The marriage of Sanchun is just three small episodes, it seems so. No one knew the troubles in Fan Xian's heart. Whenever he thought of that vague possibility, Fan Xian would feel cold all over and didn't know how to speak. Far away in a foreign country, Uncle Wuzhu, the only one who can be free from restraints, seems to have disappeared, and there is nowhere to tell about this matter.
There is nothing that cannot be said with others, and this matter cannot be spoken with others.
In the eyes of others, Mr. Fan seemed very happy, and had already started to prepare the itinerary for the mission to return to Beijing. The officials thought that Mr. Fan was rushing back to Beijing to prepare for his sister's marriage, and at the same time, he wanted to take advantage of the imperial court's arrangement of benefits after this wave of marriages. No one knew that under Fan Xian's calm and even cheerful appearance, he had already shaken off the shock at the time, and began to do certain things step by step according to the plan long ago.
Yan Bingyun's words helped Fan Xian to a certain extent. Fan Xian thought that what Master Yan said was right to a certain extent—impossible things, why think so much—but at the same time he said to himself in his heart, If Ruoruo is willing to marry, as an older brother, I will naturally let her marry happily, happily, and happily. The tranquility of Prince Jing's residence.
Of course, if you don't want to marry, it will be another story with a completely unfamiliar face.
After figuring this out, Fan Xian regained his composure, at least on the surface.
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They entered the palace twice these days, mainly to deal with the first marriage between the two countries since the founding of the country. It was a big matter, and no one, including Fan Xian, dared to neglect it. To Fan Xian's satisfaction, under the strong pressure from the harem, Zhong Zhong and the Marquis of Changning finally bowed their heads, and the secret service agencies of the two countries had a preliminary plan for the distribution of benefits and specific measures for the abnormal channel import of goods from the north in the following year. In this plan, Fan Xian, an important figure who is also in charge of the Overwatch Council and the Internal Treasury, will naturally obtain the greatest benefits.
In fact, Fan Xian was not gratified by the matter itself, because although his future plans would naturally require financial support, the proceeds from smuggling were not as big as Fan Xian's plan. What really pleased him was that since the channel If changes are made on the one hand, then the export of goods on the Xinyang side will definitely be reduced, the income will definitely be reduced, and the power of the eldest princess will be weakened.
Fan Xian also understood that the key to the reason why the eldest princess sat and watched this incident was that he promised Xinyang to cooperate well with Uesugi Tiger and rescue that Xiao En who was hiding a shocking secret—it seemed that this showed that the eldest princess The princess still put the interests of the Qing court above her own. Fan Xian was a little surprised by this sort of prostitution-like approach.
It was during these days that the patient Yan Bingyun's overall planning ability was displayed to the greatest extent. When Fan Xian held the case file, he couldn't help admiring. Yan Bingyun's method was very simple, but it was the safest and safest. The sticking method kept the security of Qing's lurking forces in the north to the greatest extent possible.
There are many types of spies in Qing Kingdom. Yan Bingyun controls secret spies, such as the manager of the oil shop and those long-term attendants lurking in the prince's mansion, and even some officials. The other is bright spies, such as those on Silk Street. Boss, the merchants from the south from various counties and roads, they mainly do business, but they travel around the world, so naturally they also need to feed useful information back to Qing. Over the past few days, spies everywhere have begun to work hard, and the intelligence system that has been dormant for a year has begun to wake up, and it has immediately demonstrated its powerful detective capabilities.
Everything is ready, just wait for Uesugi Tiger to do it.
Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun sat in the mission and drank very relaxedly. Fan Xian glanced at Yan Bingyun, who was extremely indifferent, and said, "Master Yan, you are my subordinate after all, can you stop showing me face every day?"
"I'm not a flattering subordinate." Yan Bingyun replied coldly.
Fan Xian smiled slightly, knowing that this man in front of him had been lurking in Northern Qi for four years, and had many different faces. At that time, who would have guessed that the talented Yunda, the youngest son of a sea merchant, who wandered around the homes of princes and nobles, was actually a spy of the Qing Kingdom? The leader, such a person, must be a person who is very good at communication and good at dancing. At this time, the other party is cold to him, because he is his boss, not the target person he wants to deal with.
"Northern Qi is really stupid." Fan Xian took a sip of his tea and said, "They released you so early and allowed you to stay safely in the mission for so many days. I won't change my ten masters." This was an allusion from Fan's previous life, and Yan Bingyun naturally didn't feel anything when he heard it, and he wasn't moved at all.
"Perhaps they thought it was stupid enough for the imperial court to exchange Xiao En for me." Thinking of this, Yan Bingyun was still a little sulky, "But it's not very useful for the Northern Qi people to exchange Xiao En, and they still have to think of ways Killing him is even more stupid."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "Someone once said that a country is like a person. It can never be a perfectly functioning machine, and it often changes with the mood of the ruler. The Northern Qi royal family had their own differences of opinion. , It’s just that Kuhe’s radiance is too bright, that’s why Xiao En was imprisoned again, if Tiger Uesugi is not Xiao En’s adopted son, no one would dare to disturb the royal family’s decision.”
"What about you?" Yan Bingyun frowned and said: "All the way north, you had the opportunity to kill Xiao En, but let him go. Now that the other party is already in Shangjing, but you want to save him, after saving him, you And... it's really inexplicable."
Fan Xian smiled, he would not tell anyone about the secret about Sean, and it was precisely because of this that the process of this matter gradually seemed ridiculous.
He thought for a while and explained to Yan Bingyun: "This is the same as playing chess. Although we all want to checkmate the opponent's old general in the end, the process of our pawn movement is different. The benefits are different."
If Xiao En had been killed by the Wudu River, Fan Xian would never know where the temple was, not to mention whether the pawn that Fan Xian was about to abandon would be able to return home alive. But this time, all the power of the Overwatch Council in the north was used to rescue Xiao En. Fan Xian just wanted to set up a game of forced palace that is common on the chessboard, hoping that after so many detours, he could get what Chen Pingping did not Benefit.
"Xiao En doesn't escape from prison, and Jin Yiwei is not easy to kill. After all, Uesugi Tiger has a very high reputation in the Northern Qi military."
"Xiao En, an old ghost, is really pitiful." A voice sighed, "It's old after all, it's not what it used to be."
"I don't recommend that you take action yourself." Yan Bingyun looked at him indifferently, "If Ku He really put down his airs and made a move, how would you survive?"
Fan Xian remained silent. He didn't dare to let others hear the secret from Xiao En's mouth, so he had to risk it himself. He tapped the coffee table slowly, closing his eyes and imagining that he was moving the chessboard clumsily and youthfully like a chess player. On both sides of the chessboard are of course wily people, Kuhe and the eldest princess, the empress dowager and Uesugi Tiger , compared with these people, Fan Xian is really nothing.
But the naughty boy has nothing but the courage to move the chessboard.
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All the routine tasks were completed, the mission and the Northern Qi court breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and began to indulge in banquets, and Fan Xian was no exception. In the peaceful city of Shangjing, the only strange thing is that along the banks of the Yuquan River, several strange murders occurred, and these murders were accompanied by particularly horrific arson. The river that the people of Northern Qi loved so much became red.
Fan Xian knew clearly what was hidden behind these murders. When the intelligence personnel of the Qing Kingdom who had been hibernating for a whole year started to act, the Commander of Jinyiwei Town Fusi named Zhongzhong must have smelled it, and the Jinyiwei who was rooted in the crowd in Shangjing also began to act fiercely and meaningfully. Proper response.
Yan Bingyun's secret whistle set up all those years ago probably lost part of it in these murder cases. After all, in a foreign country, it is impossible to make such a large deal under the other party's nose without alarming the other party. It's just that the entire intelligence network set up in the Northern Territory has been split into several pieces, so it doesn't matter. Worried that the Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty would dig out too many strongholds.
That's why Yan Bingyun's expression became more and more gloomy. The Overwatch Council had only seventeen secret spies in Shangjing, and now he had made such a huge sacrifice for the matter of the eldest princess and Xiao En, so he couldn't help being angry.
Fan Xian didn't comfort him, didn't say much, just kept drinking, seeking pleasure, having fun, and courting prostitutes.
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The sixth day of June in the sixth year of Daqi Tianbao, three consecutive days and six days, a very auspicious day. Fan Xian also didn't believe in what was said about the devil in the West in his previous life, so when he put on the collar button of his cloak, his fingers were extremely steady, and he seemed full of confidence.
He carefully sorted and put away his weapons and medicines, some in his belt, some in his close-fitting underwear, and the dark crossbow that could fire three bolts at the same time was tied on his left forearm. The manufactured tobacco powder is placed in the knuckle-sized throw bag on the right wrist.
Fan Xian looked at the metal box on the table under the dim light, and squinted his eyes. When the box was opened, there were three pills in red, blue and white. It looked a little weird, and it always reminded people of some very weird things. .
The red pills are not small, but the smell of the medicine has faded, and I can't smell the specific material inside. This is what Fei Jie worried about the domineering qi left in his body many years ago. After thinking about it, Fan Xian hid the big longan-like thing in his belt.
Looking at the remaining pills, Fan Xian gave a wry smile. He overturned his original idea and took them all in. He might meet that great master, and the more life-saving things, the better.