The information obtained from various sources was gathered in the other courtyard in the southwest corner of Shangjing through various channels. The mission confirmed that Xiao En had secretly entered Shangjing. As for where he was being held, only the mother and child in the palace and Mr. Shen from the Zhenfu Department knew. It's strange to say that the Northern Qi court greeted him vigorously at the Wudu River, but when they returned to the capital, they were silent. Presumably Uesugi Tiger and those who wanted Xiao En to die were still engaged in a tug-of-war.
For Fan Xian, Sean's life and death are not in his consideration. To be precise, once he enters the Northern Qi Shangjing, Fan Xian has no ability to consider Sean until he is not sure enough to use the dark forces lurking in the north. life and death.
Unless Wu Zhu came, or unless Wu Zhu brought the box to Fan Xian.
This was another question that had been haunting Fan Xian all this time: Why did Uncle Wu Zhu, who had always been indifferent and inhuman, insisted on not entering the northern land this time? Could it be that there are people on this land that he doesn't want to meet
On the other hand, it was obvious that Fan Xian's proposal to Marquis Changning had begun to work. The huge benefits contained in that proposal successfully seduced some people, and the meeting with Mr. Shen from Zhenfu Division was secretly arranged. Fan Xian knew that these things seemed private, but the mother in the Shangjing Palace would definitely be watching all of this in secret.
The other party would not completely trust Fan Xian, but they would always give it a try.
Fan Xian would not trust the other party at all, but he always hoped to catch something when he threw out the bait.
Wei Shaoqing seemed to be procrastinating on the surface, but in fact, both sides of the negotiation felt that the speed of the process had gradually accelerated, although it was still a bit later than the bottom line that Fan Xian strongly demanded. After all, on a sunny and sunny day, Honglu Temple and the Zhenfu Division secretly jointly issued a document, and the mission finally got a chance to meet Yan Bingyun.
The sky was clear that day, and there was not a single cloud on the porcelain-blue sky. Fan Xian put up an awning to cover the blazing sun, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, thinking of the opening words that he often used when writing essays in elementary school in that life. .
He was very happy, and also slightly excited—although during the journey, before this deal was concluded, the darkness hidden in the deepest part of his heart almost made him make some exchanges, but fortunately, none of this became a reality —As I said a long time ago, Fan Xian admired this Young Master Yan whom he had never met, and admired him very much.
A son of a high-ranking official was able to give up his glory and wealth, go to a distant foreign country, and provoke the espionage work in the northern border very dangerously, and he did it very well, successfully breaking into the upper echelon of Northern Qi. This alone, Fan Xian knew , this Mr. Yan is much better than himself in many aspects.
The place where Yan Bingyun was imprisoned was a heavily guarded manor on the outskirts of Shangjing. There was a barracks not far from the manor, and inside and outside the garden were guarded by Northern Qi Jinyiwei. The big iron gate of the manor was slowly opened, and everyone drove in without getting out of the car, walked along the stone road hidden among the lawns, and came to a small building after a while.
This building is not as quaint as other buildings in Shangjing. It is purely built of solid stones, without a courtyard. Looking from the turret, you can see all the moving objects on the lawn at a glance. It is really a good place to imprison people.
Wang Qinian was the only one who came to visit Yan Bingyun with Fan Xian today. Gundam belongs to the Tiger Guards, and Lin Jing and Lin Wen belong to the Honglu Temple system, which has little to do with the affairs of the Overwatch Council, and it is not convenient to come here.
Wei Hua said calmly to Fan Xian: "Master Fan, look at the birds singing and the flowers fragrant here, the grass dying and the wind soft. Our imperial court still treats your people preferentially, right?"
Fan Xian's expression was even more indifferent than his, and he said flatly, "Even if it's Qionggong Wonderland, after staying for a long time, it's actually not just a prison cell."
The deputy recruiter of the Jinyiwei next to the two said: "Even if it is a prison cell, it is much more comfortable than the prison in your Overwatch Council." The senior official of the Jinyiwei thought of the tragic situation of the old man when his subordinates were picking up Xiao En at the border. , Then the anger does not hit one place.
Fan Xian frowned. What he hated the most was the deputy envoy. After the embassy arrived in Beijing, it was logical that the corresponding person in contact with both sides was this guy. Who knew that the other party went into hiding. Fan Xian still hasn't figured out the official position of the Northern Qi until today. He is obviously a member of the Jinyiwei. Why is the big boss called the Commander of the Zhenfu Division, but what is the name of the spies under him? When he first heard this name, he almost thought that the other party was from the military.
"What are you talking about so much nonsense? I want to go in and meet people." Fan Xian glanced coldly at the envoy, thinking that Xiao En had suffered twenty years in the south, but after Yan Bingyun was arrested, who knows? No matter how many severe punishments he has suffered, it is not easy to be able to speak up to now.
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Before seeing Yan Bingyun, Fan Xian had imagined many scenarios: For example, Mr. Yan was hung on the torture rack, his skin was torn apart, ten steel needles were nailed into his fingers, and all the toenails were stripped off, exposing the tender flesh inside. , the smooth and tender skin on his body has been scorched by the iron, and even the young gums have entered the old age in advance, and they are all bald.
Of course, this is the worst possibility.
Fan Xian once imagined that perhaps Young Master Yan was sitting on a soft couch at this moment, surrounded by flowing brocade quilts, four or five beauties from Northern Qi with bare thighs and half-exposed breasts were surrounding him, Feed him with grapes, the grape juice flowed onto Mr. Yan's extremely elastic chest muscles, and the beauty beside him carefully wiped it off with a soft towel.
Of course, this is the worst possible possibility.
There is also a kind of weird imagination that is always lingering in Fan Xian's brain. Maybe seeing Yan Bingyun for the first time, the other party will pounce on him like a tiger with a wounded head, wanting to tear himself into pieces, with snot and tears Blaming the people in the yard for not caring about their own lives, and complaining that the adults of the motherland came too late.
Of course, this is the most unlikely possibility.
But no matter how he imagined it, when Fan Xian walked into that room, he still felt that human imagination was really poor, and his own imagination was not much stronger. He looked at the young man sitting on the chair, opened his lips slightly, and was so surprised, he never expected Yan Bingyun's current situation to be like this.
Wei Shaoqing and the deputy recruiter obviously did not expect this situation, and opened their mouths to exclaim.
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The decoration of the room is very elegant, with a big bed, a desk, and some daily furnishings. It doesn't look like a torture room, but like a home room. Fan Xian didn't know if it was because Beiqi knew he was coming, so it was arranged temporarily. His eyes were only on that chair.
Sitting on the chair was a young man with an indifferent expression. This young man had an extremely handsome face, thin lips and brows. In terms of physiognomy, he was an extremely ruthless person. What surprised everyone was that there was a girl lying on the young man's lap at this time, and the sound of the girl sobbing softly echoed in the quiet room!
Fan Xian finally closed his astonished lips tightly, but his heart was completely confused. He thought with a wry smile, how could he know that there was an actor in this cell because he was so worried about the leader of the Qing Dynasty's Northern spy? It is not the execution ground of 007 that I imagined.
The young man on the chair was naturally Yan Bingyun. When he noticed a few people walking in, he frowned when he realized that two of them were wearing official uniforms of the Qing Kingdom. Just wrinkled like this, an air of indifference began to permeate the room.
This indifference even woke up the sobbing woman lying on Yan Bingyun's lap. The girl raised her head in astonishment and looked back at the people at the door. At this time, Fan Xian realized that the girl was born with delicate features, and there was a sense of submissiveness in her eyes. She was supposed to be a lady from a wealthy family, but she didn't know how she appeared in a heavily guarded cell.
"Miss Shen?" Wei Hua was shocked, and shouted: "Come here! Please let the lady out."
"Shen?" Fan Xian frowned again, feeling that this matter was getting more and more interesting.
Several Jinyi guards poured in from outside the door, Wei Hua's face was livid, and he scolded: "How did you do it? You let Miss Shen come to such a dangerous place!" The deputy recruiter was also full of anger, just a few The slap was slapped, and after several slaps, the Jin Yiwei who were in charge of guarding the felon covered their faces and went up to Miss Shen's side, but they didn't dare to stretch out their hands.
"Miss Shen? If you still don't leave, don't blame the lowly position for being violent." The deputy appeasement officer bowed to Miss Shen.
Wei Hua also walked to her side, and persuaded softly: "Sister Shen, you should go back, otherwise if Uncle Shen finds out about this matter, he will not beat you to death."
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Fan Xian's eyes did not make contact with Yan Bingyun, he just quietly looked at the woman lying on Yan Bingyun's lap. This girl's surname is Shen, and she was able to enter the manor under the strict guard of Jinyiwei in the Northern Qi Dynasty. Needless to say, it must be the lady from Mrs. Shen's family.
It's just that she doesn't know what kind of relationship this Miss Shen has with Yan Bingyun. Fan Xian smiled wryly and thought to himself, could it be that our Mr. Yan is actually playing tricks on handsome men
Miss Shen stood up quietly, looking at Yan Bingyun who had been silent all this time, mad and vicious hatred slowly emerged in those soft eyes, she bit her lip and said word by word: "I just want you to say a word." So, which sentence you said before is true?"
Yan Bingyun tilted his head slightly, looked back with emotionless eyes, and said softly: "I am a staff member of the Nanqing Supervisory Office. Miss Shen should be very clear. Of course, none of the words are true."
Wei Hua glanced at Fan Xian, who had been watching coldly. He was afraid that if the young lady continued to speak, the officials of the Southern Dynasty would laugh at her, so he quickly ordered someone to pull Miss Shen out of the door.
Ms. Shen coldly shook off the hands of those Jin Yiwei, looked at Yan Bingyun who was still motionless on the chair, and said sadly: "Well, well, what a kind and righteous Yan Bingyun."