Very subtle footsteps sounded in the courtyard outside the door, the sound was extremely weak, especially the vegetable market at the end of the alley was still bustling, and it was going to be lively until dusk, so these faint footsteps were likely to be covered by the faint sound of bargaining .
However, these faint footsteps fell on Fan Xian's ears very clearly. He squinted his eyes and listened to the movement outside. He subconsciously bent his middle finger and ring finger twice, only to realize that his black dagger had long since been left behind. Falling in the autumn rain in front of the palace, he didn't know where he was at this time, but he was still calm, and still had full confidence to subdue the outsiders with a single blow.
Holding the dagger tightly, Hong Yiqing crouched carefully and silently behind the door, held his breath, and looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer. The figure walked to the door strangely, then knocked lightly twice, and heard With the rhythmic knock on the door, Hong Yiqing's expression obviously relaxed, because this kind of code is the identification within the Qi Nian group.
Fan Xian didn't relax, because he wasn't completely sure whether the Qi Nian group had been infiltrated by the imperial court, or whether it had already touched the periphery. After all, based on the events in Dazhou and the existence of Gundam, the emperor in the palace paid much more attention to intelligence than Fan Xian and even Chen Pingping thought, and the inner court must have hidden many loyalists in the Overwatch Council. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult for Yan Bingyun to control that gloomy courtyard within these seven days.
"It's me." The figure outside the door seemed to know that there was someone in the house, and said in a hoarse voice.
Hearing this voice, Hong Yiqing didn't recognize who it was, but Fan Xian's expression immediately changed, some were joyful, some were sad, some were surprised.
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a strange face and wearing the clothes of a vegetable farmer in the suburbs of Kyoto walked in.
"Boss Wang?" Hong Yiqing lowered his voice, looked at the person coming in disbelief, and identified the other person's identity from the familiar gentle smile in those eyes. After all, he was picked into the group by Wang Qinian himself. Wang Qinian is still quite familiar with it, but... In the hearts of most officials of the Overwatch Council, Wang Qinian died three years ago because of the Dadongshan Rebellion, why did he appear alive in front of him today
After disguised, Wang Qinian patted Hong Yiqing's shoulder, then calmed down, and very seriously forced Fan Xian, who was standing behind the table, to salute deeply.
"Let's talk about it another day. There is always time to see you again. Let's get down to business." Fan Xian laughed and threw the knife in his hand to Hong Yiqing. At this moment, Hong Yiqing's face was still undecided, but he also knew the urgency of the matter, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. He bowed to the two of them separately, and then went to the grassland in the west to find the person named Songzhi Xianling. figure.
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Fan Xian came out from behind the table, walked up to Wang Qinian, looked at him quietly for a moment, then hugged him, patted his back vigorously, then stood up straight and looked at him easily. After leaving Wang Qinian's disguise, he still couldn't hide his exhaustion.
Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian, and Wang Qinian also looked at him. The two of them didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, Fan Xian sighed and said, "It's been a long time."
On the way back to Beijing in Dongyi City, Wang Qinian desperately stopped the cavalry of the Overwatch Council and informed Fan Xian of the shocking news. At that time, the two of them had no time to say or sigh at all, so Fan Xian got up and cried. Break out of Kyoto to rescue Chen Pingping.
Calculating carefully, it was exactly eight days since Fan Xian returned to Beijing, and Wang Qinian rushed back to Kyoto again. Before that, Wang Qinian had already made a difficult flight from Dazhou to the northeast. Wang Qinian, who was no longer young, was exhausted to the extreme. Even though he was one of the wings of the Overwatch Council, he was almost unable to hold on at this time.
Fan Xian helped him to the chair and sat down. After a moment of silence, he said, "Where have you been these past few years?" Under the arrangement, Wang Qinian and his family, who had fled from Dadongshan, kept their identities incognito. For the safety of the old Wang's family, Fan Xian only gave up the job after a brief investigation. During these three years, Fan Xian often thought of him, his closest subordinate, the lovely old king who knew the most secrets about him.
"Actually, I haven't been out of Beijing. I've been by the dean's side all the time. I've been looking at you, my lord. I know you're doing well. That's fine." They haven't seen each other for three years, and they didn't feel the slightest alienation. Wang Qinian said in a rough voice .
After a long silence, Fan Xian said, "I... came back late."
This was about Chen Pingping. Wang Qinian lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, then said in a deep voice, "I reported it too late."
In fact, the two of them have tried their best, but there is still no way to change what happened, a faint sadness and self-blame filled the room.
"How are you at home?"
"Okay, the court should not be able to find out."
"That's good, come back to me."
"good."
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After such an extremely natural exchange, Fan Xian's heart, which had been cold for a long time, was rarely warmed up, and he asked softly, "You were asked to follow the brigade to Dongyi City, why did you come back?"
"The 4,500 Black Riders have already entered Dongyi City. One of the roads should start at this time to Shijia Village. The dean's explanation has been completed, so I rushed back. It was only delayed for two days, so I took it easy. "Wang Qinian said: "Jing Ge, that old man from the Seventh Division, and Zong Zhui are all on that road, and the most powerful force left by the dean will be concentrated in Shijia Village."
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, then smiled with a complicated face and said, "Unexpectedly, the matter of Shijia Village has not been hidden from him."
"The dean can always know what he wants to know." Wang Qinian said.
"Let's not talk about that." Fan Xian sighed: "With you by my side, many things are much easier to do, at least like today, why would it take me seven days to get out of that net. "
After narrating a few words, Wang Qinian clearly understood what happened in the capital recently, and he couldn't help sighing quietly: "If the Overwatch Council is still in hand, it will be much more convenient to do things."
Now Fan Xian can really believe that the people who can be used, besides the Qi Nian team, are those cronies and subordinates all over the world. However, the headquarters of the Overwatch Council has gradually begun to fall apart, especially Yan Bingyun and his son who have controlled the four for generations. In the long run, the influence of Fan Xian and those old courtiers in the courtyard will become weaker and weaker.
"After all, this world is still His Majesty's world. Even at the beginning, the officials in the courtyard felt sorry for the dean's experience, but as time passed, they must accept this reality. Loyal to the emperor and patriotic..." Fan Xian's lips curled up slightly, Only in front of very few people would he show his contempt and disdain for the imperial power, "How many people dare to confront that chair?"
"Master Yan is not that kind of person." Wang Qinian said in a hoarse voice. The Lord Yan in this sentence naturally refers to Yan Ruohai, "I don't understand what Yan Bingyun is thinking."
"The dean has an account for him." Fan Xian said with his eyes closed slightly: "The dean does not want the world to shed blood because of him, and he has tried every means to ensure the continuation of the power in my hand, to separate me from him, if I... like He wants to behave like that, and in a few years, I will get up again, and at that time... His Majesty may also be old."
Yes, this is Chen Pingping's wish, and the appearance of this wish is in line with Yan Bingyun's attitude that the world is the most important thing he recognizes, so Yan Bingyun is very calm and persistent in following Chen Pingping's arrangement down.
Next, it depends on Fan Xian's attitude.
"Yan Bingyun will not see the Overwatch Council become a machine for my revenge, and public weapons cannot be used for nothing. This is probably a very advanced concept." Fan Xian said calmly: "However, he forgot that the world belongs to His Majesty. One family, all officials and military force are His Majesty's private weapons."
He laughed slightly and said: "It's a pity that our young master Yan can't understand this. Loyal ministers and rebellious sons are not so easy to be. I hope he can sit more securely in the Overwatch Council in the future."
Wang Qinian could tell that Fan Xian didn't hold much resentment towards Yan Bingyun, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What should I do next?"
"You rest first. Ten thousand years is too long, but you can't just seize the day." Fan Xian stood beside Wang Qinian, gently pressed his sagging shoulders, and said in a harmonious voice, "You are also tired these days." Alright, choose a place in Beijing to stay for a while, probably not many people will be able to find you, and then... I have something for you to do."
With Wang Qinian's ability to track and disappear, even if the imperial court still cast a large net outside Fan's residence, it might not be able to stop him from meeting Fan Xian. With him, although Fan Xian's body was left in the capital, but the words The voice can finally be transmitted, and it is no longer as difficult as it has been in the past seven days.
Wang Qinian already knew the information that Fan Xian sent to the world through the Qi Nian team today, and he did not make any suggestions for this plan. He just didn't know whether Fan Xian wanted to unveil this plan, but said that he was just passively doing it. It is defending, hiding those strengths outside the capital, and waiting for a suitable opportunity to erupt.
"I hope Ziyue can come out of Xiliang alive." Fan Xian frowned slightly, "I planned to let him go back to Beiqi to do this, but I was always a little worried. After all, even if they are willing to follow me, but after all, It's because I'm from Qing Dynasty, even... Maybe in their eyes, I am a member of the royal family, so even if they face His Majesty, they can be justified, but if it is Beiqi... "
He raised his head and looked at Wang Qinian: "If I want to lead you to treason, will you follow me?"
Wang Qinian stood up with a wry smile, and said, "Didn't this kind of thing be done less in the past few years? Even if the adults want to take me to the soil, I have no choice but to go."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "So, I can only rest assured that you will do this matter."
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The two left this small courtyard one after the other. It is destined that no one will come to this small courtyard that cost one hundred and twenty taels of silver for a long time from now on, only the lonely raindrop And lonely spider webs will accompany those smooth papers and cold ink sticks.
A big hat covered Fan Xian's head. Along the muddy road in the vegetable farm, he was dotted with Wang Qinian's unrecognizable figure in the distance. He didn't feel at ease until he lost him at last. On the one hand, it is to confirm that there is no ambush outside the small courtyard, and on the other hand, it is to stabilize his own heart. Even if he and Wang Qinian are lost, who can follow him in this capital
After all this was done, Fan Xian felt a little more relaxed, just like the sky where the autumn rain had finally stopped the day before yesterday. Although the sky had not cleared, there were still faint dark clouds, but after all, they could drift with the wind and leak some clear light into the world. Not blindly heavy and cold.
The affairs of the world will eventually come to an end, and before His Majesty makes a move, Fan Xian must preserve his own strength as much as possible, so that he can have enough strength and weapons in the future showdown... But for some reason, he always He felt that he seemed to have made a mistake somewhere, and that vague vigilance was always tossing and turning in his mind like a cloud, but he couldn't see the shape clearly.
Leaving the vegetable market behind him, leaving behind those lively, ordinary and unbearably harsh voices in the market, Fan Xian walked towards the south city along the radial street from several city gates in Kyoto to the direction of the imperial palace. The business was done. , The staff of the Qi Nian team also withdrew from the capital collectively. He didn't need to worry about anything, even being under house arrest in the mansion was not an unbearable pain.
However, he had to pass the palace on the way, and passed the palace far away. Fan Xian couldn't help but feel pain. He forced himself not to think about the scenes a few days ago, but he couldn't help but start thinking about where his sister was in the palace now. how are you. Although Eunuch Dai said that His Majesty treats Ruoruo like a child, but Ruoruo's current status is a hostage after all, and she knows it well, it must be difficult for her to live in the palace.
This was an understatement by His Majesty the Emperor, but it directly scratched the scroll that Fan Xian had smeared with all his might. It was impossible for Fan Xian to leave the capital because of this.
It was raining, Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, let his hat cover the tiny raindrops, and left silently under the watchful eye of the palace. The place is dense and there are not many people on the street, but he could still hear a few words cursing the weather, presumably endlessly. The autumn rain had just rested for two days and fell again, which made the people in Kyoto very dissatisfied.
Dissatisfaction can also become numb from habit. The rain was not heavy today, and Fan Xian just walked towards the mansion in silence, like a prisoner who was forced to throw himself into a prison. There was really nothing he could do. He thought as he walked, making the most comprehensive comparison between the one in the palace and himself, and finally he put his thoughts on those ascetic monks in sackcloth.
From Chen Pingping's return to Beijing, until he was imprisoned, and until Fan Xian entered the execution ground, those ascetic monks in sackcloth and hats suddenly appeared in the palace, the Overwatch Council, and the execution ground. Although these ascetic monks were powerful, they were not enough to make Fan Xian palpitate. It's just that he couldn't figure it out, and because these ascetic monks were associated with the illusory, but Fan Xian knew that it really existed... the temple.
Qingguo has always maintained a respectful and far-flung attitude towards Shinto, and it is not like the Northern Qi Dynasty that the Heavenly Path has permeated the officialdom and people's livelihood. Especially after the appearance of the mighty Emperor, the status of Qing Temple in the life of the Qing Kingdom took a turn for the worse, and it was completely reduced to accessories and lace. .
Why did these forgotten people appear in Kyoto at this moment, beside His Majesty the Emperor? Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor has completely controlled the Qing Temple? But the death of the chief priest of the Qing Temple was strange, the death of the second priest and the master of the three stones was useless, and more than half of the priests of the Qing Temple on Dadongshan died under His Majesty's anger. Why did these ascetic monks of the Qing Temple completely fall for His Majesty?
Is it true that as Chen Pingping said back then, she vaguely guessed...the emperor back then really had contact with the will of the temple? And it is because of this that these ascetic monks don't remember the enmity of many years, and stand by His Majesty's side, helping him to shine in this world
The rain didn't get heavier, and there was a chance between heaven and earth. When Fan Xian got rid of his thoughts from the drizzle and subconsciously looked up, he saw the Qing Temple not far in front of him.
The whole body is dark, with green eaves hidden, on the side of the desolate and quiet street, it bears the rain from the sky, does not disturb the dust, the Qing Temple with a long wall on the outside and a round tower standing quietly inside.
Fan Xian stared blankly at this elegant building, not knowing what it was like. In this temple, he once passed by the emperor, saw a girl who loved to eat chicken legs under the curtain, and once He had carefully studied the weird murals painted under the eaves, but he hadn't figured out any of the things he really wanted to figure out.
He was supposed to go back to the mansion, but at this moment he subconsciously walked up the steps, walked through the temple door that was rarely closed, and walked directly into the temple. Accompanied by the fine autumn rain, he walked slowly in the temple, and the fatigue and resentment these days had miraculously decreased a lot. I don't know if it was the magical atmosphere of this celebration temple itself. It's still a quiet space here, so quiet that people don't bother to think.
He walked to the back temple naturally, but Fan Xian's figure suddenly froze because he saw an ascetic monk in sackcloth and hat frowning at the entrance of the small building in the back temple. look at yourself.
Fan Xian wanted to retreat, but the ascetic monk spoke at this moment. He was full of admiration when he opened his mouth, and sighed at the raindrops in the sky with his hands together: "God's will has its own fate, Mr. Fan, we have always I wanted to find you, but I didn't expect you to come."
After being seen through, Fan Xian remained unmoved. He looked at the ascetic monk calmly and said softly, "You guys? Why are you looking for me?"
The ascetic monk was holding a bell in his right hand, and he rang it lightly at this time, and the crisp bell immediately penetrated the thin rain and spread throughout the entire Qing Temple. Just like when Fan Xian came to Qing Temple for the first time, there was no incense in this temple. Apart from tourists from various prefectures and counties, probably no one would like to come here, so the Qing Temple is still quiet today, and the clear ringing of the bell did not cause any disturbance. Any change, just attracted... a dozen ascetic monks.
Ascetic monks wearing the same style of sackcloth and very similar old hats came out from all directions of the Qing Temple, and faintly surrounded Fan Xian in the middle, just under the Fangyuan Pagoda.
Fan Xian took a deep breath slowly, and began to slowly lift the two pulses of true energy in his body that had never stopped during the week. He looked at the ascetic monk at the front with indifference and said calmly, "This temple has always been quiet. , you are not preaching in the world, why come back to disturb the peace of this place?"
"Mr. Fan has a benevolent heart and deeply understands the virtues of heaven. He built the Hangzhou Club in the south of the Yangtze River and gathered the wealth of the world in Hegong. I waited for the useless people to travel to various counties. I heard a lot about your benevolence and saw a lot of your kindness. I have been looking forward to seeing you."
The ascetic monk bowed his head and saluted. He always called Fan Xian Young Master Fan, not Master Fan. That's because it is known in the capital now that Fan Xian has been deprived of all his official positions by His Majesty the Emperor.
"I don't think you guys came here specially to praise me." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and frowned slightly. He really didn't think that when he entered the temple with a thought, he would meet such a group of strange people. Could it be that they really looked like that ascetic monk? As the saying goes, there is God's will in the dark
However, these weird ascetic monks really seemed to come here to praise Fan Xian. They took off their hats, knelt down respectfully to Fan Xian in the middle, bowed down, and sincerely praised and prayed for blessings. Fan Xian's face was indifferent, but his heart was shaken. The drizzle and the sound of praying were intertwined, and the atmosphere in the venue was very strange.
The ascetic monks didn't have the habit of wearing shoes, and their rough feet were soaked in the rain. They all knelt on the wet ground, looking as ridiculous as frogs, but the powerful aura released from them and The words that come out are not funny.
This powerful aura is the harmonious and unified aura of these dozen ascetic monks, and its purity makes one dare not underestimate it. Sincere words like chanting a mantra sounded in the rain, accompanied by a dozen bald heads shining in the rain, which was annoying.
"For the sake of the common people in the world, I beg Mr. Fan to enter the palace to plead guilty, so as to comfort the emperor's heart."
Fan Xian's face turned slightly pale, and in just a moment, he knew what these ascetic monks wanted to do. The estrangement and dispute between Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, father and son, had lasted for seven days, and neither party had expressed any retreat.
To make a living for the common people in the world? Naturally, some people had to admit their mistakes, and some people had to give in. Qing Kingdom could only allow one brilliant leader, and in the eyes of these ascetic monks, this person was naturally His Majesty the Great Emperor.
The ascetic monks were acutely aware of the biggest crisis facing the Qing Kingdom. For some unknown reason, they decided to persuade Fan Xian on behalf of the emperor. Under the brilliance, the country of Qing and the world will surely have a better future.
"If I don't want to?" Fan Xian said softly, looking at these monks who hadn't had much contact with them.
There was a deathly silence in the venue, only the drizzle was still falling, falling on the bald heads of the ascetic monks, and the rain from the eaves was dripping, falling on the bluestone slabs of the Qing Temple. After a long time, more than a dozen voices may be thick or thin, large or small, but they are all extremely resolute and holy voices sounded.
"For the sake of the world, please rest in peace."
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