The road is safe, the convoy is moving forward on the official road, only occasionally can be found, the traces of Hu flowing, whenever this time, Fan Xian will get out of the car to inspect the film, and then by the subordinate intelligence officers of the second department, carefully collect all kinds of information.

It only took six days to stop and walk like this, and then I came to Qingzhou, the most remote and shortest state city in the entire Daqing Dynasty.

Qingzhou and Fan Xian's imagination is very different. Before coming here, he had carefully checked the information in the courtyard, and even specifically asked the eldest prince about the specific situation of the Western Front, thinking that Qingzhou was just a relatively deserted border city, more like a heavily guarded military camp, but he did not expect that his group entered the city, but found that in addition to the sergeants walking back and forth, there were the most ...... It turned out to be a businessman.

A businessman like Fan Xian hurriedly walked through the few remaining streets and alleys in Qingzhou, anxiously changing the documents for leaving the customs, shouting loudly at the coolies, and carefully staring at the goods he brought to the border gates. All this makes the whole Qingzhou a little less iron-blooded, and more rich in money, which is particularly noisy.

Fan Xian thought that the imperial court set up a state here, mainly a symbolic meaning, Qingzhou City must be very small, especially boring, but I really didn't expect that this place has a little Suzhou feeling. He sat on the wheel, looking at the scene in front of him with a wry smile, not knowing how to speak.

Speaking of which, Qingzhou's abnormal prosperity is inseparable from Fan Xian, and most of the brave businessmen in the small state city who are busy entering the grassland are from Jiangnan. The Qingguo court has been strictly forbidden to trade with the Hu people, and three years ago. Fan Xian admonished His Majesty and secretly relaxed this rule.

Of course, it is strictly forbidden to sell salt, iron, and grain to the Hu people, but what are you afraid of selling such luxury goods as jewelry, perfumes, and spirits to the Hu people? On the one hand, it can bring a lot of income to the Qing domestic treasury, because the Hu tribe has more than 90 percent of the wealth of the princes and nobles. These things are very welcome. Second, it is convenient to send nails to the grassland.

Fan Xian took a fancy to this back then, but he didn't come to Qingzhou in person, and he really didn't know that one of his thoughts actually made Qingzhou City in just a few years. It's growing so fast. It's beyond my imagination.

It seems that with some small things that are not particularly valuable, you can earn the precious raw materials, good horses, and blankets of the Hu people, and such a large profit really makes the merchants of Qingguo extremely excited, and they are willing to risk the constant fighting between the two sides to go deep into the grassland to trade.

Marx said it well. Fan Xian thought so. I also have a decision in my heart, since there are so many peers to cover, then the grassland should still go.

The border army stationed in Qingzhou was extremely strict with the inspection of these merchants, even though those trading houses vigorously stuffed silver tickets into the arms of the officers. However, the speed of the inspection has not been accelerated. Fan Xian and his party waited at the gate of the city for a long time, but it was difficult to move forward.

The autumn sun of the steppe hung in the air, blazing white, though it did not bring much heat to the merchants and soldiers of the city. But this brightness makes people's emotions start to irritate.

Qingzhou is too special after all, this is a strange state city composed of soldiers and merchants. The mood of the soldiers became irritable. The attitude towards those merchants is much worse, and although the mood of the merchants is also irritated, they still only have their heads down and smiles.

To this day, the soldiers of the West Battalion still can't figure it out. Why would the imperial court agree to let these profit-seeking bastards pass through Qingzhou and enter the grassland to curry favor with the enemies of the Hu people. While they were handing out documents, they cursed maliciously in their hearts, hoping that these guys who made money and didn't want to die and shameless would die on the grassland, under the arrows of those nonsense, and never come back.

Outside the inspection yamen, there were several officials of the Supervision Yuan wearing black official uniforms, sitting next to the officers, supervising the inspection of goods in parallel. Fan Xian gave Mu Feng'er a look, and Mu Feng'er immediately understood what the adults meant, and began to prepare to secretly contact these colleagues around.

After arranging everything, Fan Xian impatiently continued to wait in the convoy, jumped out of the wheel, patted the dust under his buttocks, and led a subordinate dressed as a servant to walk towards Qingzhou.

He tore open his collar, looked up and squinted at the blazing white sun in the sky, and felt extremely irritated in his heart, and he didn't sweat much, so he was not sad.

At this moment, the gate of Qingzhou not far behind him was suddenly opened, and a series of rapid and neat horses' hooves sounded at the city gate, alarming the long line of merchants who were waiting for inspection.

Everyone looked curiously at the city gate, not knowing which army returned to the camp, and the troops who returned to the city at this time should have not returned last night and went to hunt rabbits on the grassland.

Playing rabbits is a black saying about the border, and the Hu people's so-called grass valley is the same meaning. Qingguo and Xihu have been stabbing each other for many years, relying on this kind of sweeping and counter-sweeping to maintain their blood feud with each other. It's just that although the Qing army is strong, the troops who dare to go out of the city to fight late at night still seem to be full of courage.

Fan Xian also heard the sound of horses' hooves, took his gaze back from the sky, and looked at the city gate.

I don't know if the sun in the sky is too hot, leaving a blazing white mark on his retina, when he looked at the city gate, the dusty cavalry, especially

When the general at the front of the soldiers was at the forefront, it was as if he saw a sun.

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The general who led the cavalry to bravely attack the grassland at night was not tall, but he looked a little thin against the background of the armor, but Fan Xian felt that the other party's body was glowing.

Especially her ...... under her eyebrows, which are as green as distant mountains Those eyes.

The eyes were still so bright, bright without a trace of variegation, like jade, reflecting the sun. But her eyebrows furrowed, as if she had thought more about it than she had been years ago. Her armor was stained with blood, and the horses under her were tired, and it seemed that she had experienced a real fight last night.

As if stung by those clean eyes, Fan Xian closed his eyes and lowered his head, hoping that the other party did not find out, but some strange feelings surged in his heart. This scene seems to prove that there is such a thing as time. It's not just an absolute one-way street.

Five years ago. Fan Xian came to Kyoto from the state, and outside the city gate, he saw this little girl with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like jade. It's just that the little girl who called herself a master back then was wearing a light-colored skirt. Wears a playful white buckskin hat. And today's girl is wearing a dusty uniform, with an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Time has changed a lot of people and changed people a lot. The only thing that doesn't seem to change is their names.

Fan Xian bowed his head deeply. Cover his body with his subordinates' bodies. Ye Ling'er, who was riding on a horse, was obviously a little tired, and didn't notice that there were old acquaintances among the merchants on the street. And those merchants found out that the cavalry leader was Ye Ling'er. He withdrew his gaze.

These businessmen who have been to Qingzhou for many years have been accustomed to this scene, since it is Miss Ye who leads the army out of the city, then whether it is night or day, she always has to kill some Hu before she is willing to return to the city.

Two years have passed since the Kyoto Rebellion, and His Majesty the Emperor is grateful for the loyalty of the Ye family. Here's a good will. robbed Ye Ling'er of the title of Princess Ye Linger, in fact, she acquiesced in the fact that this girl could remarry.

In the old territory of the Dingzhou military land, all the sergeants and civilians. It's still customary to call this girl who comes home Miss Ye, and no one is used to calling her Princess. But Ye Linger has always stubbornly called herself a princess. It's just that a year ago, he took a knife and forced Li Hongcheng to send her to Qingzhou.

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Fan Xian looked at the thin back that was about to fade away, and was silent. Ye Ling'er has lived in Dingzhou Qingzhou in the past two years, he knows very well, and he understands why Ye Linger insists on claiming to be a princess. Why does Ye Ling'er have an armor.

Perhaps only in the steppe. It was only when she wielded her sword that she forgot the unpleasant past. The environment of the grassland. An iron-blooded career is indeed the best way to make a person strong.

The lady of the Privy Council, the daughter of the person in charge of the soldiers and horses of the Qing Kingdom. They will actually engage the enemy head-on at the most dangerous border passes. This is probably a scenario that has never been seen before in history. But it is precisely because of this drama that Ye Linger is now harvesting. It's no longer just sympathetic glances and gossip, but respect and fear.

Fan Xian was not worried about Ye Ling'er's safety, because Li Hongcheng's kid would definitely not let Ye Ling'er fall into death. The people on both sides of the border have a natural awe for the Ye family, and the cavalry under Ye Ling'er's territory. It must also be the elite of the elite of the Qing army.

Ye Ling'er has the strength of the Seven Grades, which is enough to protect herself, and the most important thing is that this forgotten path is Ye Ling'er's own choice, and Fan Xian respects this very much.

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After working very hard to get the documents for leaving the customs, I was reprimanded by the Qingzhou military by pulling my ears, and after being infinitely intimidated by the danger of those Hu people on the grassland, I was helpless and finally completed the formalities.

The goods are concentrated in the Qingzhou Division, and when they go out of the city and into the grassland, they will pick up the road strips in their hands, which is also afraid that after checking the goods, some people will secretly do things again.

This kind of thing, no matter at any border pass, is quite rampant, and even some officers will join some small units. It's just that the Dingzhou General's Mansion has turned a blind eye to this matter, Qingzhou is lonely on the edge of the grassland, life is miserable, if there is no foreign water, how can any officer be willing to stay here for a long time.

That night, Fan Xian and his party rested in a chase shop, the whole big room smelled of feet, and the night was cold to the bone, Fan Xian slept against the wall with the "privilege", although it was the coldest here, but it was also the most quiet.

Mu Feng'er lay beside him, pleading softly, Fan Xian smiled, didn't say anything, in the eyes of everyone, he was a nobleman, but few people knew what kind of suffering he had suffered in his two lives, and when it came to enduring hardship, everyone would underestimate him.

The night was getting deeper, and there were a few very slight movements outside the window of the Chase Shop, and Mu Feng'er, who had not been asleep, immediately woke up and was about to notify Lord Xiao Fan, but when he turned his face, he saw Fan Xian's bright and calm eyes, shining in the night.

Like a wolf.

The two of them quietly got up and bumped into the officials of the Inspectorate, who was the clever man who secretly sent the knife to Kyoto. In a dark corner, Fan Xian lowered his voice and asked the official, "How many more such knives are there?"

"That's it

After one hand, the next day I found that the two were missing. ”

Fan Xian's heart chilled, and he asked, "Could it be?"

The officer knew what he meant. Shaking his head and saying, "It's not the revenue of the West University." The loot was inconspicuous, piled up in the warehouse, and no one paid attention, as for the two knives...... It should have been stolen, but I don't know who stole the land. ”

"You didn't stare that night?" Fan Xian stared into the official's eyes.

The official raised his head and whispered back, "Staring all night." But I found nothing......" He paused and said, "If anyone can steal a knife in front of me, it must be a master." ”

I don't know why. Fan Xian trusted this subordinate's confident judgment, smiled, and asked, "How tall?"

"It's as high as nine pins. The subordinate replied cutely.

After a few words of dialogue with Liao Liao, Fan Xian found that he liked this unknown official very much, but he didn't know where this liking came from. He glanced at the official curiously, but didn't say anything. Secretly thinking to himself, the nine disciples in the world are all powerful people with names and surnames, and they are far away in Qingzhou. How can there be a nine-pin?

Although I like it, I like it, but Fan Xian's eyes are cold under the slightly lowered eyes. His fingers flexed slightly, ready to strike at the moment to kill the officer in front of him.

"One last question, why are you so interested in this knife? ”

The ground knife that was interrupted in the carriage was very ordinary, if it weren't for Fan Xian's familiarity with the material used in the blade, he would definitely not have discovered the hidden danger in it.

The officials from all over the world didn't feel Fan Xian's hidden killing intent. Said very respectfully: "My lord, the lower official...... He is a member of the New Year group. ”

The officer knelt down on one knee. Hands present a thing. Fan Xian took the thing and slowly stroked it in the palm of his hand, his heart was empty. Yes. This is exactly the token of his most loyal subordinates, but it exists for this official. I really don't know anything.

But he confirmed the identity of the other party, no longer suspected anything, and nodded.

The official stood up and said in a low voice, "The subordinate is personally selected by Lord Wang to join the team. It's just that I haven't been able to stand up. A few years ago, his subordinates have been in the three major squares, and he was transferred to Qingzhou at the beginning of this year, and he felt a little weird when he looked at this knife. Because of this knife embryo, it should be a type B steel from Bingdafang...... In the past, the weapons produced by the library may have been lost on the battlefield, but this kind of knife has not yet been equipped with the military, and the subordinates feel that the situation is urgent, so they quickly notify the adults. ”

Fan Xian nodded, took a deep breath, knowing that his good luck was still continuing, but he didn't know who the master who stole the two swords and the Nine Grades was was. He secretly deduced that if that person was his enemy, he was afraid that the court would already be full of remarks attacking his treason by this time. Since there is silence in the court, it means that the person who stole the knife also wants to cover up for himself.

"It turns out that you are the person personally selected by Lao Wang. In the darkness, Fan Xian smiled, but he couldn't see that his smile was a little distorted, "No wonder he spoke like this...... Interesting. ”

Fan Xian opened his mouth again and said, "Regarding the name of Songzhi Immortal Order, have you checked the land with any results?"

The official stood up and said seriously: "There are indeed a few more outsiders in the Hu Ren Wang's account in the past two years, but there is no Songzhi Immortal Ling, and his subordinates have no clue. ”

"Hmm. Fan Xian said: "I have already asked the second place to check the name, you wait here, once there is news, immediately send someone into the grassland to inform me." ”

"Adults are going to the grassland?"

"I'm going to find the man who stole the knife. Fan Xiandi's voice was very cold, and he softened his voice, patted the official's shoulder, and said, "This time you did a good job, after investigating this case, you can go back to Beijing to help me." ”

"Lord Xie promoted ......" The official was overjoyed, knelt down to answer the order, and lowered his voice, but he couldn't suppress his joy: "I haven't seen Lord Wang for two years, and I don't know if his old man is doing now." ”

Regarding Wang Qinian's whereabouts, Fan Xian never said anything to the officials in the courtyard, including Yan Bingyun and others, they all thought that the old Wang Tou'er was going to carry out the secret mission of Lord Tisi, and no one suspected anything, and the officials of the Supervision Yuan on the periphery didn't know anything.

Hearing this, Fan Xian was speechless, thinking in his heart, Wang Qinian, the old bastard, everyone is gone, but he is still helping himself, why doesn't Lao Tzu want him?

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