Ridiculous people spit out absurd words and do absurd things. On the seventh day of the first month of the eleventh year of Qingli, Fan Xian instructed his subordinates to kill the minister on the street, and killed the scholars of Zhongshu University at the foot of the imperial city.

However, even if it was so absurd, what was unexpected was that the corners of the Emperor's lips only flashed a few rather elusive sneering smiles, and he did not get angry, and asked, "When did I give you the will?"

"The heart of the superior body is what our vassals should do. Fan Xian responded calmly.

Today, taking advantage of the opportunity of laxity in guarding all parts of Kyoto just after the New Year's Festival, and taking advantage of the palace's underestimation of his influence and summoning ability over the former subordinates of the Supervision Yuan, he was able to kill the core personnel of the Kyoto Saga faction officials in such a frenzy.

The main reason for being able to achieve this strategic goal is that Fan Xian's move is too sudden, and it can even be said to be abrupt, so abrupt that no one has the slightest prediction whether it is in the palace or in the court.

In the silent thunder, everyone in the world covered their ears in fear, this is Fan Xian's idea, he must consider the way out after the defeat, he must take the first step to kill those officials who are staring at his side like hunting dogs!

If you kill it thoroughly, if you really lose, maybe the officials and subordinates you want to protect will be much better.

The thunder sounded, but there was no possibility of it ringing all the time, it was just a matter of a moment, and the imperial court would react immediately, once the powerful state machine of Qingguo was in full operation, and the powerful military forces were inserted into Kyoto, the power of the Fan system could only be destroyed like a withering and decaying, especially in Kyoto.

Presumably, at this time, the Kyoto garrison has already begun to unite with the Thirteen City Gate Divisions to start the clean-up operation, and the forbidden army will not interfere with the palace defense, but that side alone is enough. The subordinates loyal to Fan Xian had already begun to sneak into the shadows at this time, but for Fan Xian, this was far from enough, and it was the root of these absurd words that he said to His Majesty at this time under the anger of Qinglu and His Majesty Xià to seek a door with a larger crack as possible for those who were loyal to him.

"There are two fierce dogs in the He University's mansion, which are quite incorruptible, but his two brothers are also quite famous as fierce dogs in He's ancestral county. ”

The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly and said: "As for the matter of selling officials and accepting bribes, in the past three years, in the seemingly dilapidated mansion of Scholar He, there are dozens of more famous paintings in the former Wei period. ”

"Fan Wusu was an old subordinate of Chengze back then, as one of the eight generals, although he had left the palace, he also participated in the rebellion. After the rebellion in Kyoto three years ago, this person did not surrender to the imperial court, but he threw himself incognito into the palace of the scholar of He University. And Scholar He knew his identity, but he secretly knew what he meant, and he didn't know what he meant. ”

Fan Xian said slowly and calmly, for He Zongwei, the Supervision Yuan has long been investigating, but because of the holy face, these hard-working things can not always be exposed in broad daylight, and Fan Xian will naturally not be taboo anymore, especially he knows these things very well The emperor in front of him, even more than himself.

"A month ago, Fan Wusu was assassinated and almost died. Fan Xian suddenly smiled and looked at the side face of the emperor, because Fan Wusu was killed, it was originally ordered by His Majesty, "Fortunately, someone under my command happened to pass by and rescued him, and after all, he still recorded a confession, which should have been sent to the Supervision Yuan at this time." ”

Back then, He Zongwei and the widow of Lord Peng were hunted down and killed by the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the second prince and the prince Li Hongcheng happened to pass by, and now the person in He Zongwei's Mansion was killed, and the shadow also happened to pass by, and things in life are always like this.

"What makes me even more curious is that Scholar He is not young, he has never married a wife, and he even has a concubine and a big girl, but he lives in ...... with his widowed aunt."

............ Just as Fan Xian was gushing endlessly and expounding with relish on the charges of Scholar He, the emperor finally opened his mouth indifferently: "Enough, Lord He is dedicated to the country, even if he once offended you, but he will eventually die at your hands, why bother to use these foul words to frame a dead person." ”

"That's what Your Majesty said. ”

"You should know very well, I know these things very well. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. However, all the people in the world did not know that His Majesty's favored scholar He was such a person. ”

Fan Xian had already put a smile on his face, calmly and without retreating, and said: "I have sent someone to copy the He Mansion, and the evidence of the crime in the bill list will be sent to the Supervision Yuan after the transcription, presumably it will not be long before Dean Yan will personally send it to the palace." As for the original copy that has been sent to the Bookstore and Xishan Bookstore, maybe it is somewhere else, and in a few days, people all over the world will see this outside. ”

"To do these things, how can we do without the eight major departments of the Supervision Yuan? Are you threatening me? You want the people of the world to see my joke?" the emperor smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't dare, just ask Your Majesty to think twice, today's matter will shock the world, no matter whether the historian can stand up or not, but there are still wild historical theories, which will always be recorded on the pages of the book and left in the history. ”

Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty is a generation of Ming Jun, whether it is me, the former dean of the Supervision Yuan, who is mad, or He Daxue who is innocent of death, it is not good to write on paper after all, but if His Majesty's holy eyes are like a torch, it must be another discussion." ”

"It sounds like a feasible method, but if it's really like this, wouldn't it be the court's unkindness?" The emperor didn't know if he was really moved by Fan Xian's words, and looked at this son indifferently and sarcastically.

"But all courtiers, after all, are just the servants of His Majesty, a slave dies when he dies, but after his death, he can be all His Majesty's grace, which can be regarded as his brilliance. Fan Xian's words were so mean, but he didn't know if he was satirizing himself and the officials in the court, or the dead scholar He Daxue, or ...... In front of him, this ruthless king who always forgets the word Wen Ren.

"The imperial court has its own laws, even if He Zongwei is guilty and should be punished, he should be imprisoned by a certain Si Suona, so that he can be interrogated and punished, how can he be brutally killed?"

"However, the officials who acted out of righteous indignation are guilty, but after all, they are the heavenly hearts of the upper body, and the sins are forgivable, and as for me, a mad thug, I am naturally unforgivable. Fan Xian smiled slightly and said: "With my life, in exchange for the world's discussions, no one will think that He Zongwei will suffer." ”

His Majesty the Emperor listened to these seemingly gentle, but in fact cold words, but he was not moved, and said, "Then I ...... After all, I feel guilty about Scholar He. ”

"The dead are gone. Fan Xian spit out four words lightly.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's face suddenly gave birth to a touch of sorrow, looked at him quietly, and said after a while: "If it is really the dead, how can you enter the palace today?"

............ Fan Xian was silent, around this topic, there is no need to discuss between the emperor and him, the last time he entered the palace about the difference between the title of his father and his majesty, this bifurcation has been described, and now Fan Xian's decisive state of entering the palace is to explain his meaning clearly.

It's just that these words about the wind and rain in Kyoto today, Fan Xian finally wants to make it clear, because how the imperial court determines the killing of today's rìng, even if it is just a slight change in the direction of the wind, will bring a completely different blow to those subordinates who are loyal to him, and the Son of Heaven is as heavy as the sky.

Xishan Bookstore and Tangbo Bookstore had long been ready to print and distribute to the world, but Fan Xian really didn't want to threaten the emperor with a mere name, because it was simply impossible. He just knew too much about the ruthlessness of the Emperor and the concept of putting interests first.

Since He Zongwei is dead, no matter how he was valued and appreciated by the emperor during his lifetime, once he becomes a cold corpse, he is just a useless minion.

How to make the death of Scholar He not shake the foundation of the court of Qingguo is the top priority of the emperor's consideration. And Fan Xian is trying to use the strategy he has prepared to persuade His Majesty to accept, as for the crime of poisoning the minister, he can't escape, he doesn't want to escape, his iron-blooded actions today have touched the bottom line of a feudal dynasty, whether it is standing in the position of the emperor, or the position of the officialdom of the world, the huge Qingguo, there will be no place for him Fan Xian.

What's even more wonderful is that the royal family of the Son of Heaven always pays attention to a gentle and benevolent bearing, even if the monarch who regards all the people as ants doesn't care about the death of a courtier at all, and there are some harsh thoughts in the secret, but no matter how close the courtier is when he proposes to build a courtier, he will also carefully pull out the banner of righteousness to cover it, and he will never say it like Fan Xian today.

Fan Xianbian did this, and when he said so, Emperor Xià didn't think it was too much, so he listened to it casually. If someone next to the two of them hears the content of the conversation between the two at this time, in addition to being shocked by the content itself, they will also notice another very strict question.

In the winter barren palace, since the conversation, Fan is not rude, does not worship, does not kneel, does not call a minister, only calls me, responds indifferently, dissects his heart with words, and is not presumptuous.

............ The emperor indulged Fan Xian's presumptuousness, because there was a faint coolness in the depths of his eyes, and he just waved his hand with some disgust. Other people may not understand the meaning of every action of the emperor's majesty, but Fan Xian is different, he quickly stood up straight, his face was calm, and his face was slightly vibrating, knowing that the verdict of today's matter would be slightly deviated, although the crime was only a little worse, but the difference between the court's explicit arrest and the secret attack was very great.

A bleak wind blew, and the light snow on the long grass behind the two of them was rolled up and fell on the two of them one after another, adding a bit of cold and harshness. If the dead He Zongwei knew that His Majesty, the emperor he was loyal to to the death, and Fan Xian, who killed him, just used a dialogue, he would not be able to die cleanly, but he was afraid that the grievances in his heart would be a little stronger.

However, this is the feudal dynasty, this is the so-called family world, in the eyes of this pair of shameless father and son, whether it is officialdom and people, whether it is Emperor Qing or Fan Xian's reputation is more powerful than He Zongwei, the minister who became popular at the beginning, as for such a treatment, whether it will make the ministers chill, that is the question of what to do in the palace in the future.

The snow was still falling so slowly and coldly, the emperor turned around slowly, silently looked at Fan Xian, who was about as tall as himself, and did not speak for a long time, Fan Xian was in front of the emperor, and he always couldn't help but bow his head slightly, and now Fan Xian straightened his waist and stood up, and the emperor realized that his son had already been the same height as himself.

A terrifying chill and coercion emanated from the man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, welding Fan Xian on the remnant snow grass, this momentum was not deliberately dispersed, but only moved with the change of mood, and the incomparably majestic essence was revealed by the momentum, which actually wanted to affect the surrounding environment.

Fan Xian's face remained unchanged, breathing the air in the snowflakes slowly and seriously, their father and son had been talking for so long, and they both knew very well that this moment was going to come after all, and at this time, He Zongwei's matter was solved, and it was naturally the turn of the matter between the two of them.

"I'm very curious, what kind of service do you have when you enter the palace alone to face me. The emperor's face was calm, and he naturally leaned up slightly, full of sarcasm and disdain.

"There's no reason to be afraid of it. Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, bravely opened his eyes, looked directly at the unfathomable king in front of him, and whispered in a tone that was so flat that he was a little numb: "I...... I just want to fight a fair fight with His Majesty. ”

The emperor was slightly stunned and laughed uncontrollably, the laughter was deep and far-reaching, full of absurdity, echoing in the palace in the depths of winter, I don't know how many hibernating creatures under the frozen soil were awakened.

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, a strange smile flashed in the corners of his clear eyes, and he said in a slightly sandy voice: "How can you be qualified to ask me for any fairness." ”

Yes, in front of His Majesty the Emperor, what qualifications does Fan Xian have to demand fairness? His sister is still in the palace, his family is still in the capital, and although his subordinates are so presumptuous today, in fact, in the eyes of the emperor, they are still just a group of ants that can't make waves. It is precisely because His Majesty the Emperor is confident and powerful that he does not look at the turmoil in Kyoto today at all, as long as he wants, he can easily mobilize the army, and with the power of the world in his hands, Fan Xian will be crushed to death, unable to move at all.

How arrogant and brave are the four words of fair fighting...... But how naïve, the Heavenly Palace is not a reckless river, you want to fight, you don't bother to fight with you, what about you?

Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged, calmly and resolutely looked back at His Majesty's gaze, and said word by word: "Qualification lies in strength, the strength to die happily, I think I still have it." ”

As these words came out, the emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep gaze naturally swept over Fan Xian's shoulders, looking towards the large continuous palace group in the southeast direction. The cold palace that should have been lively was extremely quiet in the snow today, and there was no too abrupt sound to sound, and there was no abnormal movement, but the emperor's majesty was slightly moved, knowing that something was wrong there, because Fan Xian actually entered the palace alone today to seek a bloody happy enmity, so naturally he had already prepared a bargaining chip display to arrange a way back and show his qualifications.

If the world is a game of chess, the chessboard between the father and son is the territory of the seven roads, the three forces, countless states and counties, and the chess pieces are hundreds of millions of people, endless wealth, and the people's hearts and feelings. And what Fan Xianjin did was to take back this chessboard from the world and turn it into the cold soil of the palace where his feet stood at this time, and remove those chess pieces from the chessboard, leaving only himself and Emperor Qing, this is his ruthless decision, his ruthlessness to himself, and his absolute decision to His Majesty.

But to make His Majesty the Emperor abandon the chessboard of the world, to ensure the safety of those chess pieces, Fan Xian must have enough chips to convince the other party, even including the death of He Zongwei, if Fan Xian did not come up with enough lethal proof, then he was not qualified to say this.

The first chip Fan Xian threw out was a fire, a fire in winter, this fire was burning in a quiet but forbidden room somewhere in the palace at this time, more than a dozen masters of the inner court who never paid attention to the world, but were only responsible for guarding the things in that room, watched the flames gradually spit out from the window with some confusion, knowing that they were finished.

It didn't take long for the fire in that room to be extinguished, but the files and books inside had already been burned clean, leaving no trace of it.

............ The emperor's eyes looked at the temple in the southeast corner, and after a while, he saw black smoke rise, and then the black smoke dispersed in the snowflakes and disappeared without a trace, and his eyes finally gradually became cold and solemn.

"The place where the transcription of the process flow of the inner library is stored is not known by few people in the palace. The emperor's gaze did not fall on Fan Xian's face, but said indifferently: "You can find it, and you can burn it with a fire, which is really surprising to me." ”

Fan Xian stood aside and said: "There are only two copies of the inner library process in the world, one is in northern Fujian, and the other is in the palace...... Regardless of whether Su Wenmao died or not, I believe that His Majesty should understand that I am in Jiangnan, I am in Neiku, and I have the strength to do this. ”

After saying this, Fan Xian looked at His Majesty's Gujing Wubo's face and sighed in his heart. Neiku is the foundation of Qingguo, but when he suddenly heard that the foundation was injured, His Majesty the Emperor was calm as usual, this kind of magnanimity realm is really transcendent and holy, how can he be a mortal who can resist?