"Spirited......"

Fan Xian stepped on the railing of the top floor of the Suzhou branch of Baoyue Building with one foot, and fanned the wind with a fan in one hand, and the cold rain stopped at the end of the continuous rì, and the heat went and came, instantly raising the temperature in the air.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the funeral procession passing through the street, listened to the sound of mourning and music babbling, and couldn't help laughing - Ming Qingda really has a set, the sadness and anger on the surface, and he did not share the will of the sky, and he actually let the Ming Lao Taijun's burial ceremony walk through the city, how ostentatious this way, along the road there are citizens with small cases, put Suguo worship, and there are some people who have received benefits called Huazi, kowtowing to the huge coffin that walks slowly along the street.

The sound of mourning is actually quite beautiful sometimes, at least in Fan Xian's ears at this time.

He shook his fan and couldn't help but sigh again: "Spirited......"

The wind came from the fan, he was too lazy to play any kind of battle with Mingyuan, and used a dead man to hinder his eyes, he didn't think it was exciting, if you want to go to the street, you will swim, anyway, there is no actual damage to yourself.

After sweeping away Ming Lao Liu and Lao Taijun's related henchmen, Ming Qingda has gradually and firmly controlled the situation in Ming Yuan, and it is precisely under his strong suppression that tens of thousands of people in the Ming family did not let out the last roar of jade burning because of the unnatural death of Ming Lao Taijun.

The scholars who were clamoring in Suzhou City a few times ago were divided by Fan Xian by playing a trick, and they were educated with sticks, and they could no longer get the support of the Ming family, and their momentum suddenly weakened, as Fan Xian expected, the so-called righteous indignation could not last in the end.

Of course, Fan Xian also knew that if he wanted to suppress the revenge voice within the Ming family, he must have suffered Ming Qingda, the old man, but this matter was originally made by Ming Qingda, if he didn't want Fan Xian...... Fa Biao, these hardships, these difficulties, these qi must be swallowed.

And what really made Fan Xian happy was that the crows sprinkled in the crowd a few days ago had already sent back the news, I don't know if it was the sudden silence of the Ming family, so that the elders of the Junshan Society had no time to react, at least in the Jiangnan area, some deacons of the Junshan Society made some rather stupid responses - such as provoking the citizens to gather to make trouble.

With the secret investigation of the Supervision Yuan in this matter, and with the help of a few people who Ming Qingda secretly sold to Huayuan, the Supervision Yuan has already set its sights on a manor in the lower reaches of the Great River, which is a stronghold of the Junshan Society in Jiangnan.

Maybe it's just an inconspicuous manor, and it's not very important to the Junshan Society, but Fan Xian needs to eradicate them to show his posture.

If you are in Jiangnan, you Junshan Club had better be honest for the time being.

If you're not honest, I'll shut you up.

............ The black rider could not enter the Ming Garden, because His Majesty did not like to watch the force of the Supervision Yuan enter the local government affairs too much. But for such a mysterious and even faintly antagonistic organization as the Junshan Society, His Majesty, the emperor of Qingguo, should not care what means Fan Xian will use.

Xue Qing, the governor of Jiangnan Road, did not oppose Fan Xian's plan, after all, it was a little too late to ask Kyoto for instructions.

Today, the old lady of the Ming Dynasty was buried at the funeral, and it was also the time when the five hundred black horsemen sneaked across the river to go to a bloody place.

The funeral procession had already passed through the long street below Baoyue Tower, Fan Xian noticed that some powerful figures had withdrawn from the team very carefully, these Jiangnan people did not want to offend the Ming family on the one hand, and on the other hand, they did not dare to save the face of Lord Qincha too much, so they were sent to the city gate and turned back by themselves.

"Spirited......"

Although Fan Xian was not fluttering, he also began to feel deep down in his heart that power is really like a drug, no wonder Xi Zhe has words, Shaolong relays, forums are common, absolute so-and-so, bring absolute so-and-so.

But Fan Xian knew that he didn't need **, and he thought unashamedly that his jīng god realm was still relatively high, so he couldn't help but sigh for the third time.

In the script, someone should ask at this time: "Why do you ...... adult?"

It's a pity that Wang Qinian will have to wait another half a year before because of Nanqing, Deng Ziyue beside him pondered strangely for a long time before he held back a sentence: "My lord...... It seems to be in a good mood. ”

............ Fan Xian smiled and said, "Of course the mood is good, this old woman died cleanly, on top of a tall building, how can she not be happy to see others go to the grave." ”

Deng Ziyue thought about what was so happy about this, and couldn't help but ask: "Jiangnan people ......"

After only saying three words, Fan Xian stopped and said with a sneer: "Mo Lai repeats those remarks, what is the will of the people, in a few months, these people will forget about it." What kindness, what benefits, just can remember a few days, after all, it is no match for cooking at home without oil, cooking without rice, these things are important. Commoners...... The people are the most forgetful kind of people in the world. ”

The words have a point, and the reference is naturally in Fan Xian's life experience, in the Ye family, which has long been blown away by the wind and rain and turned into the imperial court's inner treasury.

At that time, compared with today's Ming family, the Ye family was ten times more beautiful, ten times more powerful, and ten times more virtuous to the people.

Deng Ziyue was stunned and silent, knowing that he had touched the pain of Lord Tisi for many years, he didn't dare to say anything more, and finally understood why Lord Tisi would sneer at the people's will whenever he mentioned the people's will and people's hearts, and he didn't care about it.

"We are only the courtiers of His Majesty, not the courtiers of these people. Fan Xian said something completely opposite to serving the people.

At this point, what is Fan Xian's dissatisfaction? The Ming family is the monkey in the palm of his hand, Jiangnan must be, Xia Qifei has sent back the news from Jiangbei, some rìzi and the second brother have been hooked up a few times, the turmoil in the household department in Beijing is fixed, the medicine collection in Hangzhou is urgent, and the three major squares in the inner library are in full swing, under the gaze of the shopkeeper of Qingyutang, Yan sù is serious and lively...... As for the officialdom, the relationship between Fan Xian and Xue Qing has become closer, and the trust of His Majesty in the palace has not diminished slightly, especially after the matter of the Ming family, Fan Xian has damaged his name, and there is no doubt that the emperor has pity for his illegitimate son who is willing to be lonely.

Looking left and right, it is all their own big victory, as for Junshanhui...... A sneer flashed at the corner of Fan Xian's lips, the old cripple in Chen Yuan outside Beijing didn't know what he thought, anyway, Fan Xian didn't plan to delve too much into this matter, the so-called raising tigers was like this.

To completely eradicate the Junshan Society, first of all, this is a very difficult thing to accomplish, even if Fan chats and looks around, risking the loss of most of the strength in his hands, he may not be able to do this, just looking at the extremely strong Qingmiao Second Sacrifice and Three Stone Masters are just abandoned pawns thrown out by the Junshan Society, you can imagine how much terrifying strength this nominally loose organization hides.

Even if with the help of his father and the old cripple, the family fought hard and really succeeded in subverting the Junshan Society, Jiangnan Ding, and the monarch's power was stable, and the emperor would not allow Fan Xian to lead the troops to fight, so what else could Fan Xian do?

Fan Xian is reluctant to become the second Chen Pingping, so for some contradictions, he will not rush to resolve and extinguish them, but hopes that this contradiction will slowly bloom in the situation that he can control, like a poisonous flower.

Of course, he didn't expect that the idea of being on the Baoyue Tower today was so consistent with the idea of the old cripple, both the old and the young, were secretly working hard for a purpose that could not be declared, and the only regret was that neither of them seemed to be willing to communicate with each other, perhaps...... Do you want to implicate each other?

If you don't study the Junshan Society, it doesn't mean that you don't deal with the Junshan Society, the Junshan Society has a few ways in Jiangnan and Fan Xian, and he always has to settle this account back, so at this time, the black rider is quietly moving forward on that mountain road.

After a few months of calculations, the only small loophole is the account room of the Junshan Club, Mr. Zhou. This person has not been killed, and under the surveillance of Ming Qingda and himself, he can still escape quietly, which shows that this person must be an important corner in the Junshan Society, and maybe he has the real inside story of the Junshan Society.

And begonias ...... He never came back, and Fan Xian's eyebrows flashed with a hint of worry, that Mr. Zhou must be under the protection of a very powerful person.

He left from the railing, sat back on the table, and instructed Deng Ziyue: "Contact the Governor's Mansion and issue a sea fishing paper......

His voice was very low: "The portrait of Steward Zhou, the Ming family has sent someone to send it, you hand it over to the Governor's Mansion, and check it on both sides." ”

Deng Ziyue was more and more dignified, knowing that there was no good way for adults, so he had to start using the power of the government to strive to force him from the bright side, as for the portrait, he also knew that it was painted by the big girl of the old lady of the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Xian sighed and said, "If you can catch that Mr. Zhou alive...... Isn't this a wonderful thing, you say?"

............" is indeed wonderful. ”

The top floor of Baoyue Building was empty, only Fan Xian was sitting at the table, but at this time, on the side of the railing, on that table, there were suddenly two more people, and then Fan Xian's words answered indifferently!

Countless metal sheaths sounded in the top floor, full of force.

The seven Tiger Guards, led by Gundam, clasped their hands on the odd-shaped long knives and turned into a mountain-shaped shape, protecting Fan Xian behind him!

At the same time on the side of the building, more than a dozen swordsmen from the six departments of the Supervision Institute poured out, their long swords were not drawn on their bodies, and their hands were already raised with blackened crossbow arrows, which were not very reflective and looked very bad, and they were facing the two people on the table.

There was no one in the building, but there were two more people quietly, and the arrival of the other party not only concealed the swordsmen of the six departments of the Supervision Yuan, the tiger guard, and Fan Xian, who had already healed from his internal injuries, what kind of realm is this!

However, Fan Xian's defensive force also reacted extremely quickly, and in an instant, he isolated the two people.

More than ten crossbow arrows, plus the Seven Tiger Guards who can resist the begonias blossoms, plus a Fan Xian who is early in the ninth grade, even if the person who comes is Yun Zhilan of Dongyi City and Lord Wolf Tao of Northern Qi, everyone is confident that they will easily take down the other party.

However, in the face of such a formation, the two people did not have the slightest unusual expression, and the smile on the face of one of them was still a little reluctant, while the other figure wearing a hat was only indifferent from top to bottom, revealing indifference to everyone as if they were nothing.

The man in the hat slowly raised his head, revealing that strange face, there was no expression on his face, just those eyes, looking at the people in the building, as indifferent as if looking at a group of dead people.

"You want Mr. Zhou? This is Mr. Zhou. ”

That person was in the midst of the crossbows, as comfortable as the wind of Mu chūn, and naturally a domineering aura was born in the air, and he looked at Fan Xian coldly across everyone.

"But I won't give it to you. ”

Fan Xian looked at that person through the clothes of the tiger guards, his heart moved slightly, and he said calmly: "It turns out that you are protecting Mr. Zhou, no wonder Haitang has never succeeded...... Since you won't give me people, what are you doing when you come to see me? I don't have the habit of chatting with uninvited guests. ”

The man said indifferently: "A deal, withdraw the black horse, I will spare your life." ”

Spare your life? In such a situation, you actually say that you will spare Fan Xian's life?

Unless he is a fool, he will have such self-confidence. But Fan Xian knew very well that the other party was definitely not a fool, so the other party must have the ability to kill himself in such a situation.

So Fan Xian laughed instead and asked, "Is Begonia good?"

The man suddenly rolled his eyes strangely: "I rarely kill women. ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "That's good...... Put. ”

............ Very abruptly, very without warning!

As soon as the machine spring in the hands of the six swordsmen of the Supervision Yuan was loosened, more than 30 crossbow arrows fed with poison were divided into three batches of continuous fire, like dense dead rain, and shè on the table!

What Mr. Zhou, what Junshan Club, it's too late to care, as long as he can kill the person in front of him, Fan Xian thinks it's worth it...... A wry smile appeared on his lips.