The dignified envoy of the Privy Council of Qingguo, the first person in the military under His Majesty, Marshal Ye personally led the elite soldiers to the Taiping Courtyard, responsible for the bullet pressure and monitoring and control of Fan Xian. I have to say that the Qingguo court and the imperial palace have maintained a high level of respect and vigilance for Fan Xian, and this respect and vigilance are manifested in strength.

Fan Xian's face was haggard and slightly pale, and the traces of some muddy colors were very eye-catching on his handsome face, which should be the imprint of the rain and the smoke and dust of thousands of miles. He looked at Ye Chong's slightly cold gaze on the horse, but the whole person seemed a little indifferent, as if he didn't see Ye Chong himself and these thousands of fully armored cavalry.

People whose strength has reached the level of Fan Xian and Ye Zhong naturally know that on the plains, no matter how powerful the master is, he will not be able to escape the pursuit of thousands of elite cavalry, in addition to having advanced to the realm of the great grandmaster, but this place is still on the outskirts of Kyoto, and the dense forest Qinghe Mansion is still dense, Fan Xianruo really gave up everything in Kyoto, and turned around like a giant bird and fled into the forest, but I am afraid that these thousands of elite soldiers will not be able to catch him for a while.

It's just that His Majesty the Emperor ordered Ye Chong to personally lead the troops to deal with this matter, and naturally thought of this, among the thousands of elite cavalry, there are still many military masters, and the most important thing is Ye Chong, who can confront Fan Xian head-on, this Qingguo is one of the very few strong men who stand above the nine grades.

Fan Xian squinted slightly at Ye Chong on the horse, and suddenly his heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly when he thought of another Tsubaki matter.

In the first three kingdoms of the world, with the number of nine-grade masters, of course, Dongyi City was the most, but Qingguo conquered the world with swords and horses. Masters are also endless, especially the strongest between the seventh and eighth grades, that is, the strong ones who have advanced to the ninth grade, and there are several people in Kyoto at the beginning.

However, all this has become history, and the most seven or eight masters of the Tiger Guard have gathered, because Emperor Qing was wary of Fan Jian, the former head of the household department. And all sacrificed the fierce sword of Dongyi City. And the strong of the military. In the Kyoto rebellion three years ago, there were all dead and wounded, especially before Qin Ye's father and son all died in the palace, plus the old man Hong who died in Dadong Mountain, the main sacrifice and the second sacrifice of Qingmiao died successively......

The top masters of Qingguo are unconsciously decreasing because of His Majesty's scheming and suspiciousness of the emperor, and now there is a huge gap, so that now in order to suppress Fan Xian, a figure on the nine grades, there is no one to send. It is necessary to send Ye Chong, the first person in the military, to come in person.

The little grandfather can still laugh, which is very surprising to Ben Shuai. Ye Zhong had already slowly suppressed the chill in his eyes and said calmly.

"This official is just thinking about a question, if even you and Gong Dian are dead, Your Majesty will ...... What other trustworthy strongmen can there be?" Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice with the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Ye Chong's head trembled slightly, knowing that Fan Xian had seen at a glance the shortcomings in Qingguo's armed forces now, although Qingguo's iron cavalry was still unparalleled in the world. Whether it is the Dingzhou Army, the Yanjing Battalion, or the old subordinates of the Western Army that were scattered on the sides and belonged to His Royal Highness, they are all tiger and wolf divisions on the battlefield, but if we talk about the frontal hedging of small elites under the leadership of the strong. Qingguo can no longer find a master to rely on.

"The strongest in the world are all in my hands. Fan Xian looked at Ye Chong and said slowly: "I don't care what His Majesty's decree was to you before, I only know that if you don't immediately withdraw the scouts and cavalry sent out." There are bound to be a lot of scenes that you don't want to see. ”

The strongest man in the world. It's all in my hands, what a presumptuous statement. The land of the world is not the land of the king. As the most powerful emperor in the world, Emperor Qing should have the allegiance of most of the strong people in the world, but time has changed, whether it is luck or coincidence, Ye Zhong has to admit that most of the truly powerful masters in the world have fallen into the hands of Fan Xiandi.

Although Ye Zhong didn't know the truth about the assassination in the Hanging Temple, the previous scene on the court made him sure that the real masters in the Supervision Academy, such as the mysterious host of the Six Places, the shadow of the younger brother of the legendary Sword Land, must be the first to look at Fan Xian's life.

The most important thing is the thirteen disciples of the Sword Mansion, in addition to Yun Zhilan, who has already served as the city lord of Dongyi City, there are also eleven nine ranks.

"Your Majesty does not have a clear will for the little grandfather. Ye Zhong said in a deep voice: "But those black horsemen and an official who accompanied you out of Beijing...... Violating the laws of Qing and conspiring against them, do you think the court will leave their lives behind, "I want to protect their lives." Fan Xian lowered his head a little tiredly, feeling that it was really a little tiring to negotiate with Ye Chong here, and said slowly: "You are a smart person, you naturally know how to do it, Your Majesty is now angry...... I heard that he was also injured, and I am afraid that the will made at this time is not very wise. ”

"It's very difficult for me to control my emotions, I don't think you want to really drive me crazy, once I go crazy, it won't do you any good to me, to the officials and people of the Daqing Dynasty, or even to the one in the palace. Fan Xian leaned over, shook his head and said: "You know what my bottom line is, starting from the old cripple and going all the way to me, the style of my supervision institute is to protect the shortcomings, that is, not to allow my own people to be hurt." ”

"I understand, but this is a ...... of resistance" Ye Chong quietly looked at the messy hair on Fan Xian's forehead, "I am a courtier of Qingguo, and I have the obligation to arrest and kill all rebel officials who violate the law." ”

"Don't say these useless words. Fan Xian waved his hand a little tiredly, "There is no one else at this time, if you want to ensure the safety of the Dingzhou Army for a thousand years, it is best to make a decision quickly." ”

Ye Zhong and Fan Xian were standing far away in front of the cavalry at this time, no one could hear their conversation, and even Yan Bingyun, who had been following Fan Xian, stood quietly next to the black carriage and did not step forward.

Ye Chong thought silently for a long time, and said: "Even if I let them go at this time, but those black horsemen under your hands have been mentally exhausted to the extreme, whether you let them go to Xiliang to invest in Hongcheng, or go to Dongyi City to invest His Royal Highness, the garrisons of all states and counties along the road ......"

At this point, Ye Chong suddenly paused and sighed in his heart. He knew the inside story well, and naturally knew that the imperial court had arranged it these days, and in the information, it was clear that Fan Xian was far away from Yanjing a few days ago, but who knew that he would rush back to Kyoto today. As soon as he thought of this, this Qingguo military powerhouse couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart, he couldn't understand how Fan Xian flew across the Qianli Guan Mountain. With the hundreds of black horsemen, he rushed back to Kyoto.

"As long as you don't do it yourself. There's no way those state troops can stop my people. Fan Xian said in a low voice: "As long as I am willing to go with you, Your Majesty will not be angry with your release." ”

After Ye Zhong was silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke: "That's right, as long as you are willing to return to Beijing, Your Majesty's anger will be reduced a lot." ”

"Look, isn't this a very simple thing?" Fan Xian said this sentence with an expressionless face, then turned his head and left, and walked directly into the black carriage that Yan Bingyun was carrying. I put down the curtains, closed my eyes, and began to recuperate.

The carriage jerked slightly, and began to move forward in the official road, and thousands of elite cavalry of Qingguo seemed to be escorted and escorted, and slowly moved forward in the direction of Kyoto with the black carriage.

Then he entered the Zhengyang Gate and walked on the quiet and solemn street. Fan Xian, who had been closing his eyes in the carriage, suddenly said, "Are you going to enter the palace?" "No. Ye Zhong rode on the horse, straightened his not very tall body, and replied calmly: "Your Majesty did not give an order, but you are not allowed to leave Beijing." ”

"Very well, then I'll go home. Fan Xian closed his eyes again. Whispering, Yan Bingyun, who was in charge of driving the carriage, turned slightly condensed, pulled the rope, and drove towards Nancheng along the fork in the road at the mouth of Yanshi.

There were some people who secretly followed the black carriage closely, and the cavalry team under Ye Chong also divided a group of people to catch up. And Ye Zhong himself is stationed at the corner of the street. There is no action.

There were already pedestrians on the street, although the scene of the Dharma field on the ground in the autumn rain had already spread among the people. But after all, it was a distant thing, and it didn't really affect the lives of the people, so life in Kyoto returned to normal when an autumn rain stopped.

The passers-by who were walking on the side of the road under the eaves had already been driven to both sides of the street by the sergeants, and they looked at this scene blankly, looking at the black carriages surrounded by the sergeants, and easily guessed the true identity of the big man in the carriage, and for a while their eyes flashed with nervousness, excitement, puzzlement, and worry.

Ye Chong stood on his horse, watching the black carriage slowly drive away in the direction of Nancheng with an indifferent face, and felt extremely heavy in his heart. It stands to reason that the will to capture Fan Xian back to Kyoto and strictly prohibit this person from leaving Beijing has been done, but his mood is still not easy, on the one hand, under Fan Xian's naked and calm threat, he had to give up the pursuit of those black horsemen who crisscrossed the fertile fields of Qingguo and those officials of the Supervision Yuan who dared to resist His Majesty's will, after staying in the palace for a while, he didn't know what kind of fierce anger His Majesty would usher in, and the coldest, hard, and heavy stone in his heart was the demeanor that Fan Xian showed along the way.

Ye Zhong knew that it was not he who captured Fan Xian back to Kyoto, but Fan Xian who followed him back to Kyoto. What chilled him was that Fan Xian had no intention of entering the palace to meet His Majesty at all, whether Fan Xian was angrily accusing His Majesty or explaining something to His Majesty, it was actually more comforting than Fan Xian's indifference at this time.

That kind of indifference actually implies anger against His Majesty, and a suppressed chill, as well as that kind of disregard for imperial power. Ye Zhong didn't know why Fan Xian had the courage to do this, but he knew one thing that the cold war between His Majesty and Fan Xian had only just begun from this moment.

His Majesty, who is healing, may be waiting in the palace for his illegitimate son to enter the palace at the moment to explain something and roar something, but Fan Xian ...... But let His Majesty's hopes and predictions all fall into the void.

Ye Zhong slowly lowered his head, thinking of Fan Xian's calm and powerful words outside the Taiping Courtyard before, he couldn't help but shake his head gloomily. He was forced to give in under Fan Xian's indifferent persecution, which proved that Fan Xian already had the strength to confront the Qingguo army, and this strength undoubtedly made the relationship between His Majesty and Fan Xian have a lot more variables Ye Zhong can even guess the thoughts of His Majesty and Fan Xian, His Majesty will never take the initiative to let Fan Xian enter the palace, he will wait for Fan Xian to take the initiative to enter the palace, but Fan Xian will never take the initiative to enter the palace, he has to wait for the man on the dragon chair to speak first.

This is the so-called attitude, the mind. The contest of wills is based on the comparison of the strengths of the two sides, and more importantly, the extremely strong and cold hearts of both sides, who beats first.

Ye Zhong took a deep breath, the expression on his face returned to solemnity and calm, and he clamped the horse's belly, ready to enter the palace to resume his life. About this war between father and son. It's not that he, as a courtier, can intervene, the reason why the Dingzhou Army intervened back then was because His Majesty had a will, and it was obvious that His Majesty's attitude towards Fan Xian, the illegitimate son, was completely different from those sons in other places.

As the head of the Qingguo military, Ji Ye Chong only hopes that this war can end peacefully. Or...... It ends as quickly as possible, and doesn't always be cold and unsettling like the autumn rain of these two days.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Fan Mansion in Nancheng, and the street was quiet, and the two rain-soaked stone lions at the gate of the mansion stared at the people walking around with wide eyes, angry and uneasy. The closed gate immediately opened, and several guards with knives poured out and stood under the carriage.

Fan Xian stepped out of the carriage. didn't glance at Yan Bingyun on the wall, just glanced at the surrounding environment lightly, and easily saw that there were many dark tips staring, probably all of them should be people sent by the palace, nothing more than the people raised by the Thirteen Yamen or Dali Temple.

And the agents of the Supervision Institute on the street corner farther away are still there. The corners of Fan Xian's lips flashed with a gentle smile, in terms of surveillance, the entire imperial court combined, it is not necessarily the opponent of the supervision courtyard, judging by the appearance. Those spies in their own hands. It is still in his own hands, and has not yet been grasped by the emperor.

He walked up the steps. Yan Bingyun sat on the wall and sighed, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a word.

"I probably won't be able to take care of that yard for long. Fan Xian didn't look back, half of his arm was supported by a daughter-in-law, tired and said with a hint of self-deprecation: "Originally, I didn't care for too long, but I hope you don't make the mistakes you made before...... Short-guarding. ”

"It is estimated that many people have already been imprisoned, and it is impossible for these old guys to continue to stay in the position of the Eighth Division in the future. His back straightened slowly, "The official position is taken captive, but you have to ensure that they can live, if even they are dead, no matter how you maintain this broken courtyard, it will be meaningless, understand?"

Yan Bingyun was silent for a moment, then nodded, not caring if Fan Xian could see it or not. Fan Xian sighed, and stepped into the high threshold of Fan's mansion with the support of his daughter-in-law.

As soon as he entered Fan's mansion, a familiar aura came to his face, enveloping Fan Xian's tired body in it, making him sleepy, which is probably the effect of the so-called family. However, Fan Xian forcibly stood up straight, walked on the stone path, and even left the daughter-in-law to support him.

There are dark tsubakis buried around the house, and there are guards walking solemnly, everything is in order, and the intention of killing is full. This is the tradition of the Fan Mansion, no matter how stormy it is outside, but there is always no big hole inside, the Fan Mansion was fully prepared when the Kyoto Rebellion was three years ago, and today the Fan Mansion is ready again.

This tradition has been in place since my father's time, and no matter how chaotic Kyoto may become, it will take at least hundreds of soldiers to storm the Van Mansion to drag it into the water. Fan Xian watched all this with satisfaction, knowing that Wan'er was extremely well prepared, so he also had to maintain his strength, so that everyone in the Fan Mansion who took him as the backbone knew that their young master had not yet fallen.

Walking through the flower garden and coming to the back garden, I saw the gentle woman at the door of the flower hall, Fan Xian looked at her and smiled very reluctantly, and said, "I'm back." ”

Lin Wan'er's eyes gradually misted, but she forcibly suppressed it, she had just come back from the palace, took a few steps forward, grabbed Fan Xian's cold hand, and said with a sweet smile: "It's good to come back, let's sleep first, I haven't slept for a few days." ”

"I didn't close my eyes for six days, and I didn't think I would survive. Fan Xian's heart ached, he smiled reluctantly, put the weight of his body on his wife's shoulder, walked towards the bedroom, and said warmly while walking: "I must have suffered you in the past two days." ”

"It's not bitter. Lin Wan'er helped him into the bedroom, but found that there were some blood stains on his palms, and his heart was slightly gloomy, but he didn't dare to say anything, just let him sit on the edge of the bed, and then ordered his servants to quickly bring hot water, washed his face for him, and put the brass basin for washing his feet at his feet.

Lin Wan'er sat on a small stool and took off her shoes and socks for him, only to find that the hard work of the past few days, although it was horseback riding, had also made Fan Xian's feet and shoes seem to be connected together, especially on the center of the horse's foot, there was a deep blood mark.

Lin Wan'er's heart was sour, and she carefully put Fan Xian's feet into the hot water basin. Fan Xian sighed, but he didn't know if he was too comfortable or too sad.

"The courtyard was full of people, and there was no way to get in. Lin Wan'er lowered her head, and said softly while gently touching her feet, the courtyard in this sentence naturally refers to the square and gloomy building of the Supervision Yuan.

"When I was out of Beijing earlier, a somewhat bold guy followed me out of the city. Fan Xian looked at the top of his wife's head, and said with a gentle smile: "I know it's your wind, I've already arranged for them to go, don't worry, as for the courtyard, at least for now, of course Your Majesty won't allow me to contact you." ”

Lin Wan'er's hand stiffened slightly, on the one hand, she was worried about Fan Xian, on the other hand, she was thinking about whether to say that matter, and after a while, she lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "My sister entered the palace yesterday to heal His Majesty's injuries, and she has been ...... Didn't come back. ”

"Normal. Fan Xian had already heard the news from Yan Bingyun's mouth, and said calmly: "Your Majesty has always grasped people seven inches tightly, only the old cripple has no seven inches to be caught by him, so in the end it became like today." ”

Speaking of Chen Pingping, Fan Xian's face darkened. In fact, Chen Pingping's only seven inches in her life is Fan Xian, but this old cripple still divided Fan Xian in such a dead situation, so that His Majesty had nothing to grasp, and only finally entered a deadlock.

After saying this, Fan Xian fell asleep, his feet were in the basin, his head was lowered to his chest, and he fell asleep deeply.

Lin Wan'er gently stopped the movements of her hand, looking at the haggard and sad face, somehow sadness came from it, and a few tears rolled down. She looked at Fan Xian, thinking to herself, when did the bright young man become so pitiful?Night, when he woke up leisurely, he found that it was already dusk again, and the faint twilight came in through the window, casting a strange halo on everything familiar in the room.

Wan'er's voice came faintly outside the window, as if she was telling her people to do something. Fan Xian didn't want to alarm her, he still lay quietly in the warm thin quilt, not wanting to get up, maybe he knew that once he came out of this soft quilt, he would have to face what had happened and what was about to happen.

He turned his eyes slightly, saw a towel on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled it over, gently wiped the dirt from the corner of his eyes, and then looked at his body, and found that his body was refreshing, and it seemed that when he was asleep, Wan'er wiped his body for himself.

It was such two simple actions, but it caused him to be sore and unbearable, this thousands of miles of running, strong fighting, and deep grief in the bone marrow, really made him extremely weak, and it was definitely not a simple sleep that could be raised.

Fan Xian lay quietly on the bed, slowly urging the two true qi in his body, especially the natural method of Tianyi, recovering his vitality, looking directly at the top of the house embroidered with intricate ornaments, secretly thinking about the man in the palace, what was he thinking at this time?