A pair of long chopsticks were inserted into the longan of the steamed buns, and they were opened to both sides, revealing the delicious and tempting oil soup inside.

"Eat. Dabao lowered his head and attacked the food, his mouth was slurred but extremely resolute, listening to the tone, he was really worried that Fan Xian would give everything to himself, and he would not be able to eat enough.

Fan Xian looked at his brother-in-law and smiled, tore the soft and tender white bun skin of the steamed bun with both hands, soaked it in kelp soup, and ate a few bites at will. Since he took over a position in the Supervision Yuan, he likes to eat steamed buns in the Xinfeng Pavilion, and every time he comes to eat steamed buns, he basically brings Dabao with him, he knows that Dabao only likes to eat minced meat, but he has no hobby for bun skin, so the division of labor between the two brothers is also suitable.

Glancing at the happy, sweaty treasure, for some reason, Fan Xian's heart became sour, and he didn't know if there would be such an opportunity to mess with his uncle in the future. He likes to stay with Dabao, because only in front of Dabao will he really relax, and he can tell all his secrets about himself and his views on the world to the other party, without worrying about the other party betraying him.

After today, I am afraid that it will be difficult to eat steamed buns with Dabao, and it will be difficult to lie on the bow of the boat with Dabao, facing the stars in the sky, talking about the starry sky of Qingguo, which is so similar to the starry sky of that world...... Fan Xian still looked at Dabao with a gentle and encouraging smile on his face, but he sighed in his heart, he didn't know what to eat, pulled the handkerchief next to the table to wipe off the oil stains on his hands, turned his head slightly, and looked at the two yamen on the opposite street through the railing on the second floor of the Xinfeng Pavilion.

Qingguo Dali Temple and the first branch of the Supervision Yuan are all at the opposite door of the Xinfeng Pavilion.

............ Today, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, it is the first day of duty for court officials after the New Year, and on this day, except for the mutual movement between various ministries and departments, exchanging blessings, and giving red envelopes to each other, there are actually no too important political affairs that need to be held. Inside a yamen, there are basically tea parties, from the chief official to the lowest level of scribes, all holding teapots, sipping melon seeds, chattering and gossiping, leisurely ruthless. This is a habit in the officialdom of the whole world, and even the one in the palace knows this, after all, it is the New Year's weather.

When on duty is very idle, there is nothing to do, very natural, the shift is naturally earlier, this time is obviously not yet here, the sun hiding behind the cold clouds in the sky has not moved to the south of the middle of the sky, across the street Dali Temple Yamen came out of many officials, these officials and the other officials who have been guarding the door of the yatang in the early morning, scattered on the street like birds and beasts, I don't know where to enjoy Kyoto food, this is the first day of duty, it is not a sin to eat and drink at noon, and it is even possible to get drunk, and go back to the house directly in the afternoon to rest。

Unlike Dali Temple, the face of the door is obviously much shabby, but the yamen of the first branch of the Supervision Yuan, which is a lot of people, is still closed, there are no officials who enter to do business, and there are no idlers walking around, and a somewhat depressing atmosphere emanates from that courtyard. Fan Xian quietly looked at the familiar courtyard, the courtyard where he used to cover the sky with one hand, and knew why.

Today's Supervision Yuan is facing the bleak wind and rain, and its status in the court has plummeted, especially in the previous month, many officials of the Supervision Yuan were arrested by some trumped-up charges and put into the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, knowing that it was the purge led by the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but the Supervision Yuan seemed to have lost the magic of the year, and could no longer condense the real power and give the most powerful counterattack.

The imperial history system headed by He Zongwei faintly overpowered Scholar Hu and began to lead the entire civil service system to launch an attack on the Supervision Yuan, and I don't know how many officials of the Supervision Yuan ushered in cruel punishments in the prison.

Today's Qingguo is no longer the Qingguo with an old cripple.

............ There was a steady sound of footsteps and self-contained laughter on the stairs, and about seven or eight officials came up from downstairs, looking at the costumes of some high-ranking officials, but these officials did not go up to the private room on the third floor, but went directly to the railing under the leadership of the owner, ready to set up a screen, and sit on the railing.

Xinfeng Pavilion was not famous in the past, although it was opposite the Dali Temple and the Supervision Yuan, but the officials always thought that the grade of this place was too low, and even if there were no girls in the private room, they would rather run farther. It wasn't until later that Fan Xian often came here to chew on the meat buns, and he forcibly raised the fame of the Xinfeng Pavilion.

Most of the officials who came to Xinfeng Hall today were officials from Dali Temple, and the host and guest of honor today was Hou Jichang, who had just been transferred back to Beijing from Jiaozhou. The officials of Dali Temple know that this former one of the four sons of Fanmen has now put down his body and joined the disciple of He Daxue, who was as famous as him back then, so that he has the beautiful thing of being directly transferred to Dali Temple - the world has changed, which is really embarrassing.

The officials secretly felt a little contempt for Hou Jichang's betrayal of Fan Xian, but no one was willing to reveal it on their faces. Today is Hou Jichang's first entry into Dali Temple, naturally arched him to the Xinfeng Pavilion to entertain, in order to give face to the scholar He, it is the vice secretary of Dali Temple who personally came to accompany him.

When they came to the railing, the officials were about to sit down, but before the screen arrived, they naturally saw the table at the end of the railing, there were only three on that table, and a person who looked like a guard had obviously finished eating, and was looking around, the fat man facing the officials was bowing his head and chewing something, and the figure facing the officials was wearing civilian clothes and looking up at the other side of the street, just a back, but it made everyone's hearts churn.

Hou Jichang's body stiffened at this moment, and his hands exposed outside his official uniform trembled uncontrollably, as if the cold wind outside the building had eroded every inch of his skin at this moment.

The rest of the Dali Temple officials were only startled by Xiao Suo's back before, and did not recognize the identity of that person, so looking at Hou Jichang's miserable face, they couldn't help but feel extremely shocked, they followed Hou Jichang's gaze again, and finally understood what Hou Jichang's horror was.

After a period of embarrassment, the deputy secretary of Dali Temple frowned, gently patted Hou Jichang's shoulder, and whispered comfortingly: "Sit down." ”

Hou Jichang sat down uneasily, and sighed a little ashamedly after a long time. If it were changed at any time in the past, the officials at this table would definitely go to that table to respectfully salute Fan Xian, but now Fan Xian not only lost any official position, but the identity of the first-class duke was also captured by His Majesty, and he became an authentic white body, just a commoner.

The officials of Dali Temple at this table are all descendants of He Zongwei, knowing that Lord Xiao Fan is on the side of the railing, and his own pedestrian is on the side of the railing, so it is natural that he can't go, how can there be a reason for officials to let the people, and how can there be a reason for the He faction, which is now in the limelight, to let a water dog go?

Now looking at Fan Xian's broken appearance, although these officials are not stupid to sarcastic anything, but I think there will be a secret joy in my heart, these days the old case of the Dali Temple Trial Supervision Yuan, is in the scenery, thinking that this is a prosperous place in Kyoto, His Majesty is pinching the seven inches of Xiao Fan, as long as these people don't take the initiative to provoke each other, Fan Xian won't eat too much and have nothing to do to humiliate himself.

I don't know why today, the screen has not come up, but the wine and food have come up first, although the officials of Dali Temple are a little unhappy, but it is not good to make any noise in such a scene, and it is a small matter to lose the face of the officials, and it is not something that these officials want to see if they really want to communicate with the silent three people on the table over there.

"Today, I welcome Lord Hou into the temple, from now on, Lord Hou is your colleague and my colleague......" The vice minister of Dali Temple smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Hou Jichang smiled reluctantly and picked up the wine glass, but his heart was really quite flustered, because he knew that Fan Xian, a disciple who was younger than himself, suddenly appeared on the opposite side of Dali Temple today, and appeared in the Xinfeng Pavilion, could it really just like the buns in this restaurant?

As soon as he thought of this, his hands trembled again, and the corner of his eye subconsciously glanced at the silent three people on the other side of the railing, he knew who the fat man who was facing him was, it was the biological brother of Lord Chen, some naturally stupid treasures, he secretly prayed, since Lord Xiao Fan brought this here, I hope he didn't come to make trouble.

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple noticed his strangeness, and frowned with some displeasure, since the former vice secretary was implicated in the old Qin family's Kyoto rebellion, he has done a smooth ride in this position, and now even the Supervision Yuan has to look at his face, he really doesn't feel that he has anything to be afraid of, yes, everyone knows that Lord Xiao Fan is powerful, but can he still be unreasonable to scold?

Lord Vice Qing was obviously dissatisfied with Hou Jichang's appearance, glanced at the fat man sitting opposite Fan Xian on the railing, guessed the identity of the other party, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and released a disdainful smile, and the mockery in his eyes was full of mockery. Fan Xian likes to play with his stupid uncle, this is something that everyone in Kyoto knows, but it is also a thing that officials despise very much, although this vice secretary does not have it, and he does not dare to say anything sarcastic to that side, but the expression on his face shows a qiē.

"The second thing is to welcome Lord Guo to finally come back from Jiangnan and re-enter the Imperial Court of the Metropolitan Inspectorate. ”

As soon as these words came out, the banquet suddenly became lively, and the Imperial History of the Left Capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was a very important position. The adult surnamed Guo smiled to himself, picked up the water and wine in the cup and saluted, but when his eyes fell on the other side of the railing, just like Hou Jichang, his face became quite unnatural.

Guo Yushi's surname is Guo Mingzheng, which is the person who wanted to rectify Fan Xian in Kyoto back then, and now how many years have passed, Kyoto people are afraid that they have long forgotten this matter, but Guo Zheng believes that Fan Xian will not forget Jì, and he will not forget Jì, because in the Jiangnan Inner Library, Guo Zheng is also on the opposite side of Fan Xian.

............ Before the third round of wine, the three silent people on the other side of the railing had already finished eating. Fan Xian took Dabao's hand and walked towards the stairs, and Fuji Zijing followed silently. When the three of them were going downstairs, they were bound to pass by the table where the officials gathered, and unexpectedly, the officials at this table were quiet at the same time, with a hint of nervousness, waiting for the young master to leave quickly.

Fan Xian didn't leave, and his people naturally came to the side of this table and looked at the officials with a smile. The deputy secretary of Dali Temple saw that the momentum was not right, stood up with an embarrassed smile, and bowed his hand and said: "It turned out to be Lord Xiao Fan, and the lower official ......."

As soon as the word "Xiaguan" came out, he realized that something was wrong, the other party was now white, and as the deputy secretary of the dignified Dali Temple, how could he say that he was a lower-official. The vice secretary stopped his mouth, turned his heart sideways, and said with a reluctant smile: "Do you want to sit together?"

Fan smiled and shook his head. At this time, Hou Jichang had already stood up in panic, bowed his head and saluted Fan Xian, cold sweat soaked his back, Fan Xian didn't look at him, as if he didn't have zài at all, Bisheng was this kind of ignorance, but everyone at the table felt a chill.

Fan Xian didn't look at Hou Jichang, he looked at Guo Zheng, the new imperial historian of the Zuodu beside him, and said softly: "I was very curious three years ago, I exiled you to Jiangnan, and you were restless at night, and then the rebellion in Kyoto happened, you are obviously from Xinyang, why did your majesty not have the will to deal with you." ”

"Later, I figured out that you saw that the momentum was not right, abandoned my poor mother-in-law, and hugged He Zongwei's thigh with the help of that little old love in the Metropolitan Courtyard. Fan Xian laughed, shook his head and sighed: "He Zongwei is a slave with three surnames, and you naturally learn from him." ”

What kind of big man is He Zongwei in the court now, Fan Xian said such a heart-wrenching sentence, all the officials at the table couldn't sit still, Huo Ran stood up, ready to scold something.

"I was wrong, He Zongwei is not a slave with three surnames, and the several masters he served are all surnamed Li. Fan Xian shook his head and said, "It should be said that he is the Li family's loyal dog." ”

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple finally couldn't help it, and said a few words with a cold face. Fan Xian didn't seem to hear it, he just looked at the trembling Guo Zheng coldly, and asked word by word: "You can be transferred back to Kyoto and take up the post of Zuodu Yushi, you must have made a great contribution in Jiangnan, I was thinking, is the death of those subordinates in Jiangnan have something to do with you?"

Guo Zheng shook his heart and said in a cold voice: "This official is on an errand, what is the opinion of Lord Xiao Fan?"

"Very good, finally have some backbone, this is what Doctor Yu Shi should be. Fan Xian said slowly: "I know that you are in Beijing today, so I made a special trip to wait for you here today." ”

............ The atmosphere in the Xinfeng Pavilion suddenly became as quiet as before the storm, and the silence was palpitating, waiting for Guo Zheng, what does this mean? Although no one believed that Fan Xian dared to risk the world's great fortune and do something insulting to the imperial court in this important place in Kyoto, but looking at Fan Xian's increasingly indifferent face, everyone felt a trace of coldness and fear.

There were not many guards who followed these officials into the Xinfeng Pavilion, after all, no one would have imagined that there would be such a big thing on the opposite street of Dali Temple, and feeling that the atmosphere upstairs was different, several guards rushed up and watched this scene nervously.

Fan Xian smiled.

The vice secretary of Dali Temple smiled awkwardly.

Guo Zheng smiled very ugly.

Then a plate of vegetables was directly covered on Guo Zheng's face, and the vegetable juice and broken porcelain flew together, and at the same time, they burst out on the face of this imperial doctor, turning into countless shè lines and spraying out!

At the same time, there was also blood spurted out of Guo Zheng's face!

Fan Xian withdrew his hand, pressed it on the back of Guo Zheng's head, and pressed it directly into the hard pear wood tabletop!

With a click, a few subtle lines appeared on the hard pear wood tabletop, Guo Zheng's cervical vertebrae were all broken, and blood seeped out from the gap between his facial bones and the hard pear wood tabletop, like black water.

I didn't have time to snort, I just made a great contribution to the imperial court in Jiangnan and returned to Kyoto to take over the imperial history of the left capital of the Imperial Palace, but I was slapped into the table by Fan Xian with a palm and became a dead man.

............ There was a deathly silence, and everyone present looked stupidly at the deeply sunken head on the table, and the blood mixed with vegetable juice on the table, speechless, because no one dared to believe what they saw, and everyone thought it was just an illusion.

Kill people in the street! Kill the officials of the imperial court! Kill a Zuodu Yushi in front of many officials!

This is something that has never happened in Kyungkook Kyoto, and it is also something that no one can imagine, and everyone can't react at all, just watching this scene is like watching a very ridiculous drama.

Finally an official reacted, screaming in horror, then rolling his eyes and fainting.

The guards rushed over and attacked Fan Xian, but only a few muffled cracks were heard, and there were a few more fainting bodies on the wooden board on the second floor of the Xinfeng Pavilion, and Fan Xian was still standing at the table, as if he had never made a move at all.

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple stretched out his finger and pointed at Fan Xian tremblingly, as if he saw a demon from the netherworld, suddenly walking in the sun, he couldn't say anything at all, just a pitiful whine in his throat.

Fan Xian's eyes were expressionless, and he looked at him indifferently and asked, "I heard that in the past month, Dali Temple, under your instructions, has used a lot of torture on my subordinates, and three of my subordinates were tortured to death by you in prison?"

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple suddenly shouted, and ran reflexively like a rabbit, looking at the momentum, this adult was ready to climb over the railing, even if he fell and was seriously injured, he had to run out of this new wind hall.

However, since Fan Xian had already started to do it, how could he let him run away, only to hear a gust of wind blowing through the pavilion of the Xinfeng Pavilion, and then heard a crisp sound and a muffled sound, the cervical vertebrae of the deputy secretary of Dali Temple were broken here, and his head was also tragically slapped into the table of hard pear blossoms.

Blood began to flow down the table to the ground, and the heads of the corpses of the two court officials were so carved into the table, it was difficult to get out of it, their corpses were half-kneeling on the ground, and the tips of their thick boots were still twitching, and the scene looked very terrifying.

When the two people were killed on the street, there was a ghost crying in the Xinfeng Pavilion, but Fan Xian turned around with the same face. At some point, one of the men at the Breeze Pavilion came behind the crowd and handed over a hot towel.

Fan Xian took the towel and wiped his hands carefully, threw the towel to the ground with some disgust, took Dabao's hand and walked downstairs, and said to the guy, "You can start." ”

From Fan Xian walking to this table, to the time he killed the two court officials with the most cruel means, to the time he went downstairs to leave, he didn't look at Hou Jichang.

Hou Jichang, whose face was pale, trembled his lips, withdrew his gaze from the stairs, and fell on the two corpses, looking at the things on the table that he didn't know if they were brains or bean flowers flowing in the blood, endless fear occupied his whole body, and he finally couldn't help but bend down and vomit uncontrollably.

............" send my uncle home. Downstairs in the Shinfeng Pavilion, Fan Xian helped Dabao into the carriage, said a word to Fuji Zijing, and watched the black carriage head towards Nancheng. Fan Xian was alone, but he began to walk in the direction of the imperial city.

Fan Xian was not worried about the safety of the homecoming carriage, because there were six swordsmen along the way who were in charge of protection. As it was said in the Shinfukan, the killing was for the revenge of the subordinates of the Inspectorate. Although he is no longer the president of the Supervisory Yuan, in fact he will always be the president of the Supervisory Yuan as long as he wishes.

Shadow returned to Kyoto and reunited the six assassins who had been hiding in the darkness, and the arrival of Begonia, especially Wang Shisanlang, made the Imperial Palace no longer have any way to prevent Fan Xian from recontacting the people loyal to him in the Eight Divisions of the Supervision Yuan. The Supervision Yuan has already been blown away, and today is the last glory of this Yīn Forest Courtyard.

This morning, Fan Xian, in the name of the head of the Supervision Yuan, issued a final order to the Nails and Assassins of the Supervision Yuan, he did not know how many spies and officials would follow him, but Fan Xian believed that those sons under his command would definitely not let him down.

The cold wind of deep winter was blowing on the streets of Kyoto, and there was still a while before the time to enter the palace, Fan Xian walked along the street alone, towards the imperial palace in the distance, he looked at the street scene of Kyoto along the way, and breathed the air of Kyoto greedily, as if he wanted to remember this qiē in his memory, even if he died, he should not forget it.

Not long after Fan Xian left the Xinfeng Pavilion, the Supervision Yuan, which had been closed all the time, suddenly all the staff were out, and more than 100 officials of the Supervision Yuan dressed in black official uniforms poured murderously into their old neighbor, the most hateful new enemy - Dali Temple.

I have to say that Fan Xian's selection of the seventh day of the first month, is indeed the best time, this time is not noon, and the officials in the Dali Temple have already gone to the officials of the ministries on their own to be chic and happy, the Yamen of Dali Temple has no resistance in front of these wolf-like officials of the Supervision Yuan, and this happens to meet Fan Xian's expectations, not too many Qingguo officials will shed blood because of this turmoil.

Those court officials who are going to die naturally have the truth that they must die, and they are all targets selected by Fan Xian, and one to occupy Dali Temple is just to rescue those colleagues who were taken into prison by the imperial court.

Fan Xian walked through the long street, turned Shahe Street, bought a string of sugar gourds in the hands of the vendors, ate them with relish, and threw a gold leaf casually, naturally too lazy to make change, he was very grateful to the sugar gourds in Kyoto, because it was by relying on the sugar gourds in the hands of that child that he did not get lost in Qingmiao.

At noon today, the head of the household department was entertaining guests in Yishi Curie, and he invited the squire of the criminal department and a few good friends, not surprisingly, they were all the backbone of the He family. After three years of hard work, he finally cleared the yīn shadow left by his predecessor Shangshu Fan Jian in the ministry, and the dúlì kingdom belonging to Fanfu no longer existed, and he finally became the real Hubu Shangshu.

Although in order to resist the pressure from the Fan Mansion, he took the initiative and humbly stood by the side of Scholar He, but he did not feel humiliated, because He Zongwei was originally a bachelor of Zhongshu under his disciple, and standing by the side of Scholar He was like standing in front of His Majesty the Emperor, which was an honor.

Originally, today's banquet should be more formal in the evening, but the doorman who went to Hefu to inquire about the news inquired clearly, and after the next court meeting a year ago, He Daxue also had to explain that there were some things to be done in the rì palace on the seventh day of the first month, so it was impossible for He Daxue to come to the banquet in person, so the time was moved to noon.

Although he was slightly disappointed, Hubu Shangshu also felt relieved, he was not a scholar, he was the person with the highest ranking among the officials at this table, how comfortable was he when he heard the sound in his ears?

Especially thinking that he had just inherited the will of the scholar, and the Ministry of Household forcibly intervened and killed the yamen of Kyoto Prefecture, forcing the hard-headed Sun Jingxiu to resign gloomily, and in the end, he still did not pay the guilty money and was put in prison, Lord Shangshu began to feel that he was dead, what are you going to fight with this official? Isn't it just that you have given birth to a good daughter? After your daughter is sold into the workshop, this official will also secretly let your daughter be killed.

On the wine, just as Lord Tobe Shangshu was circling around the four words yù immortal yù death, he didn't notice a trace of cunning and poisonous light flashing in the eyes of the woman who was serving everyone in the warm pavilion.

Of course, Lord Shangshu didn't know that the poison in these five grains he drank was enough to make him die countless times.

On the seventh day of the first month of the eleventh year of Qingli, a stone house fire, the warm pavilion became a ruined wall, and several backbone officials of the He faction, such as the head of the household department and the squire of the criminal department, died in the fire and died of alcohol.

When the fire started, Fan Xian had already finished gnawing on the sugar gourd, carrying a newly bought black cloth umbrella, and walked to the beautiful Tianhe Street, where he threw the bamboo skewers with the remaining sugar residues into the clean and abnormal, flowing water falling into the green pond on the streetside, shrugged his shoulders, and did not blame himself for polluting the environment at all.

Then he glanced at the black stone tablet that was being demolished at the main entrance of the Supervision Yuan, and the dwindling gold characters on the stone tablet, stared for a moment, and shook his head.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes began to fall.

The snowflakes fell on the deserted door of the He house, He University Scholar was honest and honest, and hated people to give gifts, so he raised two vicious dogs at the gate of the mansion, many people know that this trick was the Chenghai Viscount Mansion, that is, the first initiative of Lord Yan Ruohai, and he couldn't help but secretly slander He University Scholar to pick up people's teeth, but no matter what, these two vicious dogs still earned a lot of fame for him.

The two dogs were annoyed by the slowly falling snowflakes, and they barked desperately at the heavens, and the frozen dogs barked at the snow, how could it have the slightest effect, and the snow was still falling slowly and firmly.

Two screams, two vicious dogs fell to the ground, and more than a dozen assassins dressed in ordinary clothes took control of the perimeter of the Qingjing He Mansion, and then quietly touched into the mansion.

............ Fan Xian squinted at the sky, opened the black cloth umbrella, blindfolded himself, and blindfolded the sky.

The snowflakes accumulated on the black cloth umbrella, melting a little quickly, and could not accumulate, which made him a little unhappy. He didn't go to the main gate to wait for the transmission, but walked around the root of the imperial city, and under the eyes of the forbidden soldiers, he walked to the rather inconspicuous bungalow in the Zhongshu Province under the door.

Fan Xian pushed the door in, dusted off the snowflakes on his body and head, carefully placed the black cloth umbrella dripping with snow at the door, and said with a smile to the stunned officials inside the door: "It's been a long time." ”

Sitting on the warm kang and carefully examining all kinds of music, Scholar He slowly raised his head and glanced at the uninvited guest at the door, his brows furrowed.