Compared to the residents of Kyoto who wait to see the bustle, Fan Xian has no jīng gods. He was carefully writing some notes in his study, trying his best to copy the intelligence analysis report of the Supervision Yuan into a slightly bookish judgment in the tone of a young man who had lived in Kyoto for a long time. Lest the officials of Honglu Temple hear their words, their jaws fall to the ground, and they wonder when Qingguo has another terrifying intelligence agency in addition to the Supervision Yuan of His Majesty the Emperor, and this agency is still working for a mere Eight Rank Xielu Lang.

Fan Ruoruo was not very good, and while copying it in small letters, he pasted the note and said: "Brother, this is really strange, where did you get this information, why don't you use it directly, you have to make the reason ridiculous." ”

Fan Xian rarely hides anything from his sister, and even Lin Wan'er is not as good as Ruoruo. He said with a bitter face: "I was just lazy at the beginning, so I wanted to borrow the power of the other party, who knew that such a meticulous and terrifying case would be made." The source of this information is not visible, so it cannot be handed over directly to Honglu Temple. ”

"Who is the envoy of the Northern Qi Dynasty this time?" Fan Ruoruo was actually very happy that his brother could finally participate in the government openly. Although Fan Xian began to educate her from a very young age, she was a girl who grew up in the world of Qingguo after all, and she always thought that she was a man and made tofu every day, which could only be regarded as entertainment, not for a long time.

"It's not the Imperial Party, it's not the Empress Dowager Party, and it's not the tài sub dǎng, the Soft Rice Party. Fan Xian sorted out the information on the table, and said casually: "It is the younger brother of the Empress of Northern Qi, Changning Hou, and I heard that he is also a great talent." However, the most conspicuous figure in the Northern Qi mission this time was not him, but his teacher. Everyone in the literary circle of the Northern Qi Dynasty is called Zhuang Mohan, as long as he is a scholar in the world, he is very admired. I don't know what price the Northern Qi side paid, and even pulled him into the mission, and when the time comes, the palace will judge, I am afraid that His Majesty will also give him some face, and this butcher style who wants money will be more restrained. ”

"Zhuang Mohan?" Fan Ruoruo was startled, and his face suddenly exuded a luster.

This is the first time Fan Xian has seen the look of the star chaser on his sister's face, Ruoruo has always been a very light woman, in addition to worshiping her brother very much, she has always been unapologetic to other scholars. Somehow, Fan Xian felt a little jealous in his heart, and said: "Fortunately, it is clear in the case file that this Zhuang Mohan is already seventy years old, otherwise I really have to be careful." ”

Fan Ruoruo said ashamedly: "As a brother, he doesn't have a proper shape." ”

Fan Xian laughed and said, "If you really like that old man, you can't be called a straight shape." Seeing that Ruoruo was extremely angry, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "To be serious, do you have an idea about what Rì told you in the grange?"

That night, the moon and stars were scarce, and the brother and sister were married after the little girl on the ridge, but if you were troubled for a while, and no one around you saw the young talents, you had no choice but to stop. At this moment, Fan Xian remembered something about it, and frowned: "The last time we met the Holy Lord by chance on the bank of the Liujing River, did he say a word?"

"What words?" Fan Ruoruo rarely showed a confused expression, it seemed that the brother and sister were too shocked at the time, and their memories were a little vague.

Fan Xian closed his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, slapped the table, and said in shock: "The Holy Lord wants to arrange a marriage for you!"

"Huh?" Fan Ruoruo was frightened.

If you say that the children of the official eunuch family are most afraid of marriage, if they are lucky, it is okay to be like Lin Wan'er with Fan Xian. If it is like Ren Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, with a tigress county lord, and his life is not smooth, it will be miserable. And among all the marriage arrangements, the most terrible thing is the finger marriage from the palace, the holy will cannot be violated, even if you are asked to marry a gentleman, you will not be able to find a place to reason.

If it is said that the official eunuchs in previous years still have the possibility of sending their daughters to the palace to invite the holy favor, but this emperor is not a good woman, and this road is not passable. Even the two princes with the crown prince and the adult did not dare to accept more concubines, although the name of the prince spread all over Kyoto, but in the East Palace, there were only three concubines who were deserted.

Fan Ruoruo also remembered the words that His Majesty seemed to have inadvertently said, she was shocked, tears gradually spread in her eyes, and she said in a trembling voice: "What should I do then?"

Fan Xian's brain moved very quickly, and he immediately calculated the possible ones in his heart, squinted his eyes and said: "The eldest prince, the second prince, and the prince of King Jing, although my father is only a squire, but with the status of the Fan family, it is estimated that His Majesty can only choose among these three." If you want to choose which minister's son to marry, then don't be afraid, if you are not happy, I naturally have a way to push this family business. ”

If the object of the finger is the minister's son, and his sister is unwilling, Fan Xian will naturally think of many ways, after all, there are now his father, Chen Pingping, and the prime minister standing behind him. The so-called Trinity of cattle people, even the prince of the East Palace is now trying to win himself over. As long as it wasn't for the two princes and the prince of King Jing, Fan Xian had the confidence to mess up all the marriages that his sister was unhappy with.

But the biggest possibility is the most expensive of the three young ones. Fan Xian was quiet for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but scold: "I said that Li Hongcheng, this kid, goes to the Qinglou every day, but he doesn't get married, so he is waiting here!"

Seeing his sister's frightened expression, Fan Xian smiled and comforted: "The eldest prince has been fighting in the Western Barbarians all the year round, and I heard that he is also heroic. Although the second prince has never seen it, he has heard that he is also a very powerful character. As for Li Hongcheng, the son of King Jing, our brother and sister are familiar with it, except for some flowers, there is nothing bad about it. If you really want to marry Li Hongcheng in the future, with me on your side, let alone visiting the Qinglou, I won't even let him take one into the concubine room, sister rest assured. ”

It's okay that he is not comforted, after this careful analysis, Fan Ruoruo felt more and more that this matter was true, as if it was about to come, and said sadly: "Brother, but I don't want to marry these three people." ”

Fan Xian sighed, didn't want to continue to discuss this growing pain, and joked softly: "What's wrong, when I see you in the future, I have to respect what a concubine, in case the second prince really becomes the emperor in the future, your mother will be the world...... Isn't it my mother?"

The joke was very unfunny, so Ruoruo didn't break into laughter, and there was an awkward silence in the study. In the silence, the brother and sister have their own thoughts, if there is a confusion in his heart, Fan Xian's heart is a piece of perseverance, if there is really something in the future, he has to prepare some means.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――― the place where the negotiations took place was not very spacious, and it was located in the largest room of the Honglu Temple. Between the envoys of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the reception officials of Qingguo, there was no extremely long table, but just sat on their respective chairs like gossip, with tea on the table, and talked about things like a day. Fan Xian insisted on sitting on the most inconspicuous chair at the bottom, looking at this scene with cold eyes, and thought of a word in his previous life: tea party.

Although he was nominally the deputy envoy of the reception, because the process had not yet entered the final link, he insisted on sitting below, so the officials of Honglu Temple were not good.

Under the gentle exchange of words, there was a hidden sword and sword shadow, and after saying a few words, the voices of the ministers of the two countries who had already seen each other on the battlefield began to gradually rise, and the buttocks of some anxious ministers were even about to leave the chair.

"Hmph, I don't know if this battle in the Northern Frontier, is it your Northern Qi victory, or my dynasty victory?" A six-grade master in Honglu Temple could no longer bear the other party's unreasonable statement, stood up and reprimanded sharply.

"The war is so dangerous, and my majesty is worried about the subjects of the world, so the war is ceased with benevolence and righteousness, and the victory or defeat is not decided, and where do I know who is the winner. "If the envoys of the Northern Qi State are not thick-skinned, it is impossible for them to be sent as sharp knife soldiers, and seeing the appearance of what the mustache said for granted, even Fan Xian, who has always been calm, can't wait to rush forward and beat him.

Honglu Temple Shaoqing Xin Qiwu smiled slightly, but Fan Xian saw a little bit of yīn danger from this smile, which was the confidence accumulated by Qingguo's twenty years of victory. I only heard this high-ranking official of Qingguo say softly: "In this case, your envoy, please go back, between you and me, there will be another fight, and after the real victory or defeat, it is not too late to negotiate." ”

What is this? This is a naked threat, this is a naked state terrorism, this is a naked hooligan habit.

Fan Xian did not show a shocked look on his face, but he was extremely admired in his heart: "This Xin Shaoqing really dares to say it." ”

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the Northern Qi side began to attack Qingguo officials for speaking indiscriminately, which had an irreparable impact on the friendship between the two countries, but Xin Shaoqing continued to reply coldly: "When has there ever been such a thing as friendship between you and me?"

"Wei Xiaobao's negotiation is probably this style. Fan Xian sighed in his heart, the dignified Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, he actually played a scoundrel in the exchanges between the two countries, if it were not for the fact that Qingguo was indeed strong, such a situation would not have appeared.

The negotiations of Honglu Temple have always been well coordinated, and the red face and black face took turns to play, and sure enough, another lord stood up with a benevolent face: "Your Excellency, don't forget your own duties, don't be excited by your feelings, and don't affect Your Majesty's original intention of rebuilding the good relations between the two countries." ”

The two sides brushed their sleeves away, the tea party was over, the high-level officials had already shown their figures, and the real fights at the negotiating table were handed over to the hard-working lower-level officials under them.

It's just that the negotiations are at an impasse and they can't move forward for a while. And Zhuang Mohan, the generation of the Northern Qi Mission, rarely came out to meet people after entering the palace and talking to the Queen Mother once, Fan Xian was a little puzzled, did the old man come on vacation?