The second prince left Baoyue Tower, his face was a little strangely indifferent, no matter what kind of information he obtained in this conversation, he had some trust and fear of Fan Xian's purpose, but tonight's facts have proved a lot. His power in Beijing has been ruthlessly uprooted by Fan Xian, and now there are only two ways in front of him, one is to resolutely rely on the eldest princess's side, and the other is to honestly withdraw from the war for the heir, as Fan Xian thought.

But the second prince also knew in his heart that if the situation continued like this, if Fan Xian did not sweep away his forces tonight, then in the near future, either Qingguo would fall into a turmoil, or he would be ruthlessly eliminated.

But he won't have the slightest gratitude for Fan Xian, because Fan Xian forced him to a dead end.

After the eldest prince said a few words to Fan Xian, he also left Baoyue Tower with a worried face, and at the same time took the third prince with him. The conversation between the brothers of the royal family was not very pleasant, and the third child wanted to return to the palace, and it was more appropriate for him to take it back as the commander of the forbidden army.

At this time, the night is getting deeper, and if there are no thick snow clouds in the sky, you must be able to see the moon move to where it should be in the middle of the night.

Fan Xian didn't leave Baoyue Building, he sat alone for a long time, let the building tidy up a pot of clear soup mutton slices to eat, ate a little hot, and drank a few glasses of wine before slowly standing up, walked to the window and looked down twice.

There was a deathly silence outside the window, the people of the Kyoto Prefecture and the garrison had withdrawn, the Baoyue Building was closed today, and the girls had gone to bed early, leaving only a few clever people waiting for him.

The red candles stood quietly in the building, and Fan Xian asked Shi Qing'er to prepare a bucket of hot water and take a bath comfortably.

After taking a bath, he rubbed his cheeks that were a little reddened and asked, "Has the eldest prince been to Sheep Onion Lane in the past two days?"

Shi Qing'er listened on the side, knowing that the big boss was talking about the princess of the Hu clan, shook his head, and was about to step forward to serve him and get dressed, but he waved his hand and called out.

After a while, Sang Wen came in, the gentle shopkeeper of Baoyuelou, squatting slightly, carefully putting on his underwear, his fingers slid over the surface of his well-proportioned muscles, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, but he didn't dare to make any movements, and carefully tied the secret crossbow that was only three fingers wide to his left forearm.

Putting on his boots and inserting the slender crossbow head into his boots, Sang Wen stood up and put the finishing touches on Fan Xian's clothes, protecting the black sè Inspectorate official uniform that covered Fan Xian's skin that might be hurt by every rain before nodding.

Fan Xian smiled slightly to express his appreciation, confirmed that the pills on his body were not missing, patted Sang Wen's head, and walked out of the room.

Sang Wen was slightly stunned and said, "My lord, sword?"

Fan Xian turned his head and looked at the Great Wei Tianzi Sword held in Sang Wen's hand, his expression was calm, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he said after a while: "This sword is too bright, don't take it, just leave it here first." ”

――――――――――――――――――――― the triple leather curtain of the Baoyue Tower was lifted, and the principal respectfully sent Fan Xian out of the door, he had already lifted the back hat of the lotus coat at this time, put it on his head, let the shadow of yīn cover his delicate face, and stepped down the stone steps outside, he couldn't help but look up at the heavy night, as if he wanted to make sure that it would snow after a while.

As the carriage approached, he shook his head, signaled that he was going to go, and headed east.

Today's banquet in Baoyue Tower, he didn't bring the tiger guards, and the entire supervision court in Kyoto had already taken advantage of the night to carry out countless raids, and even the strength of the Qi Nian group was thrown in, and at this time, he was only followed by a few guards from the Fan Mansion and a coachman.

Everyone knew about today's banquet in Baoyuelou, and they also heard about the sāo movement in Kyoto tonight, and they all thought that the young master was going to walk and think, so they didn't dare to come forward to disturb, but just let the carriage follow far behind.

It didn't go far to the east, and as soon as I turned around, I entered a straight street, a long street.

Straight long street.

Dressed in a lotus robe, he suddenly stopped, as if listening to something, and then he waved his hand and motioned for the car behind him not to follow, and he walked out into the street.

At this time, it was already late at night, and a strange mist suddenly appeared in the streets of Kyoto, where the snow had stopped, and the fog became heavier than the air, converging in all directions and gradually permeating the long street.

The faint white fog is not very colorful in the night streets of Kyoto without lights, but it effectively hinders people's vision, making people blind and unable to reach out to their fingers.

The carriage that followed behind didn't dare to let Fan Xian go alone this night, and he wasn't ready to follow his arrangement, but he was still forced to stop at this time.

The guards of the Fan Mansion in the car pulled out the lanterns brighter, but the dim yellow light only illuminated the fog in front, like the clouds above the head of Cangshan, but they couldn't reach far, and they couldn't see the lonely back in the black sè lotus robe.

............ On the long street, the white mist gradually cleared, and only Fan Xian's faint footsteps could be heard, sounding in an extremely calm and fixed rhythm, but other than that, there was not a single sound, as if there were no living creatures on this street.

It seems that the people to be killed by the Supervision Yuan tonight have been killed, and the people who are going to be arrested have also been arrested and put in the prison, which is firmly in the hands of the seven places, and the people of Kyoto, who do not know these things, are greedy for warmth in the bed, and the magnates who are traveling at night have already returned home in shock, and the people who fight the watch are lazy, and the officers and soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Divisions are just looking at the city gates.

The footsteps kept moving forward, and then, as if sensing something, they paused in the white mist. A gust of winter night breeze blew, blowing the fog on the long street a little thinner, and you could vaguely see the end of the long street.

There should be no one at the end of the long street, but it always feels like someone is guarding there. Dressed in a lotus robe, he stopped, raised his head, and looked straight ahead with his eyes calmly, as if to see who it was.

Then he saw a man.

The man was a burly man, with his shoulders like iron, and stood like a mountain at the end of the long street, with a longbow behind him, and a quiver with thirteen arrows in it.

The wind stopped and the fog was thick, and it was no more.

Tonight is the moment when Fan Xian asked the Supervision Yuan to launch a general attack on the second prince and the first line, but he seems to have forgotten that when you attack the most fiercely, it is often also the time when your defense is the weakest, and at this time there is no one else to rely on by his side, only himself. He was taking revenge for the sniping in the valley, for no reason, forgetting that a certain governor was also going to avenge the death of his only son.

Can you dodge the bow on the other side?

Two years ago, he was shuffled off the palace wall by this bow, and he had no power to fight back, and that bow and arrow had become the biggest gap in his martial arts practice.

So he stopped behind the fog.

On the side of the white mist, Yan Xiaoyi lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the qi of the person behind the fog, to ensure that the other party would not get out of his control.

On this side of the fog, there is no sign of movement.

............ Yan Xiaoyi, the former commander of the forbidden army, the current governor of Qingguo's expedition to the north of the capital, and one of the few super powerhouses in Qingguo, he is naturally not a madman, he knows what it means to assassinate Fan Xian in the long street of Kyoto.

But he still didn't forcibly suppress his fighting spirit and blood, because when he saw Yan Shendu's corpse in the Yuantai camp, he had already made up his mind.

So he's not crazy, but he's crazy.

Kyoto was not calm tonight, no one thought that Fan Xian would sweep so strongly, and at the same time, no one would have thought that the dignified expedition to the Metropolitan Governor of Peking would actually give up all his worries and return to the original Orion mind, indifferently observing Fan Xian, staring at Fan Xian, waiting for Fan Xian, and patiently waiting for Fan Xian to death.

Although there is fog on the long street, it can block people's sight, but it can't stop Yan Xiaoyi's arrows, his arrows don't need to use their eyes.

He came with thirteen feather arrows tonight to ask Fan Xian what the sentence Thirteen Lang meant on a notice pasted up. If Fan Xian died, it would be okay not to ask this question - no matter how much Fan Xian had improved over the years, no matter how talented he was in martial arts cultivation, Yan Xiaoyi also believed with some indifference that he could definitely kill the other party.

This matter has nothing to do with the seizure of the heir, has nothing to do with the world, it is not for justice, it is not for profit, it is just a personal enmity that cannot be resolved.

The gas machine has been locked, and the two of them are on the street and in the middle of the street, and there is no other way than to face each other. Fan Xian was silent behind the fog, as if assessing whether he should fight or retreat.

............ After a long silence, Yan Xiaoyi took a step forward, and the murderous aura in his body made the white mist in front of him swing, revealing an open space in front of him, and the air suddenly became cold again.

However...... His feet were immediately retracted, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the eaves in the upper left, frowning slightly, and shielding his body with the stone beast on the eaves.

With his body and the stone beast as a thread, he felt that at the end of that line, there was an extremely terrifying killing machine waiting for him.

This is an unreasonable feeling, he grew up in the forest since he was a child, dealing with wild beasts, but he also developed a sensitivity like a wild beast, and he will always judge in advance the danger of survival.

At this time, the longbow was already in hand, but the arrow was not wound, Yan Xiaoyi lowered his head slightly, feeling the movement around him - who was ambushing whom?

He is a peerless powerhouse in the ninth grade, except for those four old monsters, Yan Xiaoyi does not have much to be afraid of in this world, and even whenever his state is at the peak, he will always have a desire to challenge the great grandmaster in his heart.

Because of his realm, he could clearly perceive that on the long street, there were only two people, him and Fan Xian, so he dared to embellish Fan Xian so indifferently with his heart, ready to send a fatal arrow at any time.

However, when he took that step earlier, he noticed an extremely strange phenomenon.

The first was the unknown source of danger that he didn't know where, and secondly, when he landed at that step, he felt the smell of the fog behind him seem to change somewhat.

It's the taste, not the taste.

It's the slightest tactile change in wind and fog, not the feeling behind the mouth.

Yan Xiaoyi knew that behind him, there had been an extremely powerful figure hidden, this person's martial arts cultivation did not know what the specific realm was, but if he could hide it from himself for so long, he must have the ability to hurt himself.

He didn't dare to act rashly, because he knew that once he fired the arrow, the jīng qi god that had been stored for a long time would be vented, revealing some flaws. Once his mind was lacking, he was not sure that he would be able to retreat under the combined attack of the master behind him and the danger in the distance.

There was such a cold silence on the long street, the people on the other side of the fog couldn't move, and Yan Xiaoyi on the other side of the fog couldn't move.

You can't move your feet, but you can move your hands.

Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath of air, and his whole figure became a little wider, and his fingers slowly fell, as if he had inadvertently brushed on his bowstring.

His fingers are thick, but the movement is very gentle, like a soft sweep of the drawing paper, the onion fingers brush the piano wires, and the orchid blooms slightly.

............ There was a soft buzz, and the bowstring trembled.

There seemed to be a strange magic power generated on his bowstring, and the slightly trembling bowstring drove the air around him, twisting the faint white mist, gradually condensing into strength, cutting through the long street in front of him, and with this soft buzzing sound, silently struck towards the other side of the fog.

Towards the man on the other side of the fog.

There was a muffled grunt from the other end of the fog, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi calmly flipped his wrist, the longbow stood upright, and he didn't see how he moved, the arrow feathers were already on the string, and there was no arrow before that he already had such might, not to mention that there was already an arrow on his string at this time!

But he didn't send an arrow, just blindly silent, because he clearly judged that the person on the other side of the fog was not Fan Xian. Although he was very puzzled, obviously he was watching Fan Xian leave the Baoyue Tower, when did the other party change the bag, but he understood that tonight's hunt had changed the horns of the hunter and the prey.

Yan Xiaoyi was not afraid, as long as the longbow was in his hand, even if two Nine Rank masters came to ambush him, he would not have any fear, on the contrary, he was a little excited after a long time, ready to use the arrows on his bowstring to end a certain life at any time.

The bow and arrow in his hand were not aimed, but his mind had locked on the distant place, but the stone beast on the eaves of the house was separated from each other, and he could not shoot an arrow.

Yan Xiaoyi still had a part of his jīng power, which was placed behind him in the fog smell that had changed in an instant, and now it had returned to its usual condition.

No one will move first.

............ I don't know how long it took, the strange fog on the long street still didn't dissipate, and Yan Xiaoyi's mountain-like body was still standing, without the slightest hint of exhaustion.

But he knew that the two people in the secret were not tired, at least they didn't let themselves perceive any slackness in each other's minds - it was a great thing to be able to compare patience and perseverance with himself, Yan Xiaoyi recognized the other party's realm and strength.

He understood that the sniping on the long street in the middle of the night had reached a stalemate, and he used the stone beast to protect himself, but he also blocked himself, so the stalemate continued, but he was afraid that the sky was bright, and the two sides would still not be able to move.

However, the other party could withdraw, but Yan Xiaoyi couldn't move, he knew that he had fallen into a disadvantage.

A long time has passed, and Yan Xiaoyi is still standing steadily in the corner of the street, as unshakable as a statue, with a long bow in his hand, an arrow on the string, and a very strange beauty.

............ Suddenly, there was a coughing sound on the long street covered with white mist.

With this strange coughing sound, a faint light was also reflected in the fog, and the light gradually brightened, and approached the corner of the street, and the closer it became, only to realize that it were two lanterns.

The lantern was held in the hands of the two little eunuchs, and the little eunuchs' faces were a little white.

Behind the little eunuch was a small sedan chair carried by four handymen, and it was from that small sedan chair that the coughing sound kept sounding.

The sedan chair stopped beside Yan Xiaoyi, and the sedan curtain was lifted slightly, revealing an old and tired face.

This face belongs to Gonggong Hong.

Gonggong Hong's cloudy eyes blinked, and he whispered to Yan Xiaoyi next to the sedan chair: "On the street to enjoy the snow night, most of the governors are very interested, but the night is already late, let's go home, the old slave will send you." ”