"Why should I make a move?" Wu Zhu actually rarely used this kind of rhetorical question, and since Fan Xian left Danzhou and came to Kyoto, he seemed to have become more mysterious than when he was in Danzhou. He hadn't met Fan Xian either.
Fan Xian's heart darkened, and he thought to himself that he was right, even if the other party was someone who watched him grow up, but he had no reason to ask him anything. In this world, he was the only one who owed Uncle Wu Zhu.
Hearing that he didn't speak, Wu Zhu turned his body slightly, and said lightly: "I said it once before, I have taught you for many years, Fei Jie has also taught you, if you still can't handle these small things, it's you It's our problem, not ours."
"I only found out afterward that the big man was actually a master of the eighth rank. Uncle, you said before that I am really the seventh rank, and I am at the third rank. I should never be the opponent of that big man." Fan Xian said with a wry smile: "You said it was My own problem, don't you care that I was killed by someone else?"
"Are you dead?" Wu Zhu asked a question with an obvious answer, a rare second question.
Fan Xian stared at the black cloth on his face and gasped, "You were by my side all the time?"
"yes."
"Then why didn't you take action?" Fan Xian lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Those three guards are dead! Teng Zijing is also injured!"
"I never cared about the life and death of anyone else except you." Wu Zhu said indifferently, "The people around you are gathered because of you, if you want to control their lives, you must protect theirs." Life, so the life and death of these guards is your responsibility, not mine."
Fan Xian fell into silence again, knowing that what Uncle Wu Zhu said was actually right.
"I can't help you too much." Wu Zhu said coldly: "On the cliff in Danzhou, I once said that in the capital, if I am by your side, I will cause you trouble. willing to face trouble."
Fan Xian smiled wryly and recalled the conversation when he was twelve years old. At that time, he said with a playful face, "I will protect you." But that could only be a naughty joke after all.
"So you remember, in Kyoto, I will never stand by your side in the sun, unless you are going to die, or... you are already dead." Wu Zhu continued without expression.
Fan Xian didn't understand what a peerless powerhouse like Uncle Wu Zhu was still afraid of, but he heard the categorical nature of these words and there was no room for negotiation, so he nodded sadly.
"Someone is coming." Wu Zhu quickly said these four words, and then disappeared into the darkness again.
The visitor was a guest, but one that Fan Xian didn't really want to see at this time. Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng walked in with a gloomy face, sat down on the bedside without seeing anyone else, and shouted in a low voice: "Do you know the news today? The envoys of the Northern Qi Dynasty refused to admit it. Those excited Tai students almost smashed Honglu Temple."
Honglushi was the Qing State's diplomatic agency, and was responsible for the exchange of documents and money with Northern Qi, various feudal states, and Dongyi, as well as other related matters. Upon hearing that the Honglu Temple was almost destroyed, Fan Xian smiled wryly and said, "These young people are really passionate, but... Northern Qi will naturally not admit it. Otherwise, if the people of the Qing Kingdom confirm it, the enemy country will actually be able to send killers in the capital Assassinate at will, I'm afraid there will be non-stop troubles between the two countries."
Li Hongcheng said with a wry smile: "It's already started to quarrel, His Majesty has issued a decree that the Northern Qi envoys who stayed in Yanjing have been driven out of the city, and even their luggage has been thrown out."
Fan Xian sneered, "It's quite quick to deal with outsiders."
Hearing other meanings in his words, Li Hongcheng frowned and said, "I've been visiting you for the past few days. Your injury is not recovering, so it's inconvenient to say some things."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "I don't know in what life I owed you, but I was assassinated after a meal. I met you as an acquaintance after I entered Beijing. You are a dignified son, but you have always spoken straightforwardly. Why are you stuttering?"
Li Hongcheng blamed himself and said, "I'm really to blame for this matter. No one thought that Zuixianju was actually a spy of Beiqi." He thought for a while and said, "First of all, I am here today to express my apology on behalf of the second prince. He originally planned to come in person. Visit at the house, but you also know that the water in Beijing has been a little muddy recently because of your assassination, so it is not convenient for him to come rashly." He said with a wry smile: "You must know that many people are still guessing. The prince is the mastermind behind killing you, just to frame His Highness the Crown Prince."
Fan Xian looked at him with a half-smile.
Li Hongcheng laughed and said, "Looking at me so unfathomably, do I have to admit that I was responsible for this matter?"
Fan Xian also laughed. He believed that this matter was not done by the other party, because losing the support of the Fan Mansion was a loss that he could not afford for the second prince who had no strong support in the court. At least it's better than the benefits of framing the crown prince... It's much, much bigger.
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Fan Xian managed to sit up from the bed, and the maid helped him to pour a bowl of water to drink. Seeing the figure at the door, he couldn't help cursing in his heart. He had suffered such serious injuries, but there were so many visitors. Where is recuperating, it is clearly suffering. The person who came this time was a stranger. The person who came here reported his identity. He turned out to be an official from the First Division of the Overwatch Council. , and there was some unclear background behind the rumors, so all the cases were handed over to the Overwatch Council.
"What do you call it?" A servant has poured a bowl of tea for the Overwatch Council official, and Fan Xian squinted at him. This is the first time he has been anywhere else other than the last time he "bravely entered" the Overwatch Council. Seeing the officials of the Overwatch Council, the officials of the Overwatch Council seemed to have a rotten aura about them. This feeling reminded Fan Xian of that goddamn Teacher Fei Jie again.
"Xiaguan Mu Tie." The official's lips were as thin as iron, his complexion was dark, and he replied expressionlessly, "A few days ago, my son was seriously injured, so I didn't ask some questions clearly. I was ordered to come here today to ask, sir. Cooperate."
Fan Xian frowned, thinking that this official didn't seem to know the secret relationship between the Fan Manor and the Overwatch Council, that's why he spoke like this, and said flatly, "I'm already tired, let's talk about it another day."
Mu Tie seemed a little surprised that the other party refused to answer the question, and his face was a little ugly.
Fan Xian waved his hand, and asked curiously, "The joint papers from the court and the Ministry of Punishment have already been handed in, so what else do you want to ask?"
"Some things haven't been clarified yet." The official named Mu Tiedi stared closely at Fan Xian's eyes. Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the Overwatch Council was also suspicious about those archers, but what would be the use of asking himself? The one I offended in the capital was Guo Baokun, the son of a mere civil official, who absolutely did not dare to collude with Bei Qi. As for the prince... that's something that I can't even say.
Fan Xian took out the badge that Fei Jie had left for him from under the pillow, and threw it over: "They're all from us, so just say what you want."
The tea beside Mu Tie didn't take a sip, took a look at the sign, his face changed drastically, he got up from his seat, walked up to Fan Xian and knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists together and saluted, "I've seen your lord .”
Looking at Lord Mu who was kneeling obediently in front of him, Fan Xian was startled, he didn't expect this brand to have such a big effect. How did he know that the sign that Fei Jie left him was a Tisi card, which was a detached existence of the Overwatch Council independent of the Eight Great Divisions. Except for the direct orders from the dean, Mrs. Chen, it was on the same level as the leader of the Eight Great Divisions, so this When Mu Tie saw it, he was inevitably shocked, so he knelt down to pay his respects.
Signaling him to stand up, Fan Xian frowned and asked, "When will Lord Fei return to Beijing?" I don't know how long it will last. Second, the current situation in Beijing is complicated, Uncle Wu Zhu is still a ghost, his father is still polite and concealing it, and Fei Jie, who has no reason to trust in his heart, is not in Beijing.
Hearing this handsome young master, he asked Mr. Fei, and Mu Tie confirmed that the other party must be a deeply hidden adult in the courtyard. Secret service agencies like the Overwatch Council always like to develop some nails in the various prefectures and ministries of the capital. Obviously, the young master of the Fan Mansion in front of him is one of them, and he is also a particularly high-ranking one. Mu Tie replied respectfully: "It should be some days."
"Did you find anything?" Fan Xian stared into his eyes.
Mu Tie replied in a deep voice: "It's too late for the courtyard to know the news, so the archer's body has been completely incinerated. Finally, after tracking down the city inspector, the clues were cut off."
"City inspector? Who cares about this?"
"Jiao Ziheng."
"Um?"
Mu Tie raised his head to look at Fan Xian, a little curious that the other party didn't know Jiao Ziheng's identity, and replied, "Probably not the prince's man." As soon as he saw the waist card that could not be imitated, he concluded the other party's identity, So speak without any scruples, this is the style of the Overwatch Council, all the strict ranks only work internally.
"Are you in charge of this case?" Fan Xian looked at him curiously, "How many officials?"
"The matter of the seventh rank of the lower official." Mu Tie replied with a smile: "It's just an errand."
"When will Si Lili enter Beijing?" Fan Xian suddenly thought of the only witness, and frowned.
"The group of people ran fast. Even if they are stopped now, it will take some days before they can return to the capital."
Mu Tie looked at him, thinking he had guessed why someone colluded with Bei Qi to assassinate this handsome young man in front of him. It seemed that this young man was a key candidate for training in the courtyard. When he thought of this, his heart became hot, and he seemed to have found an opportunity to make a fortune, so he asked boldly: "My lord, although I don't know what you are doing in the capital, but you are new to the capital after all, if you have any questions?" If you need your subordinates to work in the place, please give orders."
Fan Xian asked curiously, "Then what about your immediate affairs?"
Mu Tie smiled and said, "You can hand it over right away. The affairs of the hospital have always been classified according to class. As an adult, it is very simple to call me to help."
Fan Xian immediately guessed what the other party was thinking, and said with a wry smile: "Let's avoid it, I don't know what to do myself, what good is it if you followed me and lost your life for no reason?"
He suddenly felt sad, and thought of the three guards who died on Niulan Street a few days ago. These guards have been following him since he entered Beijing, but he didn't even remember their names clearly, but they were already dead. .
Asking the maid to open the window, the light and breeze outside suddenly poured into the room that had been gloomy for a long time. Fan Xian took a deep breath, lifted his spirits, and decided to do something, and asked this enthusiastic Overwatch Council official Said: "Is there someone named Wang Qinian in the courtyard?"