Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian behind the door with moss and snow across the rockery, with no expression on his face, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. After a moment of silence, he said indifferently: "You know too many things. Don't forget, I have been by your side for so many years, my lord, and I can always know something about the internal library, and these years, you have always focused on yourself. Northern Qi moved, and Fan Sizhe is still in Shangjing, if you said that you had no intention of betraying the imperial court and moving to Northern Qi, how could you convince me?"
Fan Xian coughed lightly twice, and forced a smile, "I'm also from Qing, and I have an agreement with His Majesty, if His Majesty survives this time and doesn't cleanse my people, naturally I won't." He will break up with the imperial court and stand on the side of the Northern Qi people. Please rest assured about this."
"It's a matter of national importance, the life and death of thousands of people, how can I rest assured?" Yan Bingyun's voice was extremely low, and he scolded slightly angrily: "I don't care about any weird agreement between you and Your Majesty, but If the situation changes in the future and you leave Daqing alive and go to Shangjing, who knows if you will be driven mad by anger and do those disgusting things."
"Disgusting? Do you mean to sell the secrets of the internal treasury to Northern Qi, or to attack Daqing in the south on behalf of the Qi people?" Fan Xian said with a slight smile: "In life, you always have to keep some promises, as long as His Majesty keeps his promises." Promise, these will naturally not happen... You should be clear that this assassination in the palace was just a small-scale war, and I did not use all the killing weapons."
"As long as I live, Your Majesty must be forced to accept the agreement I made with him last night." Fan Xian's eyes turned cold, and he said, "He doesn't want to cause chaos in the world, so he can't attack my people, no matter what he does. Angry, but for his great cause, he must endure it... Don't forget, those people are also people you know well, they used to be your partner, your friend, your colleague! If you kill me at this time, I don't have a leader in the power at hand, and if I say a word without humility, there will be no leader in a group of dragons, and your majesty can cut it slowly with a soft knife."
"Could it be that you just want those people you used to be very familiar with to fall under His Majesty's butcher's knife one by one?" Fan Xian stared into Yan Bingyun's eyes and said word by word.
After a moment of silence, Yan Bingyun replied: "Sir, it seems that you have been thinking about this matter for a long time, but you must be clear, there is only one day in the sky, and there is only one king in the world. If you are alive, even if you keep silent, but I Under the superficial balance of the Daqing court, it is still divided into two pieces by you... This is not a good thing for me, Daqing."
"I just want those people I want to protect to live. For this goal, I must live. In the future, I will stand on the high hill far away, looking at Your Majesty and you in the temple indifferently. You should be vigilant."
"But don't forget that if you die, the officials and subordinates in the courtyard will have to accept this reality one day. Your majesty is so talented and powerful, and there must be a way to take back all the Overwatch Council and even your arrangements in Jiangnan." Yan Yan Bing Yun stared into his eyes, and said: "On the surface, you want to guarantee their lives, but in reality? In fact, you are only using the power of these people to threaten His Majesty and the imperial court. If you insist on not dying, you are just killing the Overwatch Council. Use it as a private device to maintain your own mind."
"Why not?" Fan Xian coughed twice, squinting at Yan Bingyun.
"Both the dean and you have said before," Yan Bingyun said with a calm face, "The Overwatch Council is a public weapon, not a private one. How can you use the country's public weapon for your own benefit? This is what I don't agree with." Your place."
"Really?" There was a slight chill in Fan Xian's eyes, and he said coldly and sarcastically, "The Overwatch Council is a public tool, and I can't use it privately... Then why didn't you bravely stand up and refute it when His Majesty used the Overwatch Council for his own purposes? he?"
These words directly hit Yan Bingyun's heart, he stared blankly at Fan Xian, unable to digest these words. In the hearts of all the courtiers in this world, His Majesty is the imperial court, the Qing Kingdom, and the public... The Overwatch Council is a public weapon, so naturally it is the sword in His Majesty's hand.
"Don't forget what you said yourself. The Overwatch Council is a public weapon, not His Majesty's private weapon. The person on the dragon chair is only one person after all. Don't use him to represent the will of the world." Fan Xian looked at Yan indifferently. Bing Yun said: "Since it is a public weapon, it naturally belongs to the virtuous person. Yes, I am not a virtuous person, but do you dare to say that His Majesty the Emperor is also a virtuous person?"
"Since I and his father and son are just two old and young bastards, it's very simple who owns this Overwatch Council artifact."
Fan Xian no longer looked at Yan Bingyun's face, took a sip of the water bottle with difficulty, and said coldly: "This courtyard was set up by Ye Qingmei, and it was left to me by Chen Pingping. Why does the emperor take it? What do you have? Are you qualified to say these boring things to me?"
"The Overwatch Council is an institution used to supervise His Majesty's Overwatch Council. If it becomes His Majesty's secret service agency, you might as well be the head of the Overwatch Council." He put down the kettle and reprimanded in a disdainful and boring tone.
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There was a dead silence. Yan Bingyun's heart was really turbulent. He had always thought that Fan Xian was only saddened by Chen Pingping's death, so he bravely stood on the opposite side of His Majesty the Emperor, but he did not expect that in Fan Xian's heart, there was no imperial power at all. Innate dignity lies! This kind of rebellious and rebellious talk is really hard for Mr. Xiaoyan to digest. He was silent for a long time, but he still didn't figure it out, because Old Dean Chen didn't teach him back then, and Fan Xian didn't say this before. Is the Overwatch Council used to monitor His Majesty? What kind of joke is this!
Glancing at Yan Bingyun's facial expression from the corner of his eye, a trace of extremely strong disappointment flashed in Fan Xian's heart. He knew that in this world, except for Chen Pingping, who was deeply influenced by his mother, and himself, no one could accept this, not even his father who was far away in Danzhou. I'm afraid it's hard to accept that it's only because of my own reasons that my father gradually separated from the Qing court.
Yan Bingyun raised his head, looked at Fan Xian quietly, and was about to make a decision. For the fundamental interests of the Daqing Dynasty, and for the goal of his life's struggle, he could not allow Fan Xian to throw too many secrets and too much power into the arms of enemies in foreign countries. But if he really wanted to send him to the palace, Yan Bingyun knew that Fan Xian would die today.
Fan Xian didn't seem to be in a hurry either, just waiting for Yan Bingyun's decision. At this time, a tired, old, and indifferent voice sounded in the shadow of the rockery: "It's so late at night, what's there to say. It's good for those women to listen to the gossip. ?”
Yan Bingyun's body froze, and he realized that it was his father who was speaking. He turned around with great difficulty, and clenched his fists in his sleeves extremely tightly. Silent for a while, knowing that his father was reminding himself of something, if he let others know that Fan Xian was hiding in his house, he would have no choice but to kill him, and his father spoke out at the moment when he made a decision, so it was for himself. Strongest warning.
Without Yan Ruohai's help, how could Fan Xian, whose meridians were all messed up after being seriously injured, hide in the secret room in the rockery, how could he be bandaged up, how could there be food and clean water beside him
Yan Bingyun knew clearly that his father's seemingly gentle and ordinary words were threatening him with his father-son relationship. If he really decided to be unfavorable to Fan Xian, then this family...would probably be defeated from now on.
Fan Xian calmly looked at Yan Ruohai in the darkness, and looked at the old man who was walking around. He held his lips and smiled with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "I won't talk about it, you go back first."
Then, he said indifferently to Yan Bingyun: "You won't listen to what I say. There are a few files in Jiage in the courtyard that I brought back from Prince Jing's mansion. When you are free these days, you Go see."
These words came out calmly, Fan Xian seemed to see that Yan Bingyun would not take action against him. Yan Bingyun stood silently for a long time, his eyes tightly closed. In the end, he left the rockery and walked towards his own house. This decision to leave quietly, I'm afraid it has destroyed some obsessions in his heart, making his back look a little depressed.
"No one will come from the rockery, don't worry." Yan Ruohai walked under the rockery, and smiled gently: "Your words about the yard earlier were very good, I hope he can understand."
Fan Xian responded with a slight smile: "It's better for the old man to teach by example and use his own head to protect mine... Everything is for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, Yan Bingyun is still reluctant to use your life and death to prove his creed. Since everything has a price Yes, presumably he will slowly figure it out."
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In the whole of Kyoto, except for the Yan family and his son, no one knew of Fan Xian's whereabouts. The arrest work in the capital was still going on like a raging fire, without any relaxation. Countless streets and alleys and houses were searched over and over again, but what made the court of the Qing Dynasty feel very strange was that Fan Xian, who was seriously injured and unable to move, disappeared from people's sight like a wandering spirit.
The Overwatch Council is also cooperating with the imperial court's intentions and carrying out all kinds of intelligence sorting work, but it is also fruitless. And this time the pursuit is mainly by the military and the inner court. The Overwatch Council is only cooperating, so the affairs are not very busy. The current director of the Overwatch Council, Yan Bingyun, is not as busy as Ye Zhong and Eunuch Yao. He was so nervous that he couldn't fall asleep. On the contrary, there were many pictures of him studying hard in the square and gloomy building on Tianhe Avenue.
Yan Bingyun listened to Fan Xian's words that night, and began to seriously read the letters and files hidden in Jiage. He carefully read it for three days and three nights before finishing it, only then did he realize that this was the notebook and letter written by Ye Qingmei to His Majesty back then, which systematically described many ideas about the future of the Qing Kingdom, but these ideas were too far-fetched. Too bold, no, it should be said to be treasonous!
These poisonous words made Yan Bingyun feel like his fingers holding the paper started to burn. He was shocked and didn't dare to read carefully, he only selected the texts about the origin of the establishment of the Overwatch Council to read carefully, because he knew that the Overwatch Council was originally a government office created by Fan Xian's mother, the Miss Ye family.
Why is there an Overwatch Council in the world? Perhaps the answer can be found in these letter files. Isn't the purpose of the Overwatch Council not to do everything for the Qing Dynasty and for His Majesty? But why are there not many places in those papers that mention the person on the dragon chair and the person who may sit on the dragon chair in the future.
No matter whether Yan Bingyun wants to read it or not, or dares to read it, those not-so-beautiful words are still wedged into his heart like a devil. He starts to meditate, starts to be in a daze, and starts to feel that he was threatened by his father that night. However, being forced to house Fan Xian in the mansion may not necessarily be a completely wrong decision that is completely harmful to the Daqing court.
He walked to the window of the secret room, looked through the glass window at a corner of the imperial city in the twilight, squinted slightly, and felt that the reflected red light was a bit dazzling. After being slightly startled, he dug out a piece of black cloth from a certain corner of the desk, tore it off again, and carefully covered it on the glass window, blocking the view of the palace. It seemed that he could feel more at ease this way.
His Majesty the Emperor in the palace was seriously injured by an assassin that day, but luckily he did not return to heaven. He just fell into a coma and woke up sometimes. He didn't know what the situation was like today, but when this mighty Emperor occasionally woke up, he was still calm and even a little indifferent. A series of pursuit orders were issued to keep Fan Xian in the territory of the Qing Kingdom. On the contrary, the court did not care much about those assassins from Northern Qi and Dongyi City, those few assassins who survived. care.
Yan Bingyun lifted a corner of the black cloth, squinted his eyes and looked at the glorious imperial city, and thought of another thing. It seems that apart from hunting down Fan Xian or looking for Fan Xian's body, the inner court is vaguely looking for something. In His Majesty's mind, it seems that that thing is more important than Fan Xian. What could it be
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The light snow fell from time to time, and the square in front of the palace had no traces left a few days ago. The bloody water mixed with snow water had been washed away, revealing the clean and tidy bluestone blocks below, and the arrow marks flying all over the sky did not leave a single trace. It proves that only the blue bricks on the vermilion wall of the imperial city, and the several frightening deep holes on the bluestone floor in the west, show the cruelty of that day, and at the same time prove to the people passing by that terrifying A Strike from Beyond the Sky did exist once, and it wasn't just a movement that people imagined.
Fan Ruoruo was wearing a snow-white cloak, and stood quietly in front of the deep palace gate under the imperial city, waiting for the imperial guards and guards to examine the waist badge for entering the palace. After Master He was assassinated in Zhongshu under his door, the defense forces of all the yamen in the entire capital were tightened to a state of wartime. And she knew well that what really terrified the court was the assassination of His Majesty, but this matter was still concealed within a certain range and did not spread to the people.
Entering the palace today is an order personally issued by His Majesty after waking up, and the Imperial Hospital personally went to Fan Mansion to invite her. This is not only because Fan Ruoruo's medical skills inherited from Qingshan and Fei Jie have reached a certain level, but more importantly, the serious injuries suffered by His Majesty the Emperor were not the internal wounds and sword marks left by those assassins, but the deadliest ones. , or those steel pieces that were splashed into the flesh and blood in the middle of the chest, and as we all know, this strange treatment method called surgery seems to be only known by the Miss Fan family in the whole world.
On the way here, Fan Ruoruo already knew the current physical condition of His Majesty the Emperor from the mouth of the imperial physician, and knew that His Majesty did not die from his shot. Yes, she didn't have any deep disappointment, but she was a little dazed.
She lived in the palace for five full months, and stayed in the imperial study for five months. It can even be said that she is the woman who has stayed with the Emperor for the longest time in these years. She is very clear that the woman is getting old. What kind of person is the king, but the key is that this king treats Fan Ruoruo differently.
"Be careful after entering the palace. If... Your Majesty is inconvenient for a while, if you want to stay in the palace for medical treatment, you have to send a message to the mansion." Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng stood beside Fan Ruoruo, and whispered, with concealed brows. Constant worry. Healing the emperor's illness was an extremely terrifying thing, but what was even more terrifying was that the injury suffered by His Majesty was inextricably related to Fan Xian, and Fan Ruoruo was Fan Xian's most beloved biological sister.
Thinking of Fan Ruoruo being under house arrest in the palace a few months ago, Shi Zi Hongcheng felt very worried and worried.
"En." Fan Ruoruo smiled slightly, the indifference and frost on his face gradually melted away, bowed his head to Hongcheng and saluted, then walked towards the palace with the imperial physician Zheng and the guards.
She has always known Li Hongcheng's intentions, and was deeply moved by it, especially in the past few days, Fan's residence has been searched repeatedly, whether it is Lin Wan'er's identity as Princess Lin Wan'er, or Fan Ruoruo's position in His Majesty's heart, Fan Xian's crime In the face of serious crimes, there is no need to mention them again, but at this moment, after returning from Xiliang Road, Li Hongcheng, who was appointed as the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, did not avoid suspicion at all, and bravely sat in Fan's mansion. Those sergeants who were like wolves and tigers managed to suppress them.
If there is no Li Hongcheng, I am afraid that life in Fan Mansion will be too sad.
Walking forward in the quiet and cold palace gate, footsteps sounded quietly. Fan Ruoruo lowered her head slightly, feeling that her brother was right. Life is a drama, and it is often a ridiculous drama. His Majesty almost died under his own gun, but at this time, he was going to treat his wounds. …
Until the moment Fan Ruoruo entered the palace, she still hadn't made up her mind how to deal with it later. She knew that His Majesty had woken up, and thanks to His Majesty's waking up and issued a decree, the Fan Mansion was not destroyed. Considering the crimes committed by Fan Xian, the entire Fan Mansion might be seized. If they were sent to prison, Lin Wan'er, Fan Ruoruo and their children would be brought into the palace at most.
But His Majesty did not issue such a decree, which made Fan Ruoruo extremely admire her sister-in-law's choice not to leave Beijing that day. Although no one knew what exactly Fan Xian and His Majesty said and what agreement they reached the night before the palace change, But at least Lin Wan'er must have guessed something, the capital is just desperately chasing and killing Fan Xian, but not suppressing the people under Fan Xian's protection with thunderous force.
The fact that the Fan Mansion did not leave Beijing to return to Danzhou undoubtedly expressed an attitude, an attitude to test the emperor's sincerity in fulfilling his promise.
Thinking of this, Fan Ruoruo admired his sister-in-law's unruffled attitude in the face of danger, and he felt a deep-rooted admiration for his brother Fan Xian in his heart. Apart from his brother, who else in this world can force a powerful After the assassination of the king, is he still forced to suppress his anger
With the palace close at hand, Fan Ruoruo gradually calmed down. She was in the Zhaixing Building that day only to help her brother escape from the capital. In fact, in the final analysis, it is impossible for her to have too much resentment towards His Majesty the Emperor. After all, more than 20 years ago, the poor baby who had never met died. , too far away from her.
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On the last day of the first month, the footsteps of the twelfth year of Qingli finally landed firmly on this land. However, the footsteps of the Nanqing court were still unsteady. Although His Majesty was able to half sit up and review the memorials, he could not be too exhausted after all. He Zongwei was dead in the middle school, and some key officials in various ministries were severely punished by Fan Xian. Clearing his hands, there was some confusion in the hall for a while, but fortunately, Master Hu had risked his life and didn't return to the mansion for seven consecutive days and nights, so it still didn't delay the important affairs of the court too much.
And the footsteps in the shadows are still chaotically trampling. The capital seems to have returned to normal, but in fact it is still under very strict control, especially for the killing of those assassins, and it has never been relieved. The court of the Qing Dynasty must be proud of this matter. Those ninth-rank powerhouses who were seriously injured by His Majesty before being shot by thousands of arrows should still be besieged in the capital and live in fear. In such a big city, the possibility of these strong men escaping was strictly sealed off. On the one hand, it was because these strong men were seriously injured;
At present, the deaths of five assassins have been confirmed, and the corpses have been transported into the palace, but at least three assassins whose names are known are still missing. Sanlang and Haitang Duoduo, the saint of the Northern Qi Dynasty, these three were almost captured several times in the capital, but they escaped in embarrassment after paying the price in blood every time.
As for... Fan Xian, he didn't even notice his shadow. That's right, Fan Xian was gone, and so was his shadow. The officials of the Qing Kingdom who were in charge of the culling did not realize until this moment that the people trained by the Overwatch Council were indeed too talented in these aspects.
However, the officials are still confident, because Master Xiao Fan was seriously injured, His Majesty said that the person's meridian has been destroyed, and it is impossible to recover within a year.
On the other hand, those court officials who went to the palace every night to report their progress and hand in their papers to ask the Imperial Majesty inevitably saw another scene that they had long been accustomed to, but now it was particularly weird. His Majesty was lying weakly on the pile of quilts. A woman dressed as an ordinary girl served His Majesty coldly but carefully, bringing medicine, drinking and feeding him.
That woman is Miss Fan's family. The officials of the imperial court had already gotten used to seeing her face in the past five months, but they never imagined that she had only been away for a day, so why did she come back again? Didn't Master Xiao Fan become the assassin's prisoner, why is his sister still serving by His Majesty's side? What is Manager Yao thinking? Don't you worry that Miss Fan's family will do something bad
Not only is Miss Fan's family serving His Majesty in the palace every day, but Fan's mansion, which is regarded as a dead place by everyone, does not seem to have turned into a hell. Once in the palace, bring some fresh food to His Majesty and tell naughty jokes.
What is this called? Your Majesty is going crazy if he wants to kill Master Xiao Fan, but he doesn't want to embarrass his wife and sister at all? This scene is so absurd and absurd that it is really incomprehensible.
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The dreary atmosphere in Kyoto was finally broken one day in early February. Eunuch Yao received a top-secret news. After a long talk with His Majesty who was weak after injury in the imperial study that night, countless people from the inner court and the military , they quietly gathered from all directions, and came to the gate of the first-class Chenghai Viscount's Mansion.
The first moment the morning light came out, the green shoots on the tree were still sleeping under the veneer, and the gate of the Yan Mansion was slammed open, and the sergeants surrounded from all directions guarded all positions, and more than twenty masters Then they jumped directly from the high courtyard wall, and they seemed to know where the target was, and they rushed directly to the rockery in the back garden.
Eunuch Yao waited calmly outside the Yan mansion with his hands in his sleeves, without the slightest intention of entering the mansion to speak. This mansion is not a simple place, not to mention how long Master Yan Ruohai has been running in the Overwatch Council, but also the young master of the Yan Mansion, after all, is also the head of the Overwatch Council.
This operation did not reveal any information to the Overwatch Council, because once the nobleman was caught in the Yan Mansion, Yan Bingyun might not be able to explain it clearly.
Mr. Xiaoyan was wearing a pajamas, looking solemnly at the sergeant who was searching around the mansion, the anger in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. However, his expression remained calm. The most successful spy in the Qing Kingdom back then had a strong heart, which was not comparable to that of ordinary people.
He did not rush to his father's residence behind the garden, but stood at the door of the bedroom, watching this scene indifferently. On the bed behind him, his wife, Miss Shen, sat up slowly and asked with a trembling voice, "What happened?"
"Don't you know what happened?" Yan Bingyun didn't turn his head, his voice was squeezed into a cold line.
Sitting on the bed, Shen Wan'er's complexion changed drastically, and after a long while, she replied with a trembling voice: "What did you say?"
"Only my father and I know, and you were the one who reminded me first." Yan Bingyun had a bitter smile on his lips, "It was true that I betrayed you back then, but it has been so many years. I have already forgotten, and we are husband and wife after all, I didn't expect that you would still be unwilling to let my old Yan's family be ruined."
Shen Wan'er's body trembled, knowing that her husband had seen through what she had done, she said sadly to Yan Bingyun's back: "I don't think so, but he is a criminal after all, if the court finds out, we will How could the family get away with it? Besides, he is a formidable person, if he hid in by himself and the mansion didn't find it, the court would believe it."
"Yeah, our family has the merits of being the first to act, but also has the crime of sheltering." Yan Bingyun's smile was so cold and bitter, "I still can't figure out why you did this. You are Bei Qi People, when did you become so loyal to my Daqing court?"
There was a lot of noise coming from the courtyard of the Yan Mansion, but the master's bedroom was so quiet. Behind Yan Bingyun, Shen Wan'er lowered her head and went silent for a long time, and finally raised her head bravely, her eyes were full of lingering resentment: "Why? What did you say? Don't forget, I'm always your wife. That's right, that matter has nothing to do with you, but you dare to say that it has nothing to do with him, Fan Xian!"
Miss Shen's voice was not very loud, but it seemed extremely sad and resentful. She looked at Yan Bingyun's back and cried bitterly: "My father was killed by Uesugi Tiger, the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and then the whole family was confiscated, and the family was destroyed... You don't know what a family is destroyed! More than two hundred members of my family died. ! My three-year-old brother died too! Who did this?"
"It was done by the Northern Qi Emperor, but you think I really don't know, it's all the idea of Fan Xian and that woman named Haitang!" Miss Shen's eyes were full of hatred, "But what can I do? ? Fan Xian is your boss, your friend, the person you never say, but the person you admire the most... Can I still expect you to avenge my family of more than two hundred people?"
"Since he dared to escape to my side and let me find out, I can't miss this opportunity." After Miss Shen finished speaking, she knew that no matter how things developed, it was impossible to win back the heart of the man in front of her. Sitting limply on the bed, I couldn't help being a little surprised, why I, a woman who didn't understand anything at first, did such a bold thing under the drive of hatred.
Yan Bingyun's body froze slightly, but there was no reaction, he just sighed inwardly, feeling a little bewildered.
The rockery in the back garden had been dug open by the soldiers, but they couldn't help staying where they were when they saw the dusty secret room inside and the space that seemed to have never been occupied by anyone.
Yan Ruohai, who was startled out of the room by the sound, seemed to be ignorant of anything, frowned and looked at the sergeants in charge of slaughtering the prisoners and the inner court masters, and said coldly, "What's going on!"
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"I hid in the mansion, but I never worried about what might happen." On the carriage, Fan Xian leaned comfortably on the cushion, although the meridians in his body were still in a mess, although at this time he was stronger than a cripple. Not as good, but it didn't affect his good mood. At least he was out of Kyoto, and seeing the more vivid scenery of the surrounding fields in Kyoto, he felt happy for no reason.
When he left Yan Mansion, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't know that it was Miss Shen who never forgot the massacre of the Shen Mansion in the capital city of Northern Qi Dynasty in the fifth year of Qingli. They are all characters who have been refined in the Overwatch Council, how could they not even notice the changes in their own house.
It was still Yan Fu's powerful ability that finally saw an opportunity to send Fan Xian out of the capital. At this time, the carriage was driving on the road in the mountains with dim morning light. The driver was an official from the Overwatch Council, but he was not an old member of Fan Xian's familiarity, nor was he an old man from the Qi Nian team. An official to preside over this matter must have enough confidence in his loyalty.
"That's Mr. Dean, with great blessings." The official of the Overwatch Council driving the car said with a smile, "Otherwise, Mr. Dean would not have found such an opportunity to send you out of the capital."
Of the two principals, the former is naturally Fan Xian, and the latter is naturally Yan Bingyun. After a moment of silence, the official suddenly said, "Master Dean wants me to ask you one last thing. Can you really promise him not to go to Northern Qi and not to betray the court?"
"You bloody bastard..." Fan Xian scolded with a grin, "Of course I will do what I say, and I'm not a guy like the old cripple who has no restrictions."
"After you return to Beijing, help me deliver this letter to Yan Bingyun, and let him find a way to deliver it to His Majesty's case." Fan Xian confessed after a moment of contemplation, and handed over a thin letter.
The content of the letter is very simple, that is, I have already left the capital, and I will fulfill the agreement with the emperor that night, and I also ask your majesty to abide by the promise of the emperor, and I wish your majesty good health and take care.
The reason why this was unnecessary was mainly because of those few friends who were still locked in the capital. Fan Xian knew that His Majesty's main target was himself. If he could escape from the capital alive, it would not be very meaningful to waste the country's power and stir up discussions to keep Thirteen Lang and the others in the capital.
The carriage turned around several times in the field of Kyoto, and circled several times. Taking advantage of the dense paths in the mountains and the several turning points prepared by the Overwatch Council, it took three full days to reach a nearby big state. Outside the state city.
Naturally, the carriage would not enter Zhoucheng, but chose to hand over here. Looking at that familiar face, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing, and said, "I'm much more at ease now that you're here."
Wang Qinian, who had been preparing to meet him outside the capital, disguised himself as an old man with wrinkles all over his face. He got into the car and inspected Fan Xian's injuries. He couldn't help but feel heavy. He wasn't in the mood to joke around. He shook his head. .
"What do I have to be?"
Wang Qinian took out the powder and calico clothes from his arms, forced a smile and said, "Pretend to be my daughter-in-law..."
Fan Xian gave a wry smile, and without making a hypocritical gesture, he took it directly and said, "It's much more convenient for you to pretend to be an old man than me."
When he was changing clothes, Wang Qinian couldn't help asking in a low voice: "My lord, did you plan to leave the capital from the very beginning?"
"I'm not a god, and plans always fail to keep up with changes."
Fan Xian gave a slight smile, and then replied: "If I can win in the palace, naturally I don't have to go out of the capital again, but since I lost, then I must ensure that I survive. Fortunately, my luck is as good as ever."
"I heard that it's not a place for people to go, and not many people can go there, but anyone who dares to go... will die."
"Who said they're all dead? Ku He is alive, and Sean is alive. My uncle and my mother are all alive and well?" Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was looking for the backs of those characters back then. He said softly: "Just surviving is not enough. I was defeated in Kyoto this time. So besides going to the temple to find my uncle, what other options do I have? This is something I have thought about a long time ago." , you don't have to stop me."
Wang Qinian's complexion was a little ugly, and he thought brokenly: "I don't want to stop you... Who in this world would dare to stop you? Those who dare to stop, except for His Majesty, are afraid that all the rest will die. It's just the temple. ... It's not the palace, it's the place where the immortals live, I'm afraid I can't find a place with you after decades of tossing around."
"Our goal is not to torment." Fan Xian coughed twice, forced his mind to control the burning pain in the meridians in his body, and forced a smile, "Don't be too scared."
This was something Fan Xian had thought up. He had more knowledge of that illusory temple than anyone else in the world. He could even vaguely capture the real background of the temple. Of course, this is all just speculation.
His Majesty was so powerful that even after that gunshot, he survived and woke up. Fan Xian knew that after this battle, His Majesty would never go out of the palace in person again to risk himself. The current situation between Fan Xian and the emperor was based on the long conversation between father and son before they started fighting. of mutual coercion. After all, this was a war between two people. Neither Emperor Qing nor Fan Xian wanted the flames of war to spread throughout the world. Therefore, Fan Xian had to find a force capable of defeating His Majesty after he suffered a disastrous defeat in this battle.
You can't find it in the world, you can only find it in the sky. Fan Xian's heart was a little heavy. He knew how noble the temple was in the hearts of the world, but he was very worried about Wuzhu's safety. For the injury of his meridians, he had to go to the temple for many reasons. one line.
"How to go?" Wang Qiqing pulled the rein and asked a very serious question. Everyone respects the temple, but no one knows where the temple is.
"Go north. Go north all the way. Go north all the way," Fan Xian said.