Wuduhe Town is a remote town on the border between Qing Kingdom and Northern Qi Dynasty. Because it is not a battleground for military strategists, there has been no major battle for many years. However, both sides have their own military posts, and small conflicts are naturally inevitable. After the two countries put the focus of trade and war on the vassal states in the south of the Wudu River, the town became more unavoidably depressed and quiet.
Fan Xian knew that this town belonged to the Northern Wei Dynasty 20 years ago, and it was merged into the territory of Qing Kingdom later.
Therefore, the residents of the town don't feel close to their mission. It seems that it will take some years for the people of a country to truly accept the fact that the ruler has changed.
The glazed tiles in the town reflected dim light towards the sky, but Fan Xian, who was sitting in the carriage in the street, squinted his eyes and kept thinking about what he should do after entering the Northern Qi territory.
The secret Xiao En spoke of was something that Fan Xian must obtain, and this was even more important than the mission and interests of the entire Qing court! Because the temple has something to do with Uncle Wu Zhu, and in the few words my mother left in the box, it was revealed that she once sneaked into the temple and stole some things from it.
A faint smile floated on the corner of Fan Xian's lips. He had never met his mother, but it was strange that he loved that woman named Ye Qingmei very much. When he thought of how many years ago, a little girl sneaked away Into the illusory, the world never knew where the temple was, he was very impressed, and admired his mother's courage, courage, and wisdom.
Fan Xian knew that he was not as good as his mother. This fact did not discourage him in the slightest. On the contrary, it made him more actively face this seemingly beautiful but actually very dangerous second life.
So he needs to know where the temple is, and then feel the breath left by the place where his mother stepped on.
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There is a small river on the outskirts of Wuduhe Town. This is the current boundary river between the Northern Qi Dynasty and the Qing Kingdom. A temporary trestle bridge has already been built on the river, which will be able to accommodate a carriage.
Officials from the Northern Qi Dynasty and the official from Honglu Temple in the mission were waiting for the mission on the other side of the bridge. On the other side of the river, those listless, emaciated local troops were also on guard, but Looking at the way they hold their guns, I really wonder if they are showing the majesty of their own army, or they are sleeping with their guns in their arms.
The first carriage got on the bridge, and the wheels made rattling noises when they came into contact with the undulating simple wooden bridge deck. It seemed that the bridge might collapse at any time, which was a bit scary.
Fan Xian had already got out of the car, walked to the other side of the bridge, greeted the Northern Qi officials who came to greet him, and then looked back at the carriages behind them slowly rolling over the bridge one after another. It seems that I can't bear the continuous creaking sound more and more loudly.
Seemingly seeing the worry in Fan Xian's eyebrows, the Northern Qi official surnamed Hou quickly explained: "I tried it, there is no problem."
Fan Xian nodded. Knowing that the relationship between the two countries is based on strength, there is no need for him to be too enthusiastic about this low-level official. His mind was mainly on the mission convoy. If Haitang really wanted to kill Xiao En, then today's bridge was her last chance.
As a female apprentice of the great master Ku He, she must be responsible to her master Qing Yu, and to the safety of the people of Northern Qi, so it is impossible for her to do anything within the border.
Suddenly Fan Xian's heart moved, and he turned around slowly, and saw a poplar forest on the southeast bank of the small river. The trees were thin but stabbed straight toward the sky, looking as formidable as spears in the army.
A village girl in calico clothes was carrying a basket and watching the convoy passing by in sedan chairs. The breeze blowing by the river lifted the calico scarf wrapped around her head, revealing her ordinary face and pair of Clear eyes.
Fan Xian looked at the woman named Haitang with a smile, and nodded imperceptibly to express his gratitude, which was also a kind of gesture of goodwill. He knew that after he went to Beijing in Northern Qi Dynasty, he would inevitably deal with her again, and Chen Pingping also asked himself to find a way to get close to Ku He.
Haitang was not the same as Fan Xian imagined when he was in Kyoto. She was not as beautiful as Shi Feixuan, but she was more beautiful than Shi Feixuan. The former beauty naturally refers to her appearance, while the latter beauty refers to her temperament.
Fan Xian always believed that there were no fairy daughters in the world, and if there were, they must be disguised as female ghosts.
Although Haitang came here to assassinate Xiao En this time, and also thought about killing Fan Xian, Fan Xian still admired her very much. On the one hand, he admired the girl's strong and natural strength, and on the other hand, it was because Haitang was in the meadow. When talking with her hips crossed and pointing at Fan Xian's nose like a shrew, Fan Xian really likes the feeling of a village girl.
The carriage stopped beside Fan Xian, and he walked in without looking at the river bank.
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After crossing the river and through the forest, the convoy of the mission came to the official road under the protection of the Northern Qi regular army. Fan Xian sniffed the air, looked at the young trees next to the official road, and felt a little strange in his heart—is he going abroad? Why don't you feel anything
The formation on the official road is quite scary, there are two teams lined up on the left and right sides, one team is full of women, there are young maids, quick middle-aged servants, and old nanny. The other line was full of men, but they were even more gloomy than the women. They were all dressed in brocade clothes, with machetes around their waists, and they had a chilly smell on their bodies.
At least half of the members of the mission were staff from the Qing State Oversight Council. As soon as the convoy got on the official road and saw the men wearing machetes, a strong sense of hostility began to brew, and everyone's hands subconsciously touched the handles of the straight knives at their waists.
The Supervisory Council of the Qing Dynasty and the Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty are the most secretive and dangerous spy agencies of the two major countries in the world today. In the past ten years, the two sides have fought each other many times overtly and secretly. The struggle between spies and counter spies is always so cruel and ruthless. , the hands of both parties have already been stained with each other's blood.
Today they suddenly met on the official road, both of them smelled each other's scent and started to feel jealous.
Northern Qi officials hurried up to explain a few words to Fan Xian. Fan Xian didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand to let his subordinates relax a bit. After all, today is for the friendship between the two countries, and it's not a real sword on the battlefield. When they met each other, the seven tiger guards behind him remained calm.
It is indeed two neighboring countries separated by a strip of water, especially when crossing the border from the Wudu River, it feels more obvious.
Without waiting for a break, Fan Xian immediately asked his subordinates to start arranging the handover ceremony with the other party. Wang Qinian was a little puzzled, and asked in a low voice: "Why don't we keep Xiao En in custody? Maybe we can find out something on the way to Beijing." He didn't know what secret Xiao En had in his heart, but as a Fan Tisi's confidant naturally knew that Fan Xian wanted something.
Fan Xian shook his head, and said calmly, "Forget it. It's so convenient to go with these Northern Qi spies along the way. Why don't we leave it to the other party? We can also worry less. If something goes wrong with Xiao En along the way , of course Beiqi is in charge, so how dare you not return Yan Bingyun to us?"
Having said that, Fan Xian was still a little depressed. Once he entered Shangjing, let alone whether Sean could survive under the oppression of Kuhe's position, even if Sean regained power because of Uesugi Tiger's relationship, I have no better way to pry open Sean's yellow, old and tight mouth.
There was the sound of clanging iron chains. Fan Xian watched coldly as the old man was helped out of the carriage. Sean's legs were broken, so it was very difficult to get out of the carriage. There was a slightly sweet smell of blood.
Most of the Jinyi Guards in the Northern Qi Dynasty are young people, and they don't know what Xiao En looks like at all, but from the folklore and word of mouth passed down by the old guards, they know that the secret service agency of the Northern Qi Dynasty is actually this guy who can't stand up. The poor old man built it by himself. In other words, this white-haired old man should be regarded as the ancestor of his group.
A somewhat weird atmosphere permeated the scene of the handover. Bei Qi Jin Yiwei didn't know how to treat Xiao En, should he treat him as a national hero? Or the remnants of the previous dynasty? Is it the ancestors of the people like me, or is it a felon who needs to be strictly guarded in the future
After a moment of silence, the emotions that flowed in everyone's blood finally prevailed. The guards in bright clothes and angry horses on the official road got off their horses in unison, half kneeled on the ground, and saluted the old man as a subordinate. He saluted: "Greetings, Mr. Xiao!"
With the sound of saluting suddenly, a powerful and familiar force seemed to return to the old man Xiao En's body. He looked at these disciples and grandchildren above the official path, squinted his eyes slightly, and his silver-white messy hair was blowing in the wind. Flying in the air, his withered lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything after all, he just waved his hand lightly.
It was the feeling of waving that made Fan Xian, who was observing from behind, shudder.
Sean stood up straight, his iron shoulders seemed to have regained the strength to carry the world.
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On the other side, those women and maids from Shangjing had already got into Si Lili's carriage, and they didn't know how they carried so many accessories and utensils with them, but they made Si Lili bathe in the carriage. After taking a fragrant bath for a long time, the door was lightly opened, and Si Lili stepped on the soft embroidered pier and got out of the carriage.
Everyone's eyes lit up, but Fan Xian's eyes immediately returned to normal after dimming.
A pair of slender and slender hands hang lightly outside the light blue wide sleeves, her plump curves are perfectly set off by the gorgeous clothes, her black hair is lightly pulled up, and she wears a simple ebony fork, her red lips are vermilion, her eyes are looking forward to the waves, Eyebrows are like distant Daisy, touching all around.
This is Si Lili, that peerless beauty with a crown of glamor and crystal rivers, who easily captures the hearts of emperors.