The smell of dampness mixed with the smell of blood began to ferment outside the prison room at the end of the corridor, and a man and a woman, who were still in bed a month ago, had already switched their roles with each other. Fan Xian looked at this woman's miserable appearance, frowned slightly, and thought that he would have a wonderful affair with this woman like written in the novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, or take her home like Bai Letian, who knew that the story had not started at all, and it had ended hastily. But there is nothing to sigh about, since the other party wants to kill himself, if at this time, as Mr. Fei Jie said, cast excess sympathy, it is actually a great irresponsibility for himself and the people around him.

Facing those two resentful eyes, Fan Xian explained very gently and calmly: "I think that life is such a thing, if you can control it yourself, you can control it yourself, so I gave you the poison, you should know that your death is not good for me, so you don't need to look at me with this kind of gaze, I still pity you, but I will not feel guilty." The heads of three of my guards were smashed into rotten watermelons by your men. Who will feel guilty for their deaths?"

He waved his hand: "Maybe you don't believe it, I used to hate this god very much, I thought that I had been doing good things all my life, but in the end I got the most miserable ending, if the hatred is useful, this God is estimated to have been hated by me for millions of holes, so I later understood that when you still have the ability to control your body, you must feel glad that you still have a life to live." ”

The manager remained silent, just gently lifting his wounded hands. Do not allow them to come into contact with rough thatch.

"Miss Si. Think about it, nothing in this world is more important than your own life. Fan Xian said calmly: "You are from Qingguo, but you worked hard for Northern Qi, and you can give up so much, I think it should not be for money, but for revenge and other reasons." I don't know if the rumors about you in Kyoto are true, but if you want to do something, you have to make sure that you are alive, and if you want to live at this time, you have to pay a certain price. ”

The manager looked up sharply. Although the light in her eyes was dim, it was like a fire in the tomb, which refused to be extinguished, and after a long time, she gritted her teeth and said, "How can you guarantee that I will live?"

Fan Xian perked up and half-squatted down. said: "You just arrived in Kyoto today, I can go to the prison to try you, you should be able to guess my status in the Supervision Yuan." ”

The manager shook his head weakly: "Do you think I will believe you?"

"It's not about believing. Fan Xian said gently: "This is originally a gamble. It's just that now you're more passive. Because between life and death, you don't have a choice. ”

The manager's eyes wandered a little helplessly. It seems to be a little exciting. She turned her face and looked at Fan Xian's clean and beautiful face, but for some reason, she thought of the entanglement between the two on the flower boat late that night, and an unreasonable hatred surged into her heart, she pounced like a madman, and spit into Fan Xian's face.

Fan Xian turned sideways to avoid it, very surprised, obviously this woman was about to loosen her guard when she saw it, why did she suddenly change her face again? How did he know that no matter what kind of life she had in her past or present life, no matter what kind of occupation she had, this woman's mind was always as difficult to touch and elusive as a fine needle at the bottom of the sea and sand walking in the mountains.

Fan Xian felt a little irritated, his brows were tightly furrowed, his face kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He thought of the suicide of the general last night, and then thought of the Wuzhou who was probably dead, so he knew that the other party was ruthless and fast. If you want to catch the person who really wants to deal with you, it seems that only the manager can talk about it, and if the confession is too late, I am afraid that the person who contacted the manager will also die or leave. And the use of torture seems to be not enough to make this Northern Qi female spy nervous collapse in a short period of time, but unfortunately now Fan Xian needs time, otherwise what are you afraid of even if she survives for a few days?

I can't tell anything from her mouth. Fan Xian seemed a little disappointed, and stood up from the fence, as if he was about to leave with Wang Qinian. Suddenly...... He took a deep breath and stood back in front of the cell with a frown, looking coldly at the woman through the fence. Wang Qinian glanced at him in surprise.

Fan Xiandi's voice sounded lightly: "Tell who did it, I swear in the name of my ancestors in this world, I will definitely let you go." ”

The answer to him was deathly silence, but Fan Xian refused to give up, and a pair of gradually gentle eyes stared at Si Lili's face, staring at the bloody hands that Si Lili held in front of his chest.

The moisture in the prison smelled of mold, and the fence and time between Fan Xian and Si Lili also seemed to start to mold, I don't know how long it took, Si Lili still bit her lower lip tightly, and did not speak, obviously she was also struggling with some kind of extreme pain in her heart. The bottle of poison that Fan Xian threw at her was a celadon bottle, and at this time, under her hands, on top of the hay, lying quietly, it seemed to exude some kind of very strange smell.

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After a long time, Fan Xian sighed, seemed to give up, and said the last words to the manager before leaving: "You are holding your hands up...... Much like a cute puppy. ”

Later, Wang Qinian always felt that Fan Gongzi was a little nervous, and he could laugh at the spies of the enemy country in that situation. Fan Xian himself did not have this kind of consciousness, and he said it purely subconsciously at that time. Of course, he didn't know what effect his casual words would have immediately, and what it would bring to him in the future.

When the manager heard him say that he was like a cute puppy, he was slightly stunned.

To everyone's surprise, followed by the female spy's snort, after a laugh, her complexion changed for a while, I don't know what she was thinking, but I felt that her spirit was extremely relaxed at this time, it seemed that after this laugh, all the burden was unloaded, and the whole person's soul began to hide in her shell timidly, carefully praying for survival. Her body felt like she was soaking in warm geothermal water. Very comfortable. I really began to miss the beauty of life.

She slowly raised her head, her pale lips moved slightly, and she said three words: "Mr. Wu." ”

Fan Xian heard it clearly, it was the three words "Mr. Wu", and after being stunned, he looked back at Wang Qinian, who nodded and said that he had heard of this name. He breathed a sigh of relief, and a faint excitement welled up in his heart. He reached into the fence and, under the bewildered gaze of the manager, retrieved the small porcelain bottle containing the poison from the hay, and said to her, "Thank you." Then he turned and walked away.

The manager seemed to understand something.

It was the bloody land who clenched the fence tightly with both hands, and screamed bitterly at the departing back: "Don't forget, you swore in the name of your ancestors. ”

After the heavy iron door was quietly closed, the prison of the Supervision Yuan returned to calm and gloom, and the prisoners here usually went to the underworld after a few days, so there were not too many prisoners left. Therefore, at this time, the faint sound of several cries coming from the deepest part of the corridor was very clear and very sad.

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After a few moments, the cell boss respectfully pushed a wheelchair out of the chamber. Chen Pingping is sitting in a wheelchair with her eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and asked, "What do you think of the Tisi I chose?"

Naturally, he asked Fan Xian.

The cell boss thought for a while: "He is ruthless, he only accounts for half of it." ”

"Which half?"

"The hands may be spicy. But he is still a gentle little man in his bones. ”

Chen Pingping smiled, and a hint of relief appeared on the old face: "That's good, that's good, it's better to be gentle and ruthless than to be ruthless, at least I got the news from the manager by mistake." ”

The cell boss calmly asked, "How should the manager deal with it?"

Chen Pingping thought for a while and said lightly: "Look at it for a while, if you can develop into our people, try it, if not, you will naturally kill it." ”

"Don't you need to tell that Fantis?"

"I'm going to hand over this courtyard to him, but since he doesn't have this ability yet, there's naturally no need to know too much. ”

"Yes. The cell boss answered, and said, "One place is ready to go." ”

Chen Pingping coughed twice, at this time, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty thought that he was still stranded in the palace, and no one would have imagined that he would come to the prison alone. Finally coughing better, he motioned to the cell boss to push himself out, closed his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Since that Mr. Wu has already forced General Fangda to death, it is estimated that he would have left Kyoto at this time, but I am afraid that it will be too late." ”

The cell boss shrugged, he was the host of the seven affairs back then, and he had never looked down on the efficiency of one place, and there was no fun in investigating cases, so he didn't care much about whether he could catch that Mr. Wu, just looked at the long road above his head, and said with a headache: "Lord Dean, next time you don't come to eavesdrop again, this wheelchair has to be moved, it's really difficult." ”

Chen Pingping smiled, he came here after coming out of the palace today, just to see what the son of the old man looks like now, and whether he has the ability to take over everything he prepared for him, about the assassination of Niulan Street, he and Wuzhu didn't take it very seriously, this is just a trivial matter, if Fan Xian dies like that, naturally he doesn't need to worry about it. And looking at the characteristics that Fan Xian showed in handling this incident is the more important aspect.

This is a small test.

Fan Xian didn't know this, and hurriedly got out of the prison with Wang Qinian, and learned from him that Mr. Wu was a famous strategist in Kyoto, but he had always hovered between the second prince and the crown prince, and there seemed to be no obvious tendency, but according to rumors, behind many things in the officialdom, there was a terrifying figure of this middle-aged man.

Fan Xian's eyebrows were slightly raised, his good-looking face was slightly heavy, knowing that the other party was an old fox, he would definitely think of cutting off all the clues, and at this time, he might have learned which mountain to go to seclusion. The so-called strategists like to do this kind of thing the most, wait for seven or eight years, and when things fade away, they will run out and continue to throw a belly of bad water.

"How can you be sure that what the manager said is true?" Wang Qinian asked him for instructions.

Fan Xian replied calmly: "It's very simple, if that Wu Bo'an is still in Beijing, then it's not him, if he has already run away, it's him." ”

It's a very simple judgment, perhaps the closest thing to the truth of the matter, there are too many things in this world that are complicated by the stupid minds of human beings

Wang Qinian said nervously again: "Then do you really want to release the manager? Your Excellency, you don't have this kind of authority at present, but you ...... before" Although the people of the Supervision Yuan have always disrespected ghosts and gods, they have great respect for the existence of their ancestors.

Fan Xian didn't answer him, he only thought in his heart about his ancestors in this world...... It doesn't seem to have much to do with itself. He knew that it was inconvenient for him to come forward at this time, so he asked Wang Qinian to notify a place, Mu Tie knew his identity, and he should believe what Wang Qinian said. When the two broke up, Fan Xian's jaw nodded a little secretly to the dark place on the corner of the street, and confirmed the name Wu Bo'an to that person.

After arranging these things, Fan Xian went back to Fan's mansion with Shi Shiran, climbed over the wall, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for tomorrow's news. After Wang Qinian entered the Supervision Yuan, he was extremely surprised to find that his colleagues in one place were already ready to go, and he couldn't help but be surprised, Mu Tie looked at him and smiled slightly.

That night, there was nothing to do in the capital, and after Fan Xian returned to Fan's mansion, he said hello to everyone, and then entered a secret room that he asked for from his father, carefully took out a small leather bag with excellent sealing from his arms, and poured the small celadon bottle out of the leather bag. This bottle is made of green sand technology, and the air eye is larger than ordinary porcelain, so it is enough to hold some faint incense. He took out a clay pot from the corner of the wall and opened the lid, and a rush of incense almost made him a little dizzy.

After sinking the small porcelain vase back into the clay pot, Fan Xian returned to the bedroom, twisting the thin silk quilt on his legs, and fell asleep with some trepidation. On the second day, Wang Qinian came to report back, and said with some shame that Wu Bo'an had already left the capital, and he had expected this for a long time, and he was not very disappointed.

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About 18 miles from Kyoto, there is a village circle, and you can see the snow peaks above the mountains in the distance, even if it is early summer, the village is still very cool, and the grape trellis has already spread its leaves, and a green green onion is suitable for the eye.

Wu Bo'an, who had only asked Fan Xian with great difficulty, was sitting on the grape trellis with a relaxed expression at this time, looking at the young man opposite, and said with a hint of blame: "You shouldn't come." ”

The young man opposite was Lin Heng, the second son of the prime minister's family, he looked at Wu Bo'an and said very politely: "Mr. Wu is going to be forced to leave Kyoto, and the little nephew will naturally come to see him off." ”