Another: Today's monthly ticket list is gloomy and murderous. It really is like anger on the Cangshan Mountain, and the sunset is like blood. Deng Shichang is beside him... cough cough, it's just canvassing, so pull the monthly ticket vigorously. )
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The second day is the day before the third day. This is not nonsense, because Wan'er will return to Beijing on the third day. Fan Xian is used to keeping his wife and family away from all dirty things, so he set the time for the second day. day. It was a sunny day and the snow gradually melted. The wet, snow-covered flowing stone ponds on Tianhe Street finally started to flow, carrying snowballs and dead leaves, heading towards the low-lying places.
The gates of the four directions inside and outside the capital are guarded by the thirteen city gate divisions, which are directly under the palace's dispatch, not to mention that the guards in the capital cannot reach in, even the military elders of the Privy Council Will not make too many actions on the bright side. Every night, the gates of the capital will be closed. In the history of the Qing Kingdom, apart from the bloody coups and the reports of several major natural disasters and frontier turmoil, there is no precedent for it to be opened at night.
The old director of the Overwatch Council, Mrs. Chen Pingping, was an exception. He lived in Chen Yuan outside Beijing, and His Majesty gave this Mr. President the privilege of entering Beijing at night.
But there was only this special case. Except for Chen Pingping, no one could enter and leave the capital in the middle of the night without the emperor's order. It was just that after Fan Xian took charge of the Overwatch Council, there was one more person in this special case.
So even if the Yuantai camp of the capital guarded found Yan Shendu's body, reported it level by level, and finally reported to the general who knew Yan Shendu's true identity... The generals in the camp were shocked and panicked, but still had no way to inform the adults in the capital .
Qin Heng, the garrison commander in Kyoto, only found out about the news the next morning.
Then Yan Xiaoyi, the governor of North China University who returned to Beijing to report on his duties, also knew the news.
His own son was assassinated in the camp last night.
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Yan Xiaoyi sat beside the bed with his feet spread wide apart. This was a habit he had developed during his years of riding horses in the military. His eyes looked at the messenger kneeling in front of the door with some indifference, and he tilted his head slightly, a little afraid. Trust your ears.
"Master." The two concubines on the bed suppressed the fear and anxiety in their hearts, struggled to get up, dressed the governor of Yan, and fetched water to wash.
During all this process, Yan Xiaoyi maintained a kind of indifferent calm, and the hands rubbing in the hot water basin did not tremble at all.
He has been very energetic since he was a child, and after he joined the army, he has had no daughters every night. There are countless concubines in his family, but there is no official wife in this mansion in the capital, but he still has five concubines to serve him. , these two concubines couldn't take it anymore.
Yan Xiaoyi turned his head and glanced at the concubine Ji beside him. Usually he was used to being secretly proud of his physical strength, but today he felt something strange in his heart, and felt a bit of disgust for these charming women.
Women, he has many, but sons, he has only one.
He stood up calmly, tied a black gold jade belt around his waist, put on a big cloak to block the snow, and went out. Outside the door, there were long-awaited guards and terrified generals of the Kyoto garrison.
Looking at the longbow and the feathered arrow held by his confidant, Yan Xiaoyi was a little lost beside the horse. Even so, since hearing the news until now, his face is still calm, with a sense of determination in the dark. There was nothing strange about the white face.
The sound of horseshoes gradually left Yan's mansion, and the two beauties in the mansion died tragically on their beds, blood soaking the entire emerald mantle.
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Under the protection of his own soldiers, Dudu Yan came out of the city gate and came to the Yuantai tent not far away. Heng was also ignored by him.
He directly entered the account of the Chinese army.
Yan Shendu's body was placed in the tent, and no one dared to touch the body, because everyone was waiting for Governor Yan to come and see it in person.
Yan Xiaoyi stood in front of his son's corpse, and did not speak for a long time, but frowned slightly. After a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to push away his son's already stiff palm.
The dead man's grip was extremely tight, and Yan Xiaoyi pulled it so hard that he broke two of his son's fingers. He took something out of his son's palm, then held it up to his eyes, and examined it carefully.
The skylight outside the tent came in, lightly folded from the jade pendant, and shone into Yan Xiaoyi's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.
He knew this jade pendant. There was a small sword on the jade pendant, and a few words were engraved on the other side, so his heart became cold, and then burned again.
The rest of the generals in the Chinese army's tent didn't know what this jade pendant represented. Qin Heng sighed, stepped forward to comfort him, and at the same time expressed the Qin family's sincere apology for this matter. No matter what, the Qin family will bear great responsibility for being assassinated in the controlled camp.
Yan Xiaoyi nodded slightly, and finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said slowly: "Young Lord, you don't need to say much."
Qin Heng was silent, and said after a while: "May the commander-in-chief express his condolences."
Yan Xiaoyi's face was not sad, he asked the general of Yuantai Camp to take him to the tent where his son used to live, he went in alone, and stayed in that tent for a long time.
Everyone was waiting for him outside, not daring to disturb him.
After talking with his son's breath for the last time in the tent, Yan Xiaoyi came out from the hole at the back of the tent with a dull expression, looking at the blood stains scattered by the wind on the big beaches on the snow. Say nothing.
Returning to the tent of the Chinese army again, Yan Xiaoyi looked at his son's corpse, lowered his head, suddenly reached out, grabbed the arrow stuck in the heart of his son's corpse, and pulled it out with a little force.
With a puff, the arrow branch left the body and fell into Yan Xiaoyi's hands. He inserted the arrow into the quiver carried by the soldier himself, then turned around and said to Qin Heng, "Burn it."
The sound of horseshoes sounded again, and they left the Yuantai camp and headed for Kyoto. Even if his son was assassinated, as an important general of the imperial court, Yan Xiaoyi still had to stay in the capital, which was the inconvenience caused by power.
The cold wind blows.
The faces of the soldiers who conquered the Northern Army were full of grief and anger. They fought against the Northern Qi people in the northern border of the Qing Kingdom for several years. The governor's son!
Yan Xiaoyi's expression remained unchanged, but he said indifferently to his followers: "It's not Si Gu Jian, that killer is bleeding, rank nine."
The jade pendant explained the origin of the killer, Yan Shendu's strength and the price the man paid showed the level of the man. Riding a horse beside him, he said: "After Ye Zhong left the capital, there were only a few people in the capital Jiupin on the surface. Now that the governor and Mr. Fan are returning to the capital, there are two more people, but they should still be in the dark. Some, such as the Overwatch Council."
Undoubtedly, after Yan Xiaoyi returned to Beijing, the Overwatch Council was the first to bear the brunt of it, especially the horsewhip Fan Xian swung at him before the Privy Council that day, which made this hidden confrontation even more difficult. impending conflict.
So Yan Shendu's death, everyone will immediately think of Fan Xian.
"It's not Fan Xian." Yan Xiaoyi said indifferently, "But it must have something to do with Fan Xian."
The gate of the city was right in front of him, and the man with the arrow in his hand looked at the governor worriedly, thinking that if it really had something to do with Mr. Fan, what would the governor do? Could it be that in the capital, he shot and killed His Majesty's illegitimate son with one arrow
Yan Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes slightly, didn't say anything, just coughed twice, then covered his lips, a trace of blood flowed out from between his fingers.
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The assassination last night was not widely publicized. Firstly, not many people knew about the news that Yan Xiaoyi's son was on guard in the capital. Second, the time was too short, and even the headquarters of the Overwatch Council did not obtain relevant details. The civil and military officials of the Qing court belonged to two systems, so naturally not many ministers in the court knew about it.
Today is the small court meeting, and the ministers at the gate of the palace gathered in twos and threes, each with its own hilltop, but the relationship between the Prince of the East Palace and His Highness the Second Highness has eased a lot, so the two factions of civil officials are not too far away.
But Hubu Shangshu Fan Jian was whispering something to the two senior scholars in Zhongshu under the door, and no one approached around these three people.
With the sound of a whip, the palace gate slowly opened, and the eldest prince, the commander of the imperial army, walked out calmly, saluted the elders in charge, and everyone quickly returned the salute. Since His Majesty let the Eldest Prince be in charge of the palace's rules and regulations more than a year ago, the defense of the entire imperial palace has been impregnable, and this Eldest Prince is also a diligent person. Whenever there is a court meeting, he will be on duty in person. Because of his status as a nobleman in Tianhuang, there is a difference.
For this reason, the ministers of the upper court felt a little respect and fear from the eldest prince.
The ministers filed in and went to the court to discuss the gossip of the world with the Emperor Qing. The gate of the palace suddenly became quiet again. The snow on the square in front of the palace had already been swept away, revealing the wet bluestone below, which was swept away. The snow piled up on the other side of the square to form a half-person-high snowdrift, like a dwarf city.
A carriage came from behind the long snowdrift. The carriage driver was completely black. The imperial guards guarding the palace gate and the guards inside the gate immediately knew the identity of the person in the carriage. Curious and excited.
The eldest prince greeted him personally with his sword in his hand, and helped the young official who was still a bit inconvenient to get off the carriage. The two of them talked softly all the way into the palace.
The soldiers inside and outside the palace gate didn't dare to make a sound, but Xiaoyi looked at the scene from the corner of their eyes, until the figure of the eldest prince and the young official disappeared into the palace, everyone let out a foul breath and whispered excitedly Discuss.
"See? It is said that His Highness has a good relationship with him, and it seems that it is not a lie."
"What's so strange about this, they are brothers."
"Brother?" Someone sneered, "Don't remember how Fan Tisi dealt with the Second Highness a year ago?"
"Silence!"
Although the national customs of Qing Dynasty are open, there are few cases of punishment for words, but at the gate of Huanghuang Palace, they talk about gossip about the royal family. It must be said that these people who followed the eldest prince to conquer the barbarians in the west, and then belonged to the imperial army to stand guard Soldiers are indeed daring to the extreme.
The two young eunuchs looked at the imperial guards as if they were gods.
"That's the legendary Mr. Fan?" A guard obviously entered the palace not long ago, and said with excitement on his face: "Sure enough, as in the legend, he is as handsome as a god, but his complexion doesn't seem very good .”
"Nonsense! I was assassinated a few days ago. I suffered such a serious injury. How could I get better... It's strange to say that Mr. Fan's injury healed so quickly, and he can walk on the ground now. Why is it so Are you in a hurry to come to court?"
"Don't forget, Mr. Fan is the youngest rank-9 master in Daqing Kingdom!"
"But speaking of sniping..."
All the people fell silent immediately, knowing that this matter was terrible, it was better to talk less.
Fan Xian and the First Prince were walking in the palace, not knowing what the people behind them were talking about, but the First Prince couldn't help but wonder why he rushed into the palace before his injury healed.
"Why are you in such a hurry to enter the palace? There's been some chaos in the palace recently, and I'm a little nervous to investigate the matter of you being killed by a sniper."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Forgot? I remember sending the invitation to the palace. The eldest princess should have picked it up in person... I will treat guests at the Baoyue Building at night. I have the strength to treat guests, but if I don't hurry to the palace to report on my duties, I'm afraid of your majesty." Will spank my ass."
"You should be called the Great Imperial Concubine, or sister-in-law, why are you still called the Great Princess?"
"Excuse me, the Great Concubine sounds awkward. She always thinks of that girl Ye Linger, and the title of sister-in-law is even more unacceptable... I don't want to be scolded by the Zhengqing of Taichang Temple in person. My surname is Fan, and your surname is Li." Fan Xian said What he said was a bit wild, at least as a courtier talking to His Highness, it seemed a bit unruly.
The eldest prince knew what he was thinking, smiled helplessly, and suddenly said solemnly: "Did you know about that matter?"
"What's the matter?" Fan Xian frowned slightly.
"Yan Xiaoyi's son was assassinated last night." The eldest prince stared into Fan Xian's eyes, as if he wanted to judge from his eyes whether the assassination had anything to do with him.
Fan Xian raised his brows, he didn't bother to pretend to be surprised, and said, "If you die, you die. You're not mine anyway. Don't guess, this matter has nothing to do with me."
The eldest prince looked at him and shook his head: "Whether it has anything to do with you or not, I'm afraid this matter will be remembered on your head."
"Just remember it." Fan Xian said with a gentle smile, "I have many enemies in this life, and I don't care if there are one or two more."
"That person is... Yan Xiaoyi." The eldest prince reminded with an emphasis.
Fan Xian didn't respond, but thought in his heart that the Grand Highness next to him really had some strength in the military. He might know the story of what happened in the Yuantai camp as soon as the city gate opened.
Seeing that he ignored him, the First Prince frowned and said: "I'm afraid this matter is not so kind. Think about it, in the garrison division camp near the capital, an assassin was mixed in... Once the matter is exposed, no one will be able to accept it." If you want to live a good life, this matter... is too presumptuous."
Fan Xian heard the hidden meaning in his words, couldn't help but sneered, and said, "Yuantai camp? A few days ago, someone dared to move the military's city defense crossbow and murder the imperial envoy in the valley... Who is so presumptuous?" Some?"
Seeing that he was angry, the eldest prince also knew that he had lost a lot of his men in that valley attack, so he changed the subject and asked, "When will Miss Chen come back? I don't know how long the imperial grandmother and my mother have read it. I can't bear her to go to Jiangnan."
Fan Xian said: "It's coming tomorrow. By the way, I brought back the princess of the Hu tribe... Also, I bought a house in Yangonion Lane. The place is remote and quiet, just right for hiding."
The eldest prince was startled when he heard these words, and asked in a naive way: "What is Zangjiao?"
Fan Xian took out a house deed from his bosom and threw it to him, with the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he said, "I'll give you a mistress."
The eldest prince didn't know what to say, so he gave him an annoyed look, and said, "There is a poetic, timeless and elegant face before and after, but who knows it is a vicious fox mouth."
"That's true." Fan Xian said proudly, "I already have enough reputation. Next, we're going to get rid of it and have fun with the big guys."
The eldest prince was slightly startled, he frowned and said: "You have invited so many people tonight, what exactly do you want to do? Don't be foolish."
"How could it be? They're all rich and powerful, and it's too late for me to curry favor." Fan Xian sneered and said, "But I also know what you think. It's not easy for brothers to fight against each other. Hurry up and crush them."
The eldest prince said disapprovingly: "This is not a good thing to say. They are all compatriots from the same father. Just wait for the holy order. You should have some sense of propriety."
"Don't mind." Fan Xian shook his head and said, "It's still the same old saying, my surname is Fan... But don't worry, I don't have a hobby of cutting off my own fingers. As long as they are more honest after tonight, I will naturally." won't do anything."
The eldest prince laughed, and Fan Xian couldn't help laughing at himself after thinking about it for a while. It is said that from ancient times to the present, history books show that there are very few young courtiers who dare to threaten the prince and prince face to face like himself, let alone Still using this kind of teaching tone, this matter seems a bit ridiculous.
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Fan Xian insisted that his surname was Fan, but he knew that if it wasn't for the fact that his surname should have been Li, he would never have the strength to negotiate with the children of the royal family, and he didn't even have the qualifications. I'm afraid he died a long time ago.
So when he waited in the imperial study for a long time, and finally saw the Emperor Lao Tzu whose surname was Li who had lifted the curtain and walked in, he showed respect, except for occasional traces of coldness and stubbornness in his brows and eyes.
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