The sedan chair slowly left the long street, and the strong man with the longbow disappeared with it, and the snow remained in the open space and filled the white mist.

As the sedan chair left, the coughing sound faded, and the fog on the long street gradually dissipated, and although it was still dark, it seemed much clearer than before. Snowflakes fell quietly from the sky, gentle and fluttering, like a god gently shaking the flowers and trees in the sky.

The clouds opened, and the layers of dark clouds suddenly cracked a big crack in them, revealing the silver moon, and the clear light gradually faded, illuminating the long street clearly.

At the back of the street, the stacked houses stretched out to the eaves of the street, and because of the moonlight, some strangely shaped shadows were reflected on the ground.

A dark shadow suddenly shuddered, twisting like some creature, and then slowly and silently retreated, retracting into the mass of shadows, from which it could no longer be separated.

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Fan Xian was lying on the corner of a gatehouse in the distance, wearing a black and white snow coat, he retracted his gaze from the corner of the street that was obscured by the stone beast, sighed softly, and sprayed white mist in the dark night. The ice silk condensed on his eyebrows shattered a few times, and he lay on his back to the sky a little tiredly, stretching his aching muscles all over his body, and staring at the silver moon in the night sky above his head in a daze.

Touching the hard box beside him, he subconsciously shook his head and squinted his eyes, he invested a lot of money tonight, and he was so well prepared, seeing that he could succeed, but he was broken by that Hong Gonggong. What a failure.

He wasn't ready to use the box, after all, it was too sensitive to be used lightly until the last minute. It's just that he wants to snipe Yan Xiaoyi, a strong man who is already standing at the pinnacle of mankind, and his palm can't touch the hard box, he has no confidence in his heart, this is the blessing of faith, the last reliance.

Fan Xian lay in the remnant snow on the roof of the building, gasping for breath twice, calming down his emotions of defeat and the anger that came from nowhere.

Someone crawled over, Fan Xian lifted the snow coat and covered the thing, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Wang Qinian came to his side and said, "It's Gonggong Hong." ”

Fan Xian nodded: "I've worked hard for you today." ”

Tonight, everyone in the Inspectorate was busy with those bloody things. Fan Xian's most trusted confidant Wang Qinian seemed to have nothing to do, only Fan Xian himself knew that his task was to let Wang Qinian stare at Yan Xiaoyi's movements.

He knew that Yan Xiaoyi would not miss this opportunity. So he didn't want to miss this opportunity, and Wang Qinian's performance did not disappoint him, a strong man in the ninth grade, he never noticed that his movements were all under Wang Qinian's gaze.

The Inspectorate's wings, the world's best at tracking trails. Sure enough, it's not in vain.

Wang Qinian's face was very pale, whiter than the residual snow on the roof of the building, and the silver light in the middle of the street. Tracking Yan Dadu Governor was undoubtedly the most terrifying task in his life, and that sense of fear and pressure made this forty-year-old middle-aged man a little unbearable, and his mind had already reached the extreme of collapse.

And he didn't know if he was seeing something he shouldn't be seeing.

Fan Xian said calmly: "I trust you, to be precise, many of my things are built on trust in you. ”

Wang Qinian understood what this sentence meant, Lord Xiao Fan bumped into himself when he first entered Beijing, and then took it as the center. began to set up the Qinian group, which spread from the group to the control of the Supervision Yuan.

And he is undoubtedly the person who knows the most secrets of Lord Xiao Fan in the world, such as the night after the poem in front of the palace, the key......

The next day, the news came that there was an assassin in the palace, and of course Wang Qinian knew who the assassin was, and as for the key, well...... It must be used to open something.

So Fan Xian has not killed himself, Wang Qinian was very surprised, and moved, it was really that kind of moving, there was an impulse in his heart called the death of a confidant, obviously this impulse was very dangerous and unworthy for him who was over forty years old, but he still kept this beautiful feeling in his heart.

There were two night owls chirping downstairs, Fan Xian listened attentively, and after confirming that it was clean, he made a gesture to Wang Qinian beside him.

A feeling of fear flashed in Wang Qinian's eyes, because he had also vaguely heard of that legend, and he also knew the relationship between that legend and Xiao Fan's mother.

He knew that his life had been completely handed over to Lord Xiao Fan from today onwards, this was the trust between each other, and this trust itself was a very terrifying and life-threatening thing.

As soon as he turned his palm, the whole person slid down from the gatehouse, and the sliding posture was very strange and funny, like a big praying mantis, with long hands and long feet, but quietly, and after a while, he went down to the ground, walked to the middle of the street, squatted down, checked the breath of the pretender, confirmed that he was still alive, and gestured to the air.

This gesture is naturally compared to Fan Xian, Fan Xian looked at this scene, and couldn't help laughing, Lao Wang really has two brushes, this hand is light, no wonder he has been active in the north for a year, and he hasn't let those guys in Jinyiwei catch a single handle.

The pretender who was injured by Yan Xiaoyi's intention was the stand-in that Fan Xian carried at any time when he was on the mission to Northern Qi, and this stand-in helped him a lot back then, so he naturally took it out today to lure the enemy.

A few strange birds chirped under the gatehouse, and a few secret agents in black lotus clothes came over, took the carriage of Fan's mansion, and picked up Wang Qinian and the stand-in into the car, all of which seemed so quiet and natural, at this time, the stratus clouds in the air were close again, the clear light was gone, and Kyoto sank into darkness again.

Before the early morning, when the darkest time, the snowflakes rose again, Fan Xian came to the front of a shop in the west of the city alone, all the houses were still sleeping, and the shops did not begin to prepare, that is, the earliest noodle stalls, they had not yet begun to prepare the noodles, only this shop had been opened, with the tempting bean fragrance inside, to dispel the darkness before dawn, waiting for the dawn to come.

Under the snowflakes, Fan Xian sat on the small table outside the shop, holding a bowl of bean curd in his hand and drinking it slowly, the taste of bean curd was good, there was no sense of slag, there was not too much bean flavor, it was fragrant, and it was even better than what Dong'er made in Tangzhou.

This is a natural reason, because this tofu shop is the most famous one in Kyoto, and it is the first business run by the eldest young master of Sinan Bofu after entering Beijing.

This tofu shop is Fan Xian's own.

Fan Xian drank the bean curd slowly, his face was calm, but he smiled bitterly in his heart, he was reborn for twenty years, and he was really a useless second ancestor, and he didn't bring any changes to this world at all, the biggest change...... Probably that's how this tofu is made, right?

Mother is so capable, so amazing, in that short time, she rushed to finish everything she could, so what was left for herself?

Like all those powerful ministers in history, playing with power tricks, enjoying wealth and nobility, not thinking about the life and death of the next high-ranking people, and living a miserable life?

Just as he had thought before, Fan Xian's face gradually became gloomy, and he always felt that he had a big desire in his heart, but he never grasped what that desire was.

He was a little irritable, a little depressed, thinking of the incident on the street, thinking of the longbow that Yan Xiaoyi was carrying behind him, his mood was low.

"**......" Fan Xian scolded with a very soft voice and a very gentle attitude.

It's foggy tonight, but it's not good, although it's an environment that the shadows have already judged. But he didn't expect Yan Xiaoyi's mind to be so strong that he could accurately judge his location without fear of layers of fog.

And the medicine hidden in the fog doesn't seem to have the slightest effect on this peerless powerhouse on the ninth grade. The true qi is deep to a certain extent, and the general medicine is indeed of little use, Fan Xian laughed self-deprecatingly, there is really no perfect thing in this world, the tasteless white medicine mist, the effect is indeed much worse.

But even so, in the nirvana environment that was finally created tonight, Fan Xian would still have the courage to try to kill Yan Xiaoyi.

He is not an emperor, his self-confidence comes from his own strength and luck that is better than the rest of the world, not as inexplicable as the emperor. So he's used to making the first move. Remove all the powerful people who may threaten him, Yan Xiaoyi is naturally the one who bears the brunt.

If there is a great upheaval in the future, the National Assembly will be in turmoil. Fan Xian always insisted that being able to weaken the opponent's strength was a very beautiful thing for his own side. Yan Xiaoyi is not in the army, but in Beijing. And he made the first move, and it couldn't have been better. If you let the other party return to the camp of the Northland, you will want to kill the other party again. That's tantamount to a fool's dream.

So Fan Xian sat at the table at this time, feeling very defeated and angry.

Why did the old eunuch Hong come out to break the game!

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Fan Xian's right hand holding the bowl trembled a little, he frowned, and threw the bowl in his hand to the ground, and the porcelain bowl broke into countless pieces. He rarely has this kind of anger that he can't control his emotions, so it can be seen that the sudden appearance of Old Eunuch Hong today really annoyed him to the extreme.

"Why?" he frowned. I still can't understand this, the old eunuch Hong went out of the palace to break the situation, obviously it is not the emperor's intention or the queen mother's intention, but what are the mother and son thinking about the most powerful in Qingguo? Haven't they seen the current situation clearly? If they can kill Yan Xiaoyi, and they have already swept away the power of the second child, the eldest princess's side will become more and more weak, but it will calm down the situation of the entire royal family.

That somewhat terrifying fluctuation may gradually calm down.

The emperor obviously knew this, why would he nod his head and let the old eunuch Hong come forward to stop his game with Yan Xiaoyi? Could it be that the emperor is a madman, and he just likes his sister to go to the road of rebellion step by step?

Masochism?

Fan Xian thought with some annoyance, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips, it seems that the emperor's family is really a nest of perverts, and they all think that this world is too unlively.

But...... Isn't the emperor afraid...... Someone was driven down from the dragon chair? Repeated questions, the question that had plagued Fan Xian for a long time, made his expression a little ugly, what was the emperor thinking?

What the emperor is thinking, only he knows, and Chen Pingping also knows that, as Chen Pingping said back then, what kind of position a person stands in, what kind of vision he will have, and make judgments and choices that are in line with this position.

Today's Qingguo Kyoto is still in the stage of fermentation, Fan Xian wants to take the risk of ending this process, so as not to suddenly puff up the dough in the future, and today's old eunuch Hong Tai's departure obviously means that the emperor does not need Fan Xian to worry about this.

So Fan Xian was very distressed.

The first fresh tofu was brought out, and the guy in the tofu shop respectfully scooped two bowls, and put the pure sugar, shredded mustard and sesame oil, green onion and soy sauce respectively...... The fragrant sweet and salty tastes were sent to the small table, and then retreated.

The people of the tofu shop know the strange habit of Xiao Fan, the proprietor does not leave it alone because the mutten shop does not make much money, but he never comes here during the day, but every month or two, he will order two bowls of tofu in the early morning at the darkest hour. Not many people know about Fan Xian's hobby.

Fan Xian was very tired tonight, there was a feeling of exhaustion, he used a porcelain spoon to pull a bowl of tofu indiscriminately, and sent a mouthful into his lips, the sweetness was very good, and there were snowflakes also falling into the bowl, which made him suddenly think of shaved ice, a term that he had forgotten for a long time, and felt better, he took a few bites, and it seemed that he made up for a lot of spirit in a hurry.

There was also a bowl, and he didn't move.

Three carriages broke the calm of Kyoto and slowly drove in front of the tofu shop, and the swordsmen on the front and rear carriages jumped out of the carriage, watched vigilantly in all directions, and set up defenses.

Yan Bingyun lifted the curtain and walked down from the carriage in the middle, after a busy night, this Fan Xian's brain was obviously also very tired, and there was a trace of haggard on his pale face.

He walked to Fan Xian's table, obviously a little surprised, Fan Xian would actually eat tofu here alone.

Fan Xian nodded and motioned for him to sit down, while pushing the bowl of tofu mixed with shredded chives and mustard over.

Yan Bingyun didn't eat, took out the file from his arms, and began to whisper about the situation tonight. When he heard that the people to be killed and the people to be arrested were basically in place, Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction.

"Huang Yi is not dead. Yan Bingyun glanced at him.

Fan Xian raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The poison under the nail is very strong, but it seems that there is a master of detoxification in Princess Beppu......" Yan Bingyun said, "So Huang Yi saved his life." ”

Huang Yi is the strategist of the princess's mansion, although he has not caused any harm to Fan Xian all along, and has not shown anything extraordinary, but since Fan Xian has made a move, he will remove all potential threats, so Huang Yi is also part of tonight's plan.

Fan Xian didn't like to be in the years to come, because of his momentary soft-heartedness, which led to the bloody drama of hostages being arrested.

"Not a master of detoxification. Fan Xian shook his head: "I know the methods of the senior brothers in the three places very well, and the poison master in Dongyi City is different from our faction...... It seems that the eldest princess's infiltration in the Supervision House was very effective, and in addition to the dead Zhu Ge, she also prepared a lot of antidote pills. ”

Yan Bingyun said: "The nail buried in Princess Beppu has not been exposed yet, and I make my own decisions." Let him withdraw. ”

"Good. Fan Xian nodded approvingly, "You can make your own decisions about these things, don't be underneath" There is no need to be dangerous, it is best to live." ”

That being said. Fan Xian knew in his heart that this was the second defeat tonight.

Yan Bingyun spoke again: "You have to take the confession to die." ”

Fan Xian glanced up at him, knowing that he was talking about the only living mouth in the valley sniper, that Qin family's private army, there have been no clues and evidence in the valley sniper case, the only hope is that live mouth, and since he is locked up in the prison of the Supervision Yuan, there are seven and three places to support him together, it is impossible to die like this.

He forcibly suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, and looked at Yan Bingyun with a smile. It's amazing that there is no rage.

"Grandpa Hong came just now. Fan Xian said to Yan Bingyun, "What do you think?"

Yan Bingyun was slightly startled, and said softly after a while: "One, the master thinks that what you did tonight has passed the line. Two. Whether he dies or you die, it is not what the master wants to see. ”

"Don't talk about the master, I think of the hateful tone of the old lame. Fan Xian frowned and said.

Yan Bingyun smiled and asked instead, "Although it was a matter of His Majesty's nodding, you took the opportunity to make such a big deal tonight. At tomorrow's court meeting, this court will definitely be attacked by the ministers, but I am afraid that Scholar Shu and Scholar Hu will speak. Host...... Your Majesty will have a certain attitude under this pressure, and you had better be prepared. ”

"What are you afraid of?" Fan Xian glanced at Xiao Yangongzi's pale face, and said self-deprecatingly: "Your Majesty has long wanted to cut the land rights of the Supervision Yuan, doesn't this give him a good opportunity?" If I didn't know this, I wouldn't be in a hurry to attack everywhere tonight...... Before cutting power, it is always necessary to sweep away some of the enemies. ”

With a crisp sound, he threw the spoon into the slightly cool porcelain bowl, his face like frost. said: "What I really want to do tonight is not done, it's a big loss." ”

Yan Bingyun said: "In a few hours, it will be the Great Meeting, you have to go to the court today to report on your work, and be ready to be belittled by Your Majesty." ”

Fan Xian closed his eyes and said slowly: "A few days ago, Your Majesty let you young officials enter the palace, and the meaning expressed was very clear, but where are those old guys willing to give way? Tonight, the Supervision Yuan will conduct a large-scale investigation, even if we will be punished afterwards, but those unclean guys will have to retreat...... The court will make some space to come out, so that Your Majesty can install people, we are doing things for Your Majesty, and he will always accept our affection. ”

Yan Bingyun frowned slightly, it was still difficult for Fan Xian to dare to call His Majesty the Emperor like this, and he was also a little displeased, so he had to keep just the right amount of silence.

Fan Xian didn't bother to look at his face, and said softly to himself: "Tonight's matter is almost over, I just feel a little regretful, the family I have been waiting for has never made a move." ”

Yan Bingyun knew which family he was talking about, but he had to pretend not to know, his face was a little hesitant for a while, and then he smiled bitterly: "You are not lively enough? You have no one around you at this time, so you must pay attention to safety." ”

Fan Xian glanced at the swordsmen of the Supervision Yuan scattered around, shook his head and said, "I'm different from you, you have to take these people with you, I'...... With or without it, the difference is not big. ”

"If you bring people, how dare those people do it? Fan Xian sneered: "I sat alone in this shop for half an hour, but no one dared to come, which made me look down on the so-called iron-blooded military." ”

Yan Bingyun shook his head and was speechless. Fan Xian glanced back at an alley in the middle of the night, tapped the table next to the tofu bowl with his fingers, and said, "Eat it, it doesn't taste good when it's cold." ”

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In the alley some distance from Fan's tofu shop, seven people dressed in night clothes were carrying the corpses to the carriage, and blood slowly dripped from the cart and fell on the snow, emitting a faint fishy smell.

The three corpses were cut into more than a dozen large pieces of flesh, obviously the horrific damage caused by the long knife. The leader of the seven night walkers sat in the driver's position, glanced at the faint *** of the tofu shop in the distance, rubbed the itchy calluses on the tiger's mouth with the reins, grinned, and said softly: "Young master, eat slowly." ”