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.

glanced at the happy, sweaty treasure, for some reason, Fan Xian's heart became sour, I don't know if there will be such an opportunity to live with my 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, a little unsavory. Pulled the handkerchief next to the table to wipe off the grease 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's seventh day of the Lunar New Year is the first day of duty for court officials after the New Year, in addition to the various ministries and departments walking around each other, exchanging blessings, and giving red envelopes to each other. In fact, there are no too important political matters to be handled. 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 the habit of the whole world officialdom, and even the one in the palace knows this, after all, it is the New Year's weather.

It's idle when it's on duty. There is nothing to do, it is natural, the shift is naturally earlier, at this time the time has obviously not arrived, the sun hiding behind the cold clouds in the sky has not moved to the south, and many officials came out of the yamen of Dali Temple across the street, and these officials met with the officials of other ministries who had been guarding the door of the yatang. Scattered on the streets like birds and beasts, I don't know where to go to enjoy Kyoto's food, this is the first day of duty, and 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 in the afternoon. Unlike Dali Temple, the door face is obviously much shabby, and the yamen of the first branch of the Supervision Yuan, which is much more gloomy, is still closed, and there are no officials who enter to do business, let alone idlers who walk around. A somewhat depressing atmosphere emanated from that courtyard. Fan Xian quietly looked at the familiar courtyard, the courtyard where he once covered 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 sent to the Criminal Department and Dali Temple.

One goes and the other goes up. The imperial history system headed by He Zongwei faintly overpowered Hu Daxue and began to lead the entire civil official system to launch an attack on the Supervision Yuan, I don't know how many officials of the Supervision Yuan. In the great prison ushered in a cruel punishment.

Today's Qingguo. It's no longer the Qingguo with the 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, they were all 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, prepared to set up a screen, and sat 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 were 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 despised Hou Jichang for betraying Fan Xian, but no one was willing to show 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 on the other side of the railing, there were only three on that table, and a guard-like person had obviously finished eating, and was looking around vigilantly, the fat man facing the officials was bowing his head and chewing something, and the person 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 chuckle.

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 that Xiao Suo's back before, and they didn't 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 at any time in the past, the officials at this table would have to go to that table to salute Fan Xian respectfully, but now Fan Xian not only has no official position, but the identity of the first-class duke has also been taken captive by His Majesty. has become an out-and-out white body, just a civilian.

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, they will also have secret joy in their hearts. These days, the old case of the Dali Temple Trial Supervision Yuan, when it 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 do not take the initiative to provoke the other party, they will not eat too much and have nothing to do to humiliate themselves.

Today, I don't know why, the screen has not come up. The wine and food came up first, although the officials of Dali Temple were a little unhappy, but it was not good to quarrel about anything in such a scene, and it was a small matter to lose the face of the officials, and it was not something that these officials wanted to see if they really wanted to communicate with the silent three people at the table over there.

"Today, I welcome Lord Hou into the temple, from today on, Lord Hou is your colleague and my colleague ......" The deputy secretary 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 understands Fan Xian, a disciple who is younger than himself, today the other party suddenly appeared on the opposite side of Dali Temple and appeared in the Xinfeng Pavilion, does he really just like the buns in this restaurant?

As soon as he thought of this, his hands trembled again, and out of the corner of his eye, he 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 the Lord of Chenjun, some naturally stupid treasures, he secretly prayed. Since Lord Xiao Fan brought this here, I hope he didn't come to make trouble.

The vice secretary of Dali Temple noticed his abnormality, and frowned a little disliked, since the former vice secretary was implicated in the old Qin family's Kyoto rebellion, he has done a smooth sail in this position. Now even the Supervision Yuan has to look at his own face. He really didn't feel like he had anything to be afraid of, yes. Everyone knows that Xiao Fan is powerful, but can he still be unreasonable and scold?

Lord Vice Qing was obviously dissatisfied with Hou Jichang's performance, 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 smile of disdain, and the mockery in his eyes was full. 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 to sneer at that side, but the expression on his face is revealed

"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 Xiandi in Kyoto back then, and now how many years have passed, Kyoto people are afraid that they have long forgotten about this matter, but Guo Zheng believes that Fan Xian will not forget, and he will not forget, 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 would have to pass by the table where the officials had 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 Xia Guan came out, he realized that something was wrong, the other party was now white, and he was the deputy secretary of the dignified Dali Temple. How is it possible to say the next 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, and Fan Xian didn't look at him, as if he didn't exist at all, this kind of ignorance made everyone at the table feel a chill.

Fan Xian didn't look at Hou Jichang. He looked at Guo Zheng, the newly appointed Imperial Doctor of Zuodu beside him, and said softly: "I was very curious three years ago, I exiled you to Jiangnan, and you were restless day and night, and then the Kyoto rebellion happened, you are obviously a person from Xinyang, why didn't Your Majesty have the will to deal with you." ”

"I figured it out later. It turned out that you saw that the momentum was wrong, 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 serves 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 will be heartbroken. Han Sheng said: "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 Fresh Wind Pavilion suddenly became as calm as before a storm. The silence is palpitating. Waiting for Guo Zheng, what does this mean? Although until this time, no one still believed that Fan Xian dared to risk the world's great disdain. Doing 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 Shinfeng 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 dishes was directly covered on Guo Zheng's face, and the vegetable juice and broken porcelain flew together, and at the same time burst out on the face of this imperial doctor, turning into countless rays 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 ground 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. Everyone stupidly looked at the deeply sunken head on the table, and the blood mixed with vegetable juice on the table, and couldn't speak, because no one dared to believe what they were seeing, 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 Kyoto, and it is also something that no one can imagine, and all the people of the region can't react to it at all. Just looking at this scene, it's 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 sounds 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. It's like 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, and there was 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 land for my subordinates. 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. I only heard a gust of wind blowing through the pavilion of the Xinfeng Pavilion, and then heard a crisp sound and a muffled sound, and the cervical vertebrae of the deputy secretary of Dali Temple were broken here, and the head was also tragically slapped into the table top of the hard pear blossom wood.

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.

Kill two people on the street. There was a ghost crying in the Xinfeng Pavilion, but Fan Xian's face remained unchanged and turned away. A guy from the Fresh Wind Pavilion came behind everyone without knowing it 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. Turning his gaze back from the stairs and falling on the two corpses, he couldn't help but bend down and vomit uncontrollably as he watched the artifacts on the table that he didn't know if it was brains or beanflower flowing in the blood, and endless fear took over his whole body. "Send my uncle home. "Downstairs in the Shinbunkan. Fan Xian helped Dabao into the carriage. After saying a word to Fuji Zijing, he watched the black carriage head towards Nancheng. And Fan Xian is single. But they 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 Supervision Yuan, in fact, he will always be the president of the Supervision 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 been blown away, and today is the last glory of this gloomy 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 alone along the street, 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 all this in his memory, even if he died, he should not forget.

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

I have to say that Fan Xian chose the seventh day of the first month. It is indeed the best time, it is not noon at this time, and the officials in the Dali Temple have already gone to the chic and happy with the officials of the ministries on their own, and the Yamen of the Dali Temple has no resistance at all 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 bleed 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 carefully selected by Fan Xian, and they occupy Dali Temple one by one. It's just to rescue those colleagues who were imprisoned 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.

It's noon today. Tobe Shangshu is entertaining guests in Yishi Curie, and he invited the squire of the criminal department and a few good friends, not surprisingly, they are all the backbone of the He family. Lord Shang Shu stroked his short beard, feeling slightly proud in the warm pavilion in this winter, after three years of hard work, he finally cleared the shadow of his predecessor Shang Shu Fan Jian's stay in the ministry. The independent kingdom belonging to Fan Fu ceased to exist, and he finally became the real head of the household.

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 Chinese scholars, and standing by the side of Scholar He was equivalent to standing in front of His Majesty the Emperor, which was an honor.

Originally, today's banquet should have been 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. Scholar He also had to explain that there were some things to do in the palace on the seventh day of the new year, so it was impossible for Scholar He to come to the banquet in person, so he moved the time 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 of the will of the scholar who had just been honored, Tobe forcibly intervened. The Kyoto Prefecture Yamen played with the desire to die, forcing the hard-headed Sun Jingxiu to resign in disgrace, and in the end, he still didn't pay the guilty money and was put in prison, and Lord Shangshu began to feel that he wanted to die. What are you going to do with this official? Aren't you just giving birth to a good daughter? After your daughter is sold into the church. The official also wants to secretly make your daughter want to die. The wine was on the head, just when Lord Tobe Shangshu was circling around the four words of desire for immortal death. He didn't notice a sly and vicious glint 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 want to 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 at the deserted door of the He house, He University Scholar is honest and honest, and hates people to give gifts the most, so he raised two vicious dogs at the gate of the mansion, many people know that this trick is the Chenghai Viscount Mansion, that is, the first initiative of Lord Yan Ruohai, and it is inevitable to 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 barked desperately at the heavens, and the frozen dogs barked at the snow, which had no 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 civilian clothes vigilantly controlled the perimeter of Qingjinghe 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 displeased. 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 vigilant eyes of the forbidden army, he walked to the rather inconspicuous bungalow in 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.