"Isn't the spring night short?"
"Too long is also a pain."
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"The toothbrush you made...I want one."
Fan Xian was stunned, never expecting that she would make such a request, and said with a wry smile, "As far as I know, there are also some for sale on Silk Street."
Haitang smiled and said, "Not as good as you."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"I never thought that you, a son of a rich man, would be willing to put your mind on these places." Haitang looked at Fan Xian, as if she wanted to re-examine this person.
Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes and said, "You obviously don't know enough about me."
After a moment of silence, Haitang said: "However, I only understand that after the Queen Mother's birthday, you will return to China. What should you do with what you promised me?"
Fan Xian didn't even bother to raise his eyes, and said, "I'll come and talk to you when I sleep well."
Haitang frowned and said, "That's very good."
Fan Xian suddenly opened his eyes and said, "I'm not in a good mood today, so I don't want to talk too much."
"Farewell." It was the first time Haitang saw Fan Xian showing such indifference, but she left the room cleanly without any reaction.
Fan Xian was lying on that big bed, obviously extremely sleepy, but still unable to fall asleep. His expression seemed calm, but his mind was in chaos. Without enough time, he couldn't digest what he heard and felt last night. He looked at the embroidered curtain on the top of the bed with those bright eyes open, and his eyes seemed to want to penetrate the roof, break through the clouds of the nine heavens, and project them onto the farthest sky.
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Now that it was confirmed that Fan Xian was staying in the mission, the Northern Qi side would naturally think, who was it that wanted to rescue Xiao En on the cliff of Yanshan Mountain? This question was raised naturally.
Langtao and He Taoren sat heavily on the three chairs, frowning all the time. Naturally, among the three, Shen Shen has the highest official position, but Lang Tao is Ku He's first apprentice, and also the martial arts teacher of the young emperor, so he has the highest status, but He Daoren seems a little silent.
Yesterday during the day, after the two of them teamed up to push Fan Xian and Xiao En off the cliff, Jin Yiwei began to conduct a secret search outside the capital. Finally couldn't help it, and asked the palace for help to break into the mission, but suddenly found Fan Xian sitting on the bed!
"Isn't it Fan Xian?" Taoist He's pale face became even paler. Although the poison on his thighs had been removed, he had also lost a lot of true energy.
Langtao closed his eyes and said, "That person must be Fan Xian. He is good at using poison, needles, and tricks. Who else is there besides him?"
Taoist He frowned and said, "But that person looks different from Fan Xian."
Langtao opened his eyes and said, "People can pretend."
Langtao's status is special, so it's hard for everyone to doubt him when he said something, but the fact is that Fan Xian is in the mission right now, if he was the one who fell off the cliff, how could he maintain his health? intact? Unless he is a fairy.
At this time, Shen Zhong inevitably began to doubt Langtao's judgment, but on the surface he still looked kindly and kindly like a rich old man: "The biggest possibility is Fan Xian, because the person who colluded with Uesugi Tiger is a Nanren, and only Nanren would treat this It is impossible for those masters in Dongyi City to know this matter so clearly."
Seeing that Taoist He shook his head in disapproval, he laughed heavily: "Of course, it may be someone else."
"Who else but Fan Xian?" Lang Tao said in a deep voice. He didn't like dealing with these spy chiefs. If Xiao En hadn't been involved in this matter, he would never have come out of the palace to help Jin Yiwei.
He took a heavy look at Langtao, and said with a smile on his face: "Master Langtao, there are many masters in Nanqing. As for the technique... I think you should have heard that there is always an assassin named Shadow by Chen Pingping's side. It's just that no one has seen him before, and no one knows his tactics and behavior style. Since Fan Xian is the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, he should have something to do with the shadow's tactics... In this way, the one who made the move beside the cliff was not Fan Xian may also be that shadow."
The shadow is Chen Pingping's personal guard. Although no one has seen it, as the leader of the Northern Qi spy, Zhong Chong naturally knows that such a person exists.
"It doesn't matter who it is." Taoist He let out a sigh of relief, "The most important thing now is to confirm whether Xiao En is dead or not."
"Sean is dead."
Wolf Tao said very flatly. When Fan Xian, who was all in black, came out to save someone, he looked back and a scimitar had pierced into Sean's chest and abdomen. He was very confident that the strength on the tip of the knife cut off Sean's life in that instant. vitality.
He said with a heavy smile: "That's good, the national teacher and the queen mother will be very satisfied, and Shen thanked the two adults here."
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The sun was about to set on the west wall of Shangjing again, just like every day for thousands of years, the slightly warm wind lingered around the wilted leaves, rushing towards the various houses in the capital, blowing The spin floats over people's bodies, and passes by those silent tree trunks.
After nightfall, the wind will gradually cool down.
Fan Xian was wearing an unlined garment, standing beside a tree in the backyard of the mission, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the first star that appeared in the sky. At this time of day, there was no need to add unlined clothing, but he was too tired, so he was a little chilly.
He carefully folded the letter paper in his hand, without shaking it into pieces of snow with his palm like in the past. Because this letter is not a secret letter from the courtyard, but a somewhat ordinary letter from home.
The letter was written by Wan'er. Although news from the family has been spreading to the north, this is the first time Fan Xian has received a letter from his wife. Presumably she was a little anxious waiting at home, the prime minister's father-in-law had already stepped down, and Dabao had already received the Fan residence, Ruoruo was as calm as usual, and seemed not to be disturbed by the rumors of the marriage, her father was busy with government affairs, it was all in the family letter content.
At the end of the letter, I didn’t write any lovesickness, and I didn’t urge someone’s itinerary. I just wrote a few scattered sentences: "The summer night wind is also stopped, and the dream is hurt. Knowing the king will not return day by day, and the blue hair will grow longer. When it’s time to say goodbye, read The king is like three days. Why do you want to be idle? Bury your head in the book."
Thinking about you is like three days, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Fan Xian smiled slightly, feeling the faint concern in the letter, and the woman's rare openness, and felt a little comforted. These days he was busy with many conspiracies, so he couldn't help missing the girl in his family, and sometimes he felt a little guilty when he thought about it.
He made an appointment with Haitang to meet in the future, for some reason, at this moment, he was looking forward to this meeting.
This is definitely not a problem between men and women, but a very pure expectation. Fan Xian wanted to find someone to talk to, more precisely, after the conversation with Sean, he needed to confide... but there was nowhere to confide.
This weird and wonderful feeling has been lingering in his heart.
On that rainy night in the capital of Qing Dynasty, after the box was opened, Fan Xian thought that he would no longer be lonely in this world. After all, there was the breath and trace of that woman everywhere in this world. But at this moment, he really felt that he was still lonely, because the woman had disappeared without a trace after all.
"Xiao En is right, I am indeed a ruthless person." Fan Xian thought in his heart that he was a person without friends, shook his head, and walked into the wing.
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There were only three people in the room, Fan Xian, Yan Bingyun, and Wang Qinian. This was the last meeting of the Overwatch Council in Shangjing. Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian quietly, and said, "Master Fan, did you ask?"
This is a situation that Fan Xian had already thought of. He used all the power of the Overwatch Council and Xinyang to obtain such a wonderful "dead state". As an official of the Qing Dynasty, everyone naturally wanted to know Xiao En What is the secret of the mouth.
He frowned: "I shot too late, Sean is dead."
A strange look flashed in Yan Bingyun's eyes, and he immediately returned to normal, shaking his head and sighing: "It's a pity that I have planned for a long time, but there is still no result."
Fan Xian smiled sarcastically, "The old cripple hasn't asked for twenty years, do you think I'm a god?"
He often deliberately called Chen Pingping an old cripple in conversations with Yan Bingyun. This was a very reckless, even clumsy intimidation. approach is more effective.
He turned to Wang Qinian and said, "Prepare for the return trip."
Wang Qinian replied in a deep voice: "Yes." After a short pause, he frowned and asked, "My lord, what should we do with that counterfeit that was left in the room yesterday?"
Fan Xian knew that he meant to kill and silence, and felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "Naturally, take it back."
Yan Bingyun shook his head disapprovingly: "What if the Northern Qi people find out?"
"What if we are discovered?" Fan Xian stared at Yan Bingyun's face, and said sarcastically, "Of course it's cold salad. Even if they find out, what can we do? You have been imprisoned for a year, and you are much less courageous."
Yan Bingyun and Wang Qinian looked at each other, and found that Fan Xian was in some trouble today, so he tacitly kept his mouth shut. Fan Xian glanced at the two of them, then sighed suddenly and said, "You think Haitang didn't notice it? It's just that she can't do anything about me."
Wang Qinian then asked for instructions on the itinerary for returning home. After a moment of silence, Fan Xian said slowly, "We will leave immediately after the Queen Mother's birthday banquet. I... feel homesick."