Fan Xian didn't have time to explain, and ordered with a smile: "I said, you remember." He didn't have time to polish the ink at this time, so he picked up a quill pen, dipped it in some ink left over from the inkstone, handed it to his sister, and then closed his eyes tightly, and began to recall the complicated distribution of the palace and the direction of the road.

The more Fan Ruoruo writes his face, the whiter it becomes, and Fan Xian's face becomes whiter and whiter because of his memory, and the brother and sister have become two big white faces. finally drew a road map in the palace, and Fan Ruoruo finally couldn't help but cry out in a low voice: "Brother, do you know that this is a big crime of rebellion." ”

Fan Xian relaxed, sat on the chair, and didn't speak for a long time. Today, I spent half a day in the palace, not only to talk and chat with those nobles, but also to remember the complicated road, and finally to fight with the eldest princess jīng god for a long time, it was too draining to slow down for a while.

Qinglu is naturally familiar with him, and he also knows that the palace is a building that is absolutely not allowed to draw, this is to prevent anyone from sneaking into the palace to do those big rebellious things. And Fan Xian needed this picture, because he had already made a plan, and in this plan, that night, he should have sneaked into the palace to find the key.

He could ask Lin Wan'er about the roads in the palace, but that would be too risky, and the path that the master of the palace walked and the path that Fan Xian planned with his heart were completely two different concepts, even if Wuzhu told him that he couldn't do it himself-like those hiding places behind rockeries and blind spots among the flowers, if he didn't walk one by himself, it would be impossible to make a map that he was very satisfied with like today.

Fan Xian stood up, walked to the table and picked up the picture drawn by his sister, and found that although he was in a hurry, his sister's brushwork was still meticulous, so he couldn't help patting his sister's head happily and said, "It's done, please go to Yishiju to eat seafood." ”

Fan Ruoruo got angry, snatched the map back, and said, "It's done, what's done, do you know how big it is? No, I'm going to sue my father." ”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly, thinking that the concept of the inviolability of imperial power was really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, of course, he also understood that his sister was mainly worried about her own safety and the children of the palace.

"Don't worry, I'll rest for a while, memorize this picture right away, and burn it, no one will know. Fan smiled and comforted his sister.

Fan Ruoruo's anxious tears swirled in his eyes: "Brother, why are you painting this picture?"

Fan Xian sighed, lowered his head and looked at his sister's eyes, and said word by word: "Because there are things I want in the palace." ”

"Are you going to the palace to steal ......?" Fan Ruoruo wanted to scream in surprise, and quickly covered his mouth.

Fan Xian said seriously: "Yes, but it's not stealing, because that thing was originally mine." ”

Fan Ruoruo got rid of the shock, immediately regained his calmness and intelligence, judged the truth of the matter, lowered his slightly trembling voice and said, "Isn't it harmony...... Does Aunt Ye have anything to do with it?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I can't hide this from you." A few very simple words, but they are full of feelings of knowing and believing between brothers and sisters. He then smiled and said, "It's okay, who is your brother? Punching a seven-year-old child, kicking a septuagenarian, standing on a mass grave and yelling, disagreeing with my standing up, no one dares to speak up, haha." ”

Ruoruo smiled with some difficulty, thinking that his brother's joke was really not funny, and he was still worried, but he knew that Fan Xian was a person who was beautiful and gentle on the outside, but in fact his heart was extremely hard and cold, so he couldn't say anything, so he had to go and pray at home every day.

"Actually, I'm selfish. Fan Xian looked at the sorrow on her eyebrows, and suddenly calmly reflected on herself: "Whenever there is something that is extremely difficult for me to bear alone, I am willing to sue you, on the surface it is trust, but in fact, I may just want to find someone to share the pressure." But I never thought that in fact, this kind of pressure is a greater pain for you, at least I still have you to talk to, who can you say like to go? For example, my mother is the heroine of the Ye family, for example, I am about to go to the palace to steal things. ”

Ruoruo glanced at him with a little sadness: "Trust and pressure, both offset each other, I am still glad that my brother does not hide from me." ”

――――――――――――――――――――――――― negotiations are still ongoing, and the work of re-demarcation is very difficult, originally with the support of the analysis case file handed over by Fan Xian, the official in charge of the negotiations in Qingguo Honglu Temple is extremely tough, and several times he almost forced the Northern Qi delegation to draw a pledge on the paperwork, but I don't know why, maybe something happened in the Northern Qi country, and the Northern Qi mission has been brazenly and even hysterically dragging it, as if it wants to wait for something.

This taste of yīn was immediately sniffed out by the experienced Shaoqing of Honglu Temple. That afternoon, after a no-go negotiation, he held a small teapot, glanced at Fan Xian, and motioned for him to come out with him. Along the way, there were officials saluting the two chief and deputy envoys, and finally found a quiet place, Xin Shaoqing sighed a little tiredly and said, "Master Fan, do you feel that something is abnormal?"

For this negotiation, although Fan Xian had the correct attitude of observing and learning and adding gilding, after all, he had been involved from beginning to end, so he also felt that the attitude of the Northern Qi mission had changed a little strangely. But if the other side has recently obtained any bargaining chips that can be relied on, then it should also be put out at this time, and it will definitely not be dragged like a scoundrel at the negotiating table.

He thought about it, and suddenly frowned: "I'm afraid that Northern Qi is now trying to find a way to get some chips to be used at the negotiation table." ”

Xin Shaoqing looked at him and nodded: "I think the same way, so tonight I will enter the palace to meet the Holy Lord, and ask the Holy Lord to issue an edict to order the Supervision Yuan to go around to assist the Honglu Temple in its work, and I am really a little worried if I don't find out what the Northern Qi side is thinking." ”

Fan Xian leaned against the railing, squinted and pondered, thinking to himself what Beiqi was trying to obtain? It didn't make sense, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, thinking of the spy network set up by the Supervision Yuan in Northern Qi, and thinking of the son of Yan Bingyun Yan, who had been lurking in Northern Qi for four years.

I don't know what he was thinking, Xin Shaoqing said in a harmonious voice: "I entered the palace tonight, but after all, there are relatively few things to get from the open." Deputy Envoy Fan, you can't hide it anymore at this time. ”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly, thinking that the other party must have thought that the last dossier was obtained with the help of his father's secret power, but God knows, the power that his father secretly took care of for the emperor has never even been touched by himself. But after thinking about it, he felt that he really needed to ask, at least to ensure Yan Bingyun's safety in Northern Qi.

That night, in that hidden courtyard, Fan Xian summoned Wang Qinian and told him about his and Xin Shaoqing's worries. Wang Qinian's face reacted to Fan Xian with some ominous signs.

"The courtyard has not received a cry from a crow for eight days. Wang Qinian's brows furrowed extremely tightly.

"This kind of news is not something you can know at this level. Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, "But I don't want to ask you how you know, I just want to remind you of the courtyard and let the Northern Qi side pay attention to safety." ”

Wang Qinian shook his head: "It's all a one-line connection, if it is broken, it will be difficult to come back." What's more, Yan Gongzi is the head of the Northern Qi secret spy, if something happens to him, it will be useless to contact him again. ”

"In any case, remind him to stay safe. A hint of coldness flashed in Fan Xian's eyes, he didn't like to give up anyone for the benefit of the country, especially that Yan Bingyun, as the son of a high-ranking official, had been lurking for four years and had sacrificed a lot. Today's Fan Xian has already regarded himself as a member of Qingguo and a member of the Supervision Yuan, and naturally has a kind of admiration for Yan Bingyun, who has never met.

Fan Xian thought about another thing, and looked at Wang Qinian calmly: "I have a mission, but I can't pass through the courtyard, I hope I can ask for your help." ”

Wang Qinian looked at the adult a little confused.

"I can't report it to Dean Chen. Fan Xian's tone was very calm, but Wang Qinian could hear the chill mixed in.

"Yes. As soon as this word came out, Wang Qinian knew that he had put his net worth on this seemingly gentle, but actually ruthless young adult. As for the hospital, Dean Chen just told himself to listen to Master Fan, and did not explain anything else.

............ That night, the unfortunate news was finally confirmed, and the Qingguo Supervision Yuan was lucky to preserve most of the secret spy network in Northern Qi, but to everyone's surprise, Yan Bingyun, who was the leader of the secret spy, was captured alive by the masters of Northern Qi in the silk village in Shangjing, Northern Qi!

For such incidents, it is generally the lower level to open the breakthrough and then trace it upwards, and it is very rare for this kind of thing to capture the highest level of the spy network in one fell swoop. In this case, there is only one possibility, that is, there are high-level people in Qingguo, and there are people who communicate with foreign countries.

Of course, the news of Yan Bingyun's arrest could not be spread, although it would deal a certain blow to Qingguo's prestige, but it was even more inconsistent with the interests of Northern Qi, which needed to exchange such a leader for corresponding benefits, not just to hit the morale of the enemy country.

As for the Qingguo officialdom, the eldest son of Lord Yan Ruohai, who was sponsored by the Supervision Yuan everywhere, died four years ago, and no one knew that he was sent to Northern Qi by the imperial court.

In the past few days, everyone who knows about this has not slept well.

In the most secret room of the Honglu Room, Xin Shaoqing closed his eyes and handed the paper in his hand to Fan Xian. Fan Xian took it and saw that it was a painting, and the painting was a thin cloud, walking high in the ice field. This piece of paper was during today's negotiations, an inconspicuous figure in the Northern Qi delegation secretly handed it to Xin Shaoqing, and the look on that person's face at that time almost provoked Xin Shaoqing to pull out the guard's sword and slash it over.

There is the word ice cloud hidden in the painting, and it seems that the Northern Qi mission has also received this news and is ready to make an offer.