Wuduhe Town, a remote town on the border between Qingguo and Northern Qi, has not had a major battle for many years because it is not a battleground for soldiers. However, both sides had their own garrisons, and skirmishes were inevitable. When the two countries focused their trade and war on the vassal states south of the Wudu River, the town inevitably fell silent.

Fan Xian knew that this town still belonged to the Northern Wei Dynasty twenty years ago, and was later incorporated into the territory of Qingguo.

Therefore, the inhabitants of the town did not have any sense of intimacy with their own regiment, and it seemed that it would take some years for the people of a country to truly accept the fact that the rule had been changed.

The glazed tiles in the town reflected a not-so-bright light towards the sky, but Fan Xian, who was sitting in the carriage in the middle of the street, squinted his eyes and kept thinking about what he should do after entering the territory of Northern Qi.

A faint smile floated on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, he had never seen his mother, but it was wonderful that he loved the woman named Ye Qingmei very much, when he thought that for many years, a little girl sneaked into the ethereal temple, and the world never knew where it was, he was amazed and admired his mother's courage, guts, and wisdom.

Fan Xian knew that he was inferior to his mother, and this fact did not discourage him in the slightest, but made him more positive in facing this seemingly beautiful thing. In fact, it was a very dangerous second life.

So he needed to know where the temple was, and then feel the breath left over from the place where his mother stepped on it.

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There is a small river on the periphery of Wuduhe Town, which is the boundary river between the Northern Qi and Qingguo today. A temporary trestle has been erected over the river, which will be able to accommodate a horse-drawn carriage.

The officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the official of the Honglu Temple in the mission were waiting for the arrival of the mission on the other side of the bridge, and on the other side of the river, the listless, yellow-skinned local garrisons were also on guard, just looking at the posture of their guns, I really wondered if they were showing the majesty of their own army, or if they were sleeping with the barrel of their guns.

The first carriage went up the bridge. The wheels make a gurgling sound when they come into contact with the undulating wooden deck, and it looks like the bridge is about to collapse at any moment, which is a little scary.

Fan Xian had already gotten out of the car, walked to the other end of the bridge, said hello to the Northern Qi officials who came to greet him, and then looked back at the carriages behind him slowly pressing over the bridge one by one, and the bridge seemed to be more and more unable to withstand the continuous rape, and the squeaky sound became louder.

As if seeing the worry between Fan Xian's eyebrows, the Northern Qi official of the Nine Marquis hurriedly explained: "I tried, there is no problem." ”

Fan Xian nodded, knowing that the exchanges between the two countries were judged by strength, and there was no need for him to be too enthusiastic about this low-level official. His mind was mainly on the convoy of the Mission. If Begonia really wants to kill Sean and kill her mouth, then today on this bridge is her last chance.

As a female disciple of a generation of grandmaster Kuhe, she must be responsible for her master's reputation and the safety of the people of Northern Qi, so it is impossible for her to do it within the borders.

Suddenly, Fan Xian's heart moved, and he slowly turned around, only to see a poplar forest on the southeast bank of the river, and the trees were thin and stabbed straight towards the sky, looking like a spear in the army.

A village girl dressed in floral cloth. He was carrying a basket and watching the convoy pass by in a sedan chair. The riverside breeze blew and lifted the flower cloth towel she was wrapped around her head. Revealing that ordinary face, those clear eyes.

Fan Xian looked at the woman named Begonia with a smile, and nodded imperceptibly, expressing gratitude, which can be regarded as a gesture of goodwill. He knew that after going to Beijing in Northern Qi, he would inevitably deal with her again, and Chen Pingping also let himself find a way to get close to Kuhe.

Begonia and Fan Xian's imagination in Kyoto is not the same, she is not as beautiful as Shifei Xuan, but more beautiful than Shifei Xuan, the former beauty naturally refers to appearance, and the latter beauty refers to temperament.

Fan Xian has always thought that there is no fairy daughter in the world, if there is, it must be a female ghost.

Although Begonia came to assassinate Sean this time, and also thought about killing Fan Xian, Fan Xian still admired her very much, on the one hand, he admired the strong and natural strength of this girl, and on the other hand, because when Begonia crossed his waist in the meadow and pointed at Fan Xian's nose like a shrew to speak, the feeling of the village girl really made Fan Xian very fond of it.

The carriage stopped beside Fan Xian, and he opened the curtain and entered, without looking at the riverbank again.

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Crossing the river and crossing the forest, the convoy of the mission came to the official road under the protection of the regular army of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Fan Xian sniffed the air, looked at the first green trees next to the official road, and had a strange feeling in his heart-this is going abroad? Why don't you feel it at all?

The formation on the official road is more terrifying, there are two teams lined up along the left and right sides, one team is all women, there are tender little maids, young middle-aged servants, and old and gloomy old grandmothers. The other column was full of men, but it was even more gloomy than the women, dressed in brocade clothes, with a scimitar at his waist, and a cold smell on his body.

At least half of the members of the mission were members of the Gyeongkook Inspectorate. As soon as the convoy went to the official road, as soon as they saw the team of personnel wearing scimitars, a strong hostility began to brew, and everyone's hands subconsciously molded to the handle of the straight knife at the waist.

In the past ten years, the two sides have not known how many times they have fought openly and secretly, and the struggle between spies and counter-espionage is always so cruel and ruthless, and the hands of both sides have already been stained with each other's blood.

Today, they suddenly met on the official road, and both sides began to blush when they smelled each other's bodies.

The officials of Northern Qi hurriedly came up and explained a few words to Fan Xian, Fan Xian didn't care, waved his hand, and asked his subordinates to relax, after all, today is for the friendship between the two countries, and it is not a real battle on the battlefield, but the seven tiger guards behind him have been very calm.

It is indeed two neighboring countries with a strip of water, especially when crossing the border from the side of the Wudu River, the feeling is even more obvious.

Without waiting for a break, Fan Xian immediately asked his subordinates to start arranging the handover ceremony with the other party. Wang Qinian was a little puzzled and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you continue to let us escort Sean? Maybe on the way to Beijing, we can ask something." He didn't know what secrets Sean had in his heart, but as a confidant of Fan Tisi, he naturally knew that Fan Xian had something to ask for.

Fan Xian shook his head and said calmly: "Forget it, how can it be so convenient to move forward with these Northern Qi spies along the way." It's better to throw it to the other party, we can also worry less, if something goes wrong with Sean on the way, the Northern Qi side will naturally be responsible, do you dare not return Yan Bingyun to us?"

Having said that, Fan Xian was still a little depressed in his heart, once he entered Shangjing, not to mention whether Sean could save his life under the pressure of Kuhe's position, even if Sean returned to power because of the relationship between Uesugi and Tiger, he had no better way to open Sean's yellow, old and tight mouth.

The sound of tinkling chains sounded, Fan Xian coldly watched the old man being helped out of the carriage, Sean's legs were broken, so it was particularly difficult to get out of the car, and there was a faint sweet smell of blood in the pants at the knees.

Most of the Jinyi guards in Northern Qi are young people, and they don't know what Sean looks like at all, but in folk legends and oral traditions of the old people in the guard, they know that the secret service agency of Northern Qi is actually built by this poor old man who can't stand, in other words, this white-haired old man should be regarded as the ancestor of his own line.

A somewhat strange atmosphere permeated the scene of the handover, and the Northern Qi Jinyiwei didn't know how to treat Sean at all, whether he was a hero of the country, or a remnant of the previous dynasty, an ancestor of his own cadre, or a felony who would have to be strictly guarded against in the future?

After a moment of silence, the emotions flowing in everyone's blood finally prevailed, and the brocade guards on the official road dismounted in unison, half-knelt on the ground, bowed to the old man, and bowed in unison: "Meet Lord Xiao!"

With the sound of the roaring salute, a strong and familiar force seemed to have returned to the body of the old man Sean from then on, he looked at these disciples and grandchildren above the official road, squinted slightly, the silver hair flew in the wind, and the dry lips were slightly open, but he didn't say anything after all, just waved his hand lightly.

It was this feeling of waving his hand that made Fan Xian, who was observing from behind, feel a sigh of relief.

Sean stood up straight, his iron shoulders seemed to regain the strength to take up the world.

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On the other side, the women from Shangjing had already gotten into the carriage of the manager, and they didn't know how they carried so many ornaments and utensils with them, but they let the manager take a fragrant bath in the carriage, and after a long time, the door opened lightly, and the manager stepped on the embroidery pier of Microsoft and walked down from the carriage.

Everyone's eyes lit up, but Fan Xian's eyes dimmed and immediately returned to normal.

A pair of slender jade hands hung lightly outside the light blue wide sleeves, a plump curve was well lined by gorgeous clothes, black hair was lightly pulled, a simple ebony fork was on it, red lips were with vermilion, eyes looked forward to flowing waves, eyebrows were like distant daisies, and they were all around.

This is the manager, the peerless beauty who has a beautiful crown and a beautiful river, and captures the heart of the emperor.