In the spring, I plant a lot of corn, and I can harvest a lot in the autumn? Perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is a matter of course for many people to plant melons and get melons, and beans to be fruitful. However, after Fan Xian came to Kyoto from Shanzhou, he worked for the Daqing court a lot of times, and worked for the people a lot, although he was not a person of great benevolence and righteousness, but automatically or consciously planted a lot of blessing roots, but unfortunately in the autumn of the tenth year of Qingli, no good fortune was born.

All the official positions were taken away, all the power was taken away, all the relatives who cared about became hostages in disguise, he became a white body, and became a rich idler who could only listen to small songs in Kyoto and visit the Baoyue Tower.

No one has reported any grievances for him, no one dares to plead with His Majesty on his behalf, and all the officials and citizens just watched this scene very calmly, and even looked a little calm.

Does Fan Xian have this kind of spiritual level? No one knows, but in the eyes of the people, Xiao Fan is ...... No, little grandfather, no, Fan Xianda has played the role of this rich idler perfectly since autumn, Cheng Tianjie is just strolling around the streets and alleys of Kyoto, soaking in the Baoyue Building, teasing the children in the house, gossiping with the women at home, and reading the new novels published by the Bookstore.

The Xiangbo Medical Hall opposite the door of the bookstore is still open, and the doctors of the Tai Hospital are practicing medicine in place of Fan Ruoruo, I don't know if this is the condition that the snowy woman in the palace put forward to His Majesty. Anyway, Miss Fan has been staying in the deep palace, and Fan Xian can't go into the palace to see, so he has to change his original thoughts. Ask your wife to come to the palace many times to see it.

In this way, more than a month passed peacefully, and the silence of Fan's Mansion was about to be forgotten by the people of Kyoto, and Fan Xian was silent and almost disappeared from people's conversations.

However, there is one place where there is no way to forget Fan Xian, and that is Taixue. Because although His Majesty's will took away all of Fan Xian's official positions, he threw away an idle position of Taixue and teaching. It started about 20 days ago, perhaps because it was too boring to be a rich idler in the house. Fan Xian finally earned his way from Gentle Township and began to attend classes in Taixue.

The ancient tree is as quiet as ever. The news of Fan Xian's arrival in Taixue class aroused those Tai students, and in the open space in front of the Qingxin Pool, hundreds of people could often be seen gathering together. Listen with relish.

Fan Xiandi used to give lectures to these students at the stone steps in front of the Qingxin Pond. Because there were too many students who came to listen to his class, Taixue couldn't arrange it, so he had to listen to his nonsense advice and put the class between heaven and earth. Some people can't help but think that maybe Fan Xian just wants to take advantage of the continuous autumn rain to be able to spend less time.

The content of the class is actually very simple, mainly Mr. Mo Han, the great Confucian of the Northern Qi Dynasty, who compiled the sub-history scriptures with his life's work, and Nan Qingtai spent several years of hard work. With the strong support of the Tranbo Bookstore, Fan Xian is also familiar with these books, and there is no need for stage fright when talking about the above allusions.

Of course. Fan Xian's lectures are different. Basically, every time, he arranged for a few teachers to talk in front of the Qingxin Pool, and in the end, he went into battle in person. Debated with those students at the bottom of the stairs, as for the content of the debate, because it was a bit disrespectful, it didn't spread to the outside of Taixue.

Although Fan Xian is nothing now, at least in Taixue, in the hearts of these young students, he is still a great figure, at least a somewhat privileged figure.

On this day, the autumn was crisp, it was the autumn mood, Fan Xian lazily ended the day's classes, and didn't bother to pay attention to the blushing-necked student's unyielding verbal offensive, clapped his hands, walked down the stone steps, and said: "I told you a long time ago, I can basically just memorize the subset of scriptures and history, but I can't tell me what you want me to say." Although I understand the truth that a teacher must be famous, how can there be such a thing as a righteous war in the world? It is nothing more than an excuse. ”

"My Daqing Xiongshi sword points to the world, naturally to relieve the people from ......hanging upside down," the student took more than a dozen good classmates and chased after Fan Xian's buttocks, saying something very unconvinced.

Today's topic talks about the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, in more plain words, that is, the two sides are analyzing the justice of the war, but this issue is the most unclear for Fan Xian, and he also thinks that there are few people in the world who can explain clearly.

Fan Xian got into the carriage and left Taixue, no longer paying attention to the students who were still indignant behind him. The carriage walked on the streets of Kyoto for a while, then escaped from the bustle of Taixue's quiet, and returned to the autumn scene, he subconsciously opened the curtains, and looked at the street scene outside the car with a smile, but he couldn't hide the melancholy between his eyebrows.

has been a rich idler for a month, this is just a superficial phenomenon, I just want to make a phenomenon for the court and the palace. In Fan Xian's heart, there has always been a flame that is completely opposite to his apparent calm and happiness, but this flame is extremely suppressed by him.

And he was forced to suppress it, because the current situation still didn't let him see any opportunity to take advantage of. Since returning to Kyoto, Fan Xian has never returned to the Supervision Yuan, especially after banishing all the members of the Qi Nian team from Beijing, it has become extremely difficult to even contact one place. But this does not mean that Fan Xian has no other sources of intelligence, he knows very well that in just one month, Emperor Lao Tzu has successfully suppressed most of the uncertain factors in the Supervision Yuan with the strong assistance of Yan Bingyun, and the work of blood exchange is also being carried out in an orderly manner, just to see which day, can it be truly cleaned.

And the news from Jiangnan is not very good. All these signs are the source of Fan Xian's worries, he finds that he still underestimates the control and power of the imperial power in a feudal society, even if Chen Pingping and his grandfather have painstakingly operated the Supervision Yuan for decades, and now under the coercion of the imperial power, they are also developing in the direction of submission.

Fan Xian frowned, in fact, regarding the problem between him and Emperor Lao Tzu, it seemed that he was in the Supervision Yuan. It seems to be in the inner library, it seems to be in Kyoto, but in fact it is in the world. All the officials of the Diqingguo court, the folk Homo sapiens, and even the scholars Hu and Yan Bingyun, they did not understand this. So I don't understand why His Majesty the Emperor would dispose of Fan Xian like this, except for all the official positions and powers of Fan Xian. But it also made Fan Xian live in Kyoto so chicly, and still retained his secret influence.

Fan Xian's current state is neither dead nor alive, only he and Emperor Lao Tzu understand the reason for this state.

If it was just against Fan Xian alone, His Majesty the Emperor would be much stronger than him. There's no need to blow a blow at all. can knock Fan Xian into the dust and step on it again, so that he will never be able to turn over. But the problem is that outside Kyoto, even outside the borders of Qingguo, Fan Xian's influence in the shadows is terrifyingly strong, and this level of strength is impossible to underestimate even with the confidence and pride of His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor let Fan Xian stay in Kyoto without dying, and then slowly and steadily cut Fan Xian's influence outside Kyoto, and at the same time be sure to cut off Fan Xian's invisible hands that stretched out outside the country.

This is a process in which quantitative change leads to qualitative change. If Lin Lei does not eliminate these influences of Fan Xian to the risk that the Qingguo court can bear, His Majesty the Emperor will not really kill him, because even if Fan Xian dies, if Dongyi and Xiliang really mess up, His Majesty the Emperor does not want to see this scene.

And if His Majesty the Emperor can really control these problems perfectly. So Fan Xian is dead or alive. What's the matter?

The carriage arrived at Baoyue Tower very familiarly, and Fan Xian got out of the carriage. Putting his hands behind his back, he entered the building, and walked directly towards the courtyard by the thin lake behind him, without looking at the figure at the corner of the street behind him.

The person who was watching Fan Xian was an ascetic, and no one knew how many ascetics were watching him in the dark. The problem is that ascetics can't get close to women, and Fan Xian enters the Baoyue Tower, and they can't follow either.

Passing through the cool lake breeze, Fan Xian walked into the small courtyard reserved for himself, looked at the brothel owner in front of him who was becoming more and more charming and more beautiful, and said with a smile: "What new tunes are there to listen to today?"

Shi Qing'er covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "Young Master doesn't write poetry now, where can I listen to your ears with good songs?"

It has been several years since Fan Xian raided the building that year, but the woman named Shi Qing'er did not show some old age. Fan Xian squinted at her, smiled, and didn't say anything more.

In fact, there is no need to stare at the eyes of the inner court, everyone in Kyoto knows that today's Xiao Fan has already become a semi-wasted rich idler, and the biggest fun on weekdays is to find the girl in the Baoyue Building.

Rich idler, Fan Xian really deserves this reputation, although now there is no official power in his body, but he is still rich, no one knows how much gold and silver is hidden in the Fan Mansion, but at least on the surface, the Fan Mansion industry in the middle of the Baoyue Building, has already been with the strength of the Qingguo country, under the escort of the Supervision Yuan over the years, the whale swallowed the vast majority of the world's top buildings, under the rules and regulations formulated by those Fan Xian, the Baoyue Building has been opened all over the world, if it has been unified in the Qinglou industry, it is not an exaggeration.

The nominal proprietors of Baoyue Tower, Shi Xianli and Sang Wen, are still developing their careers in Dongyi City, and have extended their hands to the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Of course, people know that behind them stands Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was lying on the soft couch, comfortably receiving the massage of the two girls, his eyes were closed, but his brain was running rapidly. Baoyue Tower is an industry after all, and the imperial court is not too much of a bastard, and the palace doesn't want to cut all the faces of Fan Mansion, so Fan Xian was left with such a comfortable nest, and the most comforting thing for him is that it is obvious that people in this era still underestimate the effectiveness that Qinglou can play in intelligence after all.

A few years ago, Fan Sizhen and the Third Prince, the two boys, were lawless and made a lot of trouble, but now they have become one of Fan Xian's hole cards. "Su Wenmao was dismissed, what excuse did the imperial court use?" After the courtyard was quiet, Fan Xian asked with his eyes lowered. Su Wenmao, as Fan Xian's direct confidant, and as an official of the imperial court, could not leave his post without permission, so he had to wait for the imperial court to make a move. Not so long ago. The will went directly to the three major squares in northern Fujian and took Su Wenmaoyi back to Beijing, which was originally a very secret matter, but because of the existence of Baoyue Tower, Fan Xian knew about it earlier than most people in Kyoto.

Because he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Fan Xian was not surprised or angry. He just thought worriedly that the Qi Nian group had sent people from northern Fujian. Did you explain it clearly to Su Wenmao? He believed that Su Wenmao, the cheerful No. 2 man, would not be stupid to confront the imperial court head-on, but he was worried that time was too short, and Su Wenmao had no way to arrange enough hands and feet in the inner curry.

Neiku is Fan Xian's second root. The Inner Treasury Transit Division has been fully taken over by His Majesty. But Fan Xian will not let this root be cut off directly by the palace, and if he wants to cut it, it must be cut by Fan Xian, and if he cuts it off, it will make the Qingguo government and the opposition hurt into the bone marrow.

As soon as he thought of this, thinking of the ten villages in the north of Dongyi City that were heavily guarded, thinking of the three major squares and the inner library process in the palace, as well as the one in his mind, Fan Xian's lips flashed a smile, but the hands in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists.

On the side of Xiliang Road, Deng Ziyue successfully escaped from the secret net of the imperial court. It's just that I don't know where I'm hiding right now, but since there is no news of Deng Ziyue's death in the intelligence, Fan Xian feels extremely comforted, but the four members over there must be a leaderless situation now. I don't know if I can resist the pressure of the Kyoto Main Hospital of the Public Prosecutor's Yuan. Hong Yiqing was instructed to go into the grassland to find the man first, and then come back to contact the forces in Dingzhou Qingzhou City. Hopefully everything will be in time......

"Gong Dian has arrived in Dingzhou. Shi Qing'er lowered her eyebrows and said.

Fan Xian was silent, he really didn't expect that Emperor Laozi's reaction would be so fast, and he would directly transfer the commander of the forbidden army to Dingzhou to suppress the suppression, although Li Hongcheng has led the army in Dingzhou for several years, but after all, the foundation is still shallow, and Gong Dian is an old man from the Dingzhou army, and his qualifications are here, Hongcheng is only afraid that he will not be able to resist, and he may only be forced to recall to Kyoto.

If you want to find a way for Hongcheng to stay in Dingzhou and control the part of the military that belongs to him, you must let Xiliang preemptively mess up.

Fan Xian frowned tightly, finding that everything had already been out of his control, and he only hoped that the first batch of people sent to the grassland could quickly contact Hu Ge, so that those Hu people on the grassland could take the lead in launching a wave of offensive against the time of day and in this early winter season.

Things are too chaotic and complicated, how can Fan Xian really be idle? He glanced at Shi Qing'er helplessly and asked, "How is the investigation of the bribery case of the Ministry of Industry?"

"Lord Yang......" Shi Qing'er glanced at him worriedly and said, "The case has been decided yesterday, and Dali Temple will issue a clear judgment paper this afternoon."

Although she was the second prince back then, but under the coercion of Fan Xiandi over the years, she had long been unable to give birth to two hearts, not to mention that as a woman from a Qinglou background, she knew that the young man in front of her was actually a little different from all the powerful people in Kyoto, she wanted to become the second Sang Wen, but she didn't want to be the second Yuan Meng, so seeing that Lord Xiao Fan's right-hand man was torn off by the blood of the court one by one, she couldn't help but feel a little frightened and afraid.

Fan Xian glanced at the sky on the lake, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's afternoon, then I'll pick him up." ”

In the case of Yang Wanli, a member of the Hedu Division of the Ministry of Industry, it took only a dozen days to get the case paper from the Criminal Department to Dali Temple, and the efficiency of this kind of work is amazing enough in the history of Qingguo. People who don't know the inside story are afraid that they still think that His Majesty's will to clean up the government has suddenly become a real sword and a real gun in the tenth year of Qingguo.

And the real officialdom people watching this scene can't help but feel a little embarrassed and cold, because they all know what kind of person Yang Wanli is, this is a capable official who has been on the embankment of the river for two years.

Yang Wanli is one of the four sons of Fan Men, the silver raised privately by Xiao Fan was like flowing water through the hands of the Governor of the River Governor Yamen into the embankment, all through his hands, if he really wants to be greedy for silver, how can it be the thousands of taels of snowflakes and silver mentioned in the crime...... I don't eat the fatty meat, but I want to eat those bribes in the yamen of the Ministry of Industry?

What's more, all the officials knew that the Fan Men was extremely strict and very lenient, not to mention the supervision Yuan, which was several times that of the court officials, and said that the three adults who served in various places in Qingguo were actually supported by the Fan Mansion every year, with only a few thousand taels of silver. It's not a difficult thing, everyone knows that Fan Fu is the world's premier God of Wealth, how can Yang Wanli be corrupt?

But it is precisely because of these that the officials know better that Yang Wanli's trial is nothing more than the meaning of the palace. Under the single-hand arrangement of his subordinate scholar Zhongshuhe, the trial procedure proceeded extremely quickly. Today, Dali Temple will announce the verdict. According to some inside information, if it weren't for Scholar Hu who really pitied Yang Wanli for being talented and innocent, and forcibly intervened, I was afraid that Lord Yang would end up even worse.

Fan Xian stood alone in front of the yamen of Dali Temple. Alone. Waiting for the result of the verdict inside, the officials outside the Dali Temple and the Yatang had already recognized his identity, and they were frightened, and they had already passed the news to the adults inside, but they had to stop in front of Fan Xian tremblingly.

Fortunately, Fan Xian didn't get mad, he just waited for Yang Wanli to come out in silence. The closest yamen to Dali Temple is the Supervision Yuan, and when the little rabbit cubs found that the dean was here, they couldn't help but stand out of the yamen and watched this scene with excitement.

One is Fan Xiandi's nest. The rectification of that year really produced a group of loyal subordinates, otherwise there would be a big uproar in the court that day, and there would not be a large number of officials in one place escorting him out of the city. Now although Mu Tie has already been kicked out of the Supervision Yuan, these officials still regard Fan Xian as the dean, and refuse to accept the character named Yan Bingyun at all. It's just that the Qinglu Yuan has strict rules. These officials could only look at the lonely Fan Xian from a distance as a moral support.

Fan Xian didn't look back at those kids. Still looking at the yamen of Dali Temple, there was a smile of comfort on his face.

A mighty sound sounded in the yamen, and it didn't take long for the former official lawyer of the Supervision Yuan, Song Shiren, a wealthy man in Kyoto, to walk out of the yamen of Dali Temple in silence, with no joy on his face, but some gloom.

Fan Xian was robbed of the post of president of the Supervision Yuan, and Song Shiren, a supernumerary person, did not want to stay in the Supervision Yuan anymore, but found Fan Xian directly. Fan Xian didn't expect that this rich mouth would have such a grateful side, and he was a little surprised, so he naturally placed him down, just as the imperial court began to clean up the Fan family, for the sake of the face of the Celestial Empire, he naturally couldn't engage in spy methods...... Everything must respect Qinglu, so Fan Xian sent him out, at least to seek a relatively fair ending for his subordinates.

Looking at Song Shiren's expression, Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "I can't enter the yamen now, so I ask you...... We've all seen the case, and there's no reason why we can't win. ”

"I knew that it was the evidence of witnesses arranged by the imperial court, but no one could do anything. Song Shiren sighed, looked at Fan Xian and said, "When the adults were in Jiangnan to rectify the Ming family, didn't they also use this method?"

Fan Xiandi's heart trembled slightly, and his voice was pressed into a cold line and said sharply: "I don't expect to exonerate Wanli, but what I said about winning the battle, at least ...... I've got to see people at this point!"

"Three years in prison. Song Shiren hung his head and said dejectedly, now doing things for Lord Xiao Fan, if he is fighting against the entire court with his own strength, this lawsuit will be lost.

"Where is the saying that there is a prisoner?" Fan Xian scolded slightly: "Three thousand taels of silver, at most three thousand miles, Qinglu said clearly, returning the stolen goods and returning the silver can discuss the crime, how did you fight this lawsuit?"

Song Shiren wanted to speak and stopped, and said with a wry smile: "Qinglu is naturally written like this, originally the crime of returning the stolen goods and punishing the silver was already said yesterday, but today Scholar He came to see the trial, but he erased this article and changed it to a prisoner. ”

"He Zongwei?" Fan Xian laughed when he heard this familiar name, and after being silent for a long time, he took out a silver ticket from his arms, collected his expression, and said calmly: "You go in again, give this silver ticket to Dali Siqing, and ask him, how did he learn his Qinglu? Do you want me to stand up and fight this lawsuit with him in person." ”

Song Shiren took the silver ticket, looked at the number of 30,000 taels on it and was stunned, after a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and walked to the top of the yatang, he knew that Fan Xian was really forced by the court to make this out today, and there was no way to do it, for the life and death of Yang Wanli, Fan Xian had to stand up and sell this not old face, just look at the officials of Dali Temple, what will they think.

I don't know what Song Shiren said after entering, but it didn't take long for an official to cough lightly, walked to the bottom of the stone steps, and said a few words in Fan Xian's ear. Fan Xian didn't answer, just shook his head, and the official looked helpless and walked back.

Finally. Song Shiren helped Yang Wanli out of the yamen of Dali Temple. Fan Xian's eyes narrowed, and he saw that Yang Wanli was tortured in prison, and a yin fire surged in his heart, but he took a deep breath, forcibly pressed down, and called a few subordinates to carry Yang Wanli into the carriage.

Yang Wanli passed by him. The pair of teachers and students who were very close in age didn't say anything, but a trace of unwillingness flashed in Yang Wanli's eyes. A hint of grief and indignation.

Fan Xian felt a little cold, he knew what Yang Wanli was grief and anger, an official who only wanted to do something, but because of the court. These things in the palace. But you have to bear the grievances that there are no at all, don't say anything about losing your official position, don't say about being punished, the key is that your reputation is dirty, as a scholar, who can bear it?

Just as Fan Xian was about to leave, He Zongwei, a scholar of Zhongshu University, slowly walked out of the yamen of Dali Temple, accompanied by several officials. He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Fan Gongzi is so elegant. ”

Fan Xian didn't bother to look at this person at all. This attitude made several officials around He Zongwei a little angry, the current situation in Kyoto is no longer what it was back then, He Zongwei is popular, but Fan Xian is already a white body, and he doesn't answer when he asks questions in front of officials. Unruly.

He Zongwei didn't react emotionally. He asked, "I'm curious about what you said to that lord earlier." Dali Temple Zhengqing Club suddenly changed his mind. ”

This is really a point that Scholar He is very curious about, he often enters the palace, of course he knows that it is difficult to make up for the rift between His Majesty and this little Fan, so now he looks at Fan Xian, and he is not as jealous as he was back then. Today, he was ordered to come to the trial, and he did something in secret, so that Yang Wanli, one of the four sons of Fanmen, had no room to turn over, but he didn't expect that everything would be as expected, but in the end, he suddenly changed his appearance.

Obviously, this young man is no longer a saint, and he has no official position at all, why are the officials in Dali Temple shocked by his words? He Zongwei was puzzled, not knowing what kind of magic Fan Xian had, so that these officials would not even listen to His Majesty's hints.

Fan Xian turned his head, glanced at him coldly, and said, "I said to that adult, don't force me to be mad. ”

"Do you want to force me to be cool?" Fan Xian squinted his eyes at He Zongwei's slightly dark face, and suddenly smiled slightly and said: "Actually, I also want to know, what can you do with me when the street prefers the imperial court officials?"

As soon as these words came out, the officials around He Zongwei finally figured out that Fan Xian's power was not only in his official position and power, and he took a step back, but He Zongwei still stood calmly in front of Fan Xian, sighed, and figured out the reason, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, in terms of official position and power, he might be able to suppress the other party, but in the face of vicious and unreasonable killing, he would never be as arrogant as this person.

"Suzhou Zhizhou Cheng Jialin was invaded by prostitutes, and was asked back to Beijing to defend himself, probably in a few days, he will come to Dali Temple again. He Zongwei said gently: "It seems that you, a wealthy idler in Kyoto, can't really be idle. ”

Fan Xian's eyes drooped slightly, and he said casually: "You are a dog of Your Majesty, so you have to be busy running around, I won't." ”

Hitting people doesn't slap their faces, as early as many years ago, Fan Xian once slapped He Zongwei's face, and today at the yamen, he coldly scolded He Zongwei as a dog on the street, and waited for another slap in the face of the other party. Now Jihe Zongwei is not the original little imperial history after all, as the first minister of the court, he has his own face and dignity to be afraid of, not to mention that there are still so many people watching at this time, his slightly dark face gradually changed, and he said coldly: "As a minister, you are naturally a dog of Your Majesty, and in the eyes of this official, you are also a dog of Your Majesty, aren't you?"

Master He thought that this sentence should be dealt with decently, not only saved his own dignity, but also blocked this sentence back, and made Fan Xian difficult to deal with, but where did he think that Fan Xian laughed when he heard this.

"If I were a dog, what would Your Majesty be?" Fan Xian looked at him mockingly, said with a sneer, and turned around and got into the carriage.

He Zongwei's face froze, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, just like he didn't understand why Fan Xian could influence Dali Temple today, because no matter how the other party was degraded, the other party ...... is still His Majesty's flesh and blood, and this alone cannot be compared with all the people in the world. He Zongwei felt a strong gloom in his heart, feeling that life was always so unfair.

In Kyoto, Fan is not idle. When it was very difficult to meet the combination punch from His Majesty, he only cared about resisting, but he did not have any ability or method to counterattack at all. On the real battlefield between him and the emperor Lao Tzu, there are thrilling scenes being staged, and these big dramas have no audience and are not recorded in history. But it's really happening, because it's in these places. Fan Xian was able to have enough strength to carry out the most resolute counterattack against the chess pieces laid by Emperor Lao Tzu.

In Dingzhou City, Xiliang Road, I don't know what kind of entanglement Li Hongcheng was going on before he came to take over the Di Gong Dian. And on the road from Nanqing to Dongyi City, the armies of the two sides are facing each other. No one is willing to give in to the slightest step. The 3,000 officers and soldiers of the Yanjing battalion winter training ground were blocked on the national border. Not daring to enter, the situation has been stalemate for three days.

"Your Majesty has an order, let us enter Dongyi City to assist His Highness in quelling the chaos, but His Highness directly blocked back with a military order, saying that 10,000 elite soldiers from other places are enough. Wang Zhikun, the commander of the Yanjing camp, looked at the cronies in the tent camp and sneered: "Since those 10,000 elite soldiers are quelling the chaos in Xiaoliang Kingdom, who can stop our soldiers from going straight to Dongyi?"

When he said this, Wang Zhikun's anger finally broke out, this was originally a test by the imperial court in the direction of Dongyi City, and everything was going according to plan. If the eldest prince does not wave his troops to block, these 3,000 elite soldiers will be the vanguard, and the Yanjing camp will prepare a total of 20,000 people, ready to march along the road, who knows. These 3,000 elite soldiers were blocked on the border. One step can't

He pointed to the generals below and reprimanded: "A thousand! A thousand people will scare your courage? The other party is also a sergeant of my Daqing, do they really dare to make a move against the local army sent by the imperial court?"

"That's the Black Rider. A general said in a trembling voice: "Chen Pingping is dead." Lord Fan is under house arrest in Kyoto, who knows about these black horsemen who kill people without blinking...... Will it really draw the sword? ”

The corners of Wang Zhikun's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't scold anything more. Regarding this secret military operation, he was nominally under the guidance of the Privy Council, but in fact he accepted the secret decree of His Majesty from the palace.

As said before, this is a temptation, this is the temptation of His Majesty the Emperor who sat on the dragon chair to the eldest son who was far away in Dongyi City.

The news of the major events in Kyoto had already spread to Yanjing City, and Wang Zhikun knew that the little grandfather took the black horse to Kyoto that day, and it turned out that he was going to save Old Dean Chen. This Yanjing Marshal didn't know why Old Dean Chen was suddenly purged by His Majesty, although he also sighed a little in his heart, but as a soldier of Qingguo, he must obey His Majesty's will.

Soon after the Kyoto Incident, the eldest prince suddenly sent an urgent military report, saying that the rebel army in Dongyi was up and down, and the war was frequent, and he could not get out and return to Beijing for a while, which blocked any channel for Kyoto to recall him back to Beijing in advance.

Wang Zhikun knew very well that the eldest prince did not want to return to Beijing...... The so-called general is outside, and the monarch's order is not subject to it, and it is obvious that this great prince, who has successfully controlled 10,000 elites, has been separated from His Majesty because of the incident in Kyoto.

As soon as the attitude of the eldest prince came out, His Majesty was not angry, but made a decree to Dongyi City very usually, saying that he would send the Yanjing military into Dongyi City to help the eldest prince quell the chaos, and the eldest prince also as Wang Zhikun expected, forcibly refused the request of the Yanjing battalion to send troops, and ...... The team used to stop the Yanjing army in the past two days is indeed not the person of the great prince, and the imperial court can't even find an excuse.

"Black cavalry, ......" Wang Qikun frowned slightly, thinking that although there were not many of them, the cavalry with extremely strong combat power naturally thought of the idler in Kyoto.