MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 103 Untitled

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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At the beginning of the autumn, the first two rains came suddenly. The sudden abruptness, with an inexplicable taste, seemed to be the first rain just to welcome Chen Pingping's return. The second rain was to send Chen Pingping to leave. When the palace in front of the palace was over, the autumn rain stopped like this, and the dark clouds in the sky were blown open, revealing the extremely high and extremely clear sky, except for the rain in the streets and the blue bricks. Everything is replied to the usual.

The people in Kyoto are watching such a shocking scene today, but no one dares to talk about anything. They silently spread down the streets, and the officials in front of the palace face each other. They don’t know what to do next. Well, His Majesty has returned to the palace, and the little grandfather left the body of the old dean. The rain that flows in this place has not merged into an idea, so that they will be so stunned.

After the millennium rushed back to Kyoto, Van Leisure and the five hundred black rides along the way have violated countless laws and regulations, and not to mention the fact that when he broke into Kyoto, he stabbed so many imperial officials, and in the presence of his majesty. In the face of the law, according to the theory, this is also a big sin that cannot be forgiven. However, there is no open mouth to speak, who can cure the sin of the leisure, who can dare to rule the sin?

At this time, Hu University graduates came down from the palace city, and many officials greeted him. Today, the university student has remained silent. He looked at the **** marks on the wooden platform that were washed by the autumn rain. Suddenly, the eyebrows suddenly twitched and looked back. I saw that the former bachelor Shu Shu, who seemed to be a teenager in an instant, left behind the city and did not say hello to these people.

Hu’s doctor’s heart was awkward, but he knew that he could not be controlled by this kind of emotion. He’s already entered the palace, and he must gather the aftermath here. His gaze slowly glanced at the officials of the six three temples and three courtyards, calmly said: "The punishment has been completed. Open the gate, it should be as usual."

The officials in front of the palace heard this sentence and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. They have been tempted to deal with what Xiaofan adults should do next. But at first glance, at least in a short period of time, the Emperor's Majesty can still control his own anger, and will not hand over such dangerous work to the following officials.

Hu University did not care about the reaction of these ministers, his eyes slightly stunned, and there were no people in the three courtyards and three courtyards. It was normal because the host of the Eighth Division of the Supervisory School was locked up in prison. in. And the little man seems to have quietly left.

Not only did the supervision institute be controlled by the inside and outside, but the university student’s eyebrows flashed a heavy color. He knew that some people in the palace were also under control, such as the Ningcai who finally rushed to his knees in the early morning. Jing Wang Ye, at this time were under house arrest in the palace, still do not know how.

And Miss Fan Jia seems to have not come out after he was treated for the squatting last night. Thinking of these things, I think of the 10,000 elite troops that are still stationed outside the supervision hospital. Hu’s heart is chilling, knowing that he must find Fan Xian immediately, and say something to this little grandfather who has strength and courage to resist the palace.

The midday sun shines blazing on the stream of rivers in Kyoto, and the river is cold. It was only slightly warmer and did not raise any happy fog. Opposite the river is a separate independent courtyard, gray walls, green bamboo, cold and compelling. The water on the tiles is exposed to a piece of wet marks. But there is more time to reverse the summer.

In this early autumn, the black horse carriage drove past the bamboo car on the bank of the Liujing River. Stablely parked at the door of the other hospital.

This other hospital is the place where Ye Xiaomei was the home of the year, the death of the princess, and where Fan Xian once worshipped the river. Since the Ye Family Incident, it has become a hospital in the inner-investment industry. However, for so many years, the Emperor’s Majesty has rarely come here, and no emperor has dared to ask for it. Temporarily living, so it has been empty for more than 20 years, just three years ago, when the Princess princess was planning a Kyoto incident, I did not know what kind of emotional considerations I had, and I stayed here for a few days.

It’s because there are few quiet people here, and because of the historical chilly taste carried by this other house, everyone has some impulsiveness, so the inner court is not very careful about the care here. There are only four royal families. The guards are here.

Looking at this black carriage, ignoring the royal imprint outside the hospital, so that it rushed directly, these few guards were born with different colors, and went forward, but before they could say anything, they were swarmed by the black carriage. People use the arrow to make a living, and they are disarmed.

An inspectorate officer stepped forward and silently opened the curtain.

The footsteps whispered, and the rain covered the face. The pale face of Fan Ping took Chen Pingping’s body and walked down from the carriage. The rain on his body ran down his black body and the supervision officer of the old man’s body. , making a squeaky voice.

The door of Taiping’s courtyard opened. Fan Xian did not look at these subordinates. He walked in awe and slammed. The door was closed behind him. The officials of the supervision institute immediately dispersed and controlled the road. All the key positions of Zhuqiaotou looked around with vigilance.

After a while, I only heard a rush of hoofs in the rush, and hundreds of weary black cavalry drove along the official road over the Liujing River.

Then, a thunderous horseshoe sound stopped at a farther place, not knowing whether it was a Kyoto garrison or a banned army.

Finally, a black carriage drove over and stopped at the opposite side of the bamboo bridge. A frosty official walked down the carriage, which was the words of the ice cloud. He did not cross the bridge, but quietly looked at the supervisory officials at the gate of the other side of the bridge.

The officials of the Supervisory Academy who came to Taiping’s hospitals following Fan’s leisure, except for a few members of the Kai Nian group scattered in Kyoto, were mostly officials. With the help of the palace, Yan Bingyun temporarily controlled the situation of the building of the Supervisory Hospital, but could not control all the eight departments of the Supervisory Institute, especially one.

Fan Feng’s unique strong scenery in the past, the officials in one place regarded Fan Xian as an ancestor, and the big game before the palace today ended. Shortly after Fan’s escaping from Chen Pingping’s body, he left the palace square, and an official took him to the black carriage.

Yan Baiyun squinted and looked at the colleagues at the bridge. For Fan Xian in the hospital. Especially the lofty prestige that is in one place does not feel the same. He just felt strange. His Majesty also sent people to stare at one place. The news was not smooth. Fan Xian just returned to Kyoto. How do these local officials know? And it is so coincidental that he has met him, which is somewhat confusing.

Yan Bingyun did not know that the young hostess in Fanfu responded to the first time after Chen Pingping’s news of the emperor’s thorns came out. She has already prepared for her husband in advance, and has been secretly keeping in touch with one place. When Fan Xiandan rides on the court, one person has already started to move.

As for the hundreds of exhausted but still unsightly black rides, they took the command of Fan Xian, and set it up in Taiping. Fan wants to be clear before entering Beijing, whether he can save the old man, probably himself. Always need to meet in Taiping.

Yan Bingyun stood silent in the bridge for a long time, and he sanked his wet official uniform. A man walked toward the bridge, his voice kept ringing, and he finally reached the end of the bridge. In an official secret agent who was alert to the disdainful eyes, he said, "There is a cloud of ice and ask for the dean."

Fan Xian does not know that Yan Bingyun has appeared outside the Taiping Hospital at this time, but he can be sure that someone will come to see himself and come to persuade himself. He can even understand it accurately. I walked out step by step from Kyoto. I don't know how many people are behind me, I don't know how many elite troops are celebrating the country. At this time, it is gathering outside the Taiping House, waiting for the success of persuasion... or unsuccessful. Is this the intention of the emperor Laozi?

But he didn't think about it, and he didn't bother to think about it. He just felt that he was very tired, very tired, and his body was very empty. Those who were always full of indulgence seemed to vomit out in the previous crying, in the chest. The turbidity spit out, and the infuriating spit out, leaving only the emptiness.

Fan Xian feels that his footsteps have never been as heavy as today. His body has never been as weak as it is today. The old man in his arms is obviously light, but how is he getting heavier? I can't hold it anymore.

The slightly wet hairline was placed on the forehead. He walked through the lawn with Chen Pingping, walked through the flowering tree, walked through the small lake surrounded by the square, and came to a secluded place with flowers on the wall. He gently The ground was picked up by a small yellow flower that was shrunk.

Then he reached out and gently twirled in the corner of the flower wall, only to hear a few bangs, a hole appeared slowly on the ground, and the stone steps went down, not too far, when the sun in the sky was completely Can be mapped to dry slate below.

There is a secret room in Taiping's courtyard. It is not a secret for those old people. Even the young princess, who was still young, once found one in another. After the Ye Family Incident, the emperor should have come to the hospital to investigate the whereabouts of the box, but he did not find it, and there was always a strange feeling about the yard, so he never came again.

For Fan Xian, this secret road is very familiar, because after opening the box many years ago, Wu Zhushu took him to the Taiping House, went down this passage, and found the most need for the fire stick. Bullets.

Step by step, it seems to go into the Nether, in fact, it is just a secret room about three feet away from the ground, the interior is dry and clean, there is no other furnishings, just a few chairs, there are several coffins.

Fan Xian took a single hand on the edge of the coffin, and used a little force to open the cover. Then carefully put the thin body of the old man in the arms, and took a small porcelain pillow and carefully placed it on his hindbrain. Looking at the silk in the coffin, Fan was slightly biased and did not cover him.

Chen Pingping closed her eyes. The body of the ** was only covered with the official uniform of the supervisory school. Fan stood by the coffin and quietly looked at his thin cheeks, deep in the eye sockets, and suddenly felt This black dress is more suitable than the gorgeous silk.

The all-black clothes were the official uniforms of the Supervisory Academy. They were taken off from Fan Xi’s body. Naturally, they were the system of the Dean of the Supervisory Academy. In Fan Xian’s view, Chen Pingping’s life was hard to say. But presumably the other party likes to die as the president of the Supervisory Academy.

Fan Xian quietly stood beside the coffin and looked at Chen Pingping, who was sleeping, thinking about the previous in the law field, in the autumn rain. The old man seems to be sleeping in his own arms. He should hold his hand tightly before going to sleep, shouldn't he be afraid?

Looking at the old and pale face, Fan Xian suddenly remembered a lot of things. At a very young age, the old man who likes to use a wool blanket on his lap, let Fei Jie teach him and let himself learn to be sinister. The ability of the world to protect itself, so that he is familiar with all the regulations in the supervision of the hospital from a very young age. Probably from the day when I was born, the old man has already thought about it, and he wants to leave him the treasurer’s most treasured hospital.

Fan Xian thought of the scene when she first saw Chen Pingping. It was in the dark room of the supervision court. It was obvious that the two people met for the first time, but they looked at the old blind man in the wheelchair, but they saw it. An elder who has not seen for a long time, a natural and close-in closeness is so entangled in the hearts of the two. That day Fan Fan bowed his head. Gently hugged the thin Chen Pingping, posted a face, and now hugged a day, posted a face.

In the shallow poolside view of the world, light flowers. In Chen Yuan, two wheelchairs chased and danced, probably no longer possible to reproduce it? Can't think again, Fan Xian closed his eyes tightly, and immediately opened his eyes, and lowered his body to narrow the yellow flower in the hand. Gently squatted in Chen Pingping's white hair.

Silence for a long time. Fan Xian did not say anything more, and closed the top cover of the coffin. Pick up the prepared big nails from the side, aim at the side seams of the lid, and then work on the palm and record it.

After several bursts of muffled sounds, Fan quietly patted the palm of his hand and nailed all the big nails. He pinned the whole coffin and locked the old man in another world. A world that you can't touch again.

After finishing all this, Fan Xian looked at the black coffin and began to daze. This was only temporarily disposed. One day, Fan Xian would send the old man back to his hometown, or a Qingshan Xiushui where no one knows. He will not be allowed to stay in this dark place near Kyoto forever. Although it is Taiping Hospital, Chen Pingping must have liked to live here, but it is still too close to Kyoto and too close to the palace.

Fan Xian’s body shook a little, and felt endless tiredness and exhaustion began to rush into his heart. He sat down on the high wooden chair beside him, stepping on the chair with his legs, and buried his head deeply in the double. In the knee, his hands are hanging weakly.

The marks on the right palm that were cut by the nails began to bleed, and the blood dripped on the ground.

Fan Xian was sitting in this way, not knowing how long he had been sitting, how long, the rain on the lawn of the Taiping’s courtyard began to flow down the stone steps, and it was wet and layer by layer. Floor.

The sun is slowly moving in the sky, and the light in the underground darkroom is also flickering. I don't know if it is the angle of light or the thickness of the cloud. A glimpse of the sound came into Fan Wei’s double guard. He slowly looked up from his knees, walked off the chair, and glanced at the silent and dark coffin, and walked up the wet stone steps. .

After an abnormal sound, the secret door above the stone room was tightly closed, and no trace of sunlight and a stream of water could penetrate into it, and the place returned to calm and darkness.

Fan leisure walked along the grassy path next to the lake to the door of Taiping's courtyard. When he was not far from the wooden door, he heard a low-pitched whisper. Fan’s indifferent face flashed a complex expression, whispered something, and sat down on a broken tree in the courtyard.

The wooden door opened, and the ice cloud came in. He stood in front of Fan Xian’s body and lowered his head. He did not speak for a long time. Perhaps he did not know how to speak.

"From the day when there was a movement in the palace, you should be involved from start to finish. I don't want to miss any details." Fan sat tiredly on the root of the tree, his right hand on his lap, and his face was unhealthy. White.

Yan Bingyun glanced at his right hand and found that he was bleeding, his heart was slightly shocked, but there was no excessive explanation, but he said calmly: "In the second day, I was called into the palace. When I got the will, I started. Arrangement. As for the University of Daxie in Dazhou, and his Majesty to leave the Dean in Dazhou, and then use the Kyoto Guardian to swear. I just know probably, I don't know the details."

"Tell me the details you know."

Yan Bingyun looked at Fan’s head and looked down. He found that today’s Xiaofan is not the same as ever. His facial expression is so calm, calm and heart-rending, not like a normal person. Reaction.

From that morning, the Kyoto garrison escorted the black horse carriage into Beijing, and then went to the royal palace to quarrel in the study room, and then was seriously injured. Then Chen Pingping was injured by the Celadon Cup and was imprisoned by the Supervisory Academy. Yan Bingyun did not conceal any details, and even the ugly role he played was clearly explained.

Fan was silent for a moment, slowly looked up and looked at him and said, "What do you do with me at this time? Do you want to drag the old scorpion back and cut a few more knives? Or do you want to let him die without burial? Land?"

Yan Bingyun does not need to control his emotions in front of him, and there is a sorrowful color on his face. The hoarse voice said: "The next official must come to see the dean, I want to make sure you don't go crazy."

"What is madness? Rebellion?" Fan's lips are slightly tilted, and the laughter is full of chills. "Isn't the Kyoto garrison and the banned army outside the courtyard not used to do this?"

At this time, the meaning of smoke is hidden outside the hospital. It is clear that the land of autumn rain has just fallen, but it is dry, who knows how many troops have been ambushed outside Taiping’s courtyard, and how much is used to suppress the masters of leisure.

Yan Bingyun strongly controlled his own mind and looked at Fan Xian’s indifference and said: "In any case, the old dean has already gone. How can you be angry and you can’t change it all. Even if you can escape from Kyoto. What should I do? Yes, Deng Ziyue is in Xiliang, Su Wenmao is in Inner Mongolia, Xia Xifei is in Suzhou, the team of the Kai Nian group, the most powerful official secret agent in the hospital, I was supported, sprinkled on the adults, you control the most The place, once you leave Kyoto, you can regain the power of the 60% of the supervision, but... what can you do?"

Fan looked at him indifferently and did not say a word.

"Well, now you are the owner of the sword of Dongyi City. There are countless swordsmen under your hand to drive you, plus the 10,000 soldiers who are stationed in Dongyi City at this time, but...the 10,000 soldiers are not necessarily Under the Great Hall, you can completely control, and 10,000 steps back. Is it because of you, or because the old dean has turned down?" Yan Bingyun’s lips are a little dry, and the scorpion is somewhat congested, but it is still tough: "Shizi Hongcheng In Dingzhou, he is your friend, but even if he is a soldier for you, will the Dingzhou Army listen to him?"

"I have to say that nowadays, only you have the strength to stand on the opposite side of your majesty, but... you are still not your opponent."

"Is it finished?" Fan Xian looked at him with a squint, shook his head tiredly and said: "You have to convince me, shouldn't you take out a personal letter from Chen Pingping?"

When the ice cloud was shocked, he thought that he would do things inside the supervision center these days, and he would certainly anger his leisure, but he did not expect that the other party had already found out everything from the beginning.

Fan leisurely looked at him: "But even if you take it out, I don't want to see it. It's just to take care of the so-called big picture. In order to prevent the supervision institute from losing control, it is wiped out by the squat... so you have to be the second dog." Keep this yard forcibly, in order to win the trust of the man, you must do something."

"I know that you are uncomfortable and uncomfortable." Fan took a look at the slightly fascinating words of the ice cloud, and said indifference: "But this is what you ask yourself, thinking that there is a kind of humiliation and a sense of pleasure? Wrong, you are still in your head. Into the water, Chen Pingping, he wants to do something, you listen to him how to do? He wants you to kill him, you also killed him?"

"The old dean is considering the life of the Supervisory Hospital for thousands of people, and considering it for the people in this world." Yan Bingyun said with a slight voice: "I am misunderstood, what is the eye of the officials in the hospital? Is it me?" Seeing the world chaos?"

"Why can't the world be chaotic? Consider it for the people of the world?" Fan Xian suddenly smiled weirdly, coughing in the laughter, coughing up a few bloods. "There are several people in these worlds...for them to consider Have you ever?"

"I don't forgive you." Fan quietly looked at Yan Bingyun, and every word he said was chilling. "All for the sake of the country, everything is for the sake of the world, all for the world, this is your attitude." But it is not my attitude. For the people I care about, even if you die of thousands of people? And you have not done it for me...so, I will not forgive you."

Yan Bingyun knows that under the gentle appearance of Fan, it is a very strong heart of love and hate. After he has been silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "I don't need anyone to forgive, the choice of the old dean is consistent with my opinion, so I In doing so, I can do anything to celebrate the country."

"Very good, so that you can become a good courtier, because for the dead people, he may be a good emperor." Fan leisure slowly stood up, "but for me, he or you, It’s not a person who can bet a little trust, because in your heart, there are things that are more important than your partner."

"Jing Wang Ye and Ning Cairen were under house arrest in the palace, Miss Fan Jia is also in the palace." Yan Bingyun suddenly felt a little cold, and said in a hurry.

Fan’s answer to his voice is very ridiculous and indifferent: “This is a matter of course for His Majesty.”

Looking at Fan’s tired steps, he walked toward the wooden door. The heart of the ice cloud suddenly slammed tightly, and an uncontrollable fear flooded his heart. This was not for fear, but for worrying about it, shouting loudly. Road: "Where are you going?"

Fan’s hand was slightly stiff on the wooden door, and he didn’t look back. He said, “Go home and sleep.”

Stepping out of the wooden door of Taiping’s courtyard, I looked at an official in the supervision office of the bridgehead. I watched the bridge over there and was already tired, and barely integrated a defensive formation of hundreds of dusty black horses. Sighing in my heart, on the other side of the bridge, the head of the Qinghuang Qiulin, the emperor Laozi used to suppress his own army, and it was the resistance of these subordinates who had hurriedly brought back to Beijing.

The bright sun shook his eyes. He felt tired and sad at this time. The original damage to human beings could be so big. He walked through the bamboo bridge vainly, still facing such a tense moment. The subordinates who desperately followed their own were given a few orders.

The black riding deputy commander and the officials in one place were silent for a long time, but they also knew that the young grandfather was thinking about the lives of these people, no longer speaking, and kneeling on the ground, I don’t know what is in front of him. The young dean is still the old dean who is buried in the courtyard of Taiping.

After a trip, hundreds of people were mixed together, and the beautiful and quiet Liuxi River retreated toward the West. I have been silent and followed by Fan’s words, and I’ve looked at the people intricately. As he walked over the bridge, he walked onto the official road, and then saw the official road over the field, the number of all-in-one Thousands of cavalry, these cavalry are densely lined up, and the momentum is amazing.

Fan leisurely looked at these powerful forces with no expression, hands behind him, slowly walked over, walked in front of the coach in the eyes of countless double vigilance, hoarse voice said: "put The scouts and the ambush are all withdrawn, and I want my people to be one."

The leaves are slightly rubbed, and the eyes are cold.

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