"How should I reply to my lord?"
This is a very crucial point. Fan Xian didn't know how Yan Bingyun communicated with these underlings at the beginning, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He just said softly, "There should be no specific executor coming to Beijing within two months. But I will temporarily assign someone to be in charge of contacting you."
The old shopkeeper was slightly worried, and said: "My lord, please be careful. Although in the past 20 years since Xiao En was arrested, the Jinyiwei in the Northern Qi Dynasty is far from being comparable to the Tiqi in the Northern Wei Dynasty, but in the enemy country, the subordinates always Think about the kids below."
Fan Xian nodded. This is why the Overwatch Council did not dare to take the risk of going north to contact these "orphans" after a year. He said softly, "Don't worry, the person I am looking for is the most unlikely person in the yard." The guy being followed."
Undoubtedly, he was talking about Wang Qinian, that strange talent who would only follow others all his life, but was never really dropped by anyone.
He couldn't stay in this place for too long. After saying a few words, Fan Xian was about to get up and leave. Before leaving, he suddenly said, "Change the password for the joint."
"Yes, my lord." The old shopkeeper bowed slightly.
"One three one four five two seven seven seven."
"Yes, my lord." The old shopkeeper repeated this seemingly irregular number without any mistakes.
Fan Xian nodded, somewhat satisfied, and then returned to the front hall, bidding farewell to the old shopkeeper like a businessman, not forgetting to carry the two jugs of tung oil in his hands. After seeing the businessman go out, the young man jokingly said, "Boss, are you going to buy sesame oil so early?"
The old shopkeeper looked at the only clerk in the store, smiled and said, "Yes. There is a big deal."
The guy thought to himself, with his own rotten oil shop, could it be possible to do a big business with several ships like those oil merchants in Dongyi City? The business of a few hundred catties is called big business, and the young man can't help looking down on the old shopkeeper for his lack of progress.
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On the way, Fan Xian carefully disposed of the oil in his hands. He didn't dare to give it to beggars on the street, and he didn't dare to throw it away, because the key rule of the Overwatch Council's secret agents was not to underestimate the ability of the enemy. Although the commander of Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty was heavy and did not seem to be very strong in the brothel on that rainy night, Fan Xian knew that it was definitely just a disguise.
After disposing of the oil pot cleanly, Fan Xian set foot on the road back to the delegation. At this time, the sky was dark and the pedestrians on the road gradually became rare. After rubbing his face a few times, he wiped off all the powder and rouge stolen from that young lady's house, and squeezed it into a small ball of yellow and red dirt in the palm of his hand.
His palm lightly touched the lion on the stone arch bridge, and clusters of powder fell from his palm, silently mixing with the river water under the bridge, and no one could find the slightest trace.
Falling down the bridge and crossing the alley, when he turned out from the side of a certain residential house, Fan Xian had already recovered his original appearance, took off his rain hat, and turned over his long clothes, just like when he just broke up with Miss Haitang, his face was pretty and his expression was Qingyi.
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He swaggered back to the mission. Jin Yiwei, who drank tea for many days at the opposite door, looked at him strangely. Fan Xian knew that the news of the death of the three nails must have reached Shen Zhong's ears, but Jin Yiwei could only suffer from this dull loss. As for when he could get revenge, that was out of Fan Xian's consideration.
In the most secluded courtyard of the other courtyard, under the long eaves, Yan Bingyun was half lying on a low couch, which was covered with soft brocade quilts. Although Fan Xian had healed his wounds, it was impossible for him to recover from the torment he had suffered this year. His body was wounded everywhere and he couldn't bear to be touched vigorously, so Fan Xian thought of a way to heal him. He was buried in a pile of cotton, but fortunately the weather has not been too hot recently.
Although he knew that this indifferent chief of the Northern spy was physically and mentally exhausted and was in urgent need of recuperation, Fan Xian still felt a little ashamed to bother him, because in the last few days in Northern Qi, he had to resort to repeating Bingyun.
After a brief discussion on today's situation, Yan Bingyun looked into Fan Xian's eyes with some gloom, and said softly, "I hope my lord has not shown any traces, otherwise all my subordinates will be pulled out, even if you are the court Zhong Tisi, I must also join you."
Fan Xian shook his head: "I know that the power in your hands is far more than this line. Although the single-line connection is safe, but the efficiency is too low, you have to find a way to move in other aspects. But I probably don't have time to deal with it. , I’m going to hand it over to Wang Qinian, I don’t know what you think about this proposal.”
A strange look flashed in Yan Bingyun's eyes. The youngest high-ranking official in front of him, his performance these days can only be said to be quite satisfactory, and his biggest advantage is that he is good at listening to his own opinions, but today he actually speaks out. The northern network, it seems that the other party does have some capabilities.
"Wang Qinian, I don't worry..." He said after a while of consideration: "Master Wang is one of the first group of people in the courtyard who lurked in the north."
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Wang Qinian to do this before, and then he heard Yan Bingyun say: "According to your lord's plan, we will cooperate with Uesugi Tiger to dig out Xiao En's place, but I don't want the courtyard to The human hands involved are too deep."
Fan Xian agreed to his request, knowing that he didn't want the people lurking in the north to make too many sacrifices because of the strife within the court, so he agreed, "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Yan Bingyun frowned and said: "Uesugi Tiger is a lion, but unfortunately in the deep sea of Shangjing, he couldn't find a place to rely on, so he asked for the help of the eldest princess. As a subject, you and I follow the wishes of the eldest princess. Doing things is a matter of course, but you have to be careful... I believe that when Uesugi Tiger saves Xiao En, it will be the day when the Queen Mother and Shen Shen wipe out the forces in the army."
Fan Xian knew that this indifferent Overwatch Council official guessed what he wanted to do, so he didn't say a word, but said softly: "This is exactly what I hope to see, and I will not underestimate Shen Zhong's monitoring of Shangjing. Ability...let them fight, anyway, it won't harm us in the slightest."
Leaving the backyard, Fan Xian found Wang Qinian and distributed the tasks. Wang Qinian remembered the string of numbers clearly, knowing that he would be responsible for this dangerous and important job in the next few days. He was not the old shopkeeper of the oil shop, he was Fan Xian's confidant, so he boldly asked, "One, three, one, four, five, two, seven, seven... Sir, this string of numbers seems to represent something."
"I love money and money all my life." Fan Xian smiled. In Danzhou dialect, the pronunciation of Qian and Qi is very similar.
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The old shopkeeper of the oil shop has been doing well these days, selling a few more barrels of oil. A piece of news lurking in the dark began to flow through the spy network of the Northern Department of the Overwatch Council, which had been silent for a year. It didn't take long. Time, those spies who pretended to be all kinds of ordinary people in Northern Qi received their first mission a year later.
The information began to be fed back through various channels, summarized through several breakpoints on the line, and finally sent to the oil shop in Zhangjiadian.
At the same time, the Nanqing Mission held several banquets, and the amount of alcohol consumed increased a lot. Naturally, the storekeeper Sheng from Xiushui Street also made a few more trips to the Mission's other courtyard, and took a few more photos of Fan Zheng To flatter him, I believe he also got the information that Xinyang and Uesugi Tiger have always wanted from Fan Xian.
Yan Bingyun was the person who processed a lot of information, selected useful information from them for analysis, and finally came to a relatively accurate conclusion. In the past few days, the sound of his coughing was often heard in the backyard.
Fan Xian didn't have much to do. After all, he was the envoy of the mission. Drinking and seeing him off was the right way. On this day, he entered the palace accompanied by Miss Haitang. He said that the Empress Dowager invited him into the palace to discuss important matters.
For Fan Xian, drinking was originally a happy thing, and drinking with the queen mother who still has the charm of the enemy country is not a depressing thing. But when Fan Xian returned to the mission, all the officials and subordinates knew that he was in a bad mood today, but no one knew why.
In the room, Fan Xian looked at Lin Jing coldly and asked, "Am I the envoy of this envoy, or is your lord the envoy?"
Lin Jing was very uneasy, and responded nervously, "Why did Mr. Fan say that? The mission naturally only follows Mr. Fan's lead."
"Okay, okay." Fan Xian laughed twice, and cursed: "Master Lin came to tell me why the queen mother actually said that the grand princess of Northern Qi was going to marry the eldest prince of this dynasty when she entered the palace today. What a big deal! Why? The envoy didn’t know about this until now? You have made arrangements for the princess’s wedding at Honglu Temple and Taichang Temple these days, so I know that I have to see off my relatives when I return!”
Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was the case, and replied with a smile: "My lord, don't blame the officials and Lord Lin Wen, the mission just forwarded a letter written by the queen mother to the queen mother of Northern Qi. Well, how do we ministers know that it was actually two women and Taoists who arranged the marriage of their own children in the letter. When this matter gets out from the palace, what can we say? This matter was originally intended to inform the adults , but your lord was often away from the mission a few days ago, so it was a little late."
Lin Jing rolled her eyes, knowing that the young adult was a little angry, and handed over a letter with a smile: "The official letter of credence will arrive soon. This is a secret letter from the imperial court, which shows the attitude of His Majesty and Queen Mother, of course they are willing To accomplish this marriage... In fact, there are two more happy events, and I want to congratulate Mr. Fan."