Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Of course, it’s not an outbreak. It’s just a chapter of the drunkenness of the National Day. Well, I just can’t think of a day when I actually have a chapter. It’s getting harder and harder...)

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After Fan said the passage, the Northern Qi Emperor did not think of the legendary Master of the Scorpion, and did not because of this passage, but began to reflect on the two years, because of the strong pressure of Nanqing, he made a mistake. However, I was only shocked to look at Fan Xian. The subconscious raised my hand and rubbed my forehead. The anger in my eyes gradually deepened. Finally I couldn’t suppress it. I snarled with a low voice and said, "You... dare Fight!"

Fan Xian certainly dared to fight, since he dared to kidnap an emperor, let alone play a few times. The little emperor himself knew this too. He just couldn't accept it. Fan Xian used his thunder to knock his forehead. This kind of play is not a battle between you and me. In his opinion, it is a blow with a clear humiliating taste.

Fan Xian did not care about his anger, frowning and said: "In the past few years, the cooperation between you and me is not bad. I have asked myself to bring you a lot of benefits to Beiqi, but you Always thinking about my death, is it too much?"

The little emperor was still afflicted with pain and humiliation at this time, and looked at Fan Leisure with disbelief. It seems that it is not clear where the world came from such a freak, but there is no fear of the emperor.

Fan saw that he bit his teeth like a little lion, but he was happy, shrugged and said: "I just point out the big mistake you made."

He suddenly closed his eyes and whispered after half a thought: "The impression you left on me was a monarch with a great city, but the performance of the last two years. It seems too quick and quick. The world is so beautiful. You are so violent, this is not good, not good."

The Northern Qi Emperor knew that the situation was stronger than the people. At this point, I fell into the hands of the other party. In addition, the big master who had never appeared in the sword had a tendency to secretly. I was afraid that the foreign ministers could not enter the sword to save themselves, and forced to suppress the anger of the heart. The cold voice said: "Why do you want to explain to you?"

"You don't have to explain it to anyone, but you need to explain it to me." Fan Xian's eyes blinked, and the cold light came out. "I have given you too many benefits. Even if you invest, you have to report to my shareholder. Instead of thinking about killing this shareholder."

The negotiations between the two people returned to the original place. After the silence of the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he said slowly: "You must admit it. In the past few years, you have helped a lot, but..."

"However?"

"However, after all, you are the illegitimate child of Qing Emperor." The little emperor laughed at himself and habitually stood up and left his hands behind him. If this action is normal, it must be very chic. Full of enthusiasm. However, today he was stunned and stunned. After his ankle sprained, he stood still and slammed down.

Fan Xianyi reached out and took him back to the bed, watching him quietly.

The little emperor frowned and said: "You are a celestial person. Or the illegitimate child of Qing Emperor. Regardless of whether you believe that you have the sincerity to fulfill the agreement of the year, it is the minister of the mother and the DPRK. It is impossible to invalidate this. The hope of trekking is pinned on the Nanqing generation of ministers."

He closed his eyes and said slowly: "You are not my own. I don't know how the days of Daqijun people have passed in the past few years after the death of the hardships of the country. Nanqing is waiting for the people to be invaded at any time. For a long time, but after all, the time is still short, and the national strength is difficult to sustain the war for several years... In these circumstances, any past sentiments and promises are virtual, and you must put your hopes on your own people, even It’s impossible to put it on you in Dongyi City."

Fan Xian quietly listened, knowing that this truth is actually very simple, don't say that the Northern Qi Emperor, even Haishu, even Chen Pingping and his father, can not think that they will really help Beiqi to fight against Nanqing.

If you want to be a traitor, there are always some advantages. Fan Xian is now a person under Nanqing. People who are above 10,000 people. If he sells Nanqing’s interests, is he wanting the emperor of Beiqi to give himself the seat of the dragon? ?

He laughed at himself and thought that people in the world would not believe this, let alone the monks of Beiqi. It’s just that he never really thought about selling the interests of Nanqing to meet the requirements of the North Qi State. He just tried to make the possible **** battles and blood flow into a gentler.

Of course, just as Li Hongcheng criticized in the Dingzhou Generals, this is a very naive, ridiculous idea, and, in a way, basically... impossible.

From this point of view, it is a matter of course that the Northern Qi side wants to kill Fan Xian, the Nanqing Power Minister, and tie Dongyi City to his own chariot.

As for the legendary nephew master? The little emperor of Beiqi did not know this person. It was just that this person’s whereabouts were too mysterious. Even if he was a great master standing behind Fan’s leisure, the threat to Beiqi was far less powerful than the powerful Qing Dynasty and the powerful Qingjun. It’s really coming.

Watching Fan Xian fall into thinking, the Emperor Beiqi did not bother him, but also closed his eyes and began to think about his situation and what might happen next.

One is the king of the north, and the other is the minister of the south. In this way, there is a mind in the quiet room. I don’t know when time flows like water. Unconsciously, the day is like blood, shining on it. Above the sword pit, the old swords are worn, and the branches are dyed with blood of the ages. They are washed by the sea and rain for a long time and cannot be washed.

Fan Xian stood up and walked to the window and watched the big hole silent. He knew what countless swords in the pit represented, which represented the swordsmanship and strength of the four swords in the world, representing the sword. The status of the people in the hearts of the world represents the death of countless swordsmen and the fascinating legend of that period.

Any kind of reputation or status is stable, and in fact, the baptism of sword and blood is needed.

In this world, how can we give the latecomers a better future? Is it also necessary to have a **** baptism from south to north? Fan has no discernment and judgment ability. Even if he had discussed with Yan Bingyun and had a dispute with Li Hongcheng, he still could not judge, the division and the world. Which one is more beneficial. Long pain? Short pain? Thank you. That is the question of historians. It is not a problem that people born in the world need to consider. The creatures only need to consider the moment. This is a selfish instinct of biology.

Fan Xian is undoubtedly a selfish person. Even after the death of his death, he only asked himself to live, the world is like the world he likes. There are flowers, trees, grass, insects, birds, some people have poems.

There are pictures of wine and gold, no pain, no disaster, no blood...

Now he sees himself deeply as a celebration, not the first internationalist warrior, but it is a shame that he has grown into a pacifist. He hopes that when he survives, when his children survive, the famous gesture of Spider-Man or Kato Eagle can be held all the time.

The self-education of the Supervisory School and the jumping life between so many years of life and death have made Fan Xi’s growth into a pacifist, which seems so ridiculous and incredible. But it also proves from another aspect that when a person lies on a bed and waits for death, the resulting obsession can affect him for a lifetime, even for two lifetimes.

Knowing that the death is terrible, I know that I should cherish life.

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"I know why you connected your mistakes." Fan Xian did not look back. Slowly said: "My Daqing has given you too much pressure. Although I have not been recruiting a lot in recent years, but step by step, I am preparing for the future war. I am going down the road, he is right. The existence of the great master has been eliminated, and it is natural to disdain the power of the great masters."

"He has enough confidence to conquer you righteously." Fan Xian suddenly felt that the next day was a bit dazzling, and closed his eyes and said: "In fact, I know very well about this man. Twenty years ago, the Northern Expedition did not compete. It was an unacceptable setback for him. For him, the monster of the Grand Master should not exist in the world at all. Even if he later became a great master himself."

"He has his own mind and strategy. He relies on these to conquer everything. He has a deep guilt and disdain for his personal strength... but he has to clean up the masters before they can Disdain is released to the extreme."

Fan Xian laughed and laughed at himself: "I want to see my emperor Laozi’s obsession before I die. So I will slowly lay the chess pieces in the Xiliang and my dynasty. I want to squat down. The last big game...but he forgot, he is dead after all, it is impossible to know all the details that happened after death, and the sea otters he sent to him and you, each made an unforgivable mistake."

The little emperor has been silently listening to the analysis of Fan Xian. When he heard this, he asked: "What is wrong?"

"You underestimated my anger." Fan idled and looked at the little emperor and said: "I dare to pay you a ticket, and the two moves before the death of the bitterness are all ready to fall on me. On the body, but you try to kill me twice, whether you become unsuccessful, if you know your behavior, you will definitely die again in the grave."

"falling on your body?" The little emperor's eyes narrowed, and in his heart, the confession of the uncle's ancestors before his death, his face gradually condensed, but still did not want to understand why the hope of the survival of the North Qi Is it not the illegitimate child of Qing Emperor? Is Fan Xian really a great saint?

No, the last saint in the world died as early as five years in the Qing Dynasty. Fan Xian is just an ordinary person.

Fan sneered aloud: "Of course, the hard work is very good. He puts my heart in the heart, but he can't guess at the end of his death. I will not follow the path he imagined."

The things in this sentence are too secret, and the Northern Qi Emperor is even more unclear.

"I will control all of this by myself. If I can't control it, I can walk away lightly." Fan took out from the twilight outside the window, getting closer and closer to the body of the little emperor, and said with a slight voice: " And kneel down to you... it’s best to listen to me more."

"Why do you want to listen to you?" Somehow, the little emperor suddenly felt a chill.

Fan Xian looked at him and said: "Because you made too many mistakes, although the political affairs of Beiqi in the past few years have been taken care of by you very much, I thought that there was another great Wu Zhou in history, but after all, I found out that The woman... is still too irritating, too soft, and can't support anything."

As soon as this statement came out, the little emperor changed his face, but he immediately returned to his usual appearance. He blinked and said: "The words spoken by Xiao Fan are becoming more and more mysterious."

"Before you want to kill me, if you don't consider the life and death of Sylvia, let the **** swindle her out of the house, but use the wolf peach to launch the offensive directly. Maybe I am already dead at this time." Fan is standing in his In front of him, his face lifted his chin calmly and said: "The woman's benevolence, at that moment, shows you at all, you make me so disappointed, how dare I continue to trade with you?"

The eyes of the little emperor became more and more powerful, and they became two curved moons. It seemed that they wanted to use the gaps in the eyes to make the fan look flatter. This is the only fear and struggle of their hearts.

This is the secret that he and the Queen Mother of the Northern Qi Dynasty have been kept for 20 years. For this secret, the Northern Qi Dynasty court did not know how many people died, but how much it paid, but at this moment, it was faintly ignored by a Nanqing people. Said it.

"My purpose today is to see the sword in the sword, but there is also a purpose, that is, I want to have a conversation with you under your private." Fan Xian looked at him and said: "I want to tell you, if you still want to be a North The emperor, from now on, don't try to deal with me secretly. On the contrary, you have to cooperate with me, can you hear it clearly?"

The little emperor touched the lips and laughed loudly: "Well, you are a fan, you want to threaten you? You can kill it with a knife, and see if this warrior will frown."

"Your mind is really admirable." Fan leisurely looked at him with a smile, saying one word at a time: "Killing nature can't kill, I just want to know, if the Shangshan Tiger, the Wolf Peach, etc. Their loyal emperor's majesty is actually a ... woman, what kind of reaction will they have? Northern Qi... The warrior has only one daughter's house, is there a need for existence?"

At this time, the little emperor stared at Fan Xian. At this time, he finally understood why the former manager said that Fan Xian would not fear himself. Instead, he should be afraid of the other party. It turned out that the other party had mastered his life. Absolute life.

The little emperor hoarse voice, sneer and said: "A generation of poetry, really speak a little stupid."

In this case, Fan Xian also had to admire the calmness and hardship of the other side. After he was silent for a long while, he stretched out his fingers and bounced the little emperor's hair. The black hair fell like a waterfall on the shoulders of the emperor. The whole person felt a sense of weakness, and then there was a bang in the quiet room. ......

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