What a kind and righteous Yan Bingyun!
These earnest words were filled with countless heartbreaks and despair. Fan Xian, who had a firm heart, couldn't help sighing while listening. Wei Hua's face was even more angry. Yan Bingyun seemed to wish he could immediately smash the leader of the enemy's secret spy to pieces.
Following bursts of inaudible sobs, Miss Shen was finally invited out of the cell in the manor.
Fan Xian sighed again: "What a loving and righteous woman." Having said that, he had great doubts in his heart. Bei Qi may have had some emotional entanglements with her during these years... But who is Yan Bingyun? He was the highest-level spy of Nanqing captured by Northern Qi in the past 15 years. The guards were so strict, how could it be possible for that Miss Shen to come in grandiosely, and just rightly put on a show in front of Nanqing envoys like himself
Suddenly, his heart moved, and he understood the thoughts of these colleagues in the north.
At this time, the cell, which was not like a cell, was much quieter. Yan Bingyun, who was sitting on the chair, did not stand up, but poured himself a cup of tea and drank slowly. His eyebrows were like frost, and his face was indifferent, giving people a feeling that he didn't care about anything—it seemed that he didn't even care about his own life or death.
Wei Hua seemed to have calmed down from his previous anger at this time, looked at Yan Bingyun and frowned, and said, "Young Master Yan, no matter how you say it, we have been friends for the past two years... everyone is their country , It’s not a big deal at first, but please remember, there are some things that I will never forgive. After you leave this time, please remember not to step into my grand qi again. Your majesty has already passed the order of Mr. Shen Secret decree, if you dare to take a step into my grand qi again in the future, I will decapitate you with three thousand cavalry."
Yan Bingyun lowered his head halfway, as if he didn't hear what he said, he played with the small handle of the teacup lightly with his fingers. Since his identity was revealed last year and he was imprisoned, this Yunda talent who used to be good at social occasions in Shanghai seems to have become a natural dumb.
"I came to see him today." Fan Xian said to Wei Hua with no expression on his face, "I need a definite date, when can I pick him up and return to the mission."
"He can't go back to the mission. He can only leave Shangjing secretly. You have to know how many people there are in Shangjing... I want to tear up your fresh flesh, Mr. Yan." Wei Hua said coldly.
Fan Xian shook his head, and said, "Your Majesty has an order. I must bring Mr. Yan back to the mission. As for the cover-up, we will naturally do it. Do you think we want to cause unnecessary trouble?"
Wei Hua frowned. He knew that Xiao En and Si Lili had already entered the capital. In this secret agreement, the Nanqing side had already taken the lead, and it was really hard for their own side to delay. In addition, the last time Fan Xian broke into his own mansion, it really caused a lot of criticism. But the other party's seemingly absurd proposal, for some reason, really moved the people in the palace, as well as Mr. Shen who held a lot of power in his hands.
"I'll go through the formalities right away."
Fan Xian nodded calmly, and said, "Could it be convenient for you? I want to have a private chat with Lord Yan."
Wei Hua frowned, thinking that if the other party really wanted to discuss something, wouldn't it be more secretive to talk about it after Yan Bingyun returned to the mission. After much deliberation, he didn't know what Master Fan wanted to do, so he nodded and signaled the deputy appeasement envoy to retreat with him.
Only Fan Xian and Wang Qinian were left in the room... and the indifferent Yan Bingyun who kept his head half down.
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Fan Xianquan didn't feel like he was in the Jinyiwei Prison of the enemy country. With a gentle smile on his face, he dragged a chair and sat in front of Yan Bingyun. Looking at the young man's handsome face, he said, "My name is Fan Xian. "
Fan Xian knew that before Yan Bingyun was arrested, he had already entered the capital. As the general leader of the Overwatch Council in the north, the other party must have heard of his name.
As expected, after hearing the word Fan Xian, Yan Bingyun's fingers slowly left the extremely slippery teacup handle, raised his head, and glanced at him.
It's just that those eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, which surprised Fan Xian.
"Fan Xian? The illegitimate son of Fan Jian, the servant of the household department. He grew up in Danzhou. He likes to drink and has no talent. That's all." Yan Bingyun spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle, matching his face The indifferent expression that has been hanging all the time is completely inconsistent, "What are you doing here?"
Fan Xian sighed, and said, "My lord, you have been imprisoned for more than half a year, and the world has changed a lot. First, my father has become the Minister of the Household Department, and second, the incompetent servants are now honored as ambassadors." Zhengshi, the first thing I do when I come to Northern Qi this time is to pick you up." For some reason, Yan Bingyun seems to hate the name Fan Xian, and Fan Xian doesn't understand why.
"Take me back to China?" Yan Bingyun slowly raised his head again. He is only in his twenties this year, but there are some silver threads mixed in his eyebrows, which looks a little weird, "Who are you? I Why should I trust you?"
"I am Fan Xian, and now I am the Superintendent of the Supervisory Council." Fan Xian knew that the other party, as the leader of secret agents, would be very careful. The other party must still be guessing whether he was the trick of the people of Qi, so he took off the bag from his waist. A sign flashed in front of Yan Bingyun's eyes.
Yan Bingyun glanced over the wooden sign, and frowned slightly. He knew that this sign was extremely difficult to forge, but he still couldn't believe that the person in front of him, who was younger than himself, would actually become the president of the courtyard. grown ups. You must know that Mr. Tisi is a transcendent existence under the dean, and the eight major divisions are not under his jurisdiction in name, but in fact they are all constrained by him.
During the six months of captivity, Yan Bingyun had already closed his mind, and would not believe any unreasonable changes around him. He didn't dare to take any risks, because any information he revealed might wipe out Qing's intelligence system in Northern Qi, so he had to be cautious because of the seriousness of the matter.
Wang Qinian, who had been silent at the side all this time, stepped forward and said softly: "Master Yan, Mr. Fan is the newly-appointed commissioner. This time he came north to rescue him from prison."
Yan Bingyun glanced at Wang Qinian indifferently, and said, "You are Mr. Wang from one place?"
"Exactly." Facing Yan Bingyun who had been sitting on the chair for some reason, Wang Qinian felt a little nervous. Thinking that the other party had been imprisoned for more than half a year, Wang Qinian didn't know whether to admire him or sympathize with him. It's not a good day to think about it.
"I don't need you to confirm my identity." Fan Xian patted Yan Bingyun's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "This matter is almost over anyway, you can keep silent, and when the mission returns to China, you will see Chen Pingping all the time." Or after your father speaks again, you will be more at ease if you think about it."
Hearing what he said, Yan Bingyun frowned, knowing that this couldn't be a plot by the people of Northern Qi.
But Fan Xian saw something else strange from the other party's frown, his face turned cold, and he carefully grabbed Yan Bingyun's collar with his fingers.
Yan Bingyun raised his head and glanced at him, there was a hint of teasing besides the indifference in his eyes, and said softly: "Do you want to see?"
"En." Fan Xian hummed calmly, and then slowly pulled away the white robe on Yan Bingyun's body with his fingers. A slight tearing sound.
Yan Bingyun's complexion remained unchanged, and even his eyebrows did not tremble.
Fan Xian's complexion turned ugly. Under the white robe was Yan Bingyun's terrifying skin on the neck. It was covered with red and purple scars. It was obviously newborn flesh. It took a long time to return to the current situation. There were so many wounds on the neck alone, one could imagine how tortured Yan Bingyun's body had been under the cover of this wide white robe.
Wang Qinian cursed a few words angrily. Fan Xian returned to his calm expression, looked at Yan Bingyun's indifferent face and asked, "How long has it been since you were tortured?"
"Three months." Yan Bingyun replied with a smile, it seemed that this body that had suffered half a year of horrible torture was not his own.
Fan Xian tidied up his collar carefully, and sighed, "Bei Qi knew when we came, so he stopped for three months. After three months, the wound is still so terrible, Lord Yan really suffered."
Yan Bingyun glanced at him indifferently, and seemed a little dissatisfied with the words that the lord Tisi said, and said indifferently: "The things you care about seem to be superfluous."
Fan Xian choked, not knowing what to say, he just wanted to show his concern, but was ridiculed by this man as unprofessional.
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"Until the agreement is confirmed, I won't say anything." Yan Bingyun looked into Fan Xian's eyes and said, "I'm just curious, what method did the imperial court use to get me out of the hands of the Northern Qi people?" .”
Before the two of Fan Wang could answer, Yan Bingyun took a breath and said sternly: "Don't tell me, the imperial court will be so stupid as to exchange the grassland of Qianlong Bay for me, a useless guy."
"Don't worry, even if I want to, His Majesty won't be so stupid." Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, and explained the general content of the agreement to Mr. Yan.
The room suddenly fell into an extremely strange silence. Yan Bingyun lowered his head halfway and did not speak for a long time. Fan Xian looked at him, and suddenly heard Yan Bingyun talking to himself, "Swap Xiao En for me?"
"idiot!"
Yan Bingyun raised his head abruptly, fixedly staring at Fan Xian with ironic and angry eyes, but still suppressed his voice extremely calmly to an extremely low level.