The second prince left Baoyue Tower with a strange indifference on his face. No matter what kind of information he obtained during this conversation, and how much trust and fear he had in Fan Xian's purpose, the facts tonight have proved a lot. His influence in the capital has been mercilessly uprooted by Fan Xian, and now there are only two paths before him, one is to firmly rely on the eldest princess, and the other is, as Fan Xian thought, to do it honestly. Get out of the war for succession.
If you have no strength, what can you fight for? But the Second Prince also knew in his heart that if the situation continued like this, if Fan Xian did not wipe out his power tonight, then in the near future, either the Qing Kingdom would fall into turmoil, or he would be ruthlessly eliminated.
But he would not feel the slightest gratitude towards Fan Xian, because Fan Xian forced him to a dead end.
After the first prince spoke a few words with Fan Xian, he also left Baoyue Tower with a worried expression on his face, taking the third prince with him at the same time. The conversation among the brothers in the royal family was not very pleasant, and since the third brother was going back to the palace, it would be more appropriate for him, as the commander of the imperial army, to take him back along the way.
At this time, the night was getting darker. If there were no thick snow clouds in the sky, I would definitely be able to see the moon moving to the position where it should be in the middle of the night.
Fan Xian didn't leave Baoyue Tower. He sat alone for a long time, let the building clean up a pot of clear soup and mutton slices, and ate it. He felt a little hot all over after eating, and drank a few glasses of wine before slowly standing up and walking to the window. He looked down twice.
There was a deathly silence outside the window, the people from the capital and the garrison had all evacuated, the Baoyue building was closed today, the girls had gone to bed early, and only a few clever people were left to wait on him.
Red candles stand still in the building. Fan Xian asked Shi Qing'er to prepare a bucket of hot water, and took a comfortable bath.
After taking a bath, he rubbed his flushed cheeks and asked, "Has the eldest prince been to Yangonion Lane these two days?"
Shi Qing'er was listening, knowing that the big boss was talking about the Hu princess, she shook her head, and was about to go up to help him get dressed, but he waved her out.
After a while, Sang Wen came in. The gentle shopkeeper of Baoyuelou squatted slightly and carefully put on his underwear. His fingers slid across the surface of his well-proportioned muscles. Gan Duo moved, and carefully tied the dark crossbow, which was only three fingers wide, to his left forearm.
Putting on the boots and inserting the black slender crossbow head into the boots, Sang Wen stood up and made the final adjustments to Fan Xian's clothes, protecting the black Overwatch Council official uniform that covered Fan Xian's every possible damage. skin, he nodded.
Fan Xian smiled in appreciation, confirmed that the pills on his body were not missing, patted Sang Wen on the head, and walked out of the room.
Sang Wen was slightly startled and said, "My lord, sword?"
Fan Xian turned around. Looking at the Great Wei Tianzi Sword held in Sang Wen's hand, his expression was calm, but a hint of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, and he said after a while, "This sword is too bright, so don't take it, just put it here for now."
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The triple leather curtain of Baoyue Building was lifted, and the person in charge respectfully sent Fan Xian out of the door. At this time, he had already lifted up the back hat of Lianyi and put it on his head, letting the shadow Covering his pretty face. Stepping down the stone steps outside the building, he couldn't help but look up at the heavy night, as if he wanted to confirm whether it would snow later.
As the carriage drove over, he shook his head, indicating that he wanted to take a walk, so he headed east first.
He did not bring the Tiger Guards with him for the banquet held in Baoyue Tower today, and all the forces of the Overwatch Council in the capital have carried out numerous raids under the cover of night, and even the forces of the Qi Nian team have invested in it, so they are now by his side It's just a few guards and a coachman of Fan Mansion.
Everyone knew about the banquet in Baoyue Tower today, and also heard about the turmoil in the capital tonight, and they all thought that the young master was going to walk and think, so they didn't dare to disturb him, and just let the carriage follow at a distance.
Not far to the east, just turn around and enter a straight street, a long street.
Straight street.
Wearing a lotus robe, he stopped suddenly, as if he was listening to something, then he waved his hand to signal the cars behind not to follow, while he walked into the street by himself.
At this time, the night was already deep, and a strange mist suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Kyoto where the snow had not stopped. The mist was heavier than the air, gathered from all directions, and gradually permeated the long street.
The slightly white fog is not very colorful in the night streets of Kyoto without lights, but it effectively hinders people's vision, making people blind and unable to see their fingers.
The carriage following behind did not dare to let Fan Xian travel alone this night, and was not prepared to follow his arrangement, but they still had to stop at this moment.
The guards of the Fan Mansion in the car turned the lanterns of Qi Sifeng to a little brighter, but the dim yellow light only illuminated the front fog, just like the breath of clouds on the top of the Cangshan Mountain, but they couldn't detect very far, and it was already out of sight That lonely figure in the black lotus robe.
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On the long street, the white mist gradually dissipated, and only the faint sound of Fan Xian's footsteps could be heard, resounding in an extremely steady and steady rhythm. Other than that, there was not a single sound. It seemed that there were no living creatures on the street. .
Tonight, the Overwatch Council seems to have killed all the people it wanted to kill, and the people it wanted to arrest have already been arrested and put into the Heavenly Prison, under the watchful eye of the Seventh Division. The people in Kyoto who don't know these things are greedy for warmth in their beds, the dignitaries who are out at night have already returned to their homes in shock, the people who are on watch are slacking off, and the officers and soldiers of the Thirteenth City Gate Division are just watching the city gate.
The footsteps kept moving forward, and then seemed to notice something, and then stopped in the white mist. A gust of winter night wind blew past, and the fog on the long street was slightly thinned, and the end of the long street could be vaguely seen.
There should be no one at the end of the long street, but it always feels like someone is guarding there. Wearing lotus clothes, he stopped in his tracks, raised his head, and looked straight ahead calmly, as if he wanted to see who it was.
Then he saw a man.
The man was tall and tall, with shoulders like iron, standing at the end of the long street there like a mountain, with a long bow behind him and a quiver on his back, with thirteen arrows in the tube.
The wind stops, the fog thickens, and it disappears.
Tonight is the time for Fan Xian to ask the Overwatch Council to launch a general attack on the second prince's family, but he seems to have forgotten that when your attack is the most violent, your defense is often the weakest. At this time, there is no one else around him to rely on ,only myself. He was retaliating against the assassination in the valley, retaliating for no reason, but forgot that a certain governor was also retaliating for the death of his only son.
Can you avoid the bow on the opposite side
Two years ago, he was shot down from the palace wall by this bow, and he was powerless to fight back. That bow and arrow has become the biggest gap in his martial arts practice.
So he stopped behind the fog.
On the other side of the white mist, Yan Xiaoyi lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the aura of the man behind the mist, ensuring that the man would not escape his control.
On this side of the fog, there was no sign of movement.
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Yan Xiaoyi, the former commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army, and now the governor of the Qing Dynasty, one of the few superpowers of the ninth rank in the Qing Dynasty, is naturally not a lunatic. He knows what it means to assassinate Fan Xian in the long streets of Kyoto. .
But he still didn't forcibly suppress his fighting spirit and bloodiness, because when he saw Yan Shendu's body in the Yuantai tent, he had already made up his mind, what is the purpose of his life? Even if I command the world's soldiers and horses in the future and take down this whole country, who will I entrust it to
So he is not crazy, but he is already crazy.
The capital was not peaceful tonight. No one would have thought that Fan Xian would carry out such a tyrannical sweep. At the same time, no one would have thought that the dignified governor of Peking University would abandon all his worries and return to his original hunter's mind, observing indifferently. Looking at Fan Xian, staring at Fan Xian, waiting for Fan Xian, patiently waiting for Fan Xian to die.
Although the long street is foggy, it can block people's sight, but it can't stop Yan Xiaoyi's arrows. His arrows don't need to use eyes.
He came here with thirteen feathered arrows tonight to ask Fan Xian what the phrase Thirteen Langs meant on a posted notice. If Fan Xian died, it would be worth not to ask this question—no matter how much Fan Xian improved in these years, no matter how talented he was in martial arts, Yan Xiaoyi also believed indifferently that he could definitely kill him.
This matter has nothing to do with seizing one's heir, has nothing to do with the world, it's not for justice, it's not for profit, it's just a personal enmity that cannot be resolved.
The air mechanism has been locked, the two of them are on the street and the other is in the street, there is no other way but to face each other. Fan Xian remained silent behind the fog, as if evaluating whether he should fight or retreat.
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After a long silence, Yan Xiaoyi took a step forward, the murderous aura in his body caused the white mist in front of him to sway, revealing an open space in front of him, and the air suddenly became cold again.
However... He immediately retracted his feet, glanced at the upper left eaves from the corner of his eyes, frowned slightly, and blocked his body with the stone beast on the eaves.
Taking his body and the stone beast as a line, he felt that at the end of that line, there was an extremely terrifying murderous intent waiting for him.
This is an unreasonable feeling. He grew up in the forest and dealt with wild animals, but he also developed a sensitivity like a wild animal. He would always judge the existence of danger in advance.
At this time, the longbow was already in hand, but the arrow branch was not wound, Yan Xiaoyi lowered his head slightly, feeling the changes around him—who is ambushing whom
He is a peerless powerhouse on the ninth rank. Apart from those four old monsters, Yan Xiaoyi doesn't have much to be afraid of in this world. Whenever his state reaches the peak, he will always rise in his heart. An idea of challenging the Grand Master.
Also because of his state, he could clearly perceive that there were only him and Fan Xian on the long street, so he dared to follow Fan Xian so indifferently, always ready to shoot a fatal arrow.
However, when he took that step earlier, he discovered an extremely strange phenomenon.
The first thing that bears the brunt is the unknown source of danger that is unknown, and secondly, when he falls that step, he feels that the smell of the fog behind him seems to have changed.
It's the taste, not the taste.
It's the slightest tactile change in wind and fog, not the feeling behind the entrance.
Yan Xiaoyi knew that behind him, there was always an extremely powerful person hidden. This person's martial arts cultivation base did not know what level he had reached, but he was able to hide it from him for so long, so he must have the ability to hurt himself.
He didn't dare to act rashly, because he knew that once he fired the arrow, the energy and energy he had stored for a long time would be released, revealing some flaws. Once his mind is lacking, he is not sure that he will be able to retreat completely under the combined attack of the master behind him and the danger in the distance.
There was such a cold silence on the long street, people on the other side of the fog could not move, and neither could Yan Xiaoyi on the other side of the fog.
I can't move my feet, but I can move my hands.
Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath of air, his whole figure appeared wider, his fingers slowly dropped, as if unintentionally brushing over his own bowstring.
His fingers are thick, but this movement is very gentle, like brushing the drawing paper with soft brushes, brushing the silk of the piano with onion fingers, and orchids blooming slightly.
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There was a soft hum, and the bowstring trembled.
It seems that there is a strange magic power produced on his bowstring. The slightly trembling bowstring drives the surrounding air, twists the white mist, gradually condenses into strength, cuts through the long street in front of him, and with this buzzing sound Lightly, silently, it struck towards the other end of the fog.
He attacked the person on the other side of the fog.
There was a muffled hum from the other end of the fog, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.
Yan Xiaoyi turned his wrists calmly, the longbow stood upright, no one saw how he moved, the arrow feathers were already on the string, the previous shot without an arrow was already so powerful, not to mention that now he already had an arrow on the string!
But he didn't shoot the arrow, just kept silent, because he clearly judged that the person on the other side of the fog was not Fan Xian. Although he was puzzled, since he was watching Fan Xian leave Baoyuelou, when did the other party change his bag, but he understood that hunting tonight had changed the roles of hunter and prey.
Yan Xiaoyi was fearless, as long as he had the longbow in his hand, even if two ninth-rank masters came to ambush him, he would not have any fear. On the contrary, he was a little excited that he hadn't seen for a long time. Arrows come to end a life.
The bow and arrow in his hand was not aimed, but his mind had locked on to the distant place, but the stone monster on the eaves of the house was separated on both sides, so he couldn't shoot the arrow.
Yan Xiaoyi still has some energy, put it behind him in the moment of change, but now he has returned to the usual smell of mist.
No one will move first.
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I don't know how long it has passed, but the strange fog on the long street still hasn't dissipated, and Yan Xiaoyi's mountain-like body is still standing, without the slightest sign of fatigue.
But he knew that the two people in the dark were not tired, at least he didn't let himself feel any slack in the other's mind - it was a great thing to be able to compare his patience and perseverance with himself, Yan Xiaoyi recognized the other's realm and strength.
He understood that the long street sniping in the middle of the night had reached a stalemate. He used the stone beast to protect himself, but he also blocked himself.
However, the opponent could withdraw, but Yan Xiaoyi couldn't move, he knew that he had fallen into a disadvantage.
Another long time has passed, and Yan Xiaoyi is still standing steadily on the corner of the street, as unshakable as a statue, with the longbow in hand, the arrow on the string, motionless, there is a very strange beauty.
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Suddenly at this moment, there was a coughing sound on the long street filled with white mist.
Accompanied by this strange coughing sound, a faint light was also reflected in the fog, and the light gradually brightened, approaching the corner of the street, getting closer, only to find that it was two lanterns.
The lantern was held in the hands of two young eunuchs, and the faces of the little eunuchs turned pale from the cold.
Behind the little eunuch was a small sedan chair carried by four handymen, and it was from that small sedan chair that the coughing sounds kept coming.
The sedan chair stopped beside Yan Xiaoyi, and the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted slightly, revealing an old and tired face.
This face belonged to Eunuch Hong.
Eunuch Hong blinked his turbid eyes, and said softly to Yan Xiaoyi beside the sedan chair, "The governor is very interested in enjoying the snowy night on the street, but it's already late at night, so let's go back home, and this old slave will see you off."