Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The humming sound of the cymbals rang in the wide palace, and the blood was already on the forehead of the sacred name.

The emperor glanced at him in disgust, and waved his hand to let the guards fork him. This faintly swept Fan’s eyes and said: "Fan Tis, you are in the supervision, the law has a great privilege, and will act in the future. Be sure to be more careful, you must not lose your face."

Rarely found such a chance and mud, the wise squat certainly refused to let go, waved to stop the fan leisure to play, the **** knowingly, loudly announced the scattered meeting.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart and knew that his Majesty could not be too biased towards himself in this matter.

He is still not satisfied in his heart, but the ministers have already deeply felt the intention of His Majesty to return to Fan Jiazi. On the way to the retreat from the Taiji Palace, the ministers came up to express their consolation of him. At this time, the ministers seemed to be the enemies of the court, and they were confused.

Fan Xian responded with a bitter smile, and saw his father squatting, walking to the square in an old-fashioned way, and his heart moved, and quickly went forward to help. The ministers looked at the father and son in the rear, and they couldn’t help but praise the father and son as the official. The scene of the father’s filial piety is now in the palace. It is really a good story.

Fan Shangshu found that his arm was tight, and his side saw that his son was holding it. He couldn’t help but sigh and smiled: "When it’s safe, why don’t you be more secure?"

Fan Xian is also full of grievances, who can think of Xinyang always staring at himself.

When I arrived at the gate of the palace, there was a small **** who ran quietly and passed the squatting mouth. Then I took Fan Xian all the way to the harem and rushed. Fan Shangshu looked at his son's back in a complicated way. Suddenly, I feel that this kid is always calm and steady, but when he ran away, he still showed the detachment in his bones. It was somewhat different from the solemn and oppressive atmosphere in this palace.

There are colleagues coming from the rear. Fan Shangshu’s eyes immediately changed to Gujing’s no waves, and he smiled a little, and went out of the palace with the group’s ministers. Today's rain has already stopped, but the water in front of the palace is still a flood of water. The censorships of the courts are soaked, but they are still squatting on the wetlands, and the faces are angry and left. Yushi went to the dynasty, but also straightened to the front of the few people, and took his own black silk cap and held it in the left chest.

Look at this scene. The ministers only knew that things were still not finished, and Shu Shishi came forward to comfort a few words and found no effect. Then he shook his head and left, and more adults were rushing back to the house in a carriage, knowing that this thing would get bigger and bigger, and it was safer to hide away.

Only Fan Shangshu stood in front of this pedestrian for a moment, and then told his guard. I took the umbrella for these masters, and kept them on the sidelines, because no one knows if it will rain.

Was led by the little **** to run all the way. After passing through several palace walls, I came to the Yushufang. The little **** was tired and panting. Fan thought about it, and it was really rude, and it made her face ruddy.

He was somewhat restless in the emperor's royal study, and carefully stood on the emperor's soft couch according to the guidance of the little eunuch. After a while, a curtain next to the study was fretting. The Emperor, who had changed his uniform, walked in and looked at his face calmly. The scorpion flashed a hint of excitement and flicked his hand, indicating that he should not be too rude.

Fan Xian was really a bachelor without a squatting ceremony, took over the embroidered pier from the little eunuch, and sat up honestly.

Today, the Imperial Palace is much quieter than that day, leaving only the emperor and him, so the situation is a bit strange, the fan is calm, and the heart is a bit embarrassing, because the conjecture is only a guess, although through Chen Pingping’s words and Many details of this world have already confirmed this conjecture? But if the emperor really clarified this conjecture? What should he do?

When Fan Xian felt more and more that the emperor was ready to wear the mask of the father, he was awakened by the next words.

"Fan leisure, you are not short of money, why is it greedy?" The emperor looked at him coldly and asked directly.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Fan’s forehead. He knew that he had some self-sufficiency in the past, and he knew that he had to accept the silver ticket through Liu’s. It was impossible to get rid of this squat and stand up, very seriously. Said: "Long live, because the director is in charge of the supervision of a hospital, so to receive a silver ticket."

“Hey?” The emperor seemed to be curious about what he said next.

"To truly supervise the officials, we must first integrate into the officialdom. Like the past, the supervision institute has a kind of clear water and cold oil and salt. Although it can rely on the huge secret detection system, it can effectively monitor the Beijing government. It’s like seeing flowers in the fog, you can’t always see clearly. For the most important transactions in the Beijing official system, you can’t figure it out clearly.” Fan Xian carefully explained: “To monitor officials, you have to become an official.”

He smiled and continued to say: "Long live knows that Chen has lived in Zhangzhou for a long time..." When he said this, he lowered his head, but he could notice that the emperor had some subtle reactions when he heard this.

"...After entering Beijing, the change was too great. The minister was only a vocabulary. Now he has to take over the authority of the Supervisory Court. When he is uneasy, he often thinks that he has a layer of separation from the officials. It is extremely difficult to integrate into the court. Among them."

Waiting for him to continue to say, the emperor understood his meaning and waved indifferently and asked: "If you are really a white crane, even if you use ink to darken yourself, you can't fool those crows. These means are really some. Childish, as long as you are loyal to the country, who else dares to be difficult for you? Don't forget Zhuge's foresight, then at first, I didn't want to get into the official hall of Beijing. I didn't expect to get in, but I couldn't get up again."

Fan Xian knows that the emperor is repeatedly alerting himself to be an orphan. His mind is slightly resentful, but there is no slight change in his face. He just smiles and says: "Long live. There are people who are dying here today...

On the side of the side, the eunuch’s heart trembled, thinking that Xiaofan’s dissatisfaction was a bit arrogant and arrogant, even if the emperor loved the young courtier. I am afraid that I will lose my temper. Even the Prince is with respect and fear in front of him. Who is talking like Fan Xian?

To the surprise of the eunuch, His Majesty smiled and looked at Fan Xian and said: "I really want to give you a fair, but this is something that you and your parents have, and you don't want to take care."

Fan Xian was shocked and knew that his Majesty’s complete understanding of the background of the book was related to Xinyang, but why should he still press himself and not let himself do it? There is something in his heart that is unwilling. I was trying to add some eye drops to my majesty, and suddenly I looked at my armpit and faintly said, "Hey. There is a portrait for you to see."

Fan Xianxin’s thoughts surged into countless thoughts, and thought of Chen Pingping’s said that the only portrait left by her mother was to stay in the palace!

At this time, the door of the royal study was pushed open. Hou Gonggong, who was familiar with Fan Xian, walked anxiously into his face and whispered something to his majesty. Fan’s ear is overwhelming, and the early hearing is clear. I am not surprised by the big surprise. I think that the royal history of the court is too big.

Sure enough, the emperor’s face gradually became gloomy. When he looked at Fan’s eyes, he waved his hand and said, “When you smash the palace door, pick the black yarn? This is a sinister sorrow, then you will give them a look at it once, telling you the will. The courts of the Imperial Court have smashed the courtiers, smashed the courtyard affairs, abandoned the political affairs, did not think about repentance, invited the name to walk, and the scepter... thirty!"

For the first time, Fan Xiu saw the wrath of the emperor, and he could not help but feel a chill. Ting Ting Thirty, those imperial censors are not dead, but also lose half of their lives.

In fact, the luck of these censorships was too bad. When the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty was preparing to do that big event, they were interrupted by emotions. How can they spare?

Outside Shenhuamen, on the banks of the Yushui River, before the arch bridge, on the wet stone board, several Yushi doctors were stripped of official uniforms and beaten on the ground. The stalks fell heavily and slowly lifted up. Whenever they fell together, they would bring up blood and silk, and the rain would be plentiful. The scene was not bloody.

At this time, the local officials heard the news and some of them rushed back. Looking at this miserable scene, they rushed into the palace to persuade them, and looked at the court to be sent to watch the punishment of the court, and the eyes were inevitably more jealous. ?? Today's business, although it is the first time that the people in the court have been born, but the majesty has used the scepter who has been parked for several years, and it is inevitable that he has a clearer understanding of Fan’s position in his heart. .

Fan is standing next to Hou Gonggong, squinting at the scene in front of him, for those who have no sympathy for the censor, but his face is unbearable and said: "Grandfather, call your men to lighter." ”

Hou Gonggong said with a low eyebrow: "Fan Daren is kind-hearted. You have already confessed before. The old slaves dare not follow it. They have already confessed. At this time, the land is miserable. In fact, it is not hurting the bones."

Fan’s eyes swept down and saw the eunuch’s toes open outwards. He knew that this was the secret code of “heart-to-heart”. When he sighed, he would no longer care about this matter.

Not far from the two, the emperor left a glimpse of the face, and the left side of the royal court made him look white and fell on the ground. Although he did not have a scepter, he felt that the sticks on his subordinates were like a note. Remember to slap on his face. Fan Xi’s father’s family’s face was covered with swarf, and the rain gear was used to watch the left-handed Yushi’s master.

Fan took a walk and waved away the people in the family. He looked at Lai Yushi with a hint of pity: "Why are you involved in this matter?"

Lai Yu did not know how much Fan Yu knew how much, and stayed in place.

Fan sighed and sighed, and asked Hou Gonggong to temporarily stop the rod and blame, and went to the palace to plead with the Holy Spirit. He doesn't want to see blood, nor does he want to put these princes to dare to pull out his own history. He only has to do this in front of those who are unbearable.

Fan Xian ran to the palace while he hated and thought in his heart. You, the emperor, wanted to use this scepter to push himself to the opposite side of all officials. I can't do it. I have worked hard for two years, and if I have been beaten by your villa, I will lose money!

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