The sedan chair slowly left the long street, and the strong man carrying the longbow also disappeared. There was still snow and white mist on the empty ground.
As the sedan chair left, the sound of coughing gradually weakened, and the fog on the long street gradually dispersed. Although the surrounding area was still dark, it seemed much clearer than before. Snowflakes fell quietly from the dome, gentle and fluttering, as if there was a god in the sky shaking the flower trees gently.
The clouds parted, and the layers of dark clouds suddenly split a big gap, revealing the curved silver moon, and the clear light gradually faded, illuminating the long street clearly.
The stacked residential houses at the back of the street extend to the corner of the street, and because of the moonlight, some strangely shaped shadows are reflected on the ground.
A black shadow suddenly trembled, twisted like some kind of creature, and then retreated slowly and silently, retracted into the large shadow, and could no longer be separated.
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Fan Xian was lying on the corner of a gatehouse in the distance, wearing a black and white snow coat. He looked back from the street corner blocked by stone beasts, and sighed softly. White mist spewed out. The icicles formed on his eyebrows shattered a few times, and he lay on his back facing the sky a little tiredly, stretching his sore muscles all over his body, staring at the silver moon in the night sky above his head in a daze.
Touching the hard box beside him, he subconsciously shook his head and squinted his eyes. Tonight, he invested a lot of money and prepared so well. He seemed to be able to succeed, but was broken by that Hong Gonggong. It was a failure.
He didn't intend to use the box. After all, this thing is too sensitive. It can't be used lightly until the last moment. He just wants to kill Yan Xiaoyi, who has already stood at the peak of human beings, and the hard box cannot be touched by the palm of his hand. , He didn't have any confidence in his heart, this was the blessing of faith, the last confidence.
Fan Xian lay in the remnant snow on the roof, gasped for breath twice, calmed down the emotions of failure and the anger that came from nowhere.
Someone crawled over, and Fan Xian lifted his snow jacket to cover the thing, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
Wang Qinian moved closer to him and said, "It's Eunuch Hong."
Fan Xian nodded: "Thank you for your hard work today."
Everyone in the Overwatch Council was busy with those bloody things tonight, but Fan Xian's most trusted confidant, Wang Qinian, seemed to be doing nothing. Only Fan Xian knew that the task he gave was to let Wang Qinian keep an eye on Yan Xiaoyi's movements.
He knew that Yan Xiaoyi would not miss this opportunity, so he didn't want to miss this opportunity, and Wang Qinian's performance did not disappoint him. A strong man on the ninth rank has never noticed that his movements are all in the Under Wang Qinian's gaze.
The two wings of the Overwatch Council, the people who are the best at tracking and finding traces in the world, are indeed not in vain.
Wang Qinian's face was very pale, paler than the remnant snow on the roof and the silver light in the street. Following the governor of Yan University was undoubtedly the most terrifying task in his life. The fear and pressure made this forty-year-old The 20-year-old middle-aged man was almost unable to bear it, and his mind had already reached the point of collapse.
And he didn't know if he saw something he shouldn't have seen.
Fan Xian said calmly, "I trust you. To be precise, many of my things are based on my trust in you."
Wang Qinian understood what this sentence meant. Mr. Fan met himself when he first entered Beijing, and based on this, he began to form the Qi Nian group, which spread from the group, and gradually controlled the Overwatch Council in his hands.
And I am undoubtedly the person in the world who knows the most secrets of Mr. Fan, such as the night after the poem was chanted in front of the palace, the key...
The next day, news came that there was an assassin in the palace. Of course Wang Qinian knew who the assassin was. As for the key, well...it must be used to open something.
So Fan Xian never killed himself to silence him. Wang Qinian was a little surprised and moved. It was really that kind of touch. There was a kind of urge in his heart called a scholar to die for his confidant. Obviously, this kind of urge was for him who was over forty years old. It was very dangerous and not worth it, but he still kept this beautiful feeling in his heart.
There were two night owls chirping from downstairs. Fan Xian listened attentively, and after confirming that he was clean, he gestured to Wang Qinian beside him.
A sense of fear flashed in Wang Qinian's eyes, because he had vaguely heard of that legend, and also knew the relationship between that legend and Master Xiao Fan's mother.
He knew that his life had been completely entrusted to Mr. Fan from today. This was mutual trust, and this kind of trust itself was terrifying and fatal.
With a flip of his palm, he slid down from under the gatehouse. The sliding posture was weird and funny, like a big praying mantis with long arms and long legs, but silently, it fell to the ground in a short while. Walked to the middle of the street, squatted down, checked the aura of the pretender, confirmed that he was still alive, and gestured to the air.
Naturally, this gesture was intended for Fan Xian. Fan Xian couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. Old Wang really has two brushes, and his lightness skills are in his hands. No wonder he has been active in the north for a year. The guy got a clue.
The pretender who was injured by Yan Xiaoyi Xianyi was the double that Fan Xian carried with him at any time when he was an envoy to Northern Qi. This double helped him a lot back then, so he naturally used it to lure the enemy today.
There were a few more strange birds chirping from downstairs, and a few spies in black lotus clothes came over, took the carriage from Fan's mansion, and picked up Wang Qinian and the stand-in. It was so quiet and natural. At this moment, the clouds in the sky gathered again, the clear light disappeared, and Kyoto sank into darkness again.
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Before dawn, when it was darkest, the snowflakes started again. Fan Xian came to a shop in the west of the city alone. All the houses were still sleeping, and the shops hadn't started making preparations. Even the earliest noodle stalls hadn't started making preparations yet. Xunzi, only this shop has been opened, using the tempting bean fragrance inside to dispel the darkness before dawn, waiting for the dawn to come.
Under the snowflakes, Fan Xian was sitting on a small table outside the shop, holding a bowl of bean curd in his hand and drinking slowly. The bean curd tasted good, not too scumy, not too much bean flavor, and it was fragrant, even better than bland bean curd. Zhou Dong'er did even better.
This is a natural reason, because this tofu shop is the most famous one in Kyoto, and it is the first business run by the young master of Sinanbo's mansion after he entered Beijing.
This tofu shop is Fan Xian's own.
Fan Xian drank the bean curd slowly, his face was calm, but he smiled wryly in his heart. He was really a useless second-generation ancestor after being reborn for twenty years. He did not bring any change to this world at all. The biggest change... probably Is this how tofu is made
My mother is so capable and amazing. In those short years, she rushed to finish all the things she could do. So what can I do for myself
Like all those powerful officials in history, playing tricks, enjoying wealth, and not caring about the life and death of the inferiors, just spent a lifetime like this
Just as he thought about it before, Fan Xian's face gradually became worried, and he always felt that there was a big longing in his heart, but he still couldn't grasp what that longing was.
He was a little irritable and depressed, thinking of the incident on the street and the longbow carried behind Yan Xiaoyi's back, his mood sank.
"****..." Fan Xian cursed in a soft voice and a gentle manner.
There is fog tonight, which is actually not good. Although this is the environment that the shadow has already judged, he did not expect Yan Xiaoyi's mind to be so strong that he can accurately judge where he is without fear of layers of fog. s position.
What's more, the medicine hidden in the mist seems to have no effect on this peerless powerhouse of the ninth rank. The true energy is so deep that the general medicine is indeed of little use. Fan Xian laughed at himself. Nothing is perfect, the tasteless white mist is indeed much less effective.
But even so, Fan Xian would still have the courage to try to kill Yan Xiaoyi in the environment that was so hard to create tonight.
He is not the emperor, his self-confidence comes from his own strength and better luck than the world, not as inexplicable as the emperor. So he is used to taking the first shot and removing all powerful people who might threaten him. Yan Xiaoyi is naturally the one who bears the brunt.
If there is a big turmoil in the Qing Dynasty in the future, Fan Xian always insists that being able to weaken the opponent's strength by a bit is a very good thing for his side. Yan Xiaoyi is not in the army, but in Beijing, and he made the first move, this is the perfect opportunity. If you let the other party return to Zhengbei's camp, and then want to kill the other party, it is tantamount to nonsense.
So Fan Xian sat on the table at this time, feeling very defeated and very angry.
Why did old eunuch Hong come out to break the situation!
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Fan Xian's right hand holding the bowl trembled a little. He frowned and dropped the bowl in his hand to the ground. The porcelain bowl broke into countless pieces. He seldom showed such uncontrollable anger. It can be seen that the sudden appearance of old eunuch Hong today really annoyed him to the extreme.
"Why?" He frowned deeply, and he still couldn't figure it out. The old eunuch Hong's departure from the palace was obviously either the emperor's intention or the empress dowager's intention. ? Haven't they seen the current situation clearly? If he could kill Yan Xiaoyi and wipe out the power of the second child, the eldest princess would become weaker and weaker, which would calm down the situation of the entire royal family.
That somewhat terrifying fluctuation may gradually calm down.
The emperor was clearly aware of this, so why did he nod and let the old supervisor Hong come forward to stop the match between himself and Yan Xiaoyi? Could it be that the emperor is a lunatic who just likes his sister's step-by-step path of rebellion
Masochist
Fan Xian thought with some annoyance, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips, it seems that the emperor's house is really a bunch of perverts, and they think this world is too busy.
But... isn't the emperor afraid... that he will be kicked off the dragon chair? The series of questions, the question that troubled Fan Xian for a long time, made his expression a little ugly. What was the emperor thinking
Only he knew what the emperor was thinking, and so did Chen Pingping. As Chen Pingping said in the past, what kind of position a person stands in will determine what kind of vision he will have, and he will make judgments and choices that fit this position.
Today's capital of the Qing Kingdom is still in the fermentation stage, and Fan Xian wants to take the risk of stopping this process, lest the dough suddenly swell in the future, and today's appointment of Grand Priest Hong clearly shows that the emperor doesn't need Fan Xian to worry about it.
So Fan Xian was very distressed.
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The first box of fresh tofu was brought out, and it was still steaming. The clerk in the tofu shop scooped up two bowls respectfully, and put white sugar, mustard shreds, and sesame oil onion and soy sauce on it...sweet and salty. The taste was sent to the small table, and then returned.
Everyone in the tofu shop knows about Mr. Fan's weird habit. The owner doesn't leave the tofu shop alone because he can't make much money, but he never comes here during the day, only every once or two In the early morning, I ordered two bowls of tofu when it was darkest in the morning. Not many people know about Fan Xian's hobby.
Fan Xian was very tired tonight, feeling exhausted physically and mentally. He used a porcelain spoon to randomly pick up a bowl of tofu, and took a bite into his lips. Shaved ice, a term that he had forgotten for a long time, felt better. He shaved a few mouthfuls, and it seemed that he made up a lot of energy in a flash.
There was another bowl, but he didn't move it.
Three carriages broke the tranquility of the capital, and slowly drove to the front of the tofu shop. The swordsmen on the front and rear two carriages jumped out of the carriages, watched all directions vigilantly, and set up defenses.
Yan Bingyun lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage in the middle. After a busy night, Fan Xian's brain was obviously very tired, and there was a trace of haggardness on his pale face.
He walked to Fan Xian's table, obviously a little surprised that Fan Xian would eat tofu here alone.
Fan Xian nodded, motioning for him to sit down, and at the same time pushed the bowl of tofu mixed with shallots and mustard shreds over.
Yan Bingyun didn't eat, took out the file from his arms, and began to explain tonight's situation in a low voice. When he heard that the people to be killed and those to be arrested were basically in place, Fan Xian nodded in satisfaction.
"Huang Yi is not dead." Yan Bingyun glanced at him.
Fan Xian raised his head and asked, "What's going on?"
"The poison under the nail is very strong, but it seems that there are masters in detoxification in Princess Befu..." Yan Bingyun said: "So Huang Yi saved his life."
Huang Yi is the counselor of the princess's mansion. Although he has not caused any harm to Fan Xian and has not shown any superiority, since Fan Xian made a move, he must remove all potential threats. So Huang Yi is also part of tonight's plan.
Fan Xian didn't like the hostages being captured because of his momentary soft-heartedness in the years to come.
"Not a master of detoxification." Fan Xian shook his head: "I am very familiar with the methods of the three senior brothers. The poison master in Dongyi City is different from our faction... It seems that the princess's infiltration in the Overwatch Council was very serious. It works, besides the dead Zhu Ge, I also prepared a lot of antidote pills."
Yan Bingyun said: "The nail buried in Princess Befu has not been exposed yet, I made my own decision and let him withdraw."
"Very good." Fan Xian nodded approvingly, "You can make up your own mind on these matters. Don't let the people below take unnecessary risks. It's best to live."
Having said that, Fan Xian knew in his heart that this was his second failure tonight.
Yan Bingyun opened his mouth again and said, "The one you want to give a confession is dead."
Fan Xian looked up at him, knowing that he was talking about the only survivor in the valley sniper, the private army of the Qin family. There has been no clues or evidence for the valley sniper case. In the Yuantian Prison, there are seven places and three places supporting them at the same time, so it is impossible to die like this.
He forcibly suppressed the strange emotion in his heart, looked at Yan Bingyun with a half-smile, and miraculously did not lose his temper.
"Eunuch Hong came just now." Fan Xian said to Yan Bingyun, "What do you think?"
Yan Bingyun was slightly startled, and after a while he said softly: "First, master feels that you have crossed the line tonight. Second, whether he dies or you die, it's not what master wants to see."
"Don't talk about master, I'll think of the old cripple's hateful tone." Fan Xian said with a frown.
Yan Bingyun smiled, and then asked: "Although it was something His Majesty nodded, but you took the opportunity to make such a big fuss tonight, and at the court meeting tomorrow, this court will definitely be attacked by all the ministers." I'm afraid that Senior Scholars Shu and Senior Scholars Hu will both speak, Lord... Your Majesty will show a certain attitude under this kind of pressure, you'd better be fully prepared."
"What are you afraid of?" Fan Xian glanced at Young Master Xiaoyan's pale face, and said mockingly, "Your Majesty has long wanted to curtail the power of the Overwatch Council. Doesn't this give him a good chance? If I didn't know this, I would have lost my life tonight." And I won't be in a hurry to attack everywhere... Before cutting power, I always wipe out some enemies."
With a crisp sound, he threw the spoon into the cool porcelain bowl, and said with a frosty face, "I didn't accomplish any of the things I really wanted to accomplish tonight. It's really a big loss."
Yan Bingyun said: "In a few hours, there will be the Grand Court Assembly. You have to report to the court today, so be prepared to be reprimanded by His Majesty."
Fan Xian closed his eyes, and said slowly: "A few days ago, His Majesty let you young officials into the palace, and the meaning expressed was very clear, but how could those old fellows be willing to step aside? Tonight, the Overwatch Council will conduct a sweeping investigation, even if we will He will be punished, but those unclean ones will have to retreat a few... His Majesty will be able to deploy people if the imperial court makes room for it. We are doing things for His Majesty, and he will always accept our favor."
Yan Bingyun frowned slightly, still having a hard time adapting to Fan Xian's daring to call the Emperor His Majesty like that, and was a little displeased, so he could only maintain a proper silence.
Fan Xian was too lazy to look at his face, and said softly to himself: "Tonight's business is almost over, I just feel a little regretful that the family I have been waiting for has never made a move."
Yan Bingyun knew which family he was talking about, but pretended not to know. He hesitated for a while, and then smiled bitterly: "You don't think it's lively enough? You don't have anyone around you right now, so you should always pay attention to safety." .”
Fan Xian glanced at the Swordsman of the Overwatch Council scattered around, shook his head and said, "I'm different from you, you have to take these people with you, I...whether you bring them or not, the difference is not that big."
"If you bring someone with you, how dare those people do it? They are a group of cowards who only know how to kill in secret." Fan Xian said sarcastically, "I sat alone in this shop for half an hour, but no one dared to come. , it made me look down on the so-called iron-blooded military."
Yan Bingyun shook his head and was speechless. Fan Xian looked back at an alley in the dark, tapped the table next to the tofu bowl with his finger, and said, "Eat it, it won't taste good if it's cold."
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In an alley some distance away from Fan's Tofu Shop, there were seven people in night clothes carrying corpses onto the carriage. Blood dripped slowly from the carriage and landed on the snow, giving off a faint stench.
The three corpses were cut into more than ten large pieces of flesh, obviously caused by the terrifying damage of the long knife. The leader of the seven night walkers took the seat of the coachman, glanced at the faint lights of the tofu shop in the distance, rubbed the itchy calluses on the tiger's mouth with the rein, grinned, and said softly: "Master!" , eat slowly." (, If you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support the original!)