At the foot of the imperial city, this slippery bungalow looks inconspicuous, but it is an important place for the door to read the book, from the back corridor to a courtyard, you can directly enter the palace, the most important place, the forbidden army and the guards are extremely guarded, that is, the rebels surrounded the palace back then, and did not think of opening the gap from here, because there are still layers of palace walls in the rear of the Zhongshu Province under the door, and the bungalow is even more murderous.

It has been almost seven years since Chūn left Lanzhou in the fourth year of Qingli, and in addition to staying in Jiangnan intermittently for two years, most of Fan Xian's time in the second life, the time when he really remembered the tension in his heart, was in Kyoto. His life experience is different from that of the vast majority of people in Zhu Qingguo, he has entered the palace too many times, and he is as easy as going home, whether it is the identity of the inspector or the identity of the emperor's illegitimate son, it makes the palace ban not exist for him.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Fan Xian walked to the bungalow under the palace like a walk, although the New Year had just passed, but the middle book under the door was still busy, and the officials who came to discuss the affairs of various ministries, in the periphery, no one noticed a figure with a black cloth umbrella in the snow. And when he entered the inner enclosure, the guards of the forbidden army who were in charge of the inspection became stupid under Fan Xian's gentle smile, and watched him walk in in a daze.

Fan Xian came too naturally, too naturally, all the guards of the forbidden army were familiar with the young man's entry and exit from the palace, and he didn't react for a while, so he let him pass through the layers of guards and came directly to the big room under the door.

There are two hot kang in the big room, which are covered with several layers of things, piled up everywhere with the concerts from all over the world and the will prepared by His Majesty, the ink table and paper are piled up on the table, the center of the Daqing Imperial Court, the office conditions do not look good, a few errand bachelors and some scribes and officials are busy, until Fan Xian put down the black umbrella with snow and water.

There was silence in the big room under the door, and everyone looked at Fan Xian in a daze, not knowing why this big man who was severely punished by His Majesty suddenly appeared here today.

When Fan Xian walked in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, there were changes in various restaurants and yamen in Kyoto, but the timing of this sniper operation was extremely accurate, and when Fan Xian walked into the middle school room under the door, the flames of revenge in all directions of Kyoto had just begun to burn, and the news had not reached the palace.

For Fan Xian's sudden arrival, the first reaction was the nearest to the door, greedy for the bright skylight of the Pan Ling scholar, this old bachelor opened those eyes that were a little old, looked at Fan Xian coughed and said, "Why are you here?"

Since childhood, Fan Xian has learned the words of Pan University, and also earned the first silver in his life by relying on the newspaper edited by Pan University, although he has not dealt with him twice in Kyoto, but Fan Xian always respects the old man, and responded with a smile: "Your Majesty summoned me to enter the palace in the afternoon, and just walked to the entrance of the Imperial City Cave, and suddenly it snowed, thinking that it was not interesting to stand in the snow all the time, so I came here to see all my lords." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the big house remembered that today His Majesty did have a will to summon Fan Xian into the palace, and they put their minds at ease, and they each stepped forward to salute with a gentle smile. The Zhongshu under the door is different from the officials of the yamen below, the most particular thing is to be with the light and dust, powerful but not angry, especially they are the officials closest to His Majesty, naturally they know the true status of Fan Xian in the imperial court, and no one dares to slack off.

He Zongwei was the last to stand up and walked over, his expression was calm with a hint of self-control, as soon as he came forward, the entire big house in Zhongshu Province under the door was suddenly quiet, that is, even the scholar of Pan Ling University coughed twice and left with his body bent.

Everyone knows that Master He is now leading His Majesty's will, desperately fighting against the poor forces left by Lord Xiao Fan, and everyone knows that in these years, Lord Xiao Fan and Master He have never lived in harmony, not once. And now the situation has already changed, Scholar He is so red that he is purple, and his status in the province of Zhongshu is faintly overpowering Scholar Hu, facing Fan Xian who is now in a predicament, what will he say and do?

"Long time no see. He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian gently and said, "The hour has not yet come, sit down and drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body, so as not to stay in the imperial study for a while and stand dry for a long time." ”

These words are very gentle, very sincere, very breezy and moving, and the kind of concern that comes from the depths of the sentence is something that anyone can hear. He Zongwei's appearance at this time seemed to give people the feeling that there had never been any problems between these two most famous young magnates in the Nanqing court.

But the truly intelligent must have heard something else, this is the tolerance of the victor to the loser, this is a condescending concern.

The corners of Fan Xian's lips twitched slightly, as if he was smiling, and then slowly raised his head, looked at the dark-skinned bachelor in front of him, and after a pause, said calmly: "I came here today to say a few words to you." yes, my hour is not yet come...... Your hour has come. ”

No one can understand this sentence, it is He Zongwei himself, and he did not hear the yīn cold background sound in this sentence, he was slightly stunned, frowned and looked at Fan Xian, as if he wanted to say something, but unexpectedly heard a noisy sound from outside the big house of Zhongshu Province under the door, and the chaotic noise was mixed with a few irrepressible exclamations.

"What kind of system is it to be so flustered!" He Zongwei's face sank slightly, looking at the official who rushed to the door, and reprimanded slightly angrily.

"My lord, Vice Secretary Cheng of Dali Temple and Guo Zheng, the new Imperial History of the Left Capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, were killed on the street!" the official said in horror the news that had come from outside.

Hearing this news, the entire big house suddenly became like an explosion, and the exclamation was loud, the official of the Zhongshu under the door managed the Daqing Imperial Court for His Majesty, when had you ever heard of the assassination of such a level of imperial court officials on the street!

He Zongwei's body stiffened, the deputy secretary of Dali Temple and the imperial history Guo Zheng were all his cronies, especially Guo Zheng, who had always regarded the Fan Department as his confidant and enemy, and did a lot of great things for him in Jiangnan, and made great contributions for His Majesty, so he was transferred back to Kyoto by looking for an opportunity, and just returned to Kyoto...... Just dead?

A hint of paleness flashed on his dark face, and he quickly returned to normal, raised his head suddenly, staring at Fan Xian's handsome face, his eyes narrowed, and the cold light was great.

Without waiting for He Zongwei to speak, Fan Xian lowered his eyes lightly, and said softly in a voice of amazement: "Hubu Shangshu is also dead, and two waiters have died, here is the list I have drawn up, you can see if there is anything missing." ”

After Fan Xian said this, he took out a thin note from his arms and handed it over. He Zongwei's hands couldn't help but tremble, and with a cursory sweep of the note, he saw the names and positions of more than a dozen officials, all of which ...... It's all his cronies and officials!

When Fan Xian handed the list to Scholar He, the entire big house in the Zhongshu Province suddenly fell silent, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Fan Xian casually wiped his sideburns, inserted the thin needle between his fingers back into his hair, and said calmly: "I don't want to kill innocent officials indiscriminately, so please confirm, if these are your people, then I will rest assured." ”

The note full of names fell to the ground, and the room was quiet, and by this time, everyone knew that the blood in Kyoto today was made by this little Fan in front of him, but I don't know if what he said is true, could it be that those court officials are all dead today?

He Zongwei knew Fan Xian as a person, so he knew that what Fan Xian said was not a lie, and the names on the paper must have turned into a wisp of resentment at this moment. He raised his head, his eyes burned with resentful fire, staring at Fan Xian deadly, he didn't know why Fan Xian did this, didn't he know that doing this was a dead end? At this moment, He Zongwei actually felt a little faint pride, and he actually forced Fan Xian to the road of breaking the net.

"Why...... Catch this murderer!" Why did the three words come out painfully, everyone thought that He Zongwei was going to angrily reprimand Fan Xian's inhuman evil deeds in front of all the officials, no one expected that halfway through the words, He Zongwei shouted loudly, and his people hid behind the officials as fast as they could.

He Zongwei still knows Fan Xian best, since the other party has disregarded life and death and killed all sides in Kyoto, he naturally has the idea of fighting to the death, seeing that the other party made a special trip to the door to put an umbrella in the middle book before entering the palace, naturally he not only wants to use the names of these dead people to ridicule and hit himself, but to ...... Come and kill yourself!

Until this time, no one believed that Fan Xian dared to kill people under the roots of the imperial city, in the solemn location of the center of Qingguo, but He Zongwei believed that he knew that the vicious young magnate in front of him would dare to do anything once he went crazy, so he ignored the dignity of the ministers, shouting in horror for the protection of the forbidden army, while desperately fleeing to the rear of the ministers.

Fan Xian didn't chase him, just watched his movements with a kind of pity and shameful eyes, and after looking at everyone, the pale face.

After all, it was the Zhongshu in front of the palace, and long before He Zongwei shouted, the forbidden army and the Ouchi guards had already noticed the movement here, and once they found out that something was wrong, more than a dozen guards and three generals of the forbidden army had already rushed into the big house of the Zhongshu Province under the door, pulled out the saber at his waist, and surrounded Fan Xian.

No matter how powerful Fan Xian was, it would be impossible to kill the encirclement of these inner court guards in an instant. Looking at this scene, everyone was relieved, and He Zongwei's face behind the crowd was also slightly better-looking, the pale sè was gone, but there were two more traces of ruddy, and he shouted sharply in the rear: "Take down this murderer quickly!"

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, even if everyone knows that the blood in Kyoto today is all dripping out of the order of Lord Fan, but before they find out, who dares to step forward to take down Fan Xian? Especially when Fan Xian did not make the first move, how dare those generals of the forbidden army and the guards of the inner court rush to pounce?

There was a panic at the foot of the imperial city, and the sound of troop mobilization was everywhere, but in an instant, there was an extremely urgent sound outside the big house of Zhongshu Province under the door, and I don't know how many forbidden troops surrounded it, surrounding this big house, and surrounding Fan Xian and these officials who actually controlled the Qingguo Imperial Court in the house.

Fan Xian had a pair of wings inserted at this time, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to fly out, but he didn't seem to want to escape, just quietly looked at He Zongwei behind the crowd, and took a step forward very casually.

I don't know how many officials' courage was shattered by this step, there was an exclamation in the big room, and the dozen or so guards surrounding Fan Xian were forced up.

Fan Xian stopped, looked at He Zongwei not far away from everyone's heads, and said calmly: "Perhaps, as many people say, in fact, you are a capable official, and it is very likely that you will become a generation of famous ministers in history in the future." ”

Then he shook his head and said, "But I won't give you this chance to continue living." Strange to say, I don't know why I hate you so much, this disgust is simply unreasonable...... Your utilitarian heart is too heavy, and you always want to step on others to climb up, and this kind of style is my least favorite. ”

"Even if you don't like it, at most you will be beaten with two fists, but I didn't expect you to devote your life to fighting me. Fan Xian smiled slightly: "It's a pity that this career is not very glorious, but it gives me more reasons to kill you." ”

Fan Xian smiled very gently, but in the eyes of everyone in the room, this smile was very yīnsen, terrifying, and full of murderous intent, but he didn't seem to have the intention of making a move at the moment, so the forbidden soldiers and guards surrounding him didn't dare to move lightly, for fear of provoking the madness of this big man and killing all sides.

When he heard Fan Xian's last words, He Zongwei's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he was about to open his mouth to scold a few words, but unexpectedly, there was a burst of colic in his abdomen, this pain was so real, so tragic, that his face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't say a word.

"You are a villain who is enthusiastic about utilitarianism and climbs up at any cost, you can hide it from Your Majesty, from the officials of the court, and even from all the people in the world, but how can you hide it from me?" Fan Xian's eyes became indifferent, and he said slowly: "How many people's blood has been stained on your seemingly clean hands, and how many people's souls are on your official uniform, you know, I know." ”

"I will kill you today, kill you He officials, but for the way of heaven, but for the side of His Majesty Xià Qingjun. Fan Xian said something that even he didn't believe, looked at He Zongwei's pale face sarcastically, and bullied him that he couldn't say a word at this time.

"I don't understand why you would climb up at any cost and step on the corpses of my subordinates, but I finally figured it out later. It's not because of the natural hostile relationship between the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Supervision Yuan, it's not because I refuse to marry my sister to you, and it's not because Your Majesty has anything to explain to you. ”

Fan Xian sighed pityingly: "This qiē, it turns out that it is just because you are jealous of me, you are not as good as me, you are not as good as me, you are not as good as me, your reputation is not as good as mine, and your power is not as good as mine, no matter how hard you work, no matter how many big black dogs you raise, you will never be able to catch up with me in this life." ”

"You must not accept it, how can I have a good father and a good mother...... But where destiny lies, what do you have to disagree with?"

A few drops of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down from He Zongwei's pale forehead, he stared at those resentful eyes, looked at Fan Xian, and wanted to reprimand something, but he was unable to speak, he was unable to stand up, and sat on the edge of the kang in a dejected manner.

"This is the prison sāo, but the prison of the king is the source of my civil strife in Daqing. Fan Xian stared at He Zongwei, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, and said word by word: "The prison sāo is too strong to prevent broken intestines, and today I will give you a broken intestine." ”

Every word, every sentence was like a knife, piercing He Zongwei's ears, he just didn't want to listen to it, he couldn't do it, he knew that the officials of the He faction would definitely die today, and Fan Xian must have a back hand in secret, he just didn't know why Fan Xian would say so many useless words in front of so many officials.

When an official dies, as long as he is alive and has the grace of His Majesty, he can always rebuild his own strength in the future, but why, after those little knives have entered through the ears, they begin to run around in the abdomen? Why do those knives make themselves feel like cutting their own intestines?

............ As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in this slippery bungalow under the root of the imperial city suddenly became very tense, and all the officials scattered to dodge, dodging the stormy attack of Fan Xian that might follow, while the forbidden soldiers continued to pour in from outside the house, lined up in countless columns, and stopped in front of He Zongwei.

The all-armored forbidden army lined up in a formation, squeezing the big house under the wide door to the extraordinarily cramped, staring nervously at the lonely Fan Xian.

At the moment when the saber was tense and on the verge of eruption, there was an extremely sad and anxious shout from the courtyard where the middle book under the door leaned against the palace wall.

"Don't!"

Covered in snow, the scholar Hu rushed in from the direction of the palace, this morning in Taixue heard Fan Xian's speech, this scholar knew that there was going to be a big incident in Kyoto today, he rushed to the palace in the first time, but there was a delay for a while, only had time to say a few words to His Majesty, and then heard a report from a eunuch, there were major events of the mysterious death of court officials in Kyoto, and then there was a bulletin, saying that Fan Xian had killed the door in the middle of the book!

No one dared to stop Scholar Hu, and at such a tense moment, no one would care about his entry, at most, a few officials from the middle school who were subordinate to the sect saw Scholar Hu rushing to Fan Xian's side, worried that he would be injured by Fan Xian, a madman, and screamed in fear.

Scholar Hu ignored these shouts, hugged Fan Xian from behind, fought for his life, dragged Fan Xian back, and shouted loudly in a panic: "You are crazy!"

These things that happened today, in the eyes of everyone, that poet-like Xiao Fan is obviously crazy, otherwise how could he trample on the dignity of the imperial court so much, and do so many heinous and rebellious things, what happened in Kyoto today is not a rebellion, what else can it be?

Scholar Hu also knew that just the assassination of those officials in Kyoto was enough to anger His Majesty and send Fan Xian into a hell from which he could never recover, but he still desperately held Fan Xian and did not let him do it. In the middle of the door, he killed the scholar of the dynasty, and waited for the blood to be splashed in front of the palace!

Not only in Qingguo, but also in the whole world, there is no outrageous scene that has never appeared!

At this time, the scene was very funny, very funny, but no one laughed, the imperial city was quiet, and everyone watched in horror as Scholar Hu desperately hugged Fan Xian with his old and weak body, but how could he drag it and hold it?

............ Fan Xian suddenly felt a trace of warmth in his cold heart, he smiled, lowered his head and said, "Let it go, it's too late." ”

The body of Scholar Hu behind him stiffened, trembling and letting go of his hand, and he glanced at Fan Xian in disbelief.

At this moment, Scholar He Zongweihe, who had been hiding behind the crowd and sitting on the edge of the kang in horror, suddenly retched twice, and then spit out a lot of black blood in one gulp!

Blood splashed the official uniforms of many officials in front of them, and the black paste was extremely ugly, and there was an exclamation in the room, and several officials hurriedly stepped forward to help He Zongwei, and began to desperately call for the imperial doctor...... He Zongwei's pupils began to dilate, and his hearing began to fade, he couldn't hear what his colleagues around him were shouting, he just clearly felt the pain in his abdomen, and those small knives seemed to have succeeded in cutting his passionate intestines into pieces.

It hurts, it hurts like a broken liver and intestines, He Zongwei knows that he can't do it, he doesn't know when Fan Xian let himself be poisoned, and he didn't notice the small needle eye on the little finger of his right hand, he just felt unwilling, obviously he also has a passion for the world and the court, and he is willing to spill blue blood to clear his name, why did he spit out a pool of black blood in the end?

His blurred gaze searched Fan Xian's indifferent face, and he was in a big prison in his heart, and he was unwilling, as an official, doing things for His Majesty and the imperial court, what was wrong? That is, killing some people and betraying some people? But after a thousand years, don't all the people in the officialdom do this? Didn't you Fan Xian let innocent people die because of you? You don't have to betray anyone, that's because you were born to be the master, but we people are born to be slaves...... He Zongwei wanted to ask Fan Xian angrily, why did you kill me with those inexplicable reasons? You are just a fool who doesn't know the general situation and only does things according to his own likes and dislikes! However, this question was unspeakable after all, and the black blood that kept gushing out of his lips stopped him from speaking and stopped him from breathing.

Just before the imperial doctor rushed over, when the court scholar and the writer of the imperial history, the first celebrity in the Qingguo court in the past three years, He Zongwei was at the foot of the imperial city, in the yatang of Zhongshu Province under the door, vomited blood and broke his intestines in public and died.

............ In this process, Fan Xian has been looking at He Zongwei calmly and indifferently and even coldly, watching him vomit blood, watching him struggle in pain, watching him swallow his breath, the expression on his face is still calm, and there is no trembling. He didn't know that He Zongwei was in prison before his death, and he didn't need to know. The officials who died on the seventh day of the first month of the eleventh year of Qingli, including He Zongwei himself, were actually just some preparatory work.

He Zongwei's death had nothing to do with his likes and dislikes, but for the sake of those who he had to protect, for those who had died in Jiangnan and Xiliang in Kyoto, this official who had been raised by His Majesty to deal with the Fan family had to die.

This is just a part of the calculation as calm as a machine, Fan Xian only needs to confirm the death of this person, and there are not too many sighs in his heart, and it is too late to talk about it until he dies.

Master Hu looked at He Zongwei's corpse in a daze, then turned his head heavily, and looked at Fan Xian's cold face with an angry, disappointed, and dazed expression, and a cold voice squeezed out of his chest and abdomen.

"Take down this murderer. ”

He stood by Fan Xian's side, standing by Fan Xian's side disappointed and angry, and gave an order to arrest and even kill Fan Xian, but he didn't care at all that Fan Xian could let him die with He Zongwei as soon as he stretched out his hand at will.

Fan Xian naturally wouldn't kill him, he looked at Scholar Hu and smiled apologetically.

Just before the forbidden army rushed up, the eunuch Yao, the leader of the inner court, finally rushed to the Zhongshu Province under the door, and shouted in a sharp voice and strong true qi: "Your Majesty has a will, escort the traitor Fan Xian into the palace!"

The will has finally arrived, there is no doubt that this is a will to ask for his life, but the will is to let Fan Xian enter the palace after all, and it is impossible for these officials in the court to see and hear anything about the relationship between the emperor's majesty and his illegitimate son.

There was silence in the big room, and countless pairs of eyes turned to Fan Xian's body. Fan Xian was silent for a moment, looked at Eunuch Yao and asked, "Do you want to tie it up?"

Eunuch Yao was silent and did not say a word. Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh, naturally no one can tie himself up, but His Majesty's will can make his relatives and friends in this world very lightly become a rope that can never be broken free.

"My umbrella is at the door, don't let anyone steal it. ”

After Fan Xian said this, he followed Eunuch Yao to the deep palace, and behind him, the officials were still surrounding He Zongwei's corpse, grieving.