The battlefield under the tree was already quiet. Jin Yiwei brought a lot of water from the Yuquan River in a horse-drawn cart. When the vat was poured, the clear water rushed to the street, washing away the dust and blood on the ground in an instant, leaving only Those wet and clean slates.
There are Jinyiwei guarding around, and there are related yamen carrying out suppression in various houses, so there is no movement around this T-shaped alley, and the stone wall behind the courtyard has also begun to be re-sealed with temporary materials. Therefore, the Zhenfu Division must restore this area to its original state as much as possible within a very short period of time.
The palace didn't want to reveal this matter at this time. After all, Tan Wu and others died heroically. It would be difficult to frame Uesugi Tiger, and after all, the attitude of the military must also be considered, so they are going to hold it down for a while.
The morning birds were chirping, and the Jin Yiwei raised their heads, looking at the sky without white, thinking that the birds got up early, do they know what happened here
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Fan Xian, who sneaked under the tree, wiped off a drop of cold sweat from his forehead, cursed those insomniac frightened birds in his heart, and carefully hid his figure in the darkness before dawn, dotted with the wounded team of Jinyiwei in the distance. Flee in the direction of Beicheng.
There were no pedestrians on the long street, and there was no swishing sound of sweeping the street in the previous life. He jumped on those two-story buildings next to the street, and I believe no one would find his trace.
The stretcher team had already left the small courtyard very far, and entered a courtyard, but they didn't know whether it was Beizhen Fusi or Shisan Yamen. The wounded were placed in several rooms waiting for treatment, and some doctors with blood on their bodies rushed in and out.
Fan Xian walked around to the back and waited behind a few bamboo baskets under the corner of the wall.
Not long after, a few muffled hums came from a remote room, the sound was very small, but it reached his ears clearly. After a few breaths, a person climbed down from the wall, and his movements were a little slow. After landing on the ground, he carefully tidied up his clothes, checked his waist badge, and then walked towards West Street.
Fan Xian looked at the man wearing Jinyiwei's clothes. Although the hat was tightly worn, there were still a few strands of gray hair flying out. As he walked slowly, the white hair trembled slightly, and it was very desolate in the night wind. .
Watching the man go further and further away, Fan Xian's eyes that were exposed outside the deep hat showed a cold light. I found that the other party's walking movements were a bit weird, and I knew that the old comrade's legs were broken by himself and he was still not recovering.
He followed, and the two walked west along the quiet long street. Although there were still guards at the intersections, Xiao En wore Jinyiwei's clothes and killed people in the side room to win the cards, allowing him to pass several checkpoints without any danger.
But Fan Xian was like a ghost that disappeared in the night, lingering in the distance, and broke through several levels with extreme ease.
On the way, at an ordinary house, Sean took a break.
In the rear, on the roof of another ordinary house, Fan Xian also took a rest.
Then the two got up again one after the other, and before it was dark, they got out of the big net made by Jin Yiwei and came to the west gate.
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After the city gate opened, the vegetable farmers who had been guarding the gate for half an hour each handed in the documents they had prepared, and rushed in. And Xiao En took advantage of the chaos to get out of the high city gate. After a while, the old man who had survived the catastrophe had already made his way to the foot of Yanshan Mountain on the west side of Shangjing City, beside the chaotic forest.
Fan Xian was far behind, his sharp eyes staring at the old comrade's direction. After a while, Xiao En came out from the other side of the mountain forest. He was already wearing a tattered shirt, and the corners of the clothes were often stained with black stove ash by the old men in the village. The dry firewood was carried on his back like a small mountain.
At this time, the sun had risen from the east, shining among the quiet mountains and forests, the mist was dispelled in an instant, and the sky was extremely clear.
Anyone who sees the old man will think that he is a very hardworking old farmer who collects firewood in the morning, and will not associate him with the secret spy leader who shocked the world twenty years ago.
Fan Xian stood quietly on the tree, watching Xiao En hunched forward slowly with cold eyes, but there was a trace of coldness in his heart. Sean is old after all, not only his body is not as good as before, but his mind is also a little dull. The dew is heavy in the morning, who would choose to come out to collect firewood at this time? Real old farmers only go to the mountains at dusk to collect firewood.
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The outside of the city is quiet, and the inside of the city is also quiet.
Jin Yiwei's secret agent reported back: "The Nanqing Mission is very quiet. It is said that Master Lin Wen arranged for two kabukis to accompany Fan Zhengshi yesterday, and they didn't sleep much all night."
"Are you sure that Fan Xian is in the mission?" Chong Chong had already taken off his official uniform and put on the rich man's clothes, holding a piece of donkey meat on fire in his right hand and sending it to his mouth, chewing it full of oil.
"Yes, my lord." The spies reported respectfully, "There is a brother who knows what Fan Xian looks like, and has been watching outside the courtyard."
He was slightly stunned, and threw the oily donkey meat onto the table. His eyes were a little sunken, and he looked particularly lethargic. He had tossed all night last night, and no one had a body made of iron. Suddenly he smiled and said: "Then there is no such thing as an honest master, has Taoist He gone already?"
"Yes." The spy suddenly cheered up and said, "Lord Langtao has also gone."
He closed his eyes slowly, not knowing what he was thinking about, and after a long while, he murmured to himself softly: "Since these southern barbarians want us to think that Fan Xian is still in the mission, if we kill Fan Xian at this time, wouldn't it be Isn't it that they themselves will suffer a lot?"
He opened his eyes, his eyes were as fierce and ruthless as an eagle, and said: "The southern barbarians have learned to calculate people in the past ten years, I'm afraid they will be fooled by their cleverness."
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After staring at it all night, Fan Xian felt a little tired, but his body was full of domineering zhenqi, so he could barely support it. Looking at the old man on the path in the forest in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little admirable. He is in his seventies and eighties, and after decades of tossing, he can still play the prison escape trick so thoroughly. I don't know where this old guy's spiritual power is supporting him.
Fan Xian didn't move, because he always felt that some unknown danger was waiting for him, and Xiao En's exit from the city seemed too smooth. Suddenly his mind moved, he thought of a certain possibility, squinted his eyes slightly, slid down the big tree, retreated in the opposite direction, disappeared suddenly, and he didn't know where he went.
The sun is moving westward inch by inch, and Sean is moving westward inch by inch. The west is the western sky, which may be death, or the pure land.
Naturally, the Mission and Xinyang will not report all their plans to Shangshanhu, but Xiao En also has another back-up plan. The mountain road went up and up, and when it came to the end, there was a hill with shallow grass growing on the edge of the cliff. To the left was a stone road that passed through the horse farm of the Shangjing Military Camp. The meeting place agreed by Uesugi Tiger and Xiao En was here.
The reddish light in Xiao En's eyes had already dimmed a lot. He tilted his shoulders slightly, let the slightly wet sticks on his body fall to the ground, patted his buttocks, and sat down. Since no one responded, then this plan must have been detected by the court of Qi State, and he knew without thinking that someone must be waiting for him here.
Just like the trance on the meadow by the Wudu River, Sean felt tired again, and he didn't want to go anymore.
"Come out."
His slightly dry lips opened and closed, uttering a few words.
When the voice fell, Asakusa trembled slightly, and a swordsman in a black shirt slowly walked over from the end of the mountain road. This swordsman has a very tall forehead, a very white complexion, and a hint of vicissitudes between his eyebrows and eyes. He is about forty years old, and his right hand is extremely stable on the hilt of his waist. It is a cold sword.
"He Taoist?" Xiao En narrowed his eyes slightly, and two cold lights shot out.
This swordsman was He Daoren, one of the rare ninth-rank masters in the Northern Qi Dynasty. The eighth-rank Cheng Jushu that Fan Xian dissected on the street of Niulan a year and a half ago was his disciple.
He Daoren's face was pale, and he was dressed in black, which was as incompatible as snow and charcoal. He held the hilt of his sword very respectfully, lifted it upside down, and bowed with both fists: "The younger generation has seen Mr. Xiao."
In the Northern Qi Dynasty, except for Ku He, everyone could only show the courtesy of a junior when they saw Xiao En.
"Unexpectedly, the young swordsman back then has become the most powerful swordsman in Jinyiwei." Xiao En coughed twice, still sitting on the ground, and lightly thumped his knee.
"Many years have passed." Taoist He looked at Xiao En with sincere respect, "I am not a dog of Jin Yiwei, I am a servant of the Empress Dowager, and I am here today to ask Mr. Xiao to rest in peace."
Xiao En said softly: "You have to know that this world belongs to His Majesty after all."
Taoist He knew what the old man meant, the emperor didn't want to kill Xiao En, and he would undoubtedly offend the young emperor if he blindly stood in the position of the queen mother. He smiled slightly and looked around: "I thought that today I would see that handsome young man named Fan from the Southern Dynasty."
Xiao En coughed twice again, and said, "I never thought that this old man would be just a bait before he died, even though he was running rampant all his life."
"My lord, there is no need to be sad. Since the surname Fan retreated when he had the opportunity, he is lucky."
With a bang, Taoist He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the whole person flew towards him like a bird, forming a straight line with his wrists, elbows, elbows and shoulders, piercing Xiao En's heart!