The carriage stopped at the gate of the Overwatch Council. Fan Xian got out of the car and walked directly to the courtyard, smiling at the officials he met along the way. This was the first time he came to the courtyard after the "chaos of rumors", so he found the officials in the courtyard His eyes were normally burning.
In fact, many lower-level officials don't know who Ye Qingmei is, but looking at those few lines of golden words every day, and the name below that looks down on the world's men, after a long time, there will always be some family-like familiarity and intimacy.
And under Chen Pingping's intentional or unintentional indulgence of publicity, the leaders of the Eight Great Offices, Zong Zhui and those old guys began to publicize to their subordinates what kind of business the Ye family was back then, and what the Ye family had done for the Overwatch Council , and finally raised this theoretical height to - without the Ye family, there would be no Overwatch Council.
After all, the Ye family was accused of treason, so at the beginning, when the superiors boasted about the Ye family, the officials of the Overwatch Council couldn't help feeling anxious, but found that the court didn't seem to taboo on this, and Fan Tisi's other identity also It was very interesting-so everyone began to be interested in knowing some details of the year.
After several times of brainwashing, the staff in the courtyard felt very kind to the Ye family back then, as if they were soldiers and civilians. Now they know that Fan Tisi is the biological son of the name on the stone tablet. In addition to the usual respect, there is a little more real fear and intimacy.
It's no wonder that the old dean will preside over this seemingly frail son to take over the Overwatch Council in the future.
Qing people, regardless of officials or citizens, still take things for granted. Now Fan Xian has gradually shown his strength and enough wisdom in court affairs, and he has the identity of a descendant of the Ye family who cannot be publicized but is well known to everyone. He has full control over the Overwatch Council, which will be of great help, at least the doubts of the people inside have basically been eliminated.
Fan Xian didn't have time today to take advantage of this opportunity to subdue thousands of officials in the courtyard. He hurriedly walked to the large lawn surrounded by the Fangzheng building. Today, the winter snow is gone, the spring breeze is still far away, the tall trees are desolate and unclothed, and the shallow pool is as frozen as a mirror. The fish in it must have died long ago. .
Surrounded by thick fur, Chen Pingping was sitting in a wheelchair, listening to the weeping, melodious singing voice around her, with her eyes slightly closed, her right hand lightly tapping the beat on the handle of the wheelchair, da da da clatter.
This scene easily reminded Fan Xian of a certain world where there were some old men who liked to sit on shabby rattan chairs, the afternoon sun slipped into the alley, and the old gramophone was playing Listening to the records of old Shanghai, Yao Li or Bai Hong's soft but mellow singing, just entangled with a little bit of sunshine...
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But the problem is that Chen Pingping is not Li Jinguang, and he is not listening to the gramophone. The level of the elderly is much higher than that of ordinary people.
Fan Xian didn't have time to appreciate the old cripple's petty bourgeoisie with feudal characteristics, and looked sympathetically at the girl Sangwen who was standing under a dead tree in the winter and kept singing ditties. The girl's face was a little red from the cold, But the voice didn't tremble very much. I don't know if it's because I'm used to singing in the cold weather these days, or because my singing skills are really amazing.
"Reckless." Fan Xian waved his hand to make Sang Wen stop, and said with a smile, "I invited Miss Sang to the hospital because I want to take advantage of her ability, not to ask her to sing you a song."
Chen Pingping opened her eyes and said with a smile: "The division of labor is different, but they all serve the imperial court. If Miss Sang can make me feel happy and live for two more years, it will be much better than staying by your side."
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat and he knew what Chen Pingping meant. It seemed that he also knew that his body would not last long.
"I'm leaving soon." He patted Chen Pingping's wrinkled and dry back of his hand lightly, "I'm going to take Sang Wen away, and Baoyue Tower will develop to the south of the Yangtze River."
"She'll leave in spring." Chen Pingping sighed, "It's good to have someone to take care of you with His Highness the Third Highness."
Fan Xian was very annoyed, how he almost forgot about the third child.
Sang Wen respectfully gave a blessing, and left with Su Wenmao far away, leaving space for the two powerful officials of the Overwatch Council, the young and the old, to talk.
They were far away, so they couldn't hear what Chen Pingping and Fan Xian were talking about. They only saw Fan Xian squatting on the ground, his face seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and after Chen Pingping was silent for a while, he laughed again, and patted Fan Xian gently. Patting the top of Fan Xian's head seemed to comfort him.
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"Let's go." Fan Xian said to Su Wenmao, and then glanced at Sang Wen beside him. Sang Wen was the one who rescued Baoyuelou by himself, and was directly transferred to the Overwatch Council, so he can be regarded as someone he can trust. However, these days, Sang Wen basically has no chance to follow him. Instead, he is responsible for singing ditties to Chen Pingping every day. .
"How's Miss Sang doing recently?" Fan Xian asked.
Sang Wen smiled gently, his chubby cheeks looked very happy, his slightly big mouth was not too glaring, and he said in a harmonious voice: "I have nothing else to do every day, just sing some ditties to the old man, it's very relaxing. "
"Very good." Fan Xian said with a smile: "According to the director, you will go to Jiangnan in a few months. This time..."
He suddenly paused, and said in a harmonious voice, "You are by the dean's side, so make him happier."
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The carriage stopped at the gate of the Overwatch Council, ready to go in the direction of Ershibalipo. The emperor had set Fan Xian too close to the capital and had too little time, so Fan Xian was a little caught off guard for a while. There were many things that had to be arranged before leaving Beijing and had to be done within a few days, so today he seemed Very busy.
Gundam and the other three tiger guards were still not on the carriage. Fan Xian always didn't trust these bodyguards enough.
Fan Xian waited for a while, then Su Wenmao got into the car, rubbed his red hands, and said in a low voice: "The third place has adjusted the archives of the palace gate. Eunuch Yao went to the suburbs of Beijing. This matter is not kept secret." , so the palace did not order the court to sell the files."
"What did Lao Yao go to the suburbs of Beijing?" Fan Xian asked curiously.
Su Wenmao put his palm across his throat and made a gesture of cutting his throat: "The little eunuch among the assassins of the Hanging Temple last time... the adoptive parents are in a village on the outskirts of Beijing. Eunuch Yao is going to deal with this matter. He left with his guards .”
Fan Xian frowned, sighed after a while, and said, "Assassinating the Holy Majesty, that little eunuch never thought about the consequences, never thought about it... Whether he succeeds or not, the relatives in the village will die for it." clean."
The carriage moved slowly.
Su Wenmao looked at Lord Tisi's face with a little hesitation, and didn't want to understand why. Assassination is a serious crime of treason. This time the palace has controlled the range of implicated eunuchs. It is considered a benevolent government if there is no implicated eunuch of the nine clans.
"Your Excellency is kind, but you can't let go of things like this." Su Wenmao explained: "It's just that dozens of people died."
Fan Xian was not a hypocritical person, and the discomfort in his heart had other reasons, he said: "I just hate that little eunuch who only wants revenge, but doesn't care about the kindness of his adoptive father and mother."
Su Wenmao was surprised, and said after a while: "Speaking of a treasonous thing, the revenge of killing one's father is irreconcilable, so the little eunuch should naturally be hacked into pieces, and his bones should be smashed into ashes, but no one thinks it is surprising that he made such a choice."
Fan Xian was silent, sneering in his heart. Starting from the emperor, the Qing Kingdom emphasizes governing the world with filial piety, and in the Qing law, it is even possible to acquit him of any crimes related to concealment from relatives. A look of disgust suddenly appeared between his brows, but he couldn't tell anyone around him. He thought in his heart that the little eunuch sacrificed the hard work of his adoptive parents and put them to death in order to avenge his father. As it should be—what kind of shit logic is that.
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Arriving at Ershibalipo, the carriage went along the long street. The brightly painted shop doors along the street seemed to welcome Fan Xian's arrival. When the car arrived in front of Qingyu Hall, Su Wenmao had not had time to hand over the greeting card, when he heard a few creaking sounds, the middle door of this huge yard, which had not been opened for a long time, just opened without any scruples, welcoming someone coming.
The seventeen shopkeepers of Qingyu Hall were not in their huts today, nor did they settle their accounts in various princely mansions, but stood neatly at the door to greet them. Seeing Fan Tisi get out of the car, the seventeen people Unanimously half kneeling on the ground, saluted.
Fan Xian hurriedly asked the shopkeepers to stand up, glanced at the acquaintance who was ranked seventh, and nodded with a smile.
Shopkeeper Ye Da is nearly half a century old this year, with soft eyebrows and eyes, knowing that the door is not a place to talk, and I don't know how this young master dared to come in broad daylight—but he still maintained his calmness, raised his hand, please Fan Xian entered the hall and took a seat, and another servant went to greet the people next to him. It's just that the three of them shook their heads, and they were loyal to His Majesty's strict orders, and they never left Fan Xian.
Fan Xian signaled Ye Da Wuhai with his eyes, and then entered the central hall, and after he was seated, he ordered the three of Gao Gao to stand guard outside the door.
At this time, there were no outsiders in the hall, and the seventeen shopkeepers were a little shy, a little scared, and a little excited. Now it is rumored that the young official in front of him is a descendant of the Ye family... the young lady's own son! God, if this matter is true, then Fan Tesi must have something important to say when he came here today. It's just that Fan Xian is sitting in the top position at this time, if he refuses to admit his identity, the shopkeepers in the Qingyu Hall will not have the courage to hug their thighs and cry seriously.
Fortunately, Fan Xian did not allow this silence to last too long. After pondering for a while, he said, "Anzhi came today because of the incident a year and a half ago."
Shopkeeper Ye Da never expected Master Xiao Fan to say this, he was a little surprised, and stared at him in a daze.
Fan Xian explained with a smile: "Back then, I had the intention to let my younger brother Sizhe join the big shopkeeper, but the big shopkeeper was busy with other things, so he forgot to inform me, and asked my second brother to come to the door with bacon. Now I am not a good man. My younger brother, I don’t know where he is, so there is no need to mention this matter again. But the shopkeeper, don’t mention the other thing you said at the beginning, you also forgot.”
How could Ye Da forget
On that day, Fan Xian secretly pointed out that he would be in charge of the internal treasury in the future, and he came to seek the help of Qing Yutang, allowing himself and others the possibility of leaving Beijing. Fan Xian's proposal made all the deacons in the Qingyu Hall very excited. If they could leave the capital and get close to the property left by the young lady, these shopkeepers would of course be happy, but they were always intimidated by the emperor's prestige, and they also They didn't dare to judge whether Fan Xian had the ability to talk about the palace. The most important thing was that they didn't know what Fan Xian's purpose was or what he had in mind, so they didn't take the initiative to give Fan Xian an explanation afterwards.
But who knew that the changes in the current situation were so wonderful. First of all, Fan Xian suddenly rose to become the most popular young official in the Qing Kingdom within a year and a half, and it became a certainty that he would be in charge of the internal treasury... Now there is another Rumor has it that he is the young lady's son.
If this matter is true, then the reason why Fan Xian gathered Qingyu Hall is very obvious.
Shopkeeper Ye Da coughed twice, and said with a solemn expression: "My lord, we are naturally very willing... But I don't know whether the palace will allow it or not." Now he no longer doubts Fan Xian's thoughts, but still Doubt Fan Xian's ability.
Fan Xian laughed and nodded.
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There was a buzzing sound in the hall, and the faces of the seventeen experienced shopkeepers showed shock and endless joy. Since the collapse of the Ye family, they have been under house arrest in the capital, and they have been unable to leave. They suddenly smelled so good. News, where can it be self-sustaining.
Fan Xian took a sip of tea, and seeing the innocent smiles of these shopkeepers in their 40s and 50s, he also showed a very sincere smile on his face. Because of their mothers, these people were trapped in the capital when they were young because of their mothers. Now I can do something for them, and I am very happy.
"Of course we can't all go." Fan Xian reminded: "Family members must also stay in Beijing." The shopkeepers who were weeping happily were startled, and then heard him continue to say: "After going to Jiangnan, take your turn, just be Vacation, how do you guys feel?"
It was only then that everyone realized that Mr. Fan was telling a naughty joke, and after being surprised, they burst out laughing.
Fan Xian warned a few more words, encouraging everyone to think of the grace of God, to contribute to the imperial court and other nonsense, this nonsense is naturally for the Huwei outside the door, and then he said softly: "This time the shopkeeper Qiye is If you want to trouble me to go with me, as for the rest of you, please discuss it yourself... However, you have to keep an older one in the capital."
Qiye was standing beside him at this moment, and asked with a frown.
Fan Xian said with a smile: "Baoyue Tower will be empty soon, you have to take care of it for me, and I have to ask an old and respected person to preside over such a place of ecstasy."
It was another cold joke, but the shopkeepers could only smile bitterly at the scene. After a long time, the laughter finally calmed down, but there was some faint and different emotion in the hall.
In fact, the shopkeepers didn't listen carefully to what Fan Xian had to say, they were just looking at his face seriously, trying to find some familiar places from it. Fan Xian came here today, although he didn't say anything, but what he did has already explained too much, including Ye Da shopkeeper, he has long believed that the other party is really a descendant of the Ye family.
In the silence, shopkeeper Ye Da was in front of him, and the other thirteen shopkeepers stood behind him in two rows. Facing Fan Xian who was sitting in the middle, they lifted their fronts and knelt down neatly.
"Follow the young master's orders."