Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Lonely bright festival, elegant and proud frost, is the favorite chrysanthemum of the Central Plains people. Chrysanthemum is not uncommon, and Fanzhou, which was in the past, is rich in this kind of flower. The chrysanthemum tea is famous for its production in Qing Dynasty. In these years, Kyoto Fanfu has to purchase many of them from the ancestors.

Because of this, Fan Xian is quite familiar with this kind of flower, and often thinks about the little yellow flower that is shrunk on the side of the cliff on the shore of Zhangzhou. He knows that although the chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, the poems of the previous Yuan Zhen have once said that the flower has been more flowerless, but after all, it is not the winter plum, in such a cold and deep autumn, I am afraid that it should be faded into mud.

The carriage passed through the mountain's heavily guarded defense. Under the watchful eye of the inner guards and the banned army, several young people in Fanfu got out of the carriage and climbed along the mountain road next to Qiuqiu for a long time. The waterfall that was abundant in summer time suddenly saw a temple built by a party in the style of the temple and appeared in front of the crowd, appearing on the cliff carved out of the mountain.

The hanging temples are built on the hills. They are stacked one on another with wooden pillars. The widest point is just the same. It looks like a thin layer of stickers. It is easily attached to a straight cliff. On the surface, the mountains and the autumn winds are very strong, and they are whistling, so that the viewers can't help but feel uncomfortable. They can't help but worry that these winds will boast away the paper-like temples - the legend is the earliest One of the temples was built by a monk who believes in the temple. It has been spent for hundreds of years. The purpose is to preach the light of the temple and to persuade the world to be good.

The temple has always been uninteresting in the world, and it is mysterious, but it seems that it has been secretly affecting the ups and downs of this continent for thousands of years. In many rumors that have disappeared into the long history of history, the temple can be seen faintly, and although the number of monks is not many, it has always been very good. It is very popular among the people, so the status of the temple in the hearts of the civilian population is still quite lofty.

The royals who are rulers maintain a considerable respect for the temples that do not affect themselves but still have some kind of mysterious influence. This kind of superficial work is what politicians are best at doing and they are Most willing to do.

Therefore, the Champagne Festival of the Qing Dynasty royal family once every three years is scheduled to be held in the Hanging Temple. This has become a rule. To a greater extent, the Chrysanthemum Conference is to harmonize the conflicts of interest between the royal family and deepen mutual understanding. So as to avoid the situation of the fish and the net break, at least, do not appear a few decades ago when the two princes were assassinated at the same time, the time to celebrate the country can not find the horror of the successor to the throne.

The Qing Dynasty royal family is now not crowded, so the Chrysanthemum will also invite some of the most intimate families of the in-laws and even the royal family to participate, according to recent years of practice. Qin Jiaye’s two pillars are naturally one of them. The Qin family has considerable strength in the military. Ye’s parents are stationed in Kyoto for the year. Moreover, there is another big master in the country who is now on the bright side of the country, and his status is somewhat detached.

In addition, there are several old family members who were enshrined at the time of the founding of the country, as well as several new ones, such as a home of a remote county owner. As for the Fan family, it is not because of Fan. The power of the family today, the power of the courtiers’ family is not so much in the hearts of the royals, nor is it because of Fan’s leisure, so that there is such a sneaky relative relationship with the royal family – but because of the Fan’s Old ancestors. I personally embraced the two brothers, His Majesty and Jing Wang. Among them, they are intimate, not for outsiders. In terms of personal relationship, Fan is the most close family of the royal family.

Fan leisurely panted and stood under the hanging temple. He looked at the Qingguo dignitaries standing in the square, and couldn't help but whispered a whisper: "Where is the chrysanthemum, where is the chrysanthemum?"

Fan Shangshu has already been invited to the position of sheltering from the wind. The older generation will always have some privileges. The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain. All the guards were left outside the scope of the forbidden army. So Fan Fan came again. There is only one male and two female iron triangles. Lin Biao, one of the triangles, smiles and points to the mountain and says, "Here."

Fan Xianyi, stepping on the edge of the cliff, an annoying autumn wind blowing in the face, could not help but blinked, but then took a breath, praised: "a beautiful place."

The cliffs of the hanging temples are slightly trapped inward, like a u-shaped mountain, and the mountain roads are upside down, so when they came up, Fan Xian did not notice what was wrong in the mountain fields next to the mountain roads. Top, down overlooking, the view is extremely open, it is found that this mountain is full of chrysanthemums, the color of these chrysanthemums is much deeper than the general variety, golden, the shape of the petals is somewhat narrow.

"Golden Chrysanthemum, it really meets the royal style." Fan stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the Venus-like flowers in the mountains and plains, praising: "It's such a cold weather, it's so blazing, it's a vision."

Lin Yier explained: "It is the golden daisy. It is said that after the completion of the hanging temple, the master of the Northern Wei Dynasty was rooted in the dust. It was a big scene in Kyoto."

"Dust dust?" Fan leisurely sighed: "Is it the Taishi ancestor of the great class?"

"Exactly."

Fan idled his head and shook his head. He looked down at the mountain and looked at it a few more times. Only then did he discover that the exotic chrysanthemums were not prosperous. The soil between the mountains is not fertile, so it is often a few feet to produce a chrysanthemum, but the distance between the flower viewer and the mountain has been maximized, so a visual The illusion; let people look, always feel that the golden flowers of the stars, have occupied every corner of the mountain, and the mountains in the late autumn, it is extraordinarily magnificent, the flower of the weak is big and strong.

Someone has come up to say hello, but because the last squat is relatively cool for Fan Xi, and the identity of the nephew does not allow those young gangsters and Fan Yu to say too many topics that young people should say, so just a little The chills are separated again. Fan Xian gently smiled and talked to everyone, but began to empty, feeling a little bored, subconsciously began to observe the surrounding environment according to their professional habits.

The suspended temple is in the mountains. Behind it is a cliff, there is only one road up the mountain. Today the Qing family meets here, and the mountain is already full of banned troops. Heavy arming, the inner circumference is the guards of the big inner guards led by the palace, and as for the eunuchs who are low-eyed and pleasing to the eye, there are no grandsons of Honggonggong, no one knows, but Fan has not seen Hu Wei. Their figure is slightly strange, but with the current arrangement, it can be said that it is dripping, not to mention any assassin. Even if a mosquito is going to fly up the mountain, it will be a headache.

He smiled and greeted Ren Shaoan, watching the other party embarrassed to be dragged away. The heart also laughed, and the father-in-law had been resigning for a long time. The original contacts were finally faded. Looking up, Fan Fei couldn't help but raise his eyes. The people with the greatest power of Qingguo were in this wooden temple. Far from seeing the top layer, a character wearing a bright yellow shirt is looking at the bar. That person is naturally the Emperor.

Looking up, Fan has some inexplicable emotions in his heart, suddenly turned around in his head, and laughed out funnyly with a scene - if this time the Northern Qi people or the masters of Dongyi City burned this hanging temple What will this world suddenly become like? Of course, he also knows that today's Kyoto defense is very strict, it is impossible to happen, but it is still very arrogant. If you want to climb this temple, you should choose those who have settled in and choose what kind of route to get to the top floor in the shortest time.

This is really just a professional habit.

An **** hurried from the temple, and the young aristocrats on the empty plaza in front of the temple hurriedly opened a road. The **** went to the Fan family and whispered reverently: The girl is seeing."

Lin Yier gave a slight glimpse and looked at Fan Xian. He asked softly: "Dai Gonggong, just pass me alone?"

Dai Gonggong is an old acquaintance of Fan Xian. He also knows that in the scenes of everyone's attention, if Fan Xian is not called into the temple, what kind of discussion will be brought about, secretly seeing Fan Yu with a blind eye, calmly said : "There is no other purpose."

Fan Xiao laughed and said to his nephew: "Then go." After a pause, he said softly: "Hey is always the most painful prostitute, I know this."

Looking at the nephew disappeared into the door of the black hole in the hanging temple, Fan leisurely licked his eyes, did not say anything, led the younger sister to the other corner, preparing for the scenery that may be unique. Unexpectedly, some people refused to let him relax, and a slightly uneasy sound sounded: "Master."

Looking back, it really is Ye Linger’s gimmick, looking at the other side with some uneasy face, Fan Xian clearly is why, next year Ye Linger will marry the second emperor, and his own battle with the two emperors seems to be fighting. In fact, in the dark, it is **** and violent, and the other party is the daughter of Ye Zhong, and it is not clear where the real reason lies.

He looked at Ye Linger with a gentle smile and said: "What do you think? Is it blame me for bullying your future?"

Ye Linger saw him look good, and this responded to the past ambiguity, smiled and took a sip, said: "I still worry that you will not talk to me."

If you laughed at the side: "Where is this?"

Ye Linger sighed and said: "The second child doesn't know where it is... There is no one on the table in the future. It's really not used to it." Fan Fu’s back circle, often in the past two years Opening the mahjong table, the four people on the table are Fan Ruoru Fan Sizhen, and the other two are Lin Yier and Ye Linger.

"It's not for you and if you give Fan Sizhen, you send money." Fan said with a smile: "This game is scattered, you can also lose less, and you are too late."

As he said, Qin Heng has come a long way. He hasn’t been close to himself. He said, “What are you hiding here?” Seeing his voice is loud, I’m afraid that I’m going to make it clear to everyone in the field. I laughed and said: "I am talking about mahjong."

Qin Heng came to the interest, and took a leisurely shoulder and said: "This is my hand." He glanced around and frowned slightly: "The chrysanthemum will be... This is the opportunity for your Mazu children to get close, you Is it so deserted?” With Fan’s power and the power of the world, even if those people are inferior to their identities, they will always come to a few words, and they will not be so deserted.

Fan has a quiet face. Ying said: "Today I know that this chrysanthemum can only be seen from afar, can not be played close... I am also aware of my disposition, I am not impatient with what these people say... As for getting close." He laughed: "It is There is no such interest."

The so-called appreciation of the chrysanthemum, in his view. However, it is similar to the past, such as the reception of the wine party, and some like a tea party, to show the relationship between each other and the royal family, to establish the status. It’s just that for Fan Xi’s, he simply disdains to rely on the majesty of the imperial power to declare his existence, so he feels very boring.

Qin Hengnian has been thirty. There is a wife room in the family. It is only the Qin family who must see the yellow flower every three years. He has already seen it many times and has already been tired of it. Listening to Fan Xian said so, could not help but nodded.

Today, the second emperor and Jing Wang Shizi are not special? The government was still under house arrest. So did not come to the hanging temple.

"Master, here is a good view, make a poem." Ye Linger stared at the pair of clear eyes.

Every time Fan Fan saw the girl’s eyes shining like a gem, she always felt that she was going to be flashed, and blinked in the subconscious. Answer: "For the teacher has already said that no longer do poetry."

Ye Linger called his master, but also can be seen as a little girl playing, and this interesting thing has already spread in Kyoto. However, Fan Xian actually called the teacher, it seems a bit funny, Qin Heng and Fan Ruoru could not help but laugh.

Qin Heng teased: "The small order written by Dong Fan in Beiqi has already become popular in the world. Do you still want to marry us?"

Fan Xian felt a headache and casually threw his first shot. He shook his head and said, "Don't pass it outside. I am most tired of writing poetry."

Fan Ruoruo is looking down to recollect that "it is not a flower that prefers chrysanthemum, this flower is more flowerless." Two sentences. Suddenly listening to the elder brother sighed, could not help but ask: "Why?"

"Because, being chased ass, asking to write poetry, is, the most painful thing in the world."

Fan paused and said, and immediately laughed in the eyes of the three puzzled, laughing so happy, so private, so headless.

The dignitaries gathered in front of the hanging temple to drink tea and gossip gossip, and suddenly listened to this laughter, and some of them stunned and cast their eyes on it, then they saw the four young men on the cliff side and quickly recognized this. The identity of the four people can't help but feel a little shocked. Xiao Fan's name is famous all over the world. Everyone knows that he has already fallen into the second emperor. Now he is standing with the younger generation of Qin Ye. What does this mean?

Fan Xian does not care about the eyes of others, but suddenly the nose twitches slightly, smelling a trace of fire, I wonder if today's main meal is ham? He turned his head and saw the corner of the hanging temple. There was a fascinating black smoke rising.

The five senses in the field were sharp and naturally led by him, but no one else found anything different. Even the big guards who were guarding around did not react.

And those people are still looking at the four young people standing on the edge of the cliff, and they don’t know how much emotion they give, how much envy.

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When the autumn wind passed, the black smoke seemed to be pulled out, and suddenly it was full of anger, and the black light suddenly appeared, and Fan’s body had already swept toward the hanging temple with the gust of wind. past.

"Qin Heng, protect these two gimmicks."

When the voice fell, he had already come to the temple and looked at the fire that slammed out of the fire. He felt the high temperature coming from the face. He waved a large inner guard who had slashed himself out. He said: "Eyes blind?"

The fire rushed up, because the hanging temple was a wooden structure, so the fire started very fast, and the young dignitaries who participated in the appreciation of the chrysanthemum exclaimed to avoid hiding, and the chaos could not be opened. Although the autumn is high and dry, but the fire is too strange, and the banned army commanding the palace is now on the highest floor, so the guards below can not help but some confusion.

Fan Xian sneered at the guards and eunuchs: "Where is the sand?"

As soon as he spoke, these talents were a little more awake. When they knew the status of Fan Xian, they began to follow his command and proceed step by step. First, they went out to ask the old ministers on the first floor of the temple, and then dispatched the guards upstairs. The car was driven, the message was delivered, and at the same time, a dozen masters were separated and began to be carefully guarded around.

The reaction was very fast and the movements were very clean. Although the dignitaries were frightened, the guards and eunuchs still had the courage to put out the fire. In a short while, the flames downstairs were suppressed, including the old people including Fan Shangshu. The plane took off from the first floor, but the stairs of the hanging temple were very narrow, the people who reported the letter were very slow, and the people on the top floor could not withdraw.

Seeing his father is innocent, Fan Xian feels a little peace of mind, but still has a lingering fear. I did not expect that my previous fantasies turned into reality. If this fire really spreads, the emperor who is enjoying the scenery on the top floor... I am afraid that I am really dead.

It must be that some people set fire to them. They don’t know how the other party might hide their identity and enter the temple to prevent such a strictness. It’s just that the way of setting fire is too bad, so I found out.

Things are definitely not so simple. Fan is in front of a messy temple, forcibly maintaining his own calmness, analyzing this matter, but he has never had a clue, but he thinks that his nephew is still on the top floor, his mood is messy. It is difficult to calm down, and there is a hint of ominous feeling in my heart, but he does not dare to rush to the building at this time, afraid to be used by the minded.

"Fan leisure, go up to protect the car!" Fan Shangshu walked in front of him, said coldly.

"Yes." Fan Xian had this heart early. At this time, it was too late to study the traced look of his father's eyes. He led two martial arts high-powered guards and went to the top of the suspended temple, but he refused to take the stairs. With a pair of feet on the ground, the whole person turned into a black shadow, and walked through the narrow and infinite flying scorpion of the hanging temple, like a flexible and incomparably ghostly, crawling to the top of the building.

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