The faint sound of footsteps sounded in the courtyard outside the door, and the sound was extremely weak, especially the vegetable market at the end of the alley was still lively, and it was about to be lively until dusk, so these faint feet were about to be covered by the faint sound of bargaining.

However, these faint footsteps fell on Fan Xian's ears but it was very clear, he squinted slightly and listened to the movement outside, the middle finger of his hand and the ring finger subconsciously bent twice, but he realized that his black dagger had already been left in the autumn rain in front of the palace, and he didn't know where to go at this time, but he was still calm, and he still had full confidence to subdue the people from outside.

Hong Yiqing clenched the dagger, squatted behind the door carefully and silently, held his breath, looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, the figure walked directly to the door very strangely, and then knocked lightly twice, hearing the rhythmic knocking sound, Hong Yiqing's demeanor was obviously relaxed, because this kind of code is the identification within the Qi Nian group.

Fan Xian didn't relax, because he wasn't completely sure whether the Qi Nian group had been infiltrated by the imperial court, or had already come into contact with the periphery. After all, from the matter of Dazhou, the storage of the Gundam was pushed out, and the emperor's attention to intelligence in the palace far exceeded the judgment of Fan Xian and even Chen Pingping, and the inner court must have hidden a lot of diehards in the Supervision Yuan, otherwise it would be extremely difficult for Yan Bingyun to control the courtyard of the yīn forest within these seven days.

"It's me. The figure outside the door seemed to know that there was someone in the room, and said in a hoarse voice.

Hearing this voice, Hong Yiqing didn't hear who it was, but Fan Xian's face immediately changed, some joy, some sadness, and some surprise.

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face walked in, dressed in the costume of a vegetable farmer commonly found in the suburbs of Kyoto.

"Wang Tou'er?" Hong Yiqing lowered his voice, looked at the person in disbelief, and distinguished the identity of the other party from the familiar gentle smile in the pupils of his eyes, after all, he was the one who was personally selected into the group by Wang Qinian, and he was still familiar with Wang Qinian, but he was ...... In the hearts of the vast majority of officials in the Supervision Yuan, Wang Qinian died three years ago because of the Dadongshan Rebellion, why did he appear alive in front of him today?

After dressing up in disguise, Wang Qinian patted Hong Yiqing's shoulder, and then calmed down, and very seriously suppressed the excitement Fan Xian, who was standing behind the table, bowed deeply.

"Let's talk about it again, there is always a time to say goodbye, get down to business. Fan Xian laughed and threw the knife in his hand to Hong Yiqing. Hong Yiqing's face was still unsettled at this time, but he also knew that the matter was urgent, so he didn't dare to delay more, saluted the two of them separately, and went to the grassland in the west to find the character called Songzhi Xianling.

............ Fan Xian walked out from behind the table, walked in front of Wang Qinian, looked at him quietly for a moment, then hugged him, patted his back vigorously, and then stood up straight, very lightly seeing that Wang Qinian still couldn't hide his tiredness after changing his appearance.

Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian, Wang Qinian also looked at him, the two of them didn't say anything for a long time, and after a long time, Fan Xian sighed and said, "I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

On the way back to Beijing from Dongyi City, Wang Qinian desperately intercepted the horse team of the Supervision Institute and informed Fan Xian of the shocking news, at that time, the two of them had no time to say anything or sigh, so Fan Xian got up and went straight to Kyoto to rescue Chen Pingping.

After careful calculation, Fan Xian returned to Beijing exactly eight times, and Wang Qinian rushed back to Kyoto again, and before that, Wang Qinian had already had a difficult journey from Dazhou to the Northeast, and two long-distance treks really made Wang Qinian, who was already young, extremely tired, even if he was one of the wings of the Supervision Yuan, he was about to be unable to hold it at this time.

Fan Xian helped him to sit down on a chair, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Where have you been in the past few years?" This sentence is very light, in fact, it is very thick, Fan Xian knows that he is not dead, and he also knows that under Chen Pingping's arrangement, Wang Qinian, who escaped from Dadong Mountain, and his family are incognito, for the safety of the old Wang family, Fan Xian only gave up this job after a brief investigation. In the past three years, Fan Xian often thought of him, his closest subordinate, the lovely old king who knew the most secrets.

"Actually, I haven't been out of Beijing, I've always been by the dean's side, I've been looking at you, my lord, and I know that you're doing well, just do it. "I haven't seen each other for three years, and the two have not felt the slightest sense of alienation," Wang Qinian said in a low voice.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time and said, "I...... Came back late. ”

This is talking about Chen Pingping's matter, Wang Qinian lowered his head, was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "It's me who reported the news too late." ”

In fact, the two of them had done their best, but there was still no way to change what had happened, and a faint sense of sadness and self-blame filled the room.

"How is home?"

"Okay, the court shouldn't be able to find out. ”

"Alright, come back to me. ”

"Good. ”

............ After such a natural answer to the extreme, Fan Xian's heart, which had been cold for a long time, warmed a little, and asked softly: "Why did you come back again after letting you follow the team to Dongyi City?"

"The four thousand and five full members of the Black Cavalry have entered the range of Dongyi City, and one of them should start to Shijia Village at this time, and the matter explained by the dean has been completed, so I rushed back. It was only delayed for two days, so it was relieved. Wang Qinian said: "Jing Ge, the old man in the seven places, and Zong Chai are all in that way, and the most powerful forces left by the dean will be concentrated in Shijia Village." ”

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, and said with a complicated smile: "I didn't think that the affairs of Shijia Village could not be hidden from him. ”

"The dean always knows what to know. Wang Qinian said.

"Don't talk about that. Fan Xian sighed: "With you by your side, many things are much more convenient to do, at least like today, why would it take me seven days to drill out of that net." ”

After a few words, Wang Qinian clearly understood what had happened in Kyoto recently, and he couldn't help but sigh faintly: "If the Supervision Yuan is still in hand, it will be much easier to do things." ”

Now Fan Xian can really believe that the people who can move, except for the Qi Nian group, are those cronies and subordinates all over the world, but the headquarters of the Supervision Yuan has begun to gradually fall apart, especially Yan Bingyun's father and son have been controlling everywhere for generations, and in the long run, Fan Xian and those old courtiers are afraid that the influence of Fan Xian and those old courtiers in the courtyard will become weaker and weaker.

"After all, this world is still the world of His Majesty, even if at the beginning, the officials in the courtyard will be heartbroken for what happened to the dean, but after a long time, they must also accept this reality, loyal to the monarch and patriotic......" The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, and he would only show his contempt and disdain for the imperial power in front of a very small number of people, "How many people dare to confront that chair head-on?"

"Lord Yan is not that kind of person. Wang Qinian said in a hoarse voice, Lord Yan in this sentence naturally refers to Yan Ruohai, "I don't understand what Yan Bingyun thinks." ”

The dean had an explanation for him. Fan Xian closed his eyes slightly and said: "The dean does not want the world to shed blood because of him, and he wants to do everything possible to ensure the survival of the power in my hands, to separate me from him, if I ...... As good as he imagined, it won't be a few years, and I'll get up again, when ...... His Majesty may also be old. ”

Yes, this is Chen Pingping's wish, and the appearance of this wish is in line with Yan Bingyun's attitude of putting the world first, so Yan Bingyun walked down according to Chen Pingping's arrangement very calmly and persistently.

Next, it is just a matter of looking at Fan Xian's attitude.

"Yan Bingyun won't watch the Supervision Institute become my revenge machine, the public weapon can't be used, this is probably a very advanced concept. Fan Xian said calmly: "However, he forgot about it, this world is the world of His Majesty's family, and all the officials' armed forces are His Majesty's private weapons." ”

He sneered and said: "It's a pity that our little Yan Gongzi can't understand this, the loyal minister is a rebel, it's not so easy to be, I hope he can sit more steadily in the supervision court in the future." ”

Wang Qinian heard it, Fan Xian didn't have much resentment towards Yan Bingyun, his eyes narrowed slightly and said, "What should I do next?"

"You rest first. 10,000 years is too long, but you can't just seize the day. Fan Xian stood beside Wang Qinian, gently pressed his somewhat slumped shoulder, and said in a harmonious voice: "You are also tired, choose a place in the capital to stay in the capital, it is estimated that few people can find you, and then ...... I've got something for you to do. ”

With Wang Qinian's ability to track and disappear, even if the big net of the imperial court outside Fan's mansion is still sprinkled, I am afraid that it will not be able to stop him from meeting with Fan Xian, with him, although Fan Xian's body is left in Kyoto, the voice of speech can finally be transmitted, and it is no longer as difficult as living in these seven days.

Wang Qinian already knew the information sent by Fan Xiantong's group to all parts of the world today, and he didn't make any suggestions for this plan, he just didn't know whether Fan Xian wanted to unveil it, but said that he was just passively defending, hiding those strengths outside Kyoto, and then waiting for a suitable opportunity to burst out.

"I hope Ziyue can come out of Xiliang alive. Fan Xian's brows were slightly melancholy, "I originally planned to let him return to Northern Qi to do this, but I have always been a little uneasy, after all, even if they are willing to follow me, but after all, it is because I am a Qingren, and even ...... Maybe in their eyes, I am a member of the royal family, so even in the face of His Majesty, they can be justified, but if it is Northern Qi, ......"

He raised his head and looked at Wang Qinian: "If I want to take you to treason, will you follow me?"

Wang Qinian stood up with a wry smile and said, "Did you do less of this kind of thing in the past few years? Even if the adults wanted to take me to the soil, I had no choice but to go." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "So, I can only rest assured if you do it." ”

............ The two of them left this small courtyard one after the other, and it was destined that this small courtyard, which cost one hundred and twenty taels of silver, would probably not come again for a long time from now on, only lonely raindrops and lonely cobwebs would accompany those smooth papers and cold ink blocks.

A big hat was covered on the top of Fan Xian's head, and along the muddy road in the vegetable field, he was far away with Wang Qinian's inconspicuous figure, and he was not relieved until he finally lost him. On the one hand, it is to confirm that there is no ambush outside the small courtyard, and on the other hand, it is to calm his own heart, and even he and Wang Qinian have lost it, who can follow him in this Kyoto?

After finishing this qiē, Fan Xian's mood relaxed a little, just like the sky where the autumn rain finally stopped the day before yesterday, although it was not clear, and there were faint dark clouds, but after all, it could float with the wind, leaking some clear light into the world, not blindly heavy and cold.

Before the emperor's majesty makes a move, Fan Xian must preserve the strength at hand as much as possible, so that in the future, he will be able to have enough strength and weapons...... But for some reason, he always felt as if he had made a mistake somewhere, and that vague jǐng ti was like a cloud that always turned over and over in his mind, but he couldn't see the shape clearly.

Leaving the vegetable market behind him, leaving behind the lively and ordinary voices of the unbearable market, Fan Xian walked along the radial street leading to the Imperial Palace from several city gates in Kyoto to the direction of the southern city, the matter has been done, and the staff of the Qi Nian team have also collectively withdrawn from Kyoto, he doesn't need to worry about anything anymore, even being under house arrest in the mansion is not how unbearable the pain is.

However, passing through the palace on the way, passing by the palace from a distance, Fan Xian couldn't stop being in pain, he forced himself not to think about the scene a few days ago, but he couldn't help but start thinking about how his sister was doing in the palace now. Although Dai's father-in-law said that His Majesty treats Ruoruo like a child, but Ruoruo's current identity is a hostage after all, and she herself knows it, so she must be a little difficult to endure in the palace.

This is a very light stroke of the emperor's majesty, but it directly scratches the picture scroll that Fan Xian struggled to smear. It was impossible for Fan Xian to leave Kyoto, all because of this.

It was raining, Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, let his coat cover those subtle raindrops, and left silently under the gaze of the palace, this place is strict, there are not many pedestrians on the street, but he can also hear a few words cursing the weather, presumably the continuous autumn rain has just stopped and fallen again, which makes the people of Kyoto very dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied also has a habit of numbness, today's rain is not heavy, Fan Xian walked silently towards the house, like a prisoner forced to go to prison, there is really no way. He thought as he went, contrasting the one in the palace with himself in the most complete way, and then finally he turned his thoughts to the linen ascetics.

From the time Chen Pingping returned to Beijing, until he was imprisoned, until Fan Xian entered the Dharma field, those ascetics in sackcloth and hats suddenly appeared in the palace, in the supervision courtyard, and on the Dharma field. Although the strength of these ascetics is powerful, it is not enough to make Fan Xian palpitate too much, but he can't figure it out, and because these ascetics think of that ethereal, but Fan Xian knows that there is indeed a ...... Temple.

Qingguo has always maintained a respectful and distant attitude towards Shinto, and it is not like the Northern Qi Dynasty that has soaked the officialdom and people's livelihood. Especially after the appearance of the powerful emperor His Majesty, the status of Qingmiao in the life of Qingguo took a sharp turn, and it was completely reduced to accessories and lace, and those Qingmiao ascetics who were scattered around the world were not many in number, and became the object of being forgotten.

Why did these forgotten people appear in Kyoto at this moment, by the side of the Emperor Xià? Could it be said that the Emperor had completely taken control of the Qing Temple? However, the great sacrifice of the Qing Temple died strangely, the second sacrifice of the Three Stone Masters died, and more than half of the sacrifices of the Qing Temple on Dadong Mountain died under the anger of His Majesty, why did these ascetics of the Qing Temple completely fall to His Majesty?

Could it really be as Chen Pingping said back then, she vaguely guessed it...... The emperor of that year really came into contact with the will of the temple? And it was because of this that these ascetics would stand by His Majesty's side and help him shine in this world, regardless of their long-standing enmity?

The rain did not get heavier, there was a fate between heaven and earth, when Fan Xian got rid of thinking from the drizzle, and subconsciously looked up, he saw the Qing Temple not far in front of him.

The muddy body is dark, there is a green eaves, on the desolate and quiet streetside, the rain on the sky, do not provoke the dust, the long wall outside, there is a round tower standing in the Qing Temple.

Fan Xian looked at this beautiful building in a daze, and didn't know what it was like, in this temple, he had rubbed shoulders with the emperor, once saw the girl who loved to gnaw chicken legs under the curtain, and had carefully studied the strange murals painted under the eaves, but he really wanted to figure out nothing.

He was supposed to go home, but at this time, he subconsciously walked up the stairs and entered, passed through the temple door that was rarely closed, and walked directly into the temple. Accompanied by the drizzle of autumn rain, he walked slowly in the temple, but the fatigue and resentment these days have been miraculously reduced a lot, I don't know if it is the wonderful atmosphere of this temple itself, or the quiet space here, quiet people are too lazy to think.

Naturally, he walked to the back temple, but Fan Xian's figure suddenly froze, because he saw that at the door of the low building in the back temple, an ascetic monk wearing sackcloth and a hat was looking at him with a frown.

Fan Xian retreated, but the ascetic monk spoke at this time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of admiration, and sighed at the raindrops in the sky with his hands together: "Providence has its own fate, Fan Gongzi, we have always wanted to go to you, but we didn't expect that you came. ”

Fan Xian was unmoved, calmly looked at the ascetic and said softly, "Why are you looking for me?"

The ascetic was holding a bell in his right hand, and when he struck it gently, the crisp sound of the bell quickly pierced through the thin rain and spread throughout the temple. Just as Fan Xian did when he first came to the Qing Temple, there was no incense in this temple, except for the tourists from various states and counties, probably no one wanted to come here, so the Qing Temple is still quiet today, and the crisp bell did not cause any movement, but only attracted ...... A dozen ascetics.

The ascetics, dressed in linen clothes of the same style and wearing very similar old hats, walked out from all directions of the Qing Temple, and faintly surrounded Fan Xian in the center, just below the square round tower.

Fan Xian slowly took a deep breath, began to slowly lift the true qi veins in his body that had not stopped for two weeks, and looked indifferently at the previous ascetic and said calmly: "This temple has always been quiet, you don't preach in the world, why do you come back to disturb the tranquility here?"

"Fan Gongzi is kind-hearted, deep in the virtue of heaven, in the south of the Yangtze River to repair Hangzhou, gather the wealth of the world in the river work, we and other waste people walk in the counties, hear more about the name of the son, see the kindness of the son, have been looking forward to seeing. ”

The ascetic bowed his head, he always called Fan Xian Fan Gongzi, not Master Fan, because now everyone in Kyoto knows that all the official positions on Fan Xian's body have been deprived by His Majesty the Emperor.

"I don't think you've come to praise me. Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, he really didn't expect that his mind would move into the temple to take a look, but he met such a group of strange people, is it really like what the ascetic said, there is a providence in the dark?

However, these eccentric ascetics really seemed to have come to praise Fan Xian, they took off their hats, knelt respectfully in front of Fan Xian in the middle, bowed down, and sincerely praised and prayed for blessings. Fan Xian's face was indifferent, but his heart was shocked, the drizzle of rain and the sound of blessings were intertwined, and the atmosphere in the venue was very strange.

The ascetics were not in the habit of wearing shoes, their rough feet were a little white from the rain, and they knelt on the wet ground in unison, looking as ridiculous as frogs, but the powerful aura and words they uttered were not ridiculous.

This powerful aura is the aura of the harmony and unity of the real power of these dozen ascetics, and its purity is not to be despised by its purity. Sincere words like chanting mantras sounded in the rain, accompanied by a dozen bald heads shining in the rain, which was annoying.

"For the livelihood of the people in the world, we beg Fan Gongzi to enter the palace to ask for guilt to comfort the emperor's heart. ”

Fan Xian's face turned slightly pale, and in just an instant, he knew what these ascetics wanted to do. The estrangement dispute between Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, the father and son of the monarch and minister, has been going on for seven consecutive years, and neither side has made any expression of retreat.

For the livelihood of the people in the world? Naturally, some people must admit their mistakes, some people must back down, and Qingguo can only allow a glorious leader, and in the eyes of these ascetics, this person is naturally the great emperor.

The ascetics were keenly aware of the biggest crisis in Qingguo at the moment, and they decided to persuade Fan Xian on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, in their hearts, and even in the hearts of all the people in the world, as long as Fan Xian returned to the brilliance of His Majesty, Qingguo and even the world would have a better future.

"If I don't want to?" Fan Xian said softly as he looked at these monks who had not had much contact with him.

There was a deathly silence in the room, only the drizzle was still falling, falling on the bald heads of the ascetics, and the rain on the eaves was dripping, falling on the bluestone slabs of the Qing Temple. After a long time, more than a dozen voices rang out, thick or thin, large or small, but all of them were resolute and holy.

"For the sake of the world, please rest in peace. ”