The dignified envoy of the Privy Council of Qing Dynasty, the first person in the military under His Majesty, Marshal Ye Zhong personally led the elite soldiers to the Taiping other courtyard, and was responsible for suppressing and monitoring Fan Xian. It has to be said that the Qing court and the imperial palace have maintained extremely high respect and vigilance towards Fan Xian, and this respect and vigilance are manifested in strength.
Fan Xian's complexion was haggard and slightly pale, and traces of muddy color stood out on his handsome face. They should be branded by the mixture of rainwater and dust from thousands of miles away. He looked at Ye Chong's slightly cold eyes on the horse, but his whole person seemed a little dull and indifferent, as if he hadn't seen Ye Zhong himself and the thousands of cavalry in full armor.
People whose strength has reached the level of Fan Xian and Ye Zhong naturally know that on the plains, no matter how powerful a master is, they will not be able to escape the pursuit of thousands of elite cavalry, except that they have already advanced to the realm of Grand Master, but this place is still in the capital. On the outskirts of the city, dense forests and Qinghe houses are still densely packed. If Fan Xianruo really gave up everything in the capital, he turned around like a giant bird and fled to the forest. I'm afraid these thousands of elite soldiers really won't be able to catch him for a while.
It's just that His Majesty the Emperor ordered Ye Zhong to personally lead the troops to deal with this matter. Naturally, he also thought of this. Among the thousands of elite cavalry, there are many military masters. The most important thing is to be able to confront Fan Xian head-on. Ye Zhong, who resisted stubbornly, was one of the very few strong men in the Qing Kingdom who stood above the ninth rank.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Zhong who was on the horse, and suddenly his heart moved slightly. He thought of another thing, and couldn't help laughing at himself.
In the first three kingdoms of the world, with the number of ninth-rank masters, of course Dongyi City had the most, but Qing Kingdom conquered the world with swords and horses, and masters also emerged in endlessly, especially the most powerful people between the seventh and eighth ranks, and those who advanced to the ninth rank The strong ones, when carefully calculated in the capital, there were also several people.
However, all of this has become history, and the Tiger Guards who gathered at most seventh and eighth-rank masters sacrificed the fierce sword in Dongyi City because Emperor Qing was wary of the former Hubu Shangshu Fan Jian. As for the strong men in the military, they were all killed and injured in the Kyoto rebellion three years ago, especially Qin Ye and his son, who all died before the palace. The Great Sacrifice and the Second Sacrifice...
Because of His Majesty's strategies and suspicions, Qing's top masters were unknowingly decreasing, and now there was a huge gap, so that now, in order to suppress Fan Xian, a figure on the ninth rank, there was no way to suppress Fan Xian. People can be sent, but Ye Zhong, the number one man in the military, must be sent in person.
"Young master can still laugh, which surprises me very much." Ye Zhong had already calmed down the chill in his eyes, and said calmly.
"I'm just thinking about a question. If you and Gong Dian are dead, what trustworthy strongman will His Majesty have by his side?" Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice with the corners of his lips slightly curled up.
Ye Zhong's heart trembled slightly. He knew that Fan Xian could see the flaws in the military force of the Qing Kingdom at a glance. His Royal Highness's old subordinates of Zhengxi Army were all tiger and wolf troops on the battlefield. However, when it comes to a small group of elites led by a strong leader to hedge head-on, it is no longer difficult for the Qing Kingdom to find a master worthy of relying on.
"All the powerful people in the world are in my hands." Fan Xian looked at Ye Zhong and said slowly, "I don't care what His Majesty's order to you was, I only know that if you don't immediately withdraw the reprimand Hou and the cavalry, there will definitely be many scenes that you don't want to see."
All the strong men in the world are in my hands, what an arrogant sentence this is. Is the land of the world the land of the king, the ministers of the world, and the ministers of the king? Emperor Qing, as the most powerful emperor in the world, should have the loyalty of the most powerful people in the world, but time has changed, whether it is luck or coincidence, Ye Zhongdu had to admit that most of the truly powerful masters in the world had already fallen into Fan Xian's hands.
Although Ye Zhong didn't know the truth about the assassination in the Hanging Temple, the previous scene in the court made him sure that the real masters in the Overwatch Council, such as the mysterious director of the Sixth Division, the legendary Sigu Jian's younger brother Ying Ying, must have But Fan Xian's orders follow suit.
The most important thing is the thirteen sword hut disciples, besides Yun Zhilan, who has become the lord of Dongyi City, there are eleven ninth-rank disciples.
"Your Majesty has no definite orders for the young prince." Ye Zhong said in a deep voice: "But those black cavalry and an official who came out of Beijing with you... violated the Qing law and conspired against you. Do you think the imperial court will keep them life?"
"I want to save their lives." Fan Xian lowered his head wearily, feeling that it was a bit tiring negotiating with Ye Zhong here, and said slowly, "You are a smart person, so you naturally know what to do. Your Majesty is now in a rage. … I heard that he was also injured, so I'm afraid it's not very wise to make a decree at this time."
"It is very difficult for me to control my emotions. I don't think you are willing to really drive me crazy. Once I go crazy, I will treat you, me, the officials and people of the Daqing Dynasty, and even the man in the palace. , there is no benefit." Fan Xian bent his body, shook his head and said, "You know what my bottom line is, from the old cripple to me, the style of my Overwatch Council is to protect weaknesses, that is, not to allow my own people to be abused. harm."
"I understand, but this is against the decree..." Ye Zhong looked at Fan Xian's messy hair on his forehead quietly, "I am a subject of the Qing Kingdom, and I have the obligation to arrest and kill all law-breaking and rebellious officials."
"Don't say such useless words." Fan Xian waved his hand wearily, "There is no one else around at this time. If you want to keep the state army safe for a thousand years, you'd better make a decision quickly."
Ye Zhong and Fan Xian were standing far in front of the cavalry at this time. No one could hear their conversation. Even Yan Bingyun, who had been following Fan Xian, stood quietly beside the black carriage without getting on. forward.
Ye Zhong thought for a long time in silence, and said, "Even if I let them go at this time, the black knights under your command have exhausted their spirits to the extreme. Your Highness, the garrisons of the states and counties along the road..."
At this point, Ye Zhong suddenly paused, and sighed in his heart. Knowing the inside story, he naturally knew the court's arrangements these days. According to the information, it was clear that Fan Xian was far away from Yanjing a few days ago. Besides, who would have thought that he would rush back to Kyoto today. As soon as he thought of this, the strong man of the Qing army couldn't help but feel shocked. He couldn't figure out how Fan Xian flew across the Qianli Pass Mountain and rushed back to the capital with those hundreds of black horsemen. .
"As long as you don't take action yourself, those state troops will not be able to stop me." Fan Xiansha said in a voice, "As long as I am willing to go with you, His Majesty will not be angry with you for letting go."
After Ye Zhong was silent for a long time, he suddenly said, "That's right, as long as you are willing to return to Beijing, His Majesty's anger will be greatly reduced."
"Look, isn't this a very simple matter?" After Fan Xian said this with a blank face, he turned his head and walked away. He walked directly into the black carriage that Yan Bingyun was carrying and put the curtains on it. , closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
The carriage jolted slightly, and began to move along the official road. Thousands of elite cavalrymen from the Qing Dynasty seemed to be escorting them, and they seemed to be guarding them, following the black carriage and slowly moving towards the capital.
Entering Zhengyangmen again, and walking on the quiet and austere street, Fan Xian, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the carriage, suddenly asked, "Are you going to enter the palace?"
"No." Ye Zhong rode on the horse, straightened his not-so-tall body, and calmly replied: "Your Majesty didn't issue an order, but you are not allowed to leave the capital."
"Very good, then I'll go home." Fan Xian closed his eyes again, and said softly. Yan Bingyun, who was in charge of driving the carriage, looked slightly condensed, pulled the rope, and followed the side road at Yanshikou towards Nancheng. drive away.
Some figures in the surrounding darkness followed the black carriage closely, and Ye Zhong's cavalry team also chased after it, but Ye Zhong himself was stationed at the street corner, and did not move.
There are already pedestrians on the street. Although the scene of the execution ground in the autumn rain has been widely circulated among the people, it is a distant event after all, and it does not really affect the lives of the people. Therefore, life in the capital follows After an autumn rain, it returned to normal.
Those passers-by who were walking on the side of the road under the eaves had already been driven to both sides of the street by the sergeants. They looked at this scene blankly, looked at the black carriages surrounded by the sergeants, and easily guessed that the carriage was inside. The real identity of the big man, nervousness, excitement, puzzlement, and worry flashed across his eyes for a moment.
Ye Zhong stood on the horse, watching the black carriage slowly drive away towards Nancheng with an indifferent face, feeling extremely heavy in his heart. Logically speaking, the purpose of capturing Fan Xian back to the capital and strictly prohibiting him from leaving the capital has already been fulfilled, but he still can't relax. After chasing down those black cavalry who roamed across the fertile fields of the Qing Kingdom and those officials of the Overwatch Council who dared to resist His Majesty's will, after entering the palace for a while, he didn't know what kind of ferocious anger would be greeted by His Majesty, which weighed heavily on his heart. The cold, hard and heavy stone was the demeanor that Fan Xian showed along the way.
Ye Chong knew that it was not he who brought Fan Xian back to the capital, but Fan Xian followed him back to the capital. What chilled him was that Fan Xian had no intention of entering the palace to meet His Majesty at all. Whether Fan Xian accused His Majesty angrily or explained something to His Majesty, it was actually more comforting than Fan Xian's indifference at this time.
That kind of indifference actually implied anger towards His Majesty, a suppressed chill, and a disregard for imperial power. Ye Chong didn't know why Fan Xian had the guts to do this, but he was clear that the cold war between His Majesty and Fan Xian had just begun from this moment.
His Majesty, who was recovering from his wounds, might be waiting for his illegitimate son to come into the palace to explain something and rant, but Fan Xian... let His Majesty's hopes and predictions all fall into vain.
Ye Zhong lowered his head slowly, thinking of Fan Xian's calm and powerful words outside the Taiping Courtyard earlier, he couldn't help shaking his head sadly. He was forced to make concessions under Fan Xian's indifferent persecution, which proved that Fan Xian already possessed the strength to confront the Qing army's forces head-on. , many more variables.
Ye Chong could even guess what His Majesty and Fan Xian were thinking. His Majesty would never take the initiative to send an order for Fan Xian to enter the palace. He would wait for Fan Xian to take the initiative to enter the palace, but Fan Xian would never take the initiative to enter the palace. Wait for the man on the dragon chair to speak first.
This is the so-called contest of attitude, heart, and will. The basis of this contest lies in the comparison of the strengths of the two sides, and more importantly, in the extremely strong and cold hearts of both sides, who will beat first.
Ye Zhong took a deep breath, and the expression on his face returned to solemn and calm again. He clamped his horse's belly and prepared to return to the palace. As for the war between father and son, he, as a subject, could not intervene. The reason why he intervened was because of His Majesty's will, and it was obvious that His Majesty's attitude towards Fan Xian, an illegitimate son, was completely different compared to those of the other sons.
As the head of Qing's military, Ye Zhong only hoped that this war would end peacefully, or...as soon as possible, not like the autumn rain in the past two days, which was always cold and disturbing.
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The carriage stopped at the gate of Fan Mansion in Nancheng, and the street was quiet. The two rain-soaked stone lions at the gate of the mansion stared angrily at the people passing by. The closed door was opened immediately, and several mansion guards with knives rushed out and stood under the carriage.
Fan Xian got off the carriage, didn't look at Yan Bingyun on the shaft, just glanced at the surrounding environment lightly, and easily saw that there were many shadows staring at him, probably all of them were sent from the palace. The manpower is nothing more than the group of people raised by the Thirteen Yamen or Dali Temple.
And the spies of the Overwatch Council on the street farther away were still there, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips. In terms of surveillance, the entire imperial court combined may not necessarily be the opponent of the Overwatch Council. The spies he had mastered were still in his hands and had not yet been mastered by the emperor.
He walked up the steps. Yan Bingyun sat on the shaft and sighed. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a sentence.
"I probably won't be able to take care of that yard for long." Fan Xian didn't look back, half of his arm was supported by a daughter-in-law, and he said exhaustedly with a hint of self-mockery: "I didn't take care of it for too long, but I hope you don't." To repeat the mistakes I made before, the reason why our Overwatch Council is monolithic is not because of clear rewards and punishments, but because of... protecting our weaknesses."
"It is estimated that many people have already been imprisoned, and these old guys will no longer be able to stay in the position of the Eighth Division in the future." His back slowly straightened, "If you take the official position, you will be taken away, but you have to ensure that they If you can live, if even they are dead, no matter how you maintain this broken yard, it will be meaningless, understand?"
Yan Bingyun was silent for a moment, then nodded, regardless of whether Fan Xian could see it or not. Fan Xian sighed, and with the support of his daughter-in-law, he stepped into the high threshold of Fan Mansion.
As soon as he entered Fan's mansion, a familiar aura came over his face, enveloping Fan Xian's tired body and making him sleepy. This is probably the effect of the so-called home. However, Fan Xian forcibly stood up straight and walked on the stone path, even leaving the support of the daughter-in-law.
There are dark toon buried all around the mansion, and there are guards walking solemnly, everything is in order, full of chilling intent. This is the tradition of the Fan Mansion. No matter how stormy the outside is, there are always no major loopholes inside. When the capital rebelled three years ago, the Fan Mansion was fully prepared, and today the Fan Mansion is ready again.
This tradition was a rule that had been established since his father was around. No matter how chaotic the capital was, it would take at least a strong attack of hundreds of soldiers to drag the Fan Mansion into trouble. Fan Xian looked at all this with satisfaction, knowing that Wan'er had made sufficient preparations, so he had to maintain his strength, and let everyone in the Fan Mansion, who had himself as the backbone, know that their young master hadn't fallen yet.
Walking through the flower garden and coming to the back garden, he saw that gentle woman at the door of the flower hall. Fan Xian looked at her and smiled very reluctantly, and said, "I'm back."
The mist in Lin Wan'er's eyes was gradually forming, but she suppressed it forcibly. She had just returned from the palace, so she took a few steps forward, grabbed Fan Xian's cold hand, and said with a sweet smile, "Come back!" That's good, let's get some sleep first, probably haven't slept for several days."
"I haven't closed my eyes for six days, and I didn't expect that I would be able to hold on." Fan Xian felt a little pain in his heart, forced a smile, put the weight of his body on his wife's shoulders, walked towards the bedroom, and said in a warm voice as he walked. : "It must have been hard for you these two days."
"It's not bitter." Lin Wan'er helped him into the bedroom, but found that there was some blood on his palms, and her heart darkened, but she didn't dare to say anything, she just let him sit down by the bed, and then ordered the servant to call the hot dog immediately. He washed his face with water, and put the brass basin for washing his feet under his feet.
Lin Wan'er sat on a small stool and took off his shoes and socks for him. Only then did she realize that after several days of hard work, even though she was riding a horse, Fan Xian's feet and shoes seemed to be connected together, especially when riding a horse. There was an extremely deep bloodstain on the sole of the foot.
Lin Wan'er felt sore, and carefully put Fan Xian's feet into the hot water basin. Fan Xian sighed, but he didn't know whether it was too comfortable or too sad.
"The yard is full of people, so there is no way to go in." Lin Wan'er lowered her head, rubbing her feet gently, and said softly. The yard in this sentence naturally refers to the square and gloomy building of the Overwatch Council. architecture.
"When I left Beijing earlier, a certain bold guy followed me out of the city." Fan Xian looked at the top of his wife's head and smiled gently: "I know it was you who got the wind, I have already arranged for them to leave, you Don't worry, as for the courtyard, at least for now, His Majesty will certainly not allow me to contact you."
Lin Wan'er's hands froze slightly. On the one hand, she was worried about Fan Xian, but on the other hand, she was thinking about whether or not to talk about that matter. After a while, she lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "My sister entered the palace yesterday to heal His Majesty's wounds, and has been... did not return."
"It's normal." Fan Xian had already heard the news from Yan Bingyun's mouth, and said calmly, "Your Majesty always grabs people tightly. Only the old cripple is not caught by him, so he changed in the end. as it is today."
Speaking of Chen Pingping, Fan Xian's face darkened. In fact, Chen Pingping's only seven inches in this life was Fan Xian, but this old cripple still split Fan Xian apart in such a deadlock, making it impossible for His Majesty to catch him, only to enter into a deadlock in the end.
After saying this, Fan Xian fell asleep with his feet in the water basin, his head lowered on his chest, and fell into a deep sleep. After not sleeping for a long time, he finally relaxed in front of his wife, with a smile on his face. A trace of inescapable sadness fell asleep.
Lin Wan'er gently stopped the movement of her hands, looking at that haggard and sad face, somehow sadness came from it, and a few tears rolled down. She looked at Fan Xian and thought to herself, when did that bright young man become so pitiful
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Fan Xian slept for a full day and night. When he woke up leisurely, he found that it was dusk again. The dim twilight came in from the window, covering all the familiar things in the room. Strange halo.
Wan'er's voice came faintly from outside the window, as if she was telling the people what to do. Fan Xian didn't want to disturb her, he still lay quietly in the warm thin quilt, he didn't want to get up, maybe he knew that once he got out of the soft quilt, he would have to face what had happened and what was about to happen.
He turned his eyes slightly, saw a towel laying beside the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled it over, gently wiped the dirt from the corners of his eyes, then looked at himself, and found that his body was refreshed, it seemed that he was asleep, Wan'er wiped her body for herself.
These two simple actions caused him to feel unbearable pain all over his body. The running of thousands of miles, the fierce fighting, and the deep-seated grief really made him weak to the extreme. It is definitely not a simple sleep to recover of.
Fan Xian lay quietly on the bed, slowly mobilizing the two strands of true energy in his body, especially the natural method of Tianyi, recovering his vitality, staring directly at the embroidered roof with intricate patterns, secretly thinking about the Man, what are you thinking at this time
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