"I'm so excited..."
Fan Xian stepped on the railing on the top floor of the Baoyue Tower Suzhou branch, and fanned the wind with the other hand. The cold rain that had lasted for several days at the end of spring stopped, and the heat came and went, instantly making the air temperature rose.
He squinted his eyes, looked at the funeral procession passing through the street, and couldn't help laughing when he heard the babbling sounds of mourning and joy—Ming Qingda really had a way, the sadness and anger on the surface was different from his own. The intention of sharing the sky is full, and it is to let the burial ceremony of the old lady of the Ming Dynasty go through the city. This road is so ostentatious. Along the road, there are citizens setting up small cases, offering fruits and offering sacrifices, and some of them have received benefits on weekdays. The beggar in the street kowtowed to the huge coffin slowly walking along the street.
The sound of sorrow and joy is actually quite pleasant sometimes, at least to Fan Xian's ears at this time.
He shook his fan, and couldn't help but sighed again: "You're very energetic..."
The wind blows from the fan, so he doesn't bother to fight with Ming Yuan. Using a dead person to obstruct his eyes doesn't feel too exciting. If you want to swim in the street, go for a swim. Anyway, it won't do you any real harm. .
After sweeping away Ming Lao Liu and the related confidantes of the old matriarch, Ming Qingda has gradually and firmly controlled the situation in Ming Yuan. The unnatural death of the old lady gave out the last roar of death.
The scholars who were clamoring in the city of Suzhou a few days ago were divided by Fan Xian's trick, and they were educated with sticks. They couldn't get the support of the Ming family, and their momentum suddenly weakened. Just as Fan Xian expected, the so-called righteous indignation cannot last forever.
Of course, Fan Xian also knew that if he wanted to suppress the voice of revenge within the Ming family, he must have suffered a lot from the old man Ming Qingda. Hard work, these embarrassments, and this anger must be swallowed.
What really made Fan Xian happy was that the crows who had scattered among the crowd the other day had sent back news. I wonder if it was the sudden silence of the Ming family that made the elders of the Junshan Society too late to react, at least in the Jiangnan area. Well, some deacons of the Junshan Society made some rather stupid responses—such as provoking citizens to gather crowds to make trouble.
Relying on the secret investigation of the Overwatch Council in this matter, and on the several people Ming Qingda had secretly sold to Huayuan, the Overwatch Council had already set its sights on a certain manor in the lower reaches of the river, which was a stronghold of the Junshan Society in the south of the Yangtze River.
Maybe it's just an inconspicuous manor, and it's not important to the Junshan Society, but Fan Xian needs to eradicate them to show his attitude.
Since I am in the south of the Yangtze River, it is best for you Junshan Society to be honest for the time being.
If you're dishonest, I'll shut you up.
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Black cavalry cannot enter the Ming Garden, this is because His Majesty does not like to see the Overwatch Council's military force enter the local government affairs too much, but for Junshan Society, a mysterious organization that even faintly opposes the imperial power, His Majesty the Emperor of Qing He probably wouldn't care what method Fan Xian would use.
Xue Qing, Governor of Jiangnan Road, did not object to Fan Xian's plan either. After all, it was too late to ask the capital for instructions.
Today, the old lady of the Ming Dynasty went to her funeral and was buried, and it was also the time when five hundred black riders sneaked across the river and went to bloodbath somewhere.
The funeral procession had already passed through the long street below Baoyue Building. Fan Xian noticed that some dignitaries had carefully withdrawn from the procession. On the one hand, these Jiangnan people did not want to offend the Ming family, and on the other hand, they did not dare to offend the imperial envoy too much. For the sake of my lord, I sent it to the gate of the city and turned back on my own.
"I'm so excited..."
With the power in hand, why be afraid of the people's opinion? Although Fan Xian was not in high spirits, he began to feel in his heart that power is really like a drug. No wonder Xizhe said something, and Shaolong relayed it. It is common in forums. Absolute so-and-so brings absolute so-and-so.
But Fan Xian knew that he didn't need to be corrupt. He thought without shame that his spiritual realm was still relatively high, so he couldn't help but sighed for the third time.
In the script, at this time someone should jokingly ask: "Why, my lord..."
It's a pity that Wang Qinian will not be able to return to Nanqing in another half a year. Deng Ziyue beside him pondered for a long time with a strange expression, before he choked out a sentence: "My lord... seems to be in a good mood."
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Fan Xian spat with a smile, and said, "Of course I'm in a good mood. This old lady died cleanly. She was on a tall building, watching other people go to graves, so she couldn't be happier."
Deng Ziyue thought to himself what joy there is, and couldn't help but remonstrate: "Jiangnan people..."
After only saying three words, Fan Xian stopped him, and said with a sneer, "Don't repeat those remarks, what is public opinion, these people will forget them all in a few months. What kindness, what benefits, it's just Being able to remember for a few days is no match for the importance of cooking without oil and rice at home. People... people are the most forgetful kind of people in the world."
The words had something to point to, and the point to it was naturally in Fan Xian's life experience, in the Ye family that had been blown away by rain and wind and turned into the imperial treasury.
Back then, the Ye family was ten times more beautiful, ten times more powerful, and ten times more benevolent to the people than the Ming family today. To seek justice for the Ye family
Deng Ziyue was startled and silent, knowing that he had touched Lord Tisi's pain for many years, he dared not speak again, and finally understood why Lord Tisi would sneer at it whenever he mentioned the public opinion, and didn't care.
"The courtiers we serve are His Majesty's courtiers, not these common people." Fan Xian said something completely opposite to serving the people.
With the situation at this point, what else is Fan Xian dissatisfied with? The Ming family is the monkey in the palm of the hand, Jiangnan must be, Xia Qifei has sent back news from Jiangbei, and he hooked up with his second brother a few days ago, the turmoil in the household department in Beijing is stable, and the herbs in Hangzhou are in a hurry. Dafang is in full swing, and under the watchful eye of the shopkeeper of Qingyutang, it is serious and lively...
As for the officialdom, the relationship between Fan Xian and Xue Qing is getting closer, and His Majesty's trust in him in the palace has not diminished a bit, especially after the incident with the Ming family, Fan Xian's self-defeating reputation, there is no doubt that more The emperor was willing to take pity on his illegitimate son.
Looking left and right, it's all about his big victory. As for the Junshan Club... A sneer flashed across Fan Xian's lips. The old cripple in the Chen Garden outside Beijing didn't know what he was thinking. Anyway, Fan Xian didn't plan to be here. There is too much research on this matter, the so-called raising tigers is like this.
To completely wipe out the Junshan Society, first of all, this is a very difficult thing to accomplish. Even if Fan Xian chatted wildly and risked losing most of his own strength, he might not be able to accomplish this. Just look at that extremely tyrannical The second priest of the Qing Temple and the three masters of the stone are just abandoned pawns thrown out by Junshan. One can imagine how much terrifying power is hidden in this nominally loose organization.
Even if with the help of the father and the old cripple, the whole family worked hard and succeeded in overthrowing the Junshan Society, Jiangnan was established, the monarchy was stable, and the emperor would not allow Fan Xian to lead the army to fight, what else could Fan Xian do? Staying in that dark room of the Overwatch Council for the elderly at a young age
Fan Xian did not want to be the second Chen Pingping, so he would not rush to resolve and extinguish certain conflicts, but hoped that such conflicts would slowly bloom in a situation he could control, like a flower with flowers. Poisonous flowers.
Of course, he didn't expect that the thoughts in Baoyue Tower today were so consistent with the old cripple's thoughts. Both the old and the young were secretly working hard for a purpose that could not be announced. The only regret is that these two people seem to be unwilling to communicate with each other, maybe... because they don't want to implicate each other
Not getting into the details of the Junshan Society does not mean not dealing with the Junshan Society. The Junshan Society has wronged Fan Xian a few times in the south of the Yangtze River, and he will always pay back the debt, so at this time, the black knight is quietly walking forward on that mountain road. OK.
After several months of calculations, the only small loophole is the accountant of the Junshan Club, Mr. Zhou. This person has never been silenced, and under the surveillance of Ming Qingda and himself, he was able to escape silently, which shows that this person must be an important role in the Junshan Society, and maybe he has the true identity of the Junshan Society. Insider.
And Haitang... never came back, Fan Xian's eyebrows were slightly worried, that Mr. Zhou must be under the protection of a very powerful person.
He left from the railing, sat back on the table, and instructed Deng Ziyue: "Contact the Governor's Mansion, and issue a sea arrest document..."
His voice was very low: "The portrait of Steward Zhou, the Ming family has already sent someone to deliver it, you hand it to the Governor's Mansion, and both sides will check it together."
Deng Ziyue froze, knowing that the lord had no good idea, so he had to use the power of the government to try to force him from the outside. As for the portrait, he also knew that it was the old lady's personal maid. drawn.
Fan Xian sighed, and said, "If Mr. Zhou can be caught alive... Tell me, isn't this a wonderful thing?"
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"It's really a wonderful idea."
The top floor of Baoyue Building was empty, only Fan Xian was sitting at the table. At this moment, there were two more people at the table on the other side of the railing, and following Fan Xian's words, he accepted Fan Xian's words indifferently. One sentence!
There were countless sounds of metal being unsheathed, resounding in the attic, full of sternness.
The seven tiger guards headed by Gundam held the odd-shaped long knife tightly in both hands, and turned into a mountain shape, guarding Fan Xian behind him!
On the side of the building at the same time, more than a dozen swordsmen from the Sixth Division of the Overwatch Council poured out. Their long swords had not been drawn, and their hands were already holding up black-painted, not very reflective, looking sinister crossbow arrows. The two people at the table.
There was no one in the building, but there were two more people quietly. The arrival of the other party was not only hidden from the swordsmen of the Sixth Division of the Overwatch Council, but also from the Tiger Guards, and also from Fan Xian, who had already recovered from his internal injuries. What kind of realm!
However, Fan Xian's defense also reacted extremely quickly, separating the two people in an instant.
More than ten crossbow arrows, plus the Seven Tiger Guards who can fight against the blossoming begonias, and Fan Xian, who was a ninth-rank early Jin, even if it was Yun Zhilan from Dongyi City and Lord Langtao from the Northern Qi Dynasty, everyone would have confidence, Take the opponent down easily.
But those two people faced such a situation, but they didn't show any strange expressions at all. One of them had a forced smile on his face, while the other, who was wearing a hat, only showed a sense of indifference and a stare. Everyone is as indifferent as nothing.
The man wearing the hat slowly raised his head, revealing that ancient face, with no expression on his face, just those eyes, looking at the people in the building, as indifferently as looking at a group of dead people.
"You want Mr. Zhou? This is Mr. Zhou."
That person was surrounded by a group of crossbows, as comfortable as a spring breeze, and naturally a domineering aura emerged out of thin air, looking at Fan Xian coldly across the crowd.
"But I won't give it to you."
Fan Xian looked at the man through the clothes of the tiger guards, his heart moved slightly, and he said calmly, "It turns out that you are protecting Mr. Zhou, no wonder Haitang has never succeeded... Since you refused to give me the man, then you come and see him." What do I do? I'm not in the habit of chatting with uninvited guests."
The man said indifferently: "One deal, withdraw the black knight, and I will spare your life."
spare your life? Under such circumstances, to say that Fan Xian's life was spared
Unless he is a fool, he will have such confidence. But Fan Xian knew very well that the other party was definitely not a fool, so the other party must have the ability to kill him in such a situation.
So Fan Xian laughed instead, and asked, "How is Haitang?"
The man suddenly rolled his eyes strangely: "I rarely kill women."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "That's good... let it go."
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Very abrupt, a very unexpected word!
The mobile phone springs of the six swordsmen of the Overwatch Council were loosened, and more than thirty crossbow bolts fed with poison were divided into three batches and shot towards the table like a dense rain of death!
It's too late to care about Mr. Zhou and the Junshan Club. As long as he can kill the person in front of him, Fan Xian thinks it's worth it... high-spirited? There was a wry smile on the corner of his lips.