smiled, and said nothing, because he knew Ye Wan's character, and he also knew his current position in the court. More clearly he understood why Ye Wan had such deep animosity toward him. The duty of a subject? If he had truly regarded himself as a subject of Southern Qing for his entire life, the events in the palace would not have happened.

It was not only Ye Wan who wished he could tear Fan Xian apart and devour his flesh; in fact, most loyal officials in the Southern Qing court had such intense hatred for the vanished Master Fan. To alleviate this hatred, the Southern Qing court in these years had already cast the Fan clan into the dust. All of the Fan clan's property had been confiscated, but it was not included in the national treasury; instead, it was placed under the care of the Jing Prince's mansion.

Because His Majesty's mother was from the Liu Duke's mansion, the Duke's Lane was not implicated by Fan Xian. Most of the Fan clan members had already left Jingdou. Their property was confiscated, but placed under the care of the Jing Prince's mansion, which could silence most of the officials, but where did it truly harm Fan Xian?

Fan Xian smiled calmly, gently, and with absolute sincerity at Li Chengping, and said: "It has been many years since I last saw Your Majesty. Although affairs of state are busy, stay for a few more days."

He completely ignored Ye Wan. This was a kind of self-possession, as well as a kind of indifference and confidence.

Li Chengping smiled wryly, and said: "Very well, it has been a long time since I have seen Elder Sister Chen and those two lively treasures."

Fan Xian also smiled, and said: "Shuning and Liang'er are probably practicing calligraphy with Sisi at this time. Your Majesty, go ahead first, and I will change my clothes and come later." He said with a wry smile: "Now I am sleepy all the time, and I just got up. I have really been neglectful."

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The Emperor of Southern Qing, Li Chengping, and the famous general of the Qing army, Ye Wan, walked out of the study like two ordinary guests. Fan Xian did not personally accompany them. This kind of treatment, this situation was truly somewhat incomprehensible. However, Li Chengping and Ye Wan remained silent, not expressing any anger, because the conversation in the study earlier had fully indicated Fan Xian's attitude.

The steward of the Fan residence in West Lake humbly led the way. This steward had delicate features, and his appearance was pleasing and endearing. Only, there were still a few acne scars on his face, which was a bit of a pity. However, washed over with his warm and peaceful smile, few would pay attention to this detail.

Walking along the quiet and beautiful stone path in the residence, Li Chengping suddenly frowned slightly, feeling that this steward's back looked somewhat familiar. Especially his earlier responses, which had a strong air of the palace, made the Emperor of Southern Qing think of an unimportant person.

"Hong Zhu?" Li Chengping frowned slightly, calling out tentatively.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The steward of the Fan residence stiffened slightly, and then turned around, giving a very respectful salute.

Li Chengping looked at him with a strange expression, looking for a long, long time, and said quietly: "When Teacher left Jingdou, he only asked me to let you go. I never understood why. I didn't expect that you would be able to stay by his side all this time."

Countless thoughts surged in the Emperor's mind, but in the Fan residence, he did not say much. He only waved his hand, asking Hong Zhu to lead him to the side courtyard.

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The Emperor of Southern Qing, traveling incognito, did not stay by West Lake for long. After only three days, and after two more futile conversations with Fan Xian, Emperor Li Chengping and Ye Wan left the Fan residence by West Lake, heading in the direction of Suzhou.

Only a few high-ranking figures in the Southern Qing court knew that Fan Xian was now living in seclusion by West Lake. Xue Qing, who was still serving as the Governor of the Jiangnan Circuit, naturally also knew. After Li Chengping ascended the throne, he rotated the governors of the seven circuits in the country, but he had never touched the Jiangnan Circuit. On the one hand, it was truly because the Jiangnan Circuit was the most important region of the Qing Kingdom. On the other hand, it was perhaps not without the intention of using Xue Qing, a figure of considerable strength, to restrain Fan Xian, who was living in seclusion, from the side.

Amidst the sound of horses' hooves, Li Chengping's expression was indifferent. After a long silence, he suddenly said: "When Teacher took Hong Zhu away from the palace, I thought, as the rumors said, that Hong Zhu was the eunuch leader whom Teacher hated the most, and I felt a little pity... Now I find that Hong Zhu was originally... his man."

Li Chengping's brow furrowed slightly, and he changed his way of referring to Fan Xian from "Teacher" to a direct name. It seemed that the revelation of Hong Zhu's identity caused this nominally strongest ruler in the world to feel a hint of vague unease and anger.

"Who could have imagined that he had hidden so many people in the palace? No wonder he could enter and leave the palace at will, and nothing in the palace could be hidden from him. Even Father Emperor was ultimately defeated by him."

Ye Wan was silent on the side. Of course, he hoped that the Emperor would order the court to launch the most thorough attack on the Fan-affiliated forces hidden in the darkness. However, the changes in the times in these past few years had made Ye Wan clearly feel what kind of influence that nominally retired Master Fan had on Southern Qing, on the entire world. In the current situation, it was basically impossible to eliminate the other party.

Sitting on the dark horse, Li Chengping suddenly sighed, and said: "I know what you want to say, you don't need to say it. I learned from Teacher since I was young, and I know what kind of person Teacher is. The Empress Dowager will absolutely not allow me to have any other thoughts."

He turned his head and glanced at Ye Wan, thinking that in the court, this was probably the most capable and loyal minister to assist him. As for Teacher, how could he possibly come to assist him? He only hoped that he would not cause any more trouble.

Was he somewhat unwilling? Fortunately, Li Chengping had been on the dragon throne for a long time. However, deep in his heart, there still remained the fear, dread, gratitude, and... admiration that he had felt for Fan Xian in his youth. These emotions were very complex, so his gaze was also very complex at this time, looking through the green trees beside the official road, watching the beautiful spring scenery of the southeast, and said quietly: "Without Teacher, I would not be able to sit on this chair."

Apart from the literary officials in the court, who still held strong murderous intent towards the name Fan Xian, in fact, the common people of the world did not have much anger towards Fan Xian. Those things that benefited the common people, the footstools, the halls, everywhere was engraved with a big "Hang" character, the Hang of Hangzhou Society.

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Life by West Lake was very comfortable. Fan Xian had spent several years in peace, but this year's peace was disturbed by the Emperor's sudden visit. His heart also seemed to have broken away from the state of calm and tranquility. On the morning after Li Chengping left, he wandered through the garden in the fresh dew.

His two children had grown up and had already begun their education. Now, they were practicing calligraphy hard every day with Sisi. When they were in Danzhou, Sisi had copied many of the Stone Record for Fan Xian, and her small regular script was extremely beautiful. Fan Xian did not worry, but he felt sorry that the children had to get up so early.

Lin Wan'er came up behind him, took a single garment, and draped it over his shoulders, saying: "Be careful not to catch a cold."

"What time did you finish playing mahjong last night?" Fan Xian looked at her teasingly, jokingly saying. Now, Sisi had to be responsible for the children's studies, and apart from occasionally looking at the account books of the Hangzhou Society, Lin Wan'er had nothing to do. So, she invested her limited life in the infinite work of building the mahjong walls, and enjoyed it immensely.

"The level of the people at home is not up to par. It dispersed after only a few rounds," Lin Wan'er replied with a smile. Now, she was also a young woman in her twenties. However, her words and laughter were still as sunny and gentle as ever, and her big pupils were still untouched by the dust of the world.

"Wait until the second son comes back and see how he disciplines you," Fan Xian said with a smile.

"Speaking of Sizhe, Yuchang came yesterday and brought a message from Father. At that time, His Majesty was talking to you, and I was afraid that these things were urgent, so I didn't bother you."

Yuchang was the black-clothed Tiger Guard who had followed the retired Minister of Revenue, Fan Jian, for many years. He was the most trusted confidant of the Fan clan. Hearing this, Fan Xian frowned slightly, and asked: "What's wrong with Father's side?"

"It's nothing major, just asking us to return to Danzhou after a while. Grandmother misses you, and Sizhe is also rushing back from Shangjing City. I'm afraid he won't have time to come to Hangzhou first," Lin Wan'er replied softly.

Fan Xian said: "Then let's go back. That kid Sizhe..." For some reason, he sighed, and said to Wan'er with a smile: "At first, I thought of things very beautifully, thinking that when the third son became the emperor, Sizhe could return to Jingdou, and maybe he could become the Minister of Revenue in the future, to help the third son... But now that he is my younger brother, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to appear in Jingdou in this lifetime."

"Let's not worry about these things for now. Yuchang also asked on behalf of Father, what is the solution for the Ten Families Village?"

"Follow the plan and take it slowly," Fan Xian's smile gradually faded, and he said calmly and seriously: "Now that the court knows about it, why bother concealing it so much? That child, the third son, still speaks vaguely like when he was a child, clearly worried to death in his heart, but unwilling to say it directly. In that case, I can't say too much."

"Speaking of His Majesty, there really is a problem with your attitude toward His Majesty these past two days. Haven't you noticed Ye Wan's black face?" Lin Wan'er said with a smile: "Although your relationship with him is different from that of ordinary monarchs and ministers, he is, after all, the Emperor. At least you should put on a show of respect on the surface."

Fan Xian chuckled twice, touched Wan'er's head, and said seriously after a moment of silence: "I spent half my life to achieve not kneeling to people, so naturally I can't make an exception for him."

Yes, in the current world, whether it was the emperor of Northern Qi or the emperor of Southern Qing, Fan Xian did not need to kneel before them. If he were to kneel, these two emperors would instead fall into a state of suspicion.

"The third son has grown up, and he should have some of his own ideas." The couple walked to the depths of the bamboo forest, heading towards the white rock outcrop in the distance. As they walked, Fan Xian spoke, a complex smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of his lips: "Last year, old Dai was driven out of the palace by him, wasn't it because of me? Old Dai left with his life, which can be considered as the third son giving me some face."

"Hou Jichang was also promoted and used by him." Fan Xian walked through the bamboo forest and stood before the outcrop made of white stones, and said quietly: "This is not acceptable."

Although the words were simple, they revealed an undeniable strength. Lin Wan'er stared blankly at his side profile, not thinking that her husband's words of interfering in politics were so incredible. In the years after Emperor Qing's death, those forces related to Fan Xian seemed to have been completely confiscated and disbanded by the court. However, those who truly understood the inside story knew that once Fan Xian was willing, he could still mobilize extremely powerful forces.

"Although old Wang retired, Ziyue is still working in Jingdou. I'll leave this matter to him."

"Aren't you always reluctant to interfere in the affairs of the Jingdou court? Why are you doing this this time? Aren't you afraid of angering His Majesty?"

"It involves Jichang, this is His Majesty trying to anger me... As for the affairs of the court, I am not qualified to manage them in the first place. However, if he tries to test my bottom line step by step, I don't mind placing the bottom line further forward," Fan Xian looked at his wife, and said: "I understand the third son better than you. None of the little Li family are simple."

After saying these words, he turned his head and quietly looked at the white stone outcrop. In reality, it was a grave, Chen Pingping's grave, which he had set up by the picturesque West Lake.

After Emperor Qing, there was no one in the entire world who could contend with Fan Xian. Li Chengping could not do it either. Fan Xian's power was too vast, too dispersed, scattered throughout the world. Even the immensely powerful Emperor Qing had to be bound by Fan Xian, only engaging in a war between two people, let alone today's Li Chengping.

In Fan Xian's hands, he possessed the number one moneylender in the world, the allegiance of the eight remaining ninth-rank experts of the Sword Hut. He still had countless spies and confidants in the Internal Treasury. The Ming family, headed by Xia Qifei, was still the largest imperial merchant in the Qing Kingdom. Fan Sizhe's business in Northern Qi was still the largest recipient of Internal Treasury smuggling. The little princess in the Northern Qi palace was his biological daughter...

Consort Ning, who had been under house arrest in the palace, had been taken to Dongyi City many years ago. Accompanying her were also the Great Princess, Masuosuo, and Miss Wang from Great Commander Wang's family, Wang Tong'er. Last year, the First Prince returned to Jingdou to pay his respects, everything was as usual. But now, Dongyi City, nominally attached to Southern Qing, was actually like an independent kingdom jointly ruled by the First Prince and Fan Xian.

Wang Tong'er moved to Dongyi City with the Prince of Harmony's mansion. Wang Zhikun naturally could no longer continue in the position of Grand Commander of Yanjing. After Commander Ye Zhong was injured by Shadow's assassination and was saddened by the Emperor's death and the Southern Qing rebellion, he reluctantly maintained order in the court for a period of time before resigning and leaving. The Southern Qing military, with the retirement of these two elders, began a period of metabolism. Ye Wan formally stood on the Jingdou stage, at the side of His Majesty in the dragon robe. However, this process could not be completed, at least in the short term.

The reason why Fan Xian could possess a status that was completely equal to that of a human emperor, or even surpassed it, besides the above reasons, was actually the most important reason, his past history and the support of his powerful martial force.

The people close to Fan Xian weaved a large net in the world, linking one ring to another. Whoever wanted to harm him, harm one of the rings, would likely face Fan Xian's attack, and everyone knew Fan Xian's power, Fan Xian's ruthlessness.

So, the world now... is very peaceful.

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Fan Xian quietly looked at Chen Pingping's grave, at the white jade stone wet with dew, and remained silent. It had been some time since he had come here to see the old cripple. If the third son had not stirred up some of the thoughts of those years yesterday, perhaps he would not have come today.

Fan Xian was living an extremely good life now. His subordinates, relatives, and friends were also living extremely good lives. Shi Chanli and Sang Wen had already married. That knight who had taken a palm from Fan Xian in the Embrace Moon Pavilion was nowhere to be found. Living in the world, it seemed, was already perfect and there was nothing else to ask for.

The more it was like this, the more he felt that Chen Pingping in the grave was very lonely. Although those outer white jade stones completely covered up the darkness and shadows inherent in the old man, they could not make Fan Xian's heart even slightly warmer.

Chen Pingping's tomb did not have a monument, only a poem engraved on the nearby mountain stone wall, which read:

A lone sail in the sky of Danzhou, only accompanying friends and teachers. Why should the nation belong to one family alone? Who pities the people hanging in the universe? Charging black riders for three thousand miles, a lonely garden and white hair for twenty years. Don't say autumn comes and the old body remains, laugh and watch the heroes, they are not idle.

(Written by a book friend, stolen it, but forgot the original author's name, please forgive me, very sorry.)

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Whenever Fan Xian noticed his transcendence in this world, the peace after the death of the emperor, and stood to watch this poem, he would always remember many things from that year. In fact, the blow that truly defeated the emperor was not the rainbow in the palace, nor his own attack, perhaps it was the forbearance that had begun many years ago, and finally the old cripple's betrayal.

It was this blow that ultimately allowed Emperor Qing to uncover that ugly scar that had been there for many years, descended from the altar, became a mortal, and gave the later comers so many opportunities.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, picked a small yellow flower from beside the bamboo forest, gently placed it on the grave, and then turned to leave.

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Life by West Lake was leisurely and comfortable, and there were no events worth writing about. The only thing that made Fan Xian somewhat unhappy was that, for the sake of those people he wanted to take care of, he seemed to be unable to retreat into seclusion. Even the idea of ​​traveling overseas to find that truly Western continent seemed impossible to realize in the short term.

After all, if he left this continent, who knew how many storms would arise on this continent. This was not narcissism, nor arrogance, but the legacy of his predecessors and the encounters of this life, which had created such a brilliant but helpless situation.

During his years of residence by West Lake, the only small episode that occurred was probably Fan Wujiu's assassination. This last remaining member of the Second Prince's Eight Generals, to avenge the Second Prince and his colleagues, endured for many years, even joining He Zongwei's group in the end, but unexpectedly he was still caught by Fan Xian. The Surveillance Bureau did not kill this man, but exiled him according to Fan Xian's wishes. Unexpectedly, this man once again found an opportunity to assassinate him by West Lake.

Fan Xian certainly did not die, nor did he kill the other party, perhaps just because he felt that life was too boring, perhaps because he respected this kind of person's persistence in knowing that it was impossible but still doing it.

There was a singer dancing, and the beautiful singing echoed in the West Lake Fan Garden. Fan Xian's family sat scattered in the courtyard, eating melons and fruits, chatting, watching the dance, and listening to the singing. The older singers in Chen Garden were allowed to choose some subordinates who had retired from the garden to marry, and the remaining few in Fan Garden were only just sixteen years old, very green, and more willing to stay and play by West Lake.

Seeing those young dancers, Fan Xian couldn't help but admire the old cripple's keen eye. When Chen Garden left Jingdou, these girls were probably only ten years old. How could Chen Pingping see that they were destined to be beautiful in the future?

The person singing was Sang Wen's younger sister. This girl, who had been singing ditties for Chen Pingping for a long time, seemed to always be in a bad mood, only willing to stay in Fan Garden, occasionally composing songs of surprise flowers and sighing at the moon.

"In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing sat in front of the street, drew a few circles, did not speak, his heart was already miserable, secretly thinking what kind of appearance the young master in the Count's mansion would have?..."

As soon as the song began, Sisi, who was sitting beside Fan Xian, spat out a mouthful of tea. Lin Wan'er couldn't help but hit Fan Xian's shoulder with laughter, thinking that only he could write such absurd lyrics in the entire garden.

The family of Teng Zijing, sitting in the corner of the door, looked at each other. In particular, Teng Zijing, who was gradually growing gray hair, couldn't help but caress his cane, thinking that the young master was too bad. When he went to Danzhou to pick people up, how could he not be worried? Who could have known that the handsome young man had now become like this?

Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at Teng Zijing's embarrassing expression, was in a great mood, and had some joy in his success, secretly thinking that you are too unprogressive, unwilling to be an official, only willing to stay in the mansion. Otherwise, if you became a magistrate of a state, I would change the name of that state to Baling, wouldn't that be just the right time for a masterpiece to be released?

The Sang family girl seemed unaware, still singing seriously, singing with utmost seriousness, as if wanting to sing someone's funny life from beginning to end in a sad tone.

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Spring, near the end of spring.

On the cliff outside Danzhou City, Fan Xian held Shuning's soft and tender hand, stood by the cliff, looking at the sea that was so familiar before him. Shuning looked at her somewhat worried father, and said in a clear childish voice: "Father, you don't seem to like Aunt Sang's song, do you want Shuning to sing one for you?"

"Okay, then sing Above the Rainbow, I taught it to you."

Shuning said embarrassedly: "But this foreign language is so hard to learn. The eldest uncle looked for a teacher in Dongyi City for a long time but couldn't find one."

Fan Xian smiled, and said: "Then don't sing it."

He looked at his daughter beside him, somehow suddenly thought of that little yellow-haired girl in Danzhou City many years ago, and also thought of the words that the Emperor said before he died, remained silent, and missed his sister, who was nowhere to be found.

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"Don't always follow me." Miss Fan, with a frosty face, was now dressed as a doctor, carrying a medicine box on her back, walking in a remote mountain area. She looked at Li Hongcheng, who looked like a tramp behind her, and said coldly: "Roujia has already given birth to her second child, and you, as an uncle, don't return to the mansion. Besides, what is Prince Jing thinking, don't you know?"

Li Hongcheng took off the straw hat on his head and fanned himself, looked at Fan Ruoruo beside the tree, and smiled extremely rascal: "If Father wants a child, he can go and have one himself, I don't have that time."

"How long are you going to follow me?" Fan Ruoruo bit her lip, and looked at him angrily.

"I've been following you for five years, what if I follow you for another five years?" Li Hongcheng, the Prince of Jing, led the skinny horse that was even more tired than him, and replied with a smile.

Fan Ruoruo didn't say a word, put down the veil under the straw hat, and walked towards the mountain village where white smoke was rising, only occasionally thinking in her heart, she had gotten used to being followed by this guy, so let him follow.

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Fan Xian's hand was holding Shuning, his fingers touched a warm string of beads, looked down, and realized that it was the string of ruby beads that Haitang had given to his daughter many years ago. Seeing things and thinking of people, Fan Xian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"When is Aunt Duoduo coming to see me again?" Fan Shuning obviously had a more mature mind than her age. As soon as she saw her father's expression, she guessed what he was thinking, and asked extremely considerately, anyway, the two mothers were not around at this time, and no one would care.

Fan Xian laughed, and said: "When she is tired on the grassland, she will naturally come to see you." Yes, Haitang had returned to the grassland again, not knowing when she would come back. What about the Emperor of Northern Qi and Si Lili? What about that girl in the palace whose nickname was Red Bean Rice? It was heard that next year, Red Bean Rice would be formally named a princess. However, the Emperor of Northern Qi had not had any children for these years, and there was some noise in the court. He didn't know how the Empress was going to deal with it?

Was she going to borrow his seed again? Fan Xian would definitely not mind this kind of sacrifice, thinking about the scenes in the Sword Hut and the scenes in the carriage, his eyes became gentle, and he said: "Shuning, do you want to go to Shangjing City for a walk? Then let's go to the grassland, and when you get older, let's go to sea."

"Okay!" Shuning exclaimed excitedly.

Fan Xian's gaze fell on the sea under the cliff, suddenly saw a ship was sailing towards the harbor, a person was faintly standing in front of the deck, holding a green flag in his hand, standing in the fierce sea breeze, so free and easy.

Wang Shisanlang was here, Fan Xian's body stiffened slightly, his eyes were moist, and a sense of infinite gratitude rose in his heart. Since Shisanlang had returned from the north, Uncle Wuzhu, who had been recuperating on Mount Dadong, should not be far from returning. Fan Xian really missed that black cloth.

In order to hide the tears in his eyes from his daughter, Fan Xian turned around, looked at Danzhou City on this side of the sea, looked at the houses in the city, thought of the time he had spent here, and then thought of his life after leaving Danzhou, couldn't help but be silent.

In the distant Danzhou City, he saw many, many things. Sister Dong'er no longer sold tofu, but Brother Dabao was sitting at the door, eating the tofu of the women passing by with his eyes. The grocery store had been closed all the time, no clothes were drying on the terrace facing the slightly salty sea breeze, and no one called out that