Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The house next to the deep road in Kyoto has not been home to many people. The main task here is to pass on the command of the vanity and receive the news from the Beijing King of the North. Si Lili's younger brother and other people lived in the wing room and left it to the room where Fan Xian worked, and naturally there was no habit of firing.

Today, although I know that the adult of Tis is coming, I have already sent a heater to the company, but there is a lot of chills in the house, and I still can't spread it. Fan was sitting in a wheelchair and feeling the cold in the room. He couldn’t help but scream, and smiled bitterly: "I can’t even give birth to a stove... Is the yard so poor?"

Deng Ziyue was roasting on the stove, and shouted the subordinates to get some hot water to open the frozen brush. Listening to the adult's words, the smile said: "The adults have many things these days, and they have been injured. Come over."

It’s hard to toss up almost, Fan stayed on his head, watching Deng Zi hold the ink block and grind it on the warm platform, using warm water to slap it, like a sharp knife, and finally grind out some Come here.

Fan Xian nodded in satisfaction, the new heart of the water mill Kung Fu seems to be worse than the Tai doctor, the brush opened into the ring, smashed some ink, wrote a few words on the white paper... ...Mom, the ink actually freezes again!

"What the **** is this weather!" Fan was furious and threw the coke-like brush on the table and said, "How come at home without seeing cold?"

Deng Ziyue only felt a cold wind blowing around in the room, and carefully replied: "The stove in the house is so good. When the yard was first bought, it was not prepared. Even the cockroaches did not have time to warm up. ”

"I don't sleep here again." Fan said with annoyed fire: "You, one of the old kings, are the dying masters... I gave Wang Qiian a thousand and two silvers. He only spent one hundred and twenty two. I bought such a broken yard... I don’t want to freeze it?"

Deng Ziyue has some sympathy far away from the North Qi, and he was also reprimanded by Tistian every day. Xiaoyi persuaded: "Winning is quiet."

"Not only quiet." Fan took a look at him and hated and said: "This is called Qing Han! If the ministers of Jingzhong saw it, I was afraid that we thought it was a clear water trick."

He has several important letters to write today, and he can't take care of it. He still uses his brush, but he still can't handle it. After a few twists and turns, I finally gave up and patted the desk and said, "That pen is for me!"

After Deng Ziyue smashed for a long time, he finally took out a pen from his close-fitting shirt. When he handed it to Fan Xian, he was careful and said: "This is expensive. I heard that there is not much inventory in the library." Adults save some money."

Fan leisure grabbed it. I looked at him with contempt and looked at it, thinking that it was not a pencil. What did Jingui do? Waiting for Jiangnan to find a few graphite mines, the pencil business in the library can naturally be renewed. By that time, I called the inner library to make two baskets for you to carry. A basket lets you write to death, a basket lets you throw and play along the street!

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The pencil glides on the white paper, like the beauty of the toes dancing on the smooth ice. Occasionally, a few traces of snow and ice are scratched.

Deng Ziyu knew that Tistian was writing a secret letter and retired early. In the icy study, only Fan is a person who is writing a broken pen and writing, and the mist spit out in his mouth, which is fleeting on paper, and looks very disenchant.

The content of the letter is actually very disenchant. Although it is a secret letter from the Supervisory Academy, the letter is too big, and the handwriting of the pencil can be erased. Therefore, Fan Xian is not too reassured, and the words used are relatively concealed. The important sentences such as time are all used in the dark language.

The letter was sent to Wang Qinian, which was about the Cui family. Cui family was persecuted in Kyoto. In order to help the two emperors and Xinyang raise money, they forced a large number of smuggled goods. They went to Beiqi, but the channels there have not been opened, so there was a phenomenon of stockpile.

At present, on the online and northern special libraries, Cui Jia transferred from Xinyang, and the accumulated goods can account for about one-sixth of the annual output of the internal warehouse!

From this ratio, it can be seen that the long princess has been holding the inner bank for many years, and the courage has been so large that it is not soft to seek personal gain.

The current situation is that Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun spent a few months, fighting against the two emperors and crushing Cui's. He waited for this to eat the other party, even the bones. Spit one out.

The letter to Wang Qinian finally wrote: Open the meal.

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Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, slightly tilted his head, gently rubbing the top of the wound on his chest, where there was a tie, and some itching. After writing a letter, my hand was frozen and a little stiff. Suddenly I began to miss the time when I was in Zhangzhou. I thought about copying books every day, and when I copied the book, this girl would put her hand on her. The arms are warm, the tentacles are full, and the feel is really good.

The heart is swaying, and the pen is written again. This second letter is written for the sea otter, but when he wrote the letter, he held a debauched heart in his heart, and the words were a little bit sloppy. Inciting.

Since the return of Beiqi, his communication with Haishu has never been broken, and he has long been accustomed to having such a pen pal in the north. After all, it is very necessary for the two sides to maintain a smooth communication channel as the strength of the younger generation of the two great countries. One thing that is very good for the future.

The letter talked about the recent gossips in Kyoto, and of course the Hanging Temple event. Although the ascension of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty shocked the world, the Northern Qi Dynasty had a detailed report on the Beijing, but as a party, he told the story that it must be much better than Mr. Story.

Later, I said something else, and secretly pointed out in the words, I was ready to start with Cui, let her cooperate with the little emperor who did not know men and women. At the end of the letter, he copied a poem to prove that he was still as usual.

"I came to the **** to report the grace, the broad and the non-profit and the glory. The ancients have a confidant to die, only fear that the frozen bones buried in the court. The old people of China and the DPRK mourn me. Heavy 裘 裘 飘 飘 缨 缨. Cold, I don’t know why the people are born."

This is the last few sentences of Sima Guang's bitter cold. Fan Xian looked at it with some smugness, licking some stiff hands, and felt that the poem he copied was too much, and the sorrowfulness of the words in the lines would make the girl recite for a long time. The girl does not pay for it, this is exactly what he likes to do.

After confirming that there was nothing missing, he sealed the envelope and pressed the lacquer. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he always felt that his ** had not been fully satisfied. Looking at the letterhead, the girl who looks like a village girl, he always feels that he is facing an old friend, and he has fallen into silence for a time.

Then he spread a blank sheet of paper, slightly sinking, and wrote:

"Flower, hello, the letter in front is a business, this is a casual chat. Today, Kyoto has the first snow in the five years of the Qing Dynasty. It is earlier than ever. The snow that wants to come to Beijing is bigger. It’s getting colder. I saw a few plums in the garden at the corner of the garden that day. I don’t know that the few plums have a red dot. It moisturizes the monotonous appearance of snow.”

"Well, how are the ducks you raised? Be careful. Don't freeze to death... I am quite normal here, Huang Xiaohei Baibai is raised in Jingtian, Beijing, I heard that the guys there put these three The big fat cats are all served as ancestors. How can they raise problems?"

"I am fine, I have slept, I slept, and my family is very quiet. My sister has been busy in the hospital for two days. I heard that it has become a rare sight in Kyoto. I am going back to Linfu today. My lovely big brother is about to be left out late and has a bad temper. I don't know what you are doing at this time?"

Fan is free to write, just like talking is sloppy, purely thinking about where to write.

"Right, my student with a history of history has opened a brothel. The business is good, especially the dishes are very delicate. If you travel to Qingguo, I will accompany you to sit down. Ah, I suddenly thought of the restaurant in Shangjing. I forgot my name, but I still remember that the wine was good that day. I told you a lot of nonsense and I don’t know how much you remember."

"I have read a few times before you read a few letters. I always feel sour. You are a sacred woman. Don't learn the tricks of everyone. I always like to put some poems in the letter, even though I am fake. There is a poetry name, but there is no interest in correcting the composition."

"The last time you said that Sylvia is doing a good job... Well, I don’t want to talk about this kind of thing in the future. I have always had a hate on this matter, and I don’t know why, especially the headache I heard from your mouth. The news."

"Duoduo, come to Qingguo to play, my wife is very curious about you... The other is to ask, can you pass on the daily practice together? I have recently had a lot of interest in your practice methods."

This seemingly natural questioning reveals the shamelessness and treacherousness of Fan Xian’s heart.

"The snow outside the window seems to be getting bigger. The young man outside the house is still chopping wood. The young people are always bloody. But although I am still young, I don’t know why, but my heart is showing some old-fashioned things. It’s always very difficult to bring up interest, tired of lacking, boring... The wind outside is whistling, Xu is reminding me to drop the pen, then okay, come here, the stove in the room is too broken, the temperature has been no way to rise Picking up, although I still want to talk to you, but always feel that there is no need to do the cold with God. In addition, please take care of him, thank you, and wish Wanan."

Although the letter is natural, there is still too much useful information inside. He read the letter again, and then added a sentence at the end of the letter: "Wang Qi-Nian, you have to dare to peek, I will let Mu Tie go to see your niece take a shower!"

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“How is one more than usual?” Deng Zi’s eyes widened and he looked at Fan Xi’s and counted the letters in his hand: “Do you have two seals for Hai Chang’s girl?”

“Ask for so much?” Fan Xian said: “It’s still the old charter, and the whole process is escorted to Shangjing.”

Deng Zi nodded and walked outside the house. He handed over the sealed letters to the members of the Kai Nian group who had already waited. The buddy counted several letters and issued the same question: "How? ...have two?"

Deng Ziyue looked at him, and his lips were ugly and twitched twice. He took a breath and said: "What do you ask so much?"

The two looked at each other and nodded. They stopped talking and thought, and the Master of the Secretary used the highest secret level of the Superintendent to send a love letter. It is really extravagant.

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Fan was sitting in the round and singularly out of the small courtyard of Shenzheng Road. When he got on the carriage, he went to Linfu, and he was going to pick up the children and return to Dabao. In the carriage, he suddenly asked: "Tai Xue Shiye... Is there any annihilation in this position? There is also that I have not been in Taichang Temple for a long time. Why did I raise Taichang Temple Shaoqing?"

Deng Ziyue explained the latter: "There is two Shaoqing, Ren Shaoqing is the main, and the adults are the deputy... But this is a vain job, and it is not necessary to go every day. The Taixue Division has seven masters. These two positions are all four." He reminded: "Adults, although you can not serve as a military officer after you take over the position of the mobile department, but the court did not send the purpose of the invention to your two positions, this time you are willing to serve you two duties." I think it’s just to show the holy shrine, and I don’t necessarily have the meaning of the side."

Fan Xian shook his head. These two duties were the last two items in the emperor's sacred purpose. They did not take it seriously at first, but the more they thought about it, the more serious they were. The emperor was deeply impressed and would never use the official position.

"These two positions... Is there anything... a special place?" He frowned and organized his words.

After Deng Ziyue thought for a long time, some uncertain ways to return: "The job of Shaoqing is common, and there is nothing special. It is just that Taichang Temple is in charge of the ancestral burial of the ancestral temple. It is more convenient to enter the palace... The academic school has not appeared in these years. After several new policies, the official positions were a little chaotic..."

He suddenly shot his thigh and said with pleasure: "I think of it. In the past, I was too academic to enter the palace to give lectures to the emperor. It was an assistant to Tai Fu."

Fan Xianyi, Zhang Dazuo, and can't speak for a long time, he finally understood what the emperor arranged for these two positions to do for himself. Taichang Temple Shaoqing plus this too academic school, then he is not Want to be a teacher of the princes?

To be precise, isn't it the responsibility to teach the youngest bastard?

One thought of this, he was shocked and stunned: "I can't go to the palace every day without the leisure time... Isn't it going to go down the river? How can I arrange this terrible thing for me?"

With a slamming sound, the carriage seemed to be stopped by him. The curtain was slightly sloppy, in the middle of the snow, but he was seen by a **** in front of a horseman who was led by several **** guards.

Yao Taizhi looked at the fan in the carriage, trembled his eyebrows with chills, and said in a whispering voice: "Adult, ask the slaves to find a good one... Come with me, let you declare you into the palace."

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