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 and ring finger of his hand subconsciously bent twice, but only then did he realize 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 coming 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 existence of Gundam was pushed backwards, and His Majesty the Emperor in the palace attached far more importance to intelligence than Fan Xian or even Chen Pingping's judgment, 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 gloomy courtyard within 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, and he was a little happy. Some sad, some unexpected.

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 who came in disbelief, and from the familiar gentle smile in those eyes, he could tell the identity of the other party, 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 just ...... 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 on the shoulder, and then calmed down, and very seriously suppressed the excitement Fan Xian, who was standing behind the table, bowed deeply.

"Let's talk another day, there's 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. I didn't dare to delay any longer, 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 hard, and then stood up straight, it was easy to see that Wang Qinian still couldn't hide his tiredness after changing his face.

Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian. Wang Qinian also looked at him, the two of them were speechless 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 Yuan, and informed Fan Xian of the earth-shattering news, at that time, the two of them had no time to say anything or sigh. Fan Xian got up and went straight to Kyoto. Go and save Chen Pingping.

Carefully calculated, Fan Xian returned to Beijing on exactly eight days. 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 thinks of him, his closest subordinate, the lovely old king who knows his 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 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 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 was cold for a long time, and he asked softly: "You were asked to follow the team to Dongyi City, why did you come back again?"

"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 don't I have to spend seven days." to get 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 trust the people who can move. In addition to the Qi Nian group, there 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 controlled the four places for generations, and in the long run, Fan Xian and those old courtiers are afraid that the influence in the courtyard will become weaker and weaker.

"After all, this world is still His Majesty's world, even if at the beginning, the officials in the hospital will be heartbroken for the dean's suffering, but after a long time, they must 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 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 will do his best to ensure the survival of the power in my hands, and cut me off from him, if I ...... Acting as well as he imagined, it won't be a few years before I'll get up again, and then ...... Your Majesty may be old too. ”

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

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

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

He sneered and said: "It's a pity that our little Yan Gongzi can't understand this, loyal ministers and rebels, it's not so easy to be." I hope he can sit more peacefully in the Supervision Yuan in the future. ”

Wang Qinian heard it. Fan Xian didn't have much resentment towards Yan Bingyun, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he 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 these days, choose a place in the capital to stay in a daze, 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 he 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 in the past seven days.

Wang Qinian already knew the information that Fan Xian sent to all parts of the world through the Qinian group 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, "In the past few years, did you do little of this kind of thing? 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 small courtyard, destined, this small courtyard that cost one hundred and twenty taels of silver will probably not come again for a long time from now on, only the lonely raindrops and lonely cobwebs will accompany those smooth papers and cold ink blocks.

A big hat was covered on the top of Fan Xiandi'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. On the other hand, he stabilized his own geocentric center, and even lost himself and Wang Qinian, who can follow him in this Kyoto?

After doing all this, Fan Xian's mood relaxed a little. Just like the day before yesterday, the sky finally stopped the autumn rain, although it has not cleared, there are faint dark clouds, but after all, it can float with the wind, leaking some clear light into the world, not blindly heavy and cold.

Before His Majesty the Emperor 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 don't know why. He always felt as if he had made a mistake somewhere, and that vague vigilance was always turning over and over in his mind like a cloud. But I can't always see the shape clearly.

Leaving the vegetable market behind him, leaving behind the lively and ordinary voices of the market that could not bear to be harsh, Fan Xian walked along the radial street leading to the imperial palace from several city gates in Kyoto towards the direction of Nancheng, the matter was done, and the people of the Qi Nian group also withdrew from Kyoto collectively, he didn't need to worry about anything, even being under house arrest in the mansion was not how unbearable the pain was.

However, on the way, he had to pass the palace, and after passing the palace from a distance, Fan Xian couldn't stop feeling painful. 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 Father-in-law Dai said that His Majesty treats Ruoruo like a child, Ruoruo's current identity is a hostage after all, and she herself knows it. Presumably, life in the palace is a little difficult.

This is a very light stroke by His Majesty the Emperor, 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 lowered his head slightly, and let his coat cover those subtle raindrops. Leave in silence under the watchful eye of the palace. It's a tight place, and there aren't many pedestrians on the streets. However, I can also hear a few curses on the weather, and I think that the continuous autumn rain has just stopped for two days and then falls, which makes the people of Kyoto very dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied also has habits when numbness, today's rain is not heavy, Fan Xian walked silently towards the house, like a prisoner forced to throw himself into the 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 it does exist...... Temple.

Qingguo has always maintained a respectful and distant attitude towards Shinto, and it is not like the Northern Qi Dynasty that Tianyi is soaked in officialdom and people's livelihood. Especially after the appearance of His Majesty the powerful Emperor, the status of Qingmiao in the life of Qingguo took a sharp turn for the worse, and it was completely reduced to accessories and lace, and those Qingmiao ascetics who were scattered in 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 His Majesty's side? Could it be said that His Majesty the Emperor had completely controlled the Qingmiao? However, the great sacrifice of the Qingmiao Temple died strangely, the second sacrifice of the master of the Three Stones died, and more than half of the sacrifices of the Qingmiao on Dadong Mountain died under the anger of His Majesty, why did these ascetics of the Qingmiao Temple completely fall to Your 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. At this time, he subconsciously walked up the stairs and entered, passed through the door of the temple that was rarely closed, and walked directly into the temple. Accompanied by the drizzle of autumn rain, he walked slowly in the temple. The fatigue and resentment these days have been miraculously reduced, and I don't know if it is the wonderful atmosphere of this temple itself, or the quiet space here, which makes people 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 was about to retreat, but the ascetic spoke at this point, and as soon as he spoke, he was full of admiration. Putting his hands together, he sighed at the raindrops in the sky and said, "Providence has its own fate, Fan Gongzi, we have always wanted to find you." I didn't expect you, but here you are. ”

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 like Fan Xian did when he first came to Qingmiao, there was no incense in this temple, and probably no one wanted to come here except for tourists from various states and counties. So today, the Diqing Temple is still quiet, and the crisp bell did not cause any movement, but only attracted ...... A dozen ascetics.

The ascetics, dressed in the same style of linen clothes and wearing very similar old hats, walked out from all directions of the Qingmiao Land. Faintly surrounded Fan Xian in the middle, just below the square 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, and you are not preaching in the world. Why come back and disturb the peace of this place?"

"Fan Gongzi is kind-hearted. The virtue of heaven is deep, and Hangzhou will be repaired in Jiangnan. Gather the wealth of the world in the river workers, we and other waste people walk in the counties, hear more about the name of the son, see the kindness of the son, and have been looking forward to seeing it. ”

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 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 prayer were intertwined, and the atmosphere in the venue was very strange.

The ascetics were not accustomed to 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 sake of the livelihood of the world, I beg Fan Gongzi to enter the palace to ask for guilt to comfort the emperor

Fan Xiandi's face turned slightly pale, and in just an instant, he knew what these ascetics wanted to do. Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, the father and son of the monarch and minister, have been estranged and disputed for seven days, and neither side has made any expression of retreat.

For the sake of the livelihood of 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 His Majesty's brilliance, Qingguo and even the world will 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. ”