Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 227

The more Xiao Jue thought about it, the more sad he became, so he decided not to eat, and walked out together, forget it, go to that woman and ask her to pay me for the loss.

I ran into Lao Jia Duan who was tremblingly running towards Longzhang Palace, holding a high-level memorial to be approved, and barely saw Xiao Jue's figure through the gaps in the memorial. "Excuse me!", strode around him and was about to leave.

Old Jia Duan mournfully said, "Your Majesty...state affairs..."

"You have all approved for these many days, do you still care about one more day?" The emperor, who has become more and more tired of politics recently, waved his hand and went out to pick up girls again.

Leaving time to rejoice, counting on Lao Jiaduan who is on vacation tonight, he was speechless to ask the sky.

"My god! I'm so happy!"

Baozi walked around Chu Feihuan from left to right, smiling happily, and forgot who he was going to settle the score with. He jumped onto Chu Feihuan's back, hugged his neck and laughed, "I like this height!"

Chu Feihuan lifted him up with a slight smile, and said with a smile, "You're getting fat again, tell me secretly, how many snacks did you steal?"

"Do I need to steal it?" Baozi smiled triumphantly, "You are not here, I am the biggest, I can eat as much as I want, my bed in Guantang Palace, there are pine nut candies under the mattress, I sleep in the candy pile every day Li, so happy..."

"Be careful to let your mother find out, and deduct all your sugar for the next 30 years."

"What are you afraid of her? I've been in prison before. Has she ever been? According to the level, she sees me now and wants to worship..."

"Your mother is here."

"Ah!"

The steamed stuffed bun who was being coaxed by the cowhide jumped down, and hurriedly shouted sweetly and crisply: "Mom, I miss you so much——"

There was no movement.

what……

Looking at the door that was still tightly closed, Baozi turned his head slowly with a sad expression on his face, and glared at Chu Feihuan viciously—this world can't live, and a person as clear as his godfather can deceive people... Woohoo.

Looking at the door in doubt, he frowned and asked Chu Feihuan, "Godfather, why didn't mother come out? Where are Uncle Qi and Uncle Rong?"

"She was talking with your Uncle Qi, and as for your Uncle Rong," Chu Feihuan paused, a layer of black pain appeared in his eyes, but his face was as calm as ever, "He still has some things to do, and he will wait until a while later." return."

Baozi let out an oh, played with his fingers without thinking, and said, "Godfather, you're all right, I'm so happy."

But he didn't hear Chu Feihuan's answer, he raised his head in doubt, but only saw his godfather quickly turn his head away.

I heard my godfather answer lightly: "Yes, I am also happy."

Both hands gently hugged his waist, put him on her lap, Chu Feihuan rested her chin on Baozi's big head, and said softly, "Rong'er."

"Ah."

Baozi responded quietly and obediently, feeling that his godfather's mood seemed a little different from the past, and a faint gloomy atmosphere enveloped him, and he was suddenly at a loss.

Chu Feihuan hugged the little child in his arms, feeling the sweet warmth of his child.

"I hope your life will be as happy as ever, you, you."

He paused.

After a while, he said, "Anytime."

A tightly closed door isolates the family relationship between father and son outside the door and the meaningful dialogue. Inside the door, there are more important things to do, so Qin Changge, who has no time to take care of his precious son who has not seen him for half a year, and Qi Fanzheng are calm. Sit opposite.

In the room, the fragrant tea is about to boil, and the smoke is curling up. A whole set of red sandalwood tea ceremony utensils are placed on the table. The four treasures for making tea: the wind stove, the jade book, the Mengchen jar, and the Ruochen ou are all there.

Qi Fanzheng smiled and said: "Bilianxiang tea has a solid body, tightly knotted cords, and delicate buds and leaves. It is advisable to use the 'upward throwing method' to brew tea."

He carefully poured the tea into the cup with a teaspoon, and the blue and white cup with golden thread on the waist was bright and lustrous. The Yushan spring water brewed into it was known for its frivolity and softness. After being boiled with high-quality ebony charcoal, the quality was improved, and the tea leaves turned green on the crystal water. The flowers slowly sink to the bottom of the water in a quiet and elegant manner, straight but not falling down, like green buds that are about to bloom.

Qi Fan has dexterous fingers and light movements. He puts the tea in the hot pot and warms the cup with high brewing and low brewing to divide the tea. The whole set of techniques is skillful and very aesthetic. If you have an idea.

"... Good at the elegance of Ou and Fujian, the spiritual endowment of Zhong Shanchuan, dispelling stagnation, leading to clarity and harmony, calm and clean in the middle, high rhyme and tranquility..." Qin Changge lifted a cup to his mouth, and chanted lightly.

She raised her crescent eyebrows obliquely from above the teacup, and looked at Qi Fan, "Neichuan continent, non-wealthy families can't have such a noble technique, especially the Zhongchuan tea ceremony has its own school, which is even more outstanding, brother Qi, your hand , I haven’t been lucky enough to see it for many years.”

"The world's best people are hard to recognize, and you can remember the old people when you talk about the tea scriptures..." Qi Fan smiled, and didn't answer her directly, but said in a leisurely tone as if he was caught in memories, "When my father taught me the art of tea, Xiaotian was always the least The patient one, I brewed it over and over again, he was always angry when he looked at it, and he wanted to leave but refused to leave. Every time he would pour out the tea that had been brewed, he would not give it to him, so he drank it by himself, until his stomach was full, I laughed He, he said he couldn't bear to throw away the things I worked so hard for, it's a pity..."

He sighed slightly and said no more.

Qin Changge's smile faded away, and he remained silent.

Qi Fan smiled, took a breath, and said: "I'm fainted again, why did I tell the master about this? Since the master asked, there is no need for Qi Fan to hide it anymore. In fact, the master must already know that I am from Zhongchuan. .”

"I also know not long ago," Qin Changge slowly turned the teacup, "I doubted your speed when you appeared in Nanmin that day. If you didn't borrow from Zhongchuan, it would be impossible for you to come so fast. The bird's attitude deepened my thinking, and the pile of gunpowder that day, this thing is forbidden, where did you get it in a hurry? I have always been suspicious of people, and I have never doubted you. But since you are from Zhongchuan, I can vaguely guess your background."

She put down the teacup and looked into Qi Fan's eyes, "You are from the descendant of Zhongchuan, aren't you? The queen in front of Beitangxiao, who is said to have an affair with Beitangxiao's elder brother, King Beitangming of Sichuan who died young And the deposed Queen Leng, who is yours?"

A pained and gloomy look slowly appeared on Qi Fan's face, and he didn't answer for a long while.

Qin Changge leaned back knowingly.

Back then, it was said that Leng Xuerun and Bei Tangming had a son who died at birth. According to the time calculation, that child should be Qi Fan, right?
Feihuan gave himself a piece of information, which probably said that Beitang Xiao’s cousin, Beitangyin, had kept a low profile for many years, ignored political affairs, accepted many concubines, and had countless sons. She wondered why Feihuan suddenly collected such useless prince's information, but she didn't take it to heart because of the many things she had to do. Now that she thought about it, it was Feihuan who was reminding her.

Beitangyin adopted the son of the royal family whose parents both died, and mixed in with his own sons, but Qi Fan himself didn't want to stay in Zhongchuan, which he hated deeply, so he came out early to wander the world.

"Xiaotian is the son of my adoptive father's friend. He was born on the same day as me. He is also a poor man whose parents died. He took care of my family early on. He and I are close friends." Qi Fan smiled wryly, "They all thought this I will live and die together in my life, who knew that he left me as a bastard and left first..."

Qin Changge said sadly: "After all, I am sorry for him."

"Master, you don't need to say such things," Qi Fan said with a smile: "We swore an oath in front of the master, without the master, the two of us would have been chased and killed by the powerful and turned into flying ashes. This life, the master will give us, Also, it is only right and proper.”

Qin Changge shook his head with a wry smile, and flipped the lid, "When did you know my identity?"

"It's very early, but I still can't believe it," Qi Fan said happily, "Fortunately... Xiaotian didn't notice..."

He was silent for a while, turned his head to look at a small box beside him, which contained Rong Xiaotian's ashes, looked at the cold box as he always looked at an old friend, and apologized for a long time: "It's just master, I'm afraid I can't I will continue to follow you, I will bury Xiaotian in Zhongchuan, as for whether I will return..." He sighed, "I don't know..."

He raised his head, looked into the depths of the clouds at the end of the setting sun, his eyes were far away, "...I want to walk through the places we have walked together these years, those mountains and rivers, cities, ports, rivers and seas..."

His eyes were empty, and even if there were occasional sparks, it was a heap of burnt lonely ashes.

"Qi Fan," Qin Changge closed his eyes, and said for a long time, "Let's go."

She smiled self-consciously, and said lightly: "Come and go, it's all a fate, our fate is over, and there is no need to force it to continue."

Qi Fan stood up straight in awe, and kowtowed deeply to her on the couch.

Three nods.

With a calm face and cold eyes, Qin Changge slowly bowed to Qi Fan to salute, using a solemn slanted arc to express her sincere gratitude and respect for this capable man who has followed her two lifetimes and has always been loyal.

The room was dark, no one was lighting a lamp, and the wind broke in through the window lattice, but it was relieved by the silence and solemnity of this moment. The wind picked up the hair of the founding queen and her confidant guard, blocking the pained eyes of each other.

Qin Changge watched silently as Qi Fan picked up the small box and got up.

The moment she got up, she suddenly said:

"Qi Fan, without you, there would be no safe growth of Rong'er. I will not repay you for helping me personally, but I will return the kindness of protecting Rong'er to you."

She looked at Qi Fan who raised his head in astonishment, and slowly said: "Actually, the Lord of Zhongchuan should have been the famous Beitang Ming when he was young, but he died suddenly and suddenly before Zhongchuan settled the country. If it wasn't for that, The country of Zhongchuan should be yours."

"I'll help you, take back Zhongchuan."

After a long, long time, people went to the empty room, and Qin Changge, who had been silent for a long time in the darkness, finally turned his head gently, looking at a tall figure who suddenly appeared out of the window at an unknown time.

"Ah Jue, the world is being taken into our hands step by step, and the people we value are leaving one by one. How many partings will we have to experience in our lifetime?"

(End of this chapter)