"Spirited......"

Fan Xian stepped on the railing of the top floor of the Suzhou branch of Baoyue Building with one foot, and held a fan in one hand to fan the wind, the cold rain in late spring that lasted for several days stopped, and the heat came and went, instantly raising the temperature in the air.

He squinted, looked at the funeral procession passing through the street, listened to the babbling sound of mourning, and couldn't help laughing - Ming Suda really has a set, the sadness and anger on the surface, and his own intention to do it is very good, it is actually to let the Ming Lao Taijun's burial ceremony walk through the city, how ostentatious this way, along the road there are citizens with small cases, put Su Guo to worship, and some of the people who have been benefited in the green day are called Huazi, kowtowing to the huge coffin that walks slowly along the street.

The sound of mourning is actually quite beautiful sometimes, at least in Fan Xian's ears at this time.

He shook his fan and couldn't help but sigh again: "Spirited......"

The wind came from the fan, he was too lazy to play any battle with Ming Yuan, and used a dead man to hinder his eyes, he didn't think it was exciting, if you want to swim in the streets, there is no actual damage to himself.

After sweeping away Ming Lao Liu and Lao Taijun's related henchmen, Ming Qingda has gradually and firmly controlled the situation in Ming Yuan, and it is precisely under his strong suppression that tens of thousands of people in the Ming family did not let out the last roar of jade burning because of the unnatural death of Ming Lao Taijun.

The scholars who were clamoring in Suzhou City a few days ago were divided by Fan Xian's tricks, and they were educated with sticks, but they could no longer get the support of the Ming family, and their momentum suddenly weakened. As Fan Xian expected, the so-called righteous indignation cannot last in the end.

Of course, Fan Xian also knew that he wanted to suppress the revenge voices within the Ming family. It must have been bitter for the old man Ming Qingda, but this matter was originally made by Ming Qingda, if he didn't want Fan Xian...... Fa Biao, these hardships, these difficulties, these qi must be swallowed.

And what really made Fan Xian happy was that the crows that were sprinkled in the crowd a few days ago had already sent back the news, and I don't know if it was the sudden silence of the Ming family, so that the elders of the Junshan Society had no time to react, at least in the Jiangnan area. Some of the deacons of the Junshan Society made some rather stupid responses, such as provoking the citizens to gather in a crowd to make trouble.

With the secret investigation of the Supervision Yuan in this matter, and with the help of Ming Qingda, he secretly sold several characters to Hua Yuan. The Supervision Yuan has set its sights on Zhuangyuan, a certain place in the lower reaches of the river, which is a stronghold of the Junshan Society in the south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe it's just an inconspicuous Zhuang Yuan, and it's not important to the Junshan Society, but Fan Xian needs to eradicate them to show his posture.

Myself in Gangnam. You'd better be honest for the time being.

If you're not honest, I'll shut you up.

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The black cavalry could not enter the Ming Yuan, because His Majesty did not like to watch the force of the Supervision Yuan enter the local government affairs too much. But for Junshanhui such a mysterious, even faintly anti-imperial organization. His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo should not care what means Fan Xian will use.

Xue Qing, the governor of Jiangnan Road, did not oppose Fan Xian's plan, after all, it was a little too late to ask Kyoto for instructions.

Today, the old lady of Ming was buried at the funeral, and it was also the time when the five hundred black horsemen sneaked across the river to go to a bloody place.

The funeral procession had already passed through the long street below Baoyue Tower, Fan Xian noticed that some powerful figures had carefully withdrawn from the procession, these Jiangnan people did not want to offend the Ming family on the one hand, and on the other hand, they did not dare to save the face of Lord Qincha too much, so they were sent to the city gate. and turn back on its own.

"Spirited......"

Although Fan Xian was not fluttering, he also began to feel deep down in his heart that power is really like a drug, no wonder Xi Zhe has words, Shaolong relays, forums are common, absolute so-and-so, bring absolute so-and-so.

But Fan Xian knew that he didn't need to be corrupt, and he thought unashamedly that his spiritual realm was still relatively high, so he couldn't help but sigh for the third time.

In the script, someone should ask at this time: "Why do you ...... adult?"

It's a pity, it will take another half a year for Wang Qinian to think about it for a long time because of Nanqing, and Deng Ziyue beside him looked strange for a long time before he held back a sentence: "My lord...... It seems to be in a good mood. ”

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Fan Xian smiled and said, "Of course she is in a good mood, this old woman is dead clean, on top of a tall building, how can she not be happy to watch others enter the grave." ”

Deng Ziyue thought about what was so happy about this, and couldn't help but ask: "Jiangnan people......

After only saying three words, Fan Xian stopped and said with a sneer: "Don't repeat those remarks, what is the will of the people, in a few months, these people will forget all about it." What kindness, what benefits, just can remember a few days, after all, it is no match for cooking at home without oil, cooking without rice, these things are important. Commoners...... The people are the most forgetful kind of people in the world. ”

The words have a point, and the reference is naturally in Fan Xian's life experience, in the Ye family, which has long been blown away by the wind and rain and turned into the imperial court's inner treasury.

At that time, compared with today's Ming family, the Ye family was ten times more beautiful, ten times more powerful, and ten times more virtuous to the people.

Deng Ziyue was stunned and silent, knowing that he had touched the pain of Lord Tisi for many years, he didn't dare to say anything more, and finally understood why Lord Tisi would sneer at the people's will whenever he mentioned the people's will and people's hearts, and he didn't care about it.

"We are only the courtiers of His Majesty, not the courtiers of these people. Fan Xian said something completely opposite to serving the people.

At this point, what is Fan Xian not satisfied with? The Ming family is the monkey in the palm of his hand, Jiangnan must be, Xia Qifei has sent back the news from Jiangbei, a few days ago he was hooked with the second brother, the turmoil in the household department in Beijing is fixed, the medicine collection in Hangzhou is urgent, and the three major squares in the inner library are in full swing. Under the watchful eye of the shopkeeper of Qingyutang, it is serious and lively......

As for the officialdom, the relationship between Fan Xian and Xue Qing has become closer and closer, and His Majesty's trust in himself has not diminished slightly, especially after the Ming family's incident, Fan Xian has damaged his name, and there is no doubt that the emperor has pity for his illegitimate son who is willing to be lonely.

Looking left and right, it is all their own big victory, as for Junshanhui...... A sneer flashed at the corner of Fan Xian's lips, the old cripple in Chen Yuanli outside Beijing didn't know what to think, anyway, Fan Xian didn't plan to delve too much into this matter, the so-called raising tigers was like this.

It is necessary to completely eliminate the Junshan Society. First of all, this is a difficult thing to accomplish, even if Fan chats and looks around, he risks losing most of the strength in his hands. It may not be possible to do this, just looking at the extremely powerful Qingmiao Second Sacrifice and Three Stone Masters are just abandoned by Junshanhui, you can imagine how much terrifying strength this nominally loose organization hides.

Even with the help of his father and the old cripple, the family fought hard. It really succeeded in subverting the Junshan Society, Jiangnan Ding, and the monarch's power was stable. The emperor would not allow Fan Xian to lead his troops to fight, so what else could Fan Xian do?

Fan Xian is reluctant to become the second Chen Pingping, so for some contradictions, he will not rush to resolve and extinguish them, but hopes that this contradiction will slowly bloom in the situation that he can control, like a poisonous flower.

Of course, he didn't think of the idea of being upstairs in Baoyue today. It was so consistent with the old lame man's thoughts, both young and old, secretly working for a purpose that could not be declared, and the only regret was that neither of them seemed to be willing to ventilate with the other, perhaps...... Do you want to implicate each other?

If you don't study Junshan Hui, it doesn't mean that you won't deal with Junshan Hui, Junshan will be in Jiangnan Yin Fan Xian a few ways, he always has to settle this account back, so at this time, Di Heiqi is quietly moving forward on that mountain road.

After a few months of calculations, the only small loophole is the Junshan Huidi account room, Mr. Zhou. This person has not been killed, and under the surveillance of Ming Suda and himself, he can still escape quietly, which shows that this person must be an important role in the Junshan Society, and maybe he has the real inside story of the Junshan Society.

And begonias ...... He never came back, and Fan Xian's eyebrows flashed with a hint of worry, that Mr. Zhou must be under the protection of a very powerful person.

He left from the railing, sat back on the table, and instructed Deng Ziyue: "Contact the Governor's Mansion and issue a sea fishing paper......

His voice was very low: "Steward Zhou's portrait, the Ming family has sent someone to send it, you hand it over to the Governor's Mansion, and both sides will check it together." ”

Deng Ziyue was more and more dignified, knowing that there was no good way for adults, so he had to start using the power of the government to strive to force him from the bright side, as for the portrait, he also knew that it was painted by the big girl of the old lady of the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Xian sighed and said, "If you can catch that Mr. Zhou alive...... Isn't this a wonderful thing, you say?"

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"It's a wonderful idea. ”

The top floor of Baoyue Building was empty, only Fan Xian was sitting at the table, but at this time, on the side of the railing, on that table, there were suddenly two more people, and then Fan Xian's words answered indifferently!

Countless metal sheaths sounded in the top floor, full of force.

The seven Tiger Guards, led by Gundam, clasped their hands on the odd-shaped long knives and turned into a mountain-shaped shape, protecting Fan Xian behind him!

At the same time on the side of the building, more than a dozen swordsmen from the six places of the Supervision Institute poured out, the long sword was not drawn on their bodies, and their hands were already raised with black, not very reflective, and gloomy crossbow arrows, facing the two people on the table.

There was no one in the building, but there were two more people quietly, and the arrival of the other party not only concealed the swordsmen of the six departments of the Supervision Yuan, the tiger guard, and Fan Xian, who had already healed from his internal injuries, what kind of realm is this!

However, Fan Xian's defensive force also reacted extremely quickly, and in an instant, he isolated the two people.

More than ten crossbow arrows, plus the Seven Tiger Guards who can resist the begonias blossoms, plus a Fan Xian who is early in the ninth grade, even if the person who comes is Yun Zhilan of Dongyi City and Lord Wolf Tao of Northern Qi, everyone is confident that they will easily take down the other party.

However, in the face of such a formation, the two people did not have the slightest unusual expression, and the smile on the face of one of them was still a little reluctant, while the other figure wearing a hat was only indifferent from top to bottom, revealing indifference to everyone as if they were nothing.

The man in the hat slowly raised his head, revealing that strange face, there was no expression on his face, just those eyes, looking at the people in the building, as indifferent as if looking at a group of dead people.

"You want Mr. Zhou? This is Mr. Zhou. ”

That person was in the midst of a group of crossbows, as comfortable as a spring breeze, and naturally a domineering spirit was born in the air, and he looked at Fan Xian coldly across everyone.

"But I won't give it to you. ”

Fan Xian looked at that person through the clothes of the tiger guards, his heart moved slightly, and he said calmly: "It turns out that you are protecting Mr. Zhou, no wonder Haitang has never succeeded...... Since you won't give me people, what are you doing when you come to see me? I don't have the habit of chatting with uninvited guests. ”

The man said indifferently: "A deal, withdraw the black horse, I will spare your life." ”

Spare your life? In such a situation, you actually say that you will spare Fan Xian's life?

Unless he is a fool, he will have such self-confidence. But Fan Xian knew very well that the other party was definitely not a fool, so the other party must have the ability to kill himself in such a situation.

So Fan Xian laughed instead and asked, "Is Begonia good?"

The man suddenly rolled his eyes strangely: "I rarely kill women. ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "That's good...... Put. ”

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Very abruptly, very without warning!

As soon as the machine springs in the hands of the six swordsmen of the Supervision Yuan were loosened, more than 30 crossbow arrows fed with poison were divided into three batches and shot towards the table like dense dead rain!

What Mr. Zhou, what Junshan Club, it's too late to care, as long as he can kill the person in front of him, Fan Xian thinks it's worth it...... A wry smile appeared on his lips.