The first two rains at the beginning of autumn came suddenly, went abruptly, with an inexplicable taste, as if the first rain was just to welcome Chen Pingping's return, and the second rain was to send Chen Pingping away. When the qiē on the court in front of the palace ended, the autumn rain stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were blown away, revealing an extremely high, light, and clear sky.

The people of Kyoto watched such a shocking scene today, but no one dared to talk about anything, silently scattered along the streets, the officials in front of the palace gate looked at each other, they didn't know what to do next, His Majesty had already returned to the palace, and the little grandfather left with the body of the old dean, and the rain that flowed on the ground did not converge into an idea, which made them so confused.

Thousands of years rushed back to Kyoto, along the way Fan Xian and the five hundred black horsemen have violated countless Qing laws and the rules of the Supervision Yuan, not to mention that when he broke into Kyoto, he casually stabbed so many court officials to death, plus he made a big fuss in front of His Majesty, according to theory, this is also a great crime that cannot be forgiven, but His Majesty Xià did not speak, who can cure Fan Xian's crime, who dares to cure Fan Xian's crime?

At this moment, Scholar Hu walked down from the head of the palace city, many officials saluted him, and now the scholar has remained silent, he looked at the extremely light blood marks on the wooden platform that were washed by the autumn rain, his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and when he looked back, he saw that Shu Wu, a former scholar who seemed to be aging more than ten years in an instant, left lonely along the foot of the city, without saying hello to these people.

Scholar Hu's heart was slightly dark, but he knew that he couldn't be controlled by this kind of emotion, Master He had already entered the palace, and he had to put away the future here. His gaze slowly swept over the faces of the officials of the six ministries, three temples and three courtyards, and said calmly: "The punishment is over, open the city gate, it should be as usual." ”

These officials in front of the palace couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard this, they had been worried about how to deal with Lord Xiao Fan's affairs next, but for now, at least for a short time, His Majesty the Emperor would be able to control his anger, and would not hand over such a dangerous work to the courtiers below.

Scholar Hu didn't care about the reaction of these ministers, his eyes narrowed slightly, there were no people from the Supervision Yuan in the six departments, three temples and three courtyards, which was normal, because the heads of the eight major departments of the Supervision Yuan were all locked up in prison at this time, and that Lord Xiaoyan seemed to have left quietly a long time ago.

Not only was the Supervision Yuan co-optized from inside and outside, but a heavy look flashed in the center of Scholar Hu's eyebrows, and he knew that there were also people in the palace who were accused, such as Ning Cai and Prince Jing, who finally risked their lives to intercede with His Majesty this morning, were both under house arrest in the palace at this time, and they didn't know what the situation was.

And Miss Fan doesn't seem to have come out since she healed His Majesty's injuries last night. Thinking of these things, and thinking of the 10,000 Qingguo Jīng Rui troops who were still stationed outside the Supervision Yuan, Scholar Hu's heart was chilled, and he knew that he had to find Fan Xian immediately and say something to this young grandfather who had the strength and courage to resist the palace.

———————————————————— the midday sun shone brightly on the Liujing River outside Kyoto, and the water was cold, just slightly warmer, and there was no merry fog rising. Opposite the river is a relict dúlì elegant courtyard, gray and white walls, green and yellow bamboo, the cold is pressing, the water on the tiles is sunburned into a piece of wet marks, but there is more time reversal of the heat.

In the sultry heat of early autumn, a black carriage drove through the bamboo sedan chair on the bank of the Liujing River and stopped steadily at the door of the courtyard.

This courtyard is Ye Qingmei's residence back then, the place where the eldest princess died, and the place where Fan Xian once worshiped the river. Since the Ye family incident, it has been included in the inner treasury industry by the royal family, and has become a separate courtyard, but for so many years, the emperor has rarely come here, and no lady and prince dare not ask to come here for a while, so it has been empty for more than 20 years, but three years ago, when the eldest princess was planning the Kyoto incident, she didn't know what kind of situation she considered, and lived here temporarily.

It is precisely because this annex is quiet and rarely visited, and because of the cold taste of history carried by this annex, everyone has some urge to stay away, so the inner court is not very strict with the care of this place, and only four royal guards are stationed here.

Seeing that this black sè carriage ignored the royal seal outside the courtyard, and rushed over directly, these few guards looked different and walked forward, but before they could say anything, they were restrained with crossbow arrows by a group of people rushing behind the black sè carriage, and they were disarmed and bound.

An inspectorate stepped forward and silently pulled the curtain open.

The footsteps were faint, covered in rain, and the pale Fan Xian walked down from the carriage with Chen Pingping's body in his arms, and the rain on his body dripped down his personal black clothes and the old man in his arms, making a clicking sound.

The door of the Taiping Courtyard opened, Fan Xian didn't look at these subordinates, he walked in solemnly, and with a creak, the door was closed immediately behind him, and the officials of the Supervision Yuan immediately dispersed, controlling all the key positions of this bamboo bridgehead, and looked around.

After a while, only a rush with a chaotic hoof sound was heard, and hundreds of tired black cavalry drove along the official road on the other side of the Liujing River.

Immediately afterward, another thunderous sound of horses' hooves stopped farther away, and I don't know if it was the Kyoto garrison or the troops of the forbidden army.

Finally, a black carriage drove over and stopped on the opposite side of the bamboo bridge, and an official with a frosty face walked down from the carriage, it was Yan Bingyun. He didn't cross the bridge, just quietly looked at the officials of the Supervision Yuan at the gate of the courtyard at the other end of the bridge.

Most of the officials of the Supervision Yuan who followed Fan Xian to the Taiping Courtyard were officials from one place, except for a few members of the Qi Nian Group scattered throughout Kyoto. Yan Bingyun is now in control of the shape of the Fangzheng yīn forest building of the Supervision Yuan with the help of the palace now, but he can't control all the eight major places of the Supervision Yuan, especially one.

Fan Xian was so tough in the only place back then, the officials in one place regarded Fan Xian as an ancestor, and the big drama in front of the palace came to an end, when Fan Xian left the square in front of the palace with Chen Pingping's body shortly after, an official in a place drove a black carriage to meet him.

Yan Bingyun squinted his eyes and looked at his colleagues on the other side of the bridge, not surprised by the lofty prestige that Fan Xian had in the courtyard, especially in one place. He just thought it was strange, His Majesty had also sent someone to keep an eye on one place, the news was not smooth, Fan Xian had just returned to Kyoto, how did the officials of these places know? And it was so coincidental that he received him, which was really a little incomprehensible.

Yan Bingyun didn't know that the young hostess in Fan's mansion reacted as soon as the news of Chen Pingping's assassination of the emperor came out, she had already prepared for her husband in advance, and had been secretly keeping in touch with one place, and when Fan Xian rode into the law field alone, the people in one place had already begun to move.

As for the hundreds of tired but still undespised black horsemen, they received Fan Xian's prior order and decided to assemble in the Taiping Courtyard. Fan Xian thought clearly before entering Beijing, no matter whether he could save the old cripple or not, probably these people would always need to meet in the Taiping Courtyard.

Yan Bingyun stood at the head of the bridge and was silent for a long time, cleaned up his wet official uniform, walked towards the bridge alone, the squeaking sound kept ringing, he finally walked to the other end of the bridge, and saluted with the hateful and disdainful gaze of an official secret agent, and said in a deep voice: "Talk about Bingyun everywhere, ask to see the dean." ”

............ Fan Xian didn't know that Yan Bingyun had already appeared outside the Taiping Courtyard at this time, but he could imagine that someone was going to come to see him and persuade him. He was even able to accurately understand that he had come out of Kyoto step by step, and he didn't know how many people were following him, and he didn't know how many of Qingguo's jīng rui troops were gathering outside the Taiping Courtyard at this time, waiting for the success of the persuasion...... Or if it doesn't work, this is all the intention of the emperor Lao Tzu, right?

But he didn't think about it, and he didn't bother to think about it, he just felt that he was very tired, very tired, and his body was very empty, and those true qi that was usually abundant like mountains and rivers seemed to have been spit out in the previous cry, and the turbid qi in his chest was spit out, and the true qi was also spit out, and all that was left was emptiness.

Fan Xian felt that his steps had never been as heavy as today, his body had never been so weak as today, and the old man in his arms was obviously very light, but why was it getting heavier and heavier?

With his slightly damp hair on his forehead, he walked across the lawn with Chen Pingping in his arms, walked past the flower trees, walked through the small lake surrounded by the side, and came to a secluded place, there were flowers on the wall, and he gently picked a small yellow flower that was shrunk and opened.

Then he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it in the corner of the flower wall, only to hear a few creaks, and a hole slowly appeared in the ground, and there were stone steps going down, not too far, and the sunlight in the sky could reflect the dry stone slab below.

There is a secret room in the Taiping Courtyard, which must not be a secret to those old people back then, even the eldest princess, who was still young at the time, once found one in the courtyard. After the Ye family incident, the emperor should have come to the other courtyard to investigate the whereabouts of the box, but he didn't find it, and he always had some strange feelings for this courtyard, so he never came again.

For Fan Xian, this secret passage is very familiar, because after opening that box many years ago, Uncle Wuzhu once took him to the Taiping Courtyard, and went down this passage to find the bullet that the burning stick needed most.

Walking down step by step, it seems that you are about to enter the netherworld, but in fact it is just a secret room about three feet above the ground, the room is dry and clean, there are no other furnishings and treasures, just a few chairs, and a few coffins.

Fan Xian put one hand on the edge of the coffin, slightly forced, lifted the coffin lid, and then carefully put the thin body of the old man in his arms into it, took a small porcelain pillow and carefully cushioned the back of his head, looked at the silk in the coffin, Fan Xian tilted his head slightly, and did not cover it for him.

Chen Pingping's eyes were closed, and her body was only covered with the official uniform of the Supervision Institute that Fan Xian had taken off, Fan Xian stood next to the coffin and quietly looked at his thin cheeks and sunken eye sockets, and suddenly felt that this all-black dress was more suitable than those gorgeous silks.

The all-black clothes are the official uniform of the Supervision Yuan, taken off from Fan Xian's body, naturally it is the system of the president of the Supervision Yuan, in Fan Xian's opinion, Chen Pingping is difficult to judge in this life, but presumably the other party likes to die as the president of the Supervision Yuan.

Fan Xian stood quietly next to the coffin and looked at the sleeping Chen Pingping, thinking that in the Dharma field before, in the autumn rain, this old man seemed to be gradually falling asleep in his arms, and he held his hand tightly before he fell asleep, he shouldn't be afraid, right?

Looking at that old and pale face, Fan Xian suddenly remembered a lot of things, when he was very young, this old man who liked to put a woolen blanket on his lap, asked Teacher Fei Jie to teach himself, so that he could learn the ability to protect himself in this treacherous world, so that he was familiar with all the regulations and structures in the Supervision Yuan from a very young age, probably from the day he was born, the old man had already thought about keeping the Supervision Yuan that he valued the most treasured to himself.

Fan Xian thought of the scene when he saw Chen Pingping for the first time, it was in the dark room of the Supervision Yuan, it was obvious that the two of them met for the first time, but when he looked at the old cripple in the wheelchair, it was like seeing an elder who he hadn't seen for a long time, and a natural closeness was like that in the hearts of the two.

That rì Fan Xian lowered his head, gently hugged the thin Chen Pingping, and pasted his face, and now he hugged him and pasted his face.

Watching the fish and talking about the world by the shallow pool, playing with the small flowers, chasing and dancing in the two wheelchairs in Chen Yuan, probably it will never be possible to reproduce again, right? Can't think about it anymore, Fan Xian closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes immediately, lowered his body and gently put the shrunken yellow flower in his hand, and gently put it in Chen Pingping's white hair between his sideburns.

............ After being silent for a long time, Fan Xian didn't say anything more, closed the upper lid of the coffin, picked up the prepared big nail from the side, aimed at the side seam of the coffin lid, and then used it in his palm and slashed it down.

Several muffled sounds sounded in succession, Fan Xian slapped palm by palm in silence, nailed all the big nails down, nailed the entire coffin to death, and locked the old man in another world, a world that he could no longer touch.

After doing this qiē, Fan Xian looked at this black coffin and began to be in a daze, this is only a temporary disposal, there is always a rì, Fan Xian wants to send the old man back to his hometown, or a place where no one knows, and will not let him stay near this dark Kyoto forever, although this is the Taiping Courtyard, Chen Pingping must also like to live here, but it is still too close to Kyoto, too close to the palace.

Fan Xian's body shook slightly, and he felt that endless tiredness and exhaustion began to come to his heart, and he sat down on the wooden chair on high legs beside him, his legs on the edge of the chair, his head buried deep in his knees, and his hands hung weakly by his side.

The nail cut on the palm of his right hand began to bleed, and the blood fell to the ground dripping.

Fan Xian sat with his head buried in this way, I don't know how long he sitted, how long, the rainwater accumulated on the lawn of the Taiping Villa above his head began to flow down the stone steps, wetting layer by layer, and freezing layer by layer.

............ The sunlight was slowly shifting in the sky, and the light in the underground dark room was also flickering and dimming, and I don't know if it was the angle of the light or the thickness of the clouds that brought this qiē. A voice reached Fan Xian's guards, who slowly raised his head from between his knees, stepped out of his chair, glanced at the silent and dark coffin again, and walked up the wet stone steps.

After a strange noise, the secret door above the stone chamber was tightly closed, and there was no more sunlight or flowing water to penetrate in, and the place returned to calm and darkness.

Fan Xian walked along the grass path next to the lake to the door of the Taiping Courtyard, and when he reached a place not far from the wooden gate, he heard a low report from a subordinate. A complicated expression flashed on Fan Xian's indifferent face, and he whispered something, and sat down on a severed tree in the courtyard.

The wooden door opened, Yan Bingyun walked in, stood in front of Fan Xian, lowered his head, and didn't speak for a long time, perhaps because he didn't know how to speak.

"From the day there was movement in the palace, you should be involved from beginning to end, then I don't want to leave out any details. Fan Xian sat tiredly on the root of the broken tree, his right hand on his lap, and his face was a little unhealthy white.

Yan Bingyun glanced at his right hand and found that it was bleeding, and his heart shook slightly, but he didn't explain too much, but said calmly: "In the second year of junior high school, I was summoned to the palace, and when I got the will, I began to make arrangements. As for Scholar He's arrest of Gundam in Dazhou, and His Majesty's use of this matter to keep the dean in Dazhou and then use the Kyoto garrison to capture people, I only know the approximate situation, but I don't know the details. ”

"Sue me for the details you know. ”

Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian, who had his head down, and found that Lord Xiao Fan was different from any time before, his facial expression was so calm, calm and palpitating, not at all like the reaction that a normal person should have.

From the early morning when the Kyoto garrison escorted the black carriage into Beijing, to the quarrel in the imperial study in the palace, to the serious injury of His Majesty, to Chen Pingping's injury by the celadon cup and being sent to the prison of the Supervision Yuan, Yan Bingyun did not hide any details, and even the ugly role he played in it was clearly explained.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, slowly raised his head, looked at him and said, "Then what are you doing with me at this time? Do you want to drag that old cripple back and cut a few more knives? Or do you have to let him die without a place to be buried?"

Yan Bingyun didn't need to control his feelings in front of him, and a trace of grief appeared on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaguan must come to see you, Dean, and I want to guarantee that you won't go crazy." ”

"What is madness? rebellion?" Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, and his laughter was full of coldness, "Aren't those troops of the Kyoto garrison and the forbidden army outside the courtyard used to do this?"

At this time, there was a faint sense of smoke and dust outside the courtyard, and it was obvious that the earth had just fallen an autumn rain, but it was dry, who knew how many troops were ambushed outside the Taiping Courtyard, and how many masters were used to suppress Fan Xian.

Yan Bingyun controlled his mind strongly, looked at Fan Xian and said indifferently: "Anyway, the old dean has already gone, no matter how angry you are, you can't change this qiē." Even if you can escape from Kyoto, what can you do? Yes, Deng Ziyue is in Xiliang, Su Wenmao is in Neiku in northern Fujian, Xia Qifei is in Suzhou, the cadres of the Qi Nian group, and the most powerful officials and secret agents in the courtyard have all been taken out by me and sprinkled on the place where you have the strictest control, once you leave Kyoto, you can regain sixty percent of the strength of the Supervision Yuan, but ...... What can you do?"

Fan Xian looked at him indifferently and didn't say a word at all.

"Okay, now you are the master of the sword house in Dongyi City, and there are countless swordsmen under your command to drive you, plus the 10,000 jīng soldiers stationed in Dongyi City under His Royal Highness at this time, but...... The 10,000 soldiers may not be able to completely control His Highness, take 10,000 steps back, will His Highness turn against His Majesty because of you, or because of the old dean?" Yan Bingyun's lips were a little dry, and his throat was a little congested, but he still said strongly: "Shizi Hongcheng is in Dingzhou, he is your best friend, but even if he raises troops for you, those Dingzhou soldiers are willing to listen to him?"

"I have to say that in this world, only you have the strength to stand on the opposite side of Your Majesty, but ...... You're still no match for your majesty. ”

"Finished?" Fan Xian squinted at him slightly, shook his head tiredly, and said, "If you want to convince me, shouldn't you take out the handwritten letter that Chen Pingping left for you?"

Yan Bingyun's body was shocked, he originally thought that what he had done in the Supervision Yuan these days would definitely anger Fan Xian, but he didn't expect that the other party had already found out about it from the beginning.

Fan Xian looked at him: "However, even if you take it out, I don't want to see it, it's nothing more than to take care of the so-called overall situation, in order to prevent the Supervision Yuan from getting out of control for a while, and being forcefully erased by His Majesty...... So you have to be the second dog of the majesty, forcibly keep this yard, and in order to win the trust of that man, you have to do something. ”

"I know you're uncomfortable, uncomfortable. Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun, who was slightly distracted, and said indifferently: "But this is what you ask for, thinking that this is a kind of pleasure of enduring humiliation and burden? Wrong, you just have water in your head, Chen Pingping What he wants to do, you just listen to what he does? He wants you to kill him, and you kill him too?"

"The old dean is thinking about the lives of thousands of sons and daughters of the Supervision Yuan, and for the people of this world. Yan Bingyun said in a hoarse voice: "Even if I am misunderstood, what if I become a thorn in the side of the officials in the courtyard?" Do you want me to watch the world in chaos?" "Why can't the world be chaotic? For the sake of the people of the world?" Fan Xian suddenly laughed strangely, with a cough in his laughter, coughing up a few traces of blood, "How many people are there in the world these days...... Considered for them?"

"I don't forgive you. Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun quietly, and every word he said was chilling, "One qiē for Qingguo, one qiē for His Majesty, one qiē for the world, this is your attitude, but not my attitude, for the people I care about, even if tens of millions of people die? And you didn't do this for me...... So, I don't forgive you. ”

Yan Bingyun knew that under Fan Xian's gentle appearance, there was an extremely strong heart of love and hate, and after he was silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke: "I don't need anyone to forgive, the old dean's choice is the same as mine, so I did it, for the sake of Qingguo, I can do anything." ”

"Very well, so that he can become a good courtier of His Majesty, because he may be a good emperor to those dead people. Fan Xian slowly stood up, "But for me, neither he nor you are people who can be trusted, because in your hearts, there are things more important than partners." ”

"Prince Jing and Ning Cairen are under house arrest in the palace, and Miss Fan is also in the palace. Yan Bingyun suddenly felt a little cold, and said hurriedly.

Fan Xian replied that his voice was mocking and indifferent: "For His Majesty, this is a matter of course. ”

Seeing Fan Xian walking towards the wooden door with tired steps, Yan Bingyun's heart suddenly tightened, and an irrepressible fear surged into his heart, not for himself, but for Fan Xian, and shouted loudly: "Where are you going?"

Fan Xian's hand on the wooden door stiffened slightly, did not look back, and said tiredly: "Go home and sleep." ”

............ Walking out of the wooden door of the Taiping Courtyard, looking at an official of the Supervision Institute at the head of the bridge as if facing a great enemy, looking at the hundreds of black horsemen who had been forced to suppress fatigue on the other side of the bridge and barely integrated a defensive formation, Fan Xian sighed in his heart, on the other side of the bridge, on the other side of the Qinghuang Autumn Forest, the emperor Lao Tzu used to suppress his own army, and how could these subordinates who he brought back to Beijing in a hurry be able to resist.

The bright sun shook his eyes, and only then did he feel the exhaustion and sadness that the damage to humanity could be so great, and he walked across the bamboo bridge with vague steps, and gave a few orders lightly to his subordinates who were still desperately following him in such a tense moment.

The deputy commander of the black cavalry and those officials in one place were silent for a long time, but they also knew that the little grandfather was thinking about the lives of his own people, so he didn't say more, and knelt on one knee in unison, not knowing whether it was the young dean in front of him or the old dean buried in the Taiping Courtyard.

After kneeling, hundreds of people mingled and retreated along the beautiful and quiet Liuxi River towards the west.

Yan Bingyun, who had been silently following behind Fan Xian, glanced at those people with complicated eyes, followed him across the bridge, walked onto the official road, and then saw thousands of cavalry on the official road that were all over the field, all in armor, these cavalry were densely arranged, and the momentum was amazing.

Fan Xian looked at these powerful forces expressionlessly, put his hands behind his back, walked over slowly, and walked in front of the handsome man in countless pairs of jǐng ti eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Withdraw the scouts and pursuers from the ambush, I want none of my people to be injured." ”

Ye Zhong squinted slightly, and there was a slight coldness in his eyes.