The sky was dark, and the whole of Kyoto was shrouded in this atmosphere of solemnity, and the crisp autumn air was gone, and the cold rain that lasted for three or four days not only washed away the dust in the eaves above the houses, but also washed the bluestone slabs on the ground, and also brought the first chill of the autumn of the fifth year of Qingli.

Fan Xian rubbed his hands, sat on the second floor of the Xinfeng Pavilion, looked through the layers of rain curtains outside the window, looked at a yamen across the street, and then looked over there, it was the yamen of Dali Temple.

The rectification has been going on for some days, of course, Fan Xian does not think that just by shouting a few slogans and repeating the regulations, he can gather back the minds of all the court officials, so the secret self-correction and self-examination and investigation have been carried out, and after ruthlessly dismissing some people from their duties, and at the same time sending some officials to seven places for trial more iron-bloodedly, the atmosphere of the whole place has finally been effectively reversed, and the Yamen of Jīng, which is as dense as an instrument, has finally begun to operate effectively.

Fan Xian was not used to sitting in one place, so he rejected Mu Tie's idea of vacating the room, but directly at the opposite door of a place, on the second floor of the famous Xinfeng Pavilion in Beijing, he chartered a quiet room facing the street, and sat here every day to eat some snacks to pass the time, and at the same time, he could also ensure that if something happened in one place, he could react immediately.

There is a steaming drawer on the table in front of him, and there is a single steamed bun in the steaming drawer about the size of two palms, which shows that this bun has eighteen folds of thin skin and large filling, and the size is indeed not small. He blew lightly on the buns, and used his chopsticks to pull out the longan that the bun folds had gathered, revealing the new oil broth inside.

Fan Xian took a tube of wheat straw, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to drink soup?"

"Hot. ”

Fan Xian smiled, used chopsticks to open the eye, picked out the meat filling that had been soaked in the soup for a long time, and then put it in the bowl of the person next to him with a small plate, and coaxed and said: "Dabao is the best, this soup is hot, the meat is not hot, but you still have to blow more." ”

Dabao was very obedient, puffing out his cheeks, and blowing desperately at the meat in the bowl - tiger, tiger, tiger!

Since Lord Yuezhang resigned and returned to his hometown, the Lin Mansion has become deserted, and when Fan Xian was in the Northern Qi Dynasty, Dabao spent most of his time in the Fan Mansion. After he came back, he didn't find Dabao for several days, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and asked Wan'er to know that he thought he had just returned to China, so he sent Dabao back to Lin Mansion. Fan Xian was a little unhappy when he heard this, although he said that others would not dare to make things difficult for the Lin Mansion for the sake of his own face, but those subordinates in the Mansion were the most tricky and bad corners, and now the Lin Mansion is only a few distant brothers of Wan'er who are taking care of it, how can they rest assured?

After he took over a place, he was busy for many days, but he didn't have time to take care of this matter, taking advantage of the rain today, Kyoto was fine, he called Deng Ziyue to take Dabao out of the Lin Mansion, sit with him in the Xinfeng Restaurant, taste the most famous steamed buns in this restaurant, and stay all the way back to the house for a while.

"Don't blow it, you can eat it. Fan Xian smiled and looked at his eldest brother.

I don't know why, Dabao, who has an IQ like a child, especially listened to Fan Xian's words, quickly lowered his head, and swallowed the meat filling in one bite, looking at his monkey anxious appearance, I don't know if he tasted it.

Fan Xian looked at this scene, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Bajie's appearance of eating ginseng fruit, and couldn't help laughing again.

Deng Ziyue sat at another table, watching this scene, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. There are more than 30 people in Fan Xian's Qinian group, divided into four classes, to protect him closely, and after Deng Ziyue took over Wang Qinian's duties, he never left Fan Xian, so he knows best what Fan Xian has done these days. He thought to himself, the Lord Tisi he was following was really a character who was not clear to people, and after rectifying a certain atmosphere, he didn't give specific instructions for a long time, but just ate good food and listened to small songs in this Xinfeng Pavilion every day - as Fan Tisi, he was able to care so much about his demented uncle, which also made him feel a little surprised and admired.

There was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and Deng Ziyue immediately woke up from his idle thoughts, holding the Pu knife at his waist tightly with his palms, his eyes like eagles, staring at the stairs.

The person who came was Mu Tie, these days he is in charge of the correction work in the department every day, to audit those subordinates who have suspicious points, and at the same time to comfort and maintain everyone's morale, and to deal with the task that Fan Xian secretly explained, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to visit the building, his eyes were sunken, and there was a trace of unhealthy gloom on his dark face.

Mu Tie lifted the rain hat off his head, unbuttoned his raincoat, threw it in the corner next to the door of the room, and carefully took out a cylinder from his arms, the cylinder was made of unknown materials, but it was obviously waterproof, because the paper roll he pulled out of it was not wet a little.

Fan Xian took it and looked at it carefully, line by line, but his eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and his face sank. At the beginning of his return to Beijing, he asked Deng Ziyue to check whether the ministers related to His Royal Highness had anything to do with the Cui family, and later took over a place, and this task was directly handed over to Mu Tie, which could be regarded as a test for him.

There doesn't seem to be any strong evidence on the paper scroll, this is also what he expected, the other party's hands and feet will definitely be extremely clean, but it seems a little too clean, could it be that the Cui family, as a big family, has not made any offerings to that official Shangshu and that Qin Tianjian over the years?

Mu Tie nodded.

Fan Xian asked again, "Did you ask anything over there?"

Mu Tie glanced at him and shook his head: "The second department is very cooperative now, and I only think it is a court order, I don't know what Lord Tisi meant, please rest assured, you can guarantee that no one knows." ”

"There's no information over there?" Fan Xian only found out that he was still holding chopsticks in his hand at this time, knowing that he was really a little nervous in his heart, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and put the chopsticks on the edge of the steaming drawer, his biggest enemy now is the eldest princess who is far away in Xinyang, and no one knows when the eldest princess will return to Kyoto, so he must confirm that after the prince and the eldest princess drift apart, who are these princes in the court, and the eldest princess is all the way!

Mu Tie's tone was still respectful, but he had a little more confidence: "For the supervision of Beijing, although the second department is responsible for intelligence work, the source is not as good as ours, so rest assured." ”

Fan Xian nodded, signaling that he could leave.

After Mu Tie left, Fan Xian looked at the dense small characters on the case file and fell into contemplation, what was recorded on it were all the bribes of the Cui family over the years, time, and reason, most of these Beijing officials in the court and the central government had something to do with each other, and there was no trace of the faction of the second prince, which made him feel a headache, obviously the intuition in his heart told him that there was a problem, but he couldn't find something really useful from these complicated information.

Fan Xian actually knows very well that his strengths lie in assassination, holding power, and building momentum - in the final analysis, under the surface of gentleness, he only has the heart of an assassin general, and he is not an emperor who is good at controlling his subordinates and kneading people's hearts, nor is he a strategist who is good at analyzing intelligence and judging strategies - he knows his shortcomings and uses his strengths, Fan Xian uses people like this, and analyzes himself in this way.

Thinking of the meticulous plan in the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he couldn't help but sigh, and began to miss Wang Qinian, who seemed funny, but actually helped him come up with a lot of ideas. Of course, the real cāo of that plan is Yan Bingyun, Fan Xian also planned to tie him to his belt all the time after returning to Beijing, who knew that the courtyard actually let Yan Bingyun go around, and let himself be in charge of one place, and it has become not easy to squeeze Xiao Yan Gongzi's intellectual strategy from the official face.

He glanced at Dabao and found that his eldest brother was launching a final assault on a bowl of mixed sauce noodles, so he couldn't help but smile, picked up the white bread crust without meat filling in the steaming drawer, stretched it into his bowl and smeared some meat sauce indiscriminately, and then quickly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it in a big gulp.

Dabao was stunned for a moment, and found that a hand was passing through his bowl, and it took him a long time to react, and he slowly looked up at Fan Xian, who was full of pride, shook his head a little resentfully, and lowered his head and began to eat noodles.

―――――――――――――――――――――――― the rain outside the Fresh Wind Pavilion was still pouring down, and the rain was so strong that it turned into countless clouds of rain and mist after landing, gradually blurring people's eyes and hazy the buildings around the street. A chill fell on Kyoto with the raindrops, blowing on the group at the entrance of the Shinfukan, trying to get in through their necks and borrow someone to keep warm.

Fan Xian draped a wind coat on Dabao's body, and carefully fastened the buckle around his neck to make sure that the cold wind would not pour in, so he patted him on the shoulder with confidence and said, "Xianxian wants to do something, Dabao will go back to the house to play with Wan'er first, okay?"

Dabao was chewing an apple, nodded vaguely and said, "My sister is too fierce...... I...... Fan...... Chubby plays. ”

Fan Xian understood what he meant, laughed, and thought to himself, if all the officials, courtiers, merchants, merchants, and poetesses in the world could have a simple and peaceful heart like Dabao, maybe his life would be much simpler and easier, right?

After carefully explaining a few words to Fuji Zijing, the carriage of the Fan Mansion followed the young master back to the house. Deng Ziyue glanced at Fan Xian and asked in a deep voice, "My lord, where are you going at this time?"

"Go to Yanfu. ”