At the beginning of autumn, above the northern plain of Kyoto, there is a cloud shadow and a sky that is suddenly gone. The people who were working in the fields did not look up, they were not interested in admiring the wonderful tricks played by God with the shape of the clouds and the refraction of the sun, but they just wanted to collect the golden crops in the fields before the rain clouds on the horizon came. This year, there was a bit of rain, and I heard that the big river in the south was badly punished, but for these people living in the north of the territory, whether the river embankment was safe or not had nothing to do with them, and they were more worried about whether these damn rains would delay the harvest for a year.

Occasionally, a few fat voles bravely passed under the peasants' feet, snatching the scattered grains in the fields. The scythes in the hands of the peasants were too lazy to deal with these scourges, but they concentrated on harvesting the grain, and in the large continuous rice fields on both sides of the official road, the sound of the swishing cutting gradually merged into one place, forming a beautiful sound that was neat and gave the listener a certain sense of satisfaction.

Those naked and lean peasants, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, showed the small cracks in their bodies that were cut out by the grain leaves to the indifferent heavens, but they didn't notice that there was a long convoy on the official road that seemed to be invisible.

The Qingguo envoy to the Northern Qi Dynasty finally fulfilled the promise of going in spring and returning in autumn, and returned to the country in mid-September.

In addition to the return gift of the Northern Qi side in order to express sincerity, there are many officials and honor guards who send relatives, which is enough to see that the Northern Qi court attaches great importance to the marriage of the princess, which is the first marriage between the two countries after all. No one knows what kind of turnaround this kind of women's diplomacy can bring to this continent that has just been quiet for 20 years.

In addition to the gorgeous carriage where the princess of Northern Qi was located, there was also a carriage in the long convoy that attracted more attention, because it was compared with the painted carriage of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the black carriage of the Qingguo court. The carriage was much shabby, and although the horses pulling the carriage were also horses, even the horse's head was a little weak.

The members of the mission knew that it was because the carriage was too heavy, and there were books on it that Zhuang Mohan, the master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, had given to the envoy of the mission, Lord Fan Xian, before his death, and those books looked inconspicuous, but they did not expect that they were much heavier than the dowry jewels of the eldest princess. Every time they saw this carriage, many members of the mission couldn't help but have a little respect, not only because of the brilliance on Lord Fan's face, but also because of their admiration for Lord Fan's style of study. It's clear to all. Ever since passing through several small countries in Beiwei and entering the country outside Cangzhou, Master Fan has been locking himself in that carriage. I read books day and night, but I didn't even want to eat and rest.

"I can't live this day. ”

Fan Xian sighed, put the book of poems in his hand back into the box behind him, and the curtain was blown shut by the oncoming wind, plunging the carriage into darkness. I can't see the expression on his face clearly, but I can tell by listening to this voice, our Lord Fan. It's not very willing to stay in the car and pretend to be a diligent literary master of the day.

This journey to the south was extremely smooth and safe, and after the princess of Northern Qi got rid of the sad mood of Zhuang Mohan's death, she also returned to the reserve and self-respect of a nobleman, and did not bring him any trouble. On the contrary, in the post station, in the city guard mansion, Fan Xian can occasionally say a few words with this fair-faced princess, chat about some more ordinary things, and relieve the loneliness of the journey. Although he didn't dare to do anything rude as a courtier, it was much better to face a girl's family than to face the cold-faced swordsmen and Yan Bingyun's piece of ice from Gundam.

But this situation, after passing Cangzhou, finally ended, not to say that back to the land of Qingguo, Fan Xian did not dare to talk to the future daughter-in-law of the eldest prince, but because there was suddenly one more person in the mission, and that person's identity was a little special, the origin was a little weird, and there was some unclear relationship with a certain benevolent brother in the mission, that person had been staying in the carriage of the eldest princess, and Fan Xian didn't want to see her miserable appearance of washing her face with tears every day, so he had to hide in the carriage by himself, leaving the problem to Yan Bingyun, Xiao Yan Gongzi.

Along the way, there will be some information from the Supervision Yuan, except for the few strange murders investigated in the south, there are no clues, there is nothing special, no one thought that the most shocking news for everyone is from the north.

Shen Zhong died, and on a rainy night, under the protection of thirteen Jinyi guards, he was sniped to death in a sedan chair by the military general Uesugi Tiger who was armed with a spear.

When he was the commander of the Jinyi Wei Zhenfu Division, the biggest secret agent in Northern Qi after Sean, he died like this! This seemingly ridiculous news has been proven to be extremely true, Fan Xian rubbed his temples, smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but be a little shocked when he thought of Wang Qinian's description in that information.

The intelligence said that on that rainy night, the Uesugi Tiger was covered in black armor, holding a spear, on the long street, galloping on a horse, and picking the heavy head in the sedan chair with one shot, the spear swept again, and tore the body of the guards around the heavy body, and when the gun was collected and the horse returned home, the rain on the long street seemed to dare to fall. This kind of momentum is really a bit terrifying, a peerless powerhouse on the ninth grade, with this kind of strong means, directly tore apart all the conspiracies and calculations, and began to challenge the authority of the entire court purely by force, this is not the word reckless can be described, it should be called violent!

I didn't expect Uesugi Tiger to be such a tyrannical character, Fan Xian knew that he still underestimated the iron-blooded nature that the army had cultivated on the battlefield, and couldn't help but feel that his head hurt more and more, and no matter how much he rubbed his fingers, he couldn't alleviate one or two, after all, there were many people who knew the disgraceful role he played in Sean's escape, even if Tan Wu didn't shout "Fan Xian, the killer of me" before committing suicide, it is estimated that Uesugi Tiger would also count Sean's death and the betrayal of the Southern Dynasty people on his head.

Fan Xian only has hope that Nanqing and Northern Qi will be friendly for generations, never fight again, and never give the Uesugi Tiger a chance to fight against him on the battlefield.

Of course, there are still many doubts about Shen Chong's death, after all, he is the leader of the Jinyi Guard, no matter how violent the Shangshan Tiger is, how the military is angry, and it is not easy to kill him on the street, and the reaction of the Northern Qi court afterwards seems to confirm this. After a night of silence in the palace, he just confined the Uesugi Tiger to the palace and took all the titles, but the other decree was shockingly pointed to Shen Chong's many violations of the law and forbidden over the years.

Shen Mansion was then copied, the internal purge of Jinyiwei, the military raised his eyebrows, although the young emperor remained silent, but he must be happy in his heart, because through this matter, the Uesugi Tiger should have less resentment towards the royal family, but a fierce tiger like the Uesugi Tiger is really not a role to control, just looking at the palace still imprisoning the Uesugi Tiger in Beijing, you know that they are still having a headache How to place him, kill, naturally can't kill, no one wants to bear the military's backlash, put, can't let go, the tiger returns to the mountain, who knows what will happen.

Fan Xian shook his head, he didn't expect that after Haitang heard his words, he would attack Shen Zhong so quickly and violently. But after constructing the heavy picture of the Shangshan Tiger in the rainy night in his mind, he should have been worried about his own safety, but for no reason he had a trace of pleasure and appreciation, killing and breaking off, happy revenge, when the Shangshan Tiger slowly raised the black spear on the horse, ready to harvest the heavy life, I am afraid that there is no trace of awe of this heaven and earth in his eyes, how should the night rain on the long street be arrogant?

He lifted the curtain, jumped directly without shouting to the coachman to stop, stood on the official road, waved his hand to fan away the oncoming yellow wind, looked at the farmers who were working both sides of the official road, his heart moved slightly, and he left all those things in the north behind, those things could not affect him, and he couldn't affect it for the time being, so he had to throw it away.

Looking up at the bright and dark skylight, he squinted, knowing that he should be able to reach Longquanyi within today, and relieved himself a little, the princess married far away, and the speed along the way should be much slower than now, but Fan Xian had a hidden worry in his heart, so he relied on the fact that no one in the mission dared to say more, and accelerated the trip a lot. Seeing that he was about to enter Beijing, he finally stopped thinking about his relatives at home, and he should be able to see Wan'er tomorrow, I don't know if her body is better, as for his sister, if Uncle Wuzhu is in Kyoto, it should be okay for the time being.

After getting into the back carriage, he glanced at Yan Bingyun, who was pretending to be asleep, frowned, and reprimanded: "The matter you provoked, after all, you have to solve it, and this is about to enter Beijing, do you want her to follow Her Royal Highness the princess all the time? If the Northern Qi side knows that we are covering up their repeat offenders, how do you let the imperial court explain?"

Yan Bingyun opened his eyes, but he turned his head away from his boss, looking at the golden rice fields outside the car window, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but after all, he just said lightly: "Shen Chong's death is just a step for the Northern Qi Emperor to seize power, as for her life or death, I believe that the Northern Qi side will not care." ”

Fan Xian looked at him, and suddenly softened his tone: "If you don't care about her life or death, then leave it to me." ”

Yan Bingyun turned his head slowly, and the fierce color in his eyes disappeared: "Killing her is not good for us." ”

"Reluctance is reluctance. Fan Xian shook his head: "I thought you were not an ordinary person, but I didn't expect you to be so self-deceiving." ”

Yan Bingyun didn't answer, turned his head silently, and looked at the farmers outside the window reaping the heavy harvest.

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In the gorgeous and valuable carriage in front of the convoy, the eldest princess of Northern Qi sighed, looked at the sister who had been in excellent feelings since childhood, and did not say anything. Miss Shen, who escaped from Shangjing City, was lying on the window lattice stupidly at this time, looking at the same scenery as Yan Bingyun outside the window, but she didn't know whether she was thinking about her lover's desperation, the tragedy of her family's ruin, or the sadness of leaving the country and going to her hometown.