(What I wrote today is still the same thing, the murderous look is gradually revealed... )
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During this period of time, Nanqing was very harmonious, and a little prince was born in the palace, which was a happy event. As for how Concubine Mei died, no one dared to talk about it. Wen Po, who delivered the baby in that palace, died naturally because of Concubine Mei's dystocia and was buried with her, which is also a matter of course.
Right now, the Daqing court is deploying troops in the north. When the national situation is tense, and the day when the world is unified and the foundation is established, who would dare to say those three or two forbidden sentences, are they afraid of reports from the inner court eunuchs and ascetic monks who are in the dark
However, within a few days, the affairs of Concubine Mei faded away, and the capital once again turned into a bright moon, clear wind, deep autumn, and a clear sky.
The war in the north is still lingering, and the winter snow is coming, but Nanqing's offensive has not weakened. It has been attacking all the way to the north, and is about to approach the Nanjing defense line that the Northern Qi people have set up for 20 years. It is a pity that it has been staying in Song Guozhou Uesugi Tiger, after gaining the full trust of the Northern Qi Emperor, held back his soldiers indifferently, clinging to the waist and abdomen of the Qing army's marching path, which made the Qing army extremely fearful.
After all, Shi Fei went to the north. Because of the tense battle, the capital felt a little awe-inspiring. This former Yanjing general who once subdued the North Camp by himself was sent to the north by His Majesty to assist Marshal Wang Zhikun and take charge of the Northern Expedition. Confidante, Shi Fei must have been full of pride and ambition when he embarked on the journey.
As soon as Shi Fei left, the post of commander of the Jingdu Garrison Division became vacant again. I don't know how many powerful figures from the military's young and strong faction were attracted to him.
Ye Wan formally got rid of the staff work of the Privy Council, and besides his position as Martial Arts Master, he also took the position of commander of the Kyoto garrison division. Regarding this appointment, no one dared to express any objection, not even the slightest opinion, because Ye Wan's great achievements in the west of the empire in this year have really fallen into the eyes of the ministers and the common people, and no one can help. Suppress his coming out.
Decades ago, Ye Wan's father, Ye Zhong, took the post of commander of the Kyoto garrison when he was very young. Now the feng shui has changed, and it has been transferred to his son he doesn't like. But in the eyes of outsiders, the so-called The tiger of the general gate, the pillar of a mansion, but that's all.
At noon in late autumn, the cold sunlight shone on Ye Wan's plain light armor. The young general frowned slightly, gently clamped his horse's belly, and walked slowly outside the Zhengyang Gate in Kyoto. His eyes were slightly squinted, and he kept brushing past the people passing by, like a falcon looking for his prey in the vast grassland.
In fact, this was just his subconscious inner real emotional reaction. He didn't expect to meet that little Mr. Fan here, but he had some desire to meet that legendary figure. Although His Majesty ordered him to take three steps back if he saw Fan Xian, how could Ye Wan be willing
In the clear autumn sky, the cold sunlight transformed into countless straight or curved rays of light, Ye Wan's eyes narrowed even more, his slightly dark cheeks, and the corners of his eyes extruded a few traces that did not match his age. Wrinkles, he silently thought about the conversation with His Majesty in front of the Tai Chi Hall that day, and his mood was extremely complicated.
Why did you choose to carry out the Northern Expedition in autumn? Don't you worry about the long and cold winter that is coming soon? This is a very puzzling question for the Northern Qi monarchs and ministers, and it is also a worry for the Nanqing courtiers. However, His Majesty issued a strict order, and the whole world danced for it, and the war horses galloped on the road to invade the Northern Dynasty. No one dared to ask more questions. The strangest thing was that, knowing that the timing of this war was not right, none of the Privy Council under Ye Zhong, the most important ministers of the Qing army who knew the war, chose to persuade His Majesty.
"Thousands and tens of thousands of sons and daughters have gone forward and stepped on the road of no return, just to force him to show up." Ye Wan rode on the horse, lowering his head slightly, as if he wanted to avoid the blazing sun, a slight astringency appeared on the corners of his lips He didn't understand why His Majesty valued Fan Xian so much, and he didn't understand whether His Majesty asked Qing Guoerlang to pay such a high price in order to trap and kill Fan Xian.
When General Ye Wan sighed, he didn't know that the person he wanted to kill, the one Emperor Qing was most worried about on this continent, had already passed through the city gate and returned to the capital. It's just that the city gate that those two people walked through was not Zhengyang Gate.
The noon sun is also so clear at the west gate. Among the busy people coming and going to and from Kyoto, there are two figures that are not easy to attract attention. One is wearing ordinary cloth clothes, the other is wearing a hat .
After a little disguise, Fan Xian subconsciously turned his head to look at Wuzhu beside him the moment he stepped into the capital. The wide hat covered the black cloth on Wuzhu's face in the shadow. Among them, no one should find anything strange.
Many years ago, Ye Qingmei brought the innocent Wuzhu, Shi Shiran came to the capital of Qing Kingdom like a tourist, she walked through the gate of the capital guarded by Ye Zhong, and beat Ye Zhong into a pig's head, Then he began to assist a man and began his magnificent life.
Today, Fan Xian returned to the capital of the Qing Kingdom quietly with Wu Zhu, who looked indifferent, escaped the Zhengyang Gate guarded by Ye Wan himself, and merged into the crowd like two ghosts, ready to end the man's magnificent life.
From here, from here, this seems to be a perfect cycle.
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When Fan Xian and Wu Zhu returned to the capital, the war in the north was still going on, but several days had passed since the death of Concubine Mei. Although he is now a traitor of the Qing Kingdom and has been deprived of all official positions and powers, he still has his own extremely powerful intelligence channels. In an inn in the capital, Fan Xian closed his eyes, thinking about the cause of Concubine Mei's death, and analyzing his success, his mood gradually became heavy.
In the days that followed, Fan Xian disguised himself as the most common boy in green clothes in the capital, and wandered among various prefectures, among the tea shops in the streets and alleys, without looking for anyone he knew, because he did not want to be known by thousands of people. Crying, beating and killing. He was just looking for something carefully.
He was looking for the box, the heavy box. The assassination failed in that windy and snowy day, and he was besieged by the Qing army on the square in front of the palace. He heard the sound of the box, and knew that His Majesty was almost killed by that heavy sniper.
If the box can be retrieved, perhaps the following things will be much simpler, but whose hands will the box be in? This question should have been the easiest and clearest to ask Wu Zhu, but now Wu Zhu is just a piece of pale and indifferent paper, remembering nothing, not caring about anything, he just left the temple with Fan Xian subconsciously, and began to live in the temple. Wandering in the outside world to feel the experience...
During those few days, for the safety of his family and the tacit understanding with His Majesty, Fan Xian did not return to the Fan Mansion. He searched for traces near the Zhaixing Tower, thinking hard about who would gain Uncle Wu Zhu's greatest trust... Except myself. However, his thoughts fell into a misunderstanding, and he never thought about the woman, so this search seemed so hesitant, with no direction, and he wanted to cry out on the streets of Kyoto in late autumn.
After all, he is now the common enemy of the entire Nanqing court. In Kyoto, which seems to be peaceful and has no taste of war, but has begun to ooze awe, the first task is to survive and cover his tracks. He didn't even dare to contact the old subordinates of the Overwatch Council, so this search seemed a bit futile.
Today's Kyoto is not the same as it was a year ago. The Overwatch Council has become the illegitimate child raised by the second mother, and it is swaying in the bitter wind and rain. If His Majesty is not completely confused, the courtiers have already suggested that His Majesty directly transfer the Overwatch Council. Canceled.
Fan Xian had always thought that if he had the Three Treasures in his body, he would be able to go anywhere in the world, so no matter what kind of dangers he encountered since his rebirth, he never really lost confidence. When he pointed his finger, he still felt that he was the most ruthless person in the world.
His three treasures are the poisonous crossbow, the poisonous dagger, and Uncle Wuzhu, but now Uncle Wuzhu has turned into an idiot, and the box is gone, what can he do
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Fan Mansion, Duke Liu's Mansion, Prince Jing's Mansion, Yan Mansion, He Prince's Mansion, the Overwatch Council on Tianhe Road, a yamen next to Dali Temple, a small house in the south of the city, all places where Fan Xian might come into contact with have the court's eyeliner, there are several This time, Fan Xian almost collided with those ascetic monks wearing hats, and it was very dangerous.
Since you can't figure out where the box is, then don't think about it. Fan Xian is such a ruthless person today. Compared with him, it is most important to ascertain His Majesty's current physical condition and psychological state.
Although some information gathered in his hands, he didn't really believe it, because His Majesty the emperor in the palace was best at enduring deceit and trapping in his life. This was the case in Dadongshan, many times, Fan Xian He didn't want to make mistakes, because he knew that His Majesty the Emperor would never give him any chance to make mistakes again.
It is very strange to say that the emperor and Fan Xian actually couldn't completely sort out each other's emotions, but once they thought about each other, their mood calmed down, and there was only one word left!
Killing each other without telling people or telling the sun and the moon seems to have become a kind of spiritual support for the two of them to live in this world. I have to say that this is indeed a rather sad thing.
Wanting to get the most real situation in the palace, Fan Xian chose Ye Mansion after thinking about it for a long time in the inn. Ye Fu is a loyal family, Ye Zhong is the envoy of the Privy Council, Ye Wan is the commander of the Kyoto garrison, His Majesty trusts him, so naturally he will not send eyeliners to monitor.
In today's world, there are few places that can stop Fan Xian from sneaking in. So when Ye Linger, who was looking sad, suddenly saw a boy in green clothes appearing in front of her like a ghost, her expression changed drastically. However, this general-door tiger girl, after all, is not a weak girl, she didn't make a sound to call out, but her complexion sank, she directly pulled out her saber from her waist, and chopped it down without hesitation!
"It's me." Fan Xian called out, with a tired smile on his lips.
"It's you?" Ye Ling'er looked at his strange face in disbelief, and was speechless for a long time. She never thought that this young master was still alive, and that he could really come back from the temple alive.
After some conversation, Fan Xian lowered his head wearily. It seems that His Majesty's health is really failing, and from the death of Concubine Mei, and from the royal family's arrangements for the little prince, his heart moved slightly, and he was extremely accurate. Grasp the mind and mood of His Majesty.
It was a faint sign of old age. It seemed that he had suffered heavy blows from his closest sons and courtiers one after another. The mighty Emperor, not only physically, but also spiritually, had fallen into the lowest period of his life.
Just why did His Majesty choose to start the Northern Expedition at this time? Is it because he feels that his time is running out, so hurry up
In order to bring His Majesty the Emperor down from the altar, Fan Xian spared no effort to use guns and swords to use people's hearts, exhausted the shameless thoughts he had cultivated in two lifetimes, threatened the world, and threatened all the people with self-respect, and finally succeeded in creating the current situation. His Majesty is old and has feelings, so he will naturally become weak. This is the situation he has been looking forward to seeing the most, but why is there no joy in Fan Xian's heart at this time
Fan Xian was not only displeased, but even more bewildered. He sat in the chair in front of Ye Linger, with his feet on the chair, his hands hugging his knees, his face against his legs, and he was thinking silently, which gave people a feeling. Feeling very tired.
Seeing his posture, Ye Linger's eyes lit up slightly and then immediately turned into intense sadness, because she thought of someone, maybe it was because she remembered someone, that's why she didn't ask Fan Where is the other person now.
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The sun gradually shifted to the west, and a twilight was reflected in Yefu. Ye Wan stepped into the back garden with a sullen face. I don't know if it was because of the tense war in the north, or because the whole capital was guarding against that man's return. The palace did not strictly order him to leave the capital and return to the camp. Instead, His Majesty left an oral order. , Let him see things as he pleases.
Father Ye Zhong should still be in the Privy Council analyzing military reports and drawing up strategies, and he might have to stay up all night. Ye Wan did not feel envious or resentful at all, because now he knew better than anyone else that although the Northern Expedition had broken out this time, it was impossible to end it in a short time, because this Northern Expedition still had an extremely important goal that had not been achieved.
It is precisely because Ye Zhong is not in the mansion that Ye Wan's footsteps appear to be a little lighter. The relationship between him and his father has always been extremely bad, otherwise he would not have stayed in Nanzhao for so many years, and even the people in the capital almost forgot. his existence.
However, the relationship between Ye Wan and Ye Ling'er is very good. Maybe the two brothers and sisters are very close because they haven't seen each other for many years.
Ye Wan was going to visit his sister in the back garden, so he didn't bring any subordinates to guard him, but when he entered the back garden, the first thing he saw was not his sister, but a young servant in blue.
The young servant in green hunched over, bowed humbly, and prepared to leave.
Ye Wan's eyes narrowed, because the moment he entered the garden, he had already noticed that there was something wrong with the position of the feet of this seemingly ordinary young man in Tsing Yi.
This is an extremely subtle point, the two feet of the boy in green seem to be random, but in fact Ye Wan knows that he can stand up lightly with just a little luck on his back foot. Of course, this is also a skill that can only be possessed by masters of their level.
Is it because I am too vigilant? The cold light in Ye Wan's squinted eyes gradually froze. He looked at the back of the young man in green who passed him, and suddenly asked, "Why did you come back?"
The figure of the boy in green was startled for a moment, and he stopped slowly, then turned around very calmly, looked at the young master of Ye Mansion, and asked with great interest: "Ye Wan? Can this be done?" It was because of my carelessness that you saw through, but you are really... not bad. "
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When Fan Xian met Ye Wan unexpectedly in Ye Mansion, Wu Zhu, who entered Beijing with him, was wandering around the capital wearing that big hat. Regarding the current Wu Zhu, Fan Xian no longer knew what words to use to describe his frustration. This 15-year-old peerless young man covered in black cloth not only lost his memory, he even forgot a lot of knowledge about living in the world.
Fan Xian stayed in the capital for many days, and Wu Zhu stayed by the window of the inn for many days. Although the black cloth covered his eyes, Fan Xian always felt that he could see the longing and curiosity in his eyes. gaze.
Wuzhu still didn't speak, remained silent, like a walking pale machine, subconsciously following Fan Xian's footsteps. Fortunately, what Fan Xian was best at in his life was dealing with idiot children. Dabao was coaxed very well by him, and Wuzhu was no exception. There were no major problems along the way.
It's just that the body that seems to have lost its soul always makes Fan Xian's heart ache uncontrollably. So later he no longer prevented Wu Zhu from wandering out of the inn. To be honest, he couldn't stop him either, as long as Wu Zhu could remember the way back to the inn. Fan Xian never worried about Wu Zhu's safety, because in his opinion, no one in this world can hurt him.
However, Fan Xian seemed to have forgotten that the current Wu Zhu was just like an ignorant and curious child, and what was more troublesome was that Wu Zhu's brain had no possibility of harming humans at all.
So Wu Zhu, who was covered with a black cloth, seemed to be at ease in the capital, but in reality he wandered around dangerously. He didn't shoot, didn't care about anything, just watched through the black cloth, looking at this strange but familiar city.
Wuzhu walked among the pedestrians in the streets, looking at the candied haws curiously, and listening to the people in the tea shop discussing the war situation in the north enthusiastically. However, he walked through the long alley, walked through the Tianhe Road, and came to the edge of the Palace Square.
He tilted his head curiously, and looked at the main entrance of the glorious palace through the black cloth. For some reason, a trace of uncontrollable boredom arose in his cold heart.
Snapped! A small stone fell on him, and then many stones fell on him. The urchins in Kyoto didn't know that this person wearing a hat was the most dangerous existence in the world, so they threw stones desperately.
"Throw away the fool! Lose the fool!"
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Wuzhu didn't move at all, letting the children throw stones, he looked at the main entrance of the palace, and suddenly said to himself: "This place seems to be called Meridian Gate, and it's used to kill people."
This was the second sentence Wu Zhu said after leaving the temple. There was no audience. He only remembered that this place used to be called the Meridian Gate, and many people died here. It was a very distant story. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)