After coming out of the small temple, there have been three people following Fan Xian behind him, I don't know if it is the secret agent of Jinyiwei or the manpower in the palace, but no matter which side of the character, Fan Xian will not allow anyone to follow him today.

After pulling out these three nails, Fan Xian confirmed that no one was following him, and then he started the next step. After leaving the alley, he did not take the carriage, because any opportunity to contact people may leave clues that the Northern Qi side may find. On the wet streets, there were gradually more pedestrians, and under the cover of the crowd, Fan Xian lowered his head and walked silently among the people of the foreign country.

According to the Inspectorate's anti-stalking code, he should look for a cloth shop or something, then go through the back door and go through a few more turns before he can get to his destination. But Fan Xian didn't take this method, firstly, he was confident that no one would follow him, and secondly, he thought that there were too many turns and too many people in contact, but it was easy to be discovered, but he was very careful to sneak into an official palace on the way, and he didn't know what to do.

Coincidentally, at this time, the sky in Shangjing began to rain again, and the rain was silent but tangible, effectively covering his whereabouts.

............ Near the teaching workshop in the south of Shangjing, there is a civilian settlement called Zhangjiadian. There are dragons and snakes mixed here, and people are chaotic, but the security has been quite good in recent years, and the cost of living is cheap, so it has gradually become lively. Those small traders who did not have much capital also began to muster up their remaining courage, save their surplus money, set up some storefronts on this street, and started a sitting business.

This place is not as good as Silk Street, selling all rì commonly used items, the price is cheap, and the quality is naturally not too good. The third shop that hit the east and walked over is such an ordinary place, this shop is selling oil, the oil is from the overseas palm oil transported from Dongyi City, although the price is cheap, the taste is also good, but the sè ze is not very good, especially every winter, there will always be a layer of white sè flocculents, so generally a little rich people prefer to use the rapeseed oil produced in Qidong.

Fortunately, there are always a majority of people who don't have spare money, so this oil shop without even a signboard can survive, but it doesn't dare to hire more people, except for an old shopkeeper, only one helper and buddy are hired.

It has rained several times again and again, there are not many pedestrians here in Zhangjiadian, and today it seems a little empty, but the trading of the oil shop has nothing to do with the time of day, who has no oil to eat, will naturally come, so the old shopkeeper of the oil shop is not in a hurry, but moved a bench, sitting at the door of his house and looking at the rain outside the shop in a daze.

Maybe the shopkeeper is really old, and the young guys in the store feel that the shopkeeper has been in a daze a lot more times this year than before.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy oil. A man stood at the door of the oil shop, blocking the dim light from the outside. The old shopkeeper waved his hand and motioned for him to go in by himself.

The man lifted his rain hat and showed a plain face, smiled, went into the shop, and said to the yawning fellow, "Young man, I want to buy oil." ”

The guy smiled and said, "What oil do you want?" In addition to palm oil, our store also has a new batch of rapeseed oil from Qi Donglai. This guy was respectful, but he was muttering in his heart, of course the people who came to our store were buying oil, didn't this say nonsense?

The man said, "Give me half a pound of palm oil." ”

The guy replied crisply, "Okay." He poured oil on the scales with great ease, and then found that the man's hands were empty, and he couldn't help touching his head: "This guest, what do you pretend?"

"Do you have a pot here?"

"Yes, a wooden kettle costs three cents. "Dude is happy to have done an extra business.

The man took the oil pot but did not speak, as if he was still thinking about something.

The guy asked curiously, "What else do you want?"

"Is there any sesame oil?"

............ the words "Is there sesame oil?" were very soft, not very loud, but the withered right hand of the old shopkeeper sitting outside the shop on the bench trembled slightly.

The guy in the store said angrily: "We don't have this good goods in this store, this whole Zhangjia store, who eats sesame oil?" As he was talking, the old shopkeeper had walked back to the counter slowly, waved his hand to signal the guy to leave, looked at the guest with a smile on his face, and explained: "Sesame oil is too expensive, except for the use of the festival, no one generally buys it, and there is still more than half a year for this festival, so the small store has not yet stocked." ”

The man smiled and said, "In addition to sacrificing to the sky, it is also possible to sacrifice people. ”

The old shopkeeper smiled more and more respectfully, and said, "Then you can tell me the quantity, and our store can order on behalf of customers." ”

The conversation reached a critical place, so the voices of the two of them became quieter, but the person's memory must be very good, so he said the following batch of slippers clearly and unambiguously: "I want to buy seven catties, three taels, nine dollars and four millimeters...... Palm oil. ”

The old shopkeeper made a calculation, and then said with a difficult face: "There is something wrong with this price, this merchant, let's go into the inner room and talk about it." ”

"That's fine. ”

The old shopkeeper told the man to watch outside, and led the guest into the back room, and the man only then realized that this man was not here to buy oil, but to sell oil, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue, thinking that he was fortunate not to offend the owner of the sesame oil business just now.

――――――――――――――――――― this sesame oil merchant, naturally Fan Xian was dressed in disguise, he followed the old shopkeeper into the back room, only to find that this was completely different from the joint location he imagined, it was actually a clear sky and a bright one.

There was no tea, no cold noise, the old shopkeeper stared at Fan Xian's eyes, with a hint of caution in his old and cloudy eyes, and said, "The guest is from the south?"

Fan Xian nodded.

The old shopkeeper made a gesture of please. Fan Xian sighed in his heart, thinking that Yan Bingyun's program was really a bit cumbersome, so he had no choice but to report another number that he had firmly memorized.

It was only at this time that the old shopkeeper confirmed the identity of the other party, and the whole person relaxed, shivered from his sleeve for a long time, and put a small knife quenched with poison in his hand. Fan Xian understood that if the person who came was a spy of Qi State, the old shopkeeper had to cut himself off as soon as possible.

This is also the reason why Yan Bingyun has always felt very humiliated after being captured alive.

The old shopkeeper looked at him and said, "What is your role in the Supervision Yuan?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I think the current situation doesn't allow us to be wordy. ”

The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "It's been a year, I haven't received the news from above for a whole year, after the boss had an accident, the imperial court has not sent anyone to take over, I thought the imperial court was ready to let us enter a silent period." ”

The so-called silent period means that once there is a gap in the secret agent system lurking in the enemy country, it will immediately stop operating to avoid being exposed, and this period may only be a month, or it may be ...... Decade.

Fan Xian frowned, the capture of Yan Bingyun, the big leader, was originally the most unlikely thing to happen in the spy war between the two countries, because Yan Bingyun himself did not need to carry the intelligence back to China and personally investigate these dangerous things. But the eldest princess played this hand, but the entire network in the north of the Supervision Yuan was paralyzed.

Yan Bingyun has always been in the hands of the Northern Qi people, and the imperial court and the Supervision Yuan naturally dare not risk contacting these downlines, so it will cause a gap in this year.

"I hope that after a one-year pause, everyone's bodies are not rusty. ”

"Please rest assured. The old shopkeeper knew that since the person in front of him could come to take over Lord Yan's duties, he must be a great big man in the courtyard, and he could faintly smell the smell of blood on the other party's body, so the old shopkeeper replied very carelessly, "Please give an order." ”

"Three things, some urgent and some slow. Fan Xian looked at the old man in front of him, knowing that the other party and even the unknown number of secret agents in the courtyard below must have had a very difficult time this year, like an orphan who was adrift and had nowhere to return home, so he deliberately softened his words: "The most urgent thing is to find out where Sean is locked up immediately." The second thing is to find out the real reason for the rift between the queen mother and the emperor. ”

This is something that Fan Xian has never understood, the young emperor seems to have eaten a little too much.

The old shopkeeper's face remained unchanged, although he knew that either of these tasks was extremely difficult, so he quietly waited for the lord in front of him to issue the third order.

"Chashawn's affairs should be fast, and things in the palace can be slow. Fan Xian muttered: "As for the third order, I think you should know that Neiku has been smuggling to the north all these years. ”

The old shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, and a strange brilliance appeared in his eyes for the first time: "That's Xinyang's problem, my lord, the courtyard has finally decided to do it?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said softly, "Check ...... Check it for me, but don't touch them at all, but control all the joints that can be controlled, and if you want to do it in the future, you have to make sure that what you have in your hands is enough to salvage this line. ”

"Understood. "The old shopkeeper knows that this is a long-term task, so he can take his time.

Fan Xian was thinking about something else in his heart, Cui Gongzi didn't know if his mother-in-law was deliberately trying himself, or if the other party was currently asking for himself, so he put up with it for the time being. Although the matter of words and papers, the matter of Guangxin Palace, Xinyang has never known that Fan Xian did it, but the conflict in the lobby of the criminal department has gradually surfaced the contradiction between him and the eldest princess.