Obviously, it is still the time of the first year, in the past, those red firecracker confetti are still flying on the snow, and the slightly pungent smell of firecrackers is still wonderful behind the houseside house, and there is a lively and festive atmosphere, but for the officials and people of Kyoto, the chūn festival of the twelfth year of the celebration calendar is really a little unpleasant, not only unpleasant, but also a little bleak.

Yesterday rì was the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and the first rì of the various ministries opened the hall, and in this rì, the officials of the Uchiga faction in Kyoto were brutally assassinated, and the blood woke up countless people who were still slightly drunk. Now that martial law had begun in the vicinity of the Imperial Palace, it was reported that the Imperial Court had finally found out who the evil men who had dared to assassinate the minister in the best place of Kyoto were, and launched a culling operation near the Imperial Palace.

I heard that many people died, and it seems that Lord Xiao Fan, who was robbed of all his official positions by His Majesty the Emperor, was also involved in the matter, and there were even rumors that among those extremely dangerous assassins, there were many Northern Qi and Dongyi people.

Countless sergeants walked in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, the Supervision Yuan, the Thirteen Yamen of the Criminal Department, the Inner Court, the Dali Temple, the Thirteen City Gate Division, the Kyoto Garrison Division, and the huge national machine of Qingguo had already started with all their might, and the sound of indifferent and heavy footsteps echoed in the snowy Kyoto, searching everywhere for those assassins who had escaped from the net, and the city gates outside Kyoto were tightly sealed.

In such a situation, it would be difficult for an assassin, no matter how terrifying, to escape from Kyoto easily.

A group of teams jointly composed of the Supervision Yuan and the Inner Court have already surrounded Fan's Mansion, and there are many sergeants outside the Mansion who are carrying out blockade work, and the search of Fan's Mansion has been carried out three times, but still no trace of Fan Xian has been found.

Another search and arrest team led by Yan Bingyun personally rushed to Xicheng in the first time after the square in front of the palace was chaotic, and the most secret contact point of the Qi Nian team was the small courtyard that Wang Qinian bought for one hundred and twenty taels of silver. This small courtyard was originally the secret of the Qi Nian group, but looking at the heavy blow suffered by the former subordinates of the Xiliang Road Supervision Yuan, it can be imagined that the emperor must have buried Jiān details by Fan Xian's side, and found the meeting place of the Qi Nian group.

However, this small courtyard is still lonely, the paper and pen are resting on the table, the residual ink in the inkstone has long been frozen into black edges, and the bucket at the wellhead outside the house is tilting weakly, I don't know how long no one has come, and Fan Xian is naturally not here.

Yan Bingyun stood at the door of the small courtyard and frowned slightly, secretly thinking to himself, where is the dean hiding at this time? Although Xiao Yan Gongzi is now the president of the Supervision Yuan recognized by the Qingguo Imperial Court, in fact, like most officials in the courtyard, he himself always subconsciously puts Fan Xian in the position of the master of the Supervision Yuan.

Kyoto has long been under martial law, and the Kyoto Prefecture has already mobilized various miles and some people who can take charge of affairs, turning into a big net and spreading it on the streets and alleys. Of course, everyone knows how many dark spots the Supervision Yuan has hidden in Kyoto, and with Fan Xian's uncanny ability, no one dares to expect this kind of hunt to really catch him. It's just that the situation is a little different today, first of all, the dark spot of the Supervision Yuan is no longer a secret to the current imperial court, and the most important thing is that Yan Bingyun has already known that Fan Xian was seriously injured today, and he has long since lost his courage, if no one answers, I am afraid that he will be injured and will not be able to escape at all.

However, where is Fan Xian? Half a day has passed since the pursuit operation, and under the strong mobilization, the entire Kyoto has been turned over alive, and the thirteen city gates are holding the major city gates to the death, and all the adults in the Qingguo court have concluded that it is impossible for Fan Xian to leave the city.

Yan Bingyun's brows furrowed more and more tightly, he took a warm breath, patted his somewhat tired cheeks, tried his best to make the ups and downs of his heart calmer, less noticeable, and waved his hand lightly, so that the officials of the Supervision Yuan continued to disperse.

The pursuit continued until late at night, and the minister's mansion that had something to do with Fan Xian was also searched, and even the Jing Wangye's Mansion and Liuguo's Mansion were not missed, but still no one found Fan Xian's whereabouts, and everyone felt a chill, if this big man really survived this time, escaped from Kyoto alive, and really betrayed Daqing, who knows what kind of changes it will bring to the world?

Yan Bingyun returned to Zichengjue's Mansion with a tired body, he did not go to his father to say goodbye, but went directly back to his room, ate two mouthfuls of hot meals brought by the cook, took the hot towel from his wife's hand, wiped his eye sockets twice, and sat on the chair in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wan'er asked softly as she looked at the worry between his eyebrows.

Yan Bingyun smiled a slightly bitter smile on his cold face, and said after being silent for a long time: "Speaking of which, I really admire him, I heard that before he left the square, he had been knocked unconscious by His Majesty, and it was absolutely impossible for him to recover in a short time, and in order to attract the pursuit of those masters, he forcibly broke away from the assassin's team...... Seriously injured, alone, how can you not find it?"

"What about the other assassins?" asked Shen Wan'er, frowning slightly.

"I didn't catch a single live mouth, but I just killed a few, and they were all the masters in the world......"

Yan Bingyun sighed, he was not in the square in front of the palace at that time, it was obvious that although His Majesty trusted himself, in the ambush and killing of Fan Xian, His Majesty was not willing to let the Supervision Yuan intervene, and he also knew that if it weren't for the mysterious assassin method like the wrath of the gods, he was afraid that Fan Xian and those people would have died a long time ago, how could they take advantage of the chaos to kill them.

After saying this, Yan Bingyun found that his wife's face was a little weird, he was slightly stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Wan'er was silent for a long time, and said with a forced smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I went to say hello to my father at dusk, and it seems that his old man is not there." ”

Yan Bingyun's body stiffened slightly, and he didn't make any movement for a long time. His father Yan Ruohai, although he has already retired from the position of the organizer of the Supervision Yuan, is actually an extremely powerful figure, which he naturally knows as a son, the problem is that he knows better that his father is the most traditional official of the Supervision Yuan, and his loyalty is more in Chen Pingping, in Fan Xian, rather than in His Majesty.

"Probably went out for a walk. Yan Bingyun tugged at the corners of his lips, smiled a little difficultly, and didn't say anything more. In the early autumn, Dean Chen was killed by Ling Chi, and Yan Bingyun had been very worried about whether his father would have some violent reactions, but to his great surprise, his father returned to his usual appearance except for a drunken meal that night, and just served the family's rockery garden.

Yan Bingyun knew that His Majesty was looking at his own loyalty, and he was not embarrassed for his father. However, today, His Majesty and Fan Xian officially broke with him, and killed him from the palace to the outside of the palace, Fan Xian naturally wanted to avenge Dean Chen, with his father's ability, he would definitely be able to know about this, if he knew about it, what would he do?

"Stay in the house and see no one. Yan Bingyun's brows furrowed slightly, and he explained to his wife in a deep voice: "I'll go see my father." ”

Not far to the west, he will pass the large and surprisingly large rockery in front of the corridor, and Yan Bingyun came to his father's room and entered respectfully. The first-class viscount said that Ruohai had gray hair on his temples, and he didn't seem surprised by his son's arrival, and said directly: "He didn't come to the mansion, he wasn't so stupid as to throw himself into your net." ”

Yan Bingyun was silent for a long time and said: "This is a hospital business, and my son can't show favoritism. ”

Yan Ruohai glanced at him and said, "You know best whether you can hide people in the mansion." ”

Yan Bingyun saluted and said goodbye, and when he passed the big and surprisingly large rockery in front of the corridor, he stopped in a daze, looking at the slightly dried moss and some residual snow on the rockery, and suddenly thought of some strange rules at home when he was a child, and always felt that he seemed to have missed something, missed something.

............ Fortunately, it was winter, this dark room was not very wet, but it was still dark, the meridians in his body were full of holes, and those reddened wires still ran through the meridians, and the infinite pain pierced his mind like tens of thousands of thin needles, making him want to howl in pain from time to time. This kind of pain, this kind of injury, made him unable to mobilize the snow mountain qi behind his waist at all, and even the small circulation of last Sunday could not be mobilized, and wanting to use Tianyi's natural true qi to repair the meridians turned out to be a luxury at this moment.

Only by relying on time to slowly recuperate, or pinning hope on that magical booklet, from this seemingly empty heaven and earth, absorb those precious vitality, and slowly fill their own empty sea of qi. However, the vitality in the air is so thin, if it recovers at this speed, I am afraid that after twenty or thirty years, he will still be a waste.

Fan Xian half leaned on the wall of the secret room with a woolen blanket, controlling his breathing with a strong mind, his instinct made his breathing a little rapid and loud at the moment, but at this moment, in the dead of night, he was deep in the siege, so he had to be careful.

His body has been bandaged, and the extremely expensive and effective wound medicine is used for no money, and on the ground next to him, there are a lot of food and water used to replenish the jīng god, although the secret room is small, the things prepared inside are extremely complete.

The fractured sternum began to ache faintly again, his brows furrowed, thinking of the emperor's majesty's fist, and the sound of the gunshot, from the previous panic in front of the palace to the extremely strict and effective search of the imperial court later, he confirmed that the emperor Lao Tzu did not die under the gun, this fact did not make him feel too disappointed, but began to calculate the future road should be taken.

When the muffled sound of a blow outside the sky hit the first deep hole in the imperial city, Fan Xian had already woken up, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the direction of the east side of the palace, he was the first person among the more than 10,000 people in the city to react, and clearly judged the location of the shooter, because in this world, he was most familiar with that voice and knew the box best.

Three years ago, Uncle Wuzhu left Kyoto to find the ultimate answer to who he was in the distant Ice and Snow Temple, and from that time on, the box left Fan Xian's side. Fan Xian always thought that Uncle Wuzhu had taken the box away, so he didn't have the slightest regret, because he knew that the enemy that Uncle Wuzhu was about to face was a more unfathomable, indifferent and ruthless Supreme Being.

But I didn't expect that the box was still in Kyoto, but it wasn't by my side. Just as the emperor confirmed before his death passed out, Fan Xian also knew that it must not be Uncle Wuzhu who used the box today, if Uncle Wuzhu really came back, whether he would use the box or not, but he would definitely regard the more than 10,000 Qingguo Jīng Rui soldiers as scarecrows, still holding the iron chisel in his hand so indifferently, and directly entering the palace.

Who was the person who shot it? Fan Xian guessed for a long time, but he still didn't think of it, even if he thought of a few people, he couldn't believe it. He could only be sure that the person who fired the gun must have a very close relationship with him, otherwise Uncle Wuzhu would not dare to put his life in the hands of the other party.

This heavy sniper from outside the sky was not in Fan Xian's plan, the exit he originally planned was actually still in the palace, but he didn't expect that people from Northern Qi and Dongyi would come, so that the last gap that used His Majesty's mind was closed, and what was even more terrifying was that he didn't expect that he had comprehended it for a short time, and the very powerful sword qi between his fingers was finally broken by His Majesty's fingers, and his meridians were completely chaotic, like a waste person, and he couldn't approach that exit at all!

But that's fine, at least Hong Zhu doesn't have to take this big risk.

When Fan Xian and his party came out of the square in front of the palace, they still encountered great obstacles, although there was the assassin who could inflict divine punishment on the assassin Cunzài, although the three princes stood at the head of the palace and tried to use their thin shoulders to find a way to survive for Fan Xian, but the emperor's will was early, how could those more than 10,000 soldiers watch these foreign assassins escape.

The specific process of escaping, Fan Xian didn't know, because he fell into a coma again, when he woke up, this group of people had become rabbits who were being chased and killed, they were all some strong people in the world, but the wounded and the dead, there were only five people left, running for their lives in Kyoto, no matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of escaping.

Fan Xian knew that he was a drag at that time, so he left unusually indifferently and strongly, and made an appointment with Haitang and others to meet in the old place, and a disciple of Jianlu paid the price of his life and sent him to the periphery of this mansion, and then Fan Xian took advantage of the chaos to sneak in, and finally found a chance to rest.

Of the four Jianlu Jiupin disciples, one fell in the rain of arrows, and two more died for Fan Xian's survival in the escape afterwards, especially the last sword that slashed more than ten Nanqing masters, and finally died under the crossbow arrows.

Thinking of the light in those eyes, Fan Xian's heart was extremely heavy, he knew that he had more debts than in the past, if he could live this time, he would not be able to hide, he would definitely have to do a lot of things to pay off his debts.

............ Fan Xian pondered while pranayama, there was a dead silence and darkness in the secret room, he was really angry now, and his eyesight was not as good as Pingrì, groping to get the water next to him, but when his fingers just touched the kettle, he froze.

He raised his head and looked silently at the dark walls of the chamber, as if he felt that just beyond this wall, a pair of eyes were also looking at him quietly.

The well-maintained body was coated with a lot of oil, and when the door of the secret room was opened, there was no sound, like a silent pantomime, and a faint light came in from outside the secret room, illuminating the miserable white inside, but the eyes were calm and calm.

Fan looked quietly outside, the faint light making the familiar figure outside the secret room seem dark.

"I thought if you found out, you should break it with a hammer. Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun and said with a smile.

Standing at the back of the rockery, quietly looking at Fan Xian in the secret room, Yan Bingyun's heart was full of mixed feelings, just one glance, he knew that Fan Xian at this time no longer had any ability to resist, he was silent for a moment and then said: "Don't forget jì, after all, I grew up in this garden, although since I was a child, my father strictly forbade me to climb this rockery, but you also know that children are always curious, how can they not climb." ”

"This rockery is so big that when I first entered your house, I thought it was a little weird, and I told your father a few times, but he always didn't believe me. Fan Xian coughed twice, and said with a soft smile: "Sure enough, I can find the problem here, and of course you can find it." ”

Fan Xian is hiding in the rockery of the first-class Chenghai Viscount's Mansion, no matter how stormy it is in Kyoto, but he is hiding in Yan Bingyun's home, who would have thought of this? If Yan Bingyun hadn't come to the city on a whim, he tried to open the room of hide and hide in his childhood, presumably Fan Xian would definitely be able to get through this most tense moment with the help of Yan Ruohai.

"My father didn't know that I knew the secret of this rockery. Yan Bingyun bowed his head slightly and said, "Otherwise, he will definitely choose a more appropriate place for you to hide." ”

"Alright. Fan Xian sighed extremely tiredly and said: "I just said that I am so lucky in my life that I am not like a human being, there should always be a time when I am unlucky, but it turns out that I should be in this rockery." ”

Yan Bingyun was silent for a long time and said, "I told my father before that this is a hospital affair, and you can't talk about personal affairs, especially ...... It's you, my lord, for the sake of my Daqing Dynasty, I can't let you go to Northern Qi. ”

"I'm not going to Northern Qi, I'm just going to travel to the temple, can you discuss?" Fan Xian grinned and asked softly.