As a female disciple of Ku He, a master, she must be responsible for her master's reputation and the safety of the people of Northern Qi, so she cannot take action within the borders.

Suddenly, Fan Xian's heart moved and slowly turned around. He saw a poplar forest on the bank of the southeast of the river. The trees were thin but straight towards the sky, looking as tight as a spear in the army.

A village girl wearing floral clothes was carrying a basket and watching the convoy passing by in the sedan chair. The breeze blew by the river, blew the floral scarf wrapped around her head, revealing her ordinary face and clear eyes.

Fan Xian looked at the woman named Haitangdi with a smile, nodded easily, expressing gratitude, which was also a kind of show of kindness. He knew that after he went to Northern Qi and went to Beijing, he would inevitably deal with her again. Moreover, Chen Pingping also asked herself to find a way to get close to Kuhe.

Haitang and Fan Xian’s imagination when they were in Kyoto was different. She was not as beautiful as Shi Feixuan, but more beautiful than Shi Feixuan. The first beauty naturally refers to appearance, while the latter beauty refers to temperament.

Fan Xian always thought that there were no fairy girls in the world. If there were, they would definitely be female ghost costumes.

Although Haitang was here to assassinate Sean this time and had thought about killing Fan Xian, Fan Xian still admired her very much. On the one hand, she admired the girl's powerful and natural strength, and on the other hand, she was because when Tang was talking on the meadow, she pointed at Fan Xian's nose like a shrew, the feeling of the village girl really made Fan Xian like her.

The carriage stopped beside Fan Xian. He lifted the curtain and did not look at the river bank again.

Crossing the river and passing through the forest, the convoy of the delegation came to the official road under the protection of the regular army of Northern Qi. Fan Xian sniffed the smell of the air and looked at the first green trees next to the official road. He felt a little strange in his heart - I'm going abroad now? Why don't he feel anything at all?

The formation on the official road is quite scary. There are two teams arranged along the left and right sides. One team is full of women, with tender little maids, quick middle-aged servants, and old nanny. The other team is full of men, but it is even more gloomy than women. She is wearing a brocade dress, wearing a scimitar around her waist, and her body has a cold and cold smell.

At least half of the people in the mission were from the Qingguo Supervision Bureau. As soon as the convoy got on Guandao, a strong hostility began to brew when he saw the team of people wearing scimitars. Everyone subconsciously touched the handle of the straight knife by their waists.

The Qing State Supervision Office and the Northern Qi Jinyiwei are the most secret and dangerous spy agencies in the two major powers in the world. In the past decade, the two sides have fought hard openly and secretly. The struggle between spies and counter-espionage is always so cruel and ruthless, and both sides have already been covered with each other's blood.

Today we suddenly met on the official road, and both sides began to jealous as they smelled the smell on each other.

Officials from Northern Qi quickly came up and explained to Fan Xian a few words. Fan Xian didn't care and waved his hand to relax. After all, today they came for the friendship between the two countries with one clothes and water. It was not true that they met on the battlefield. The seven tiger guards behind him were always calm.

It is indeed two neighboring countries with a slim belt, especially when passing through the Wudu River, which feels even more obvious.

Without waiting for a break, Fan Xian immediately asked his subordinates to start a handover ceremony with the other party. Wang Qinian was a little puzzled and asked in a low voice: "Why don't we continue to escort Sean? Maybe we can ask something on the way to Beijing." He didn't know what secrets Sean had, but as Fan Tisi's confidant, he naturally knew that Fan Xian had something to ask for.

Fan Xian shook his head and said calmly: "Forget it. It's not so convenient to move forward with these Northern Qi spies along the way. It's better to throw it to the other party, and we can worry less. If something goes wrong with Sean on the way, it's naturally the Northern Qi side will be responsible. Do you dare not return Yan Bingyun to us?"

Having said that, Fan Xian was still a little depressed. Once he entered Shangjing, let alone whether Sean could save his life under Kuhe's position. Even if Sean regained power because of Uesugi Tu, he would not have a better way to pry open Sean's yellow, old and tight mouth.

The sound of tinging iron chains sounded, and Fan Xian looked coldly at the old man walking out of the carriage by someone. Sean's legs were broken, so it seemed particularly difficult to get off the car. A slightly sweet smell of blood was faintly emitted from his pants on his knees.

Most of the Jinyiwei of Northern Qi were young people and had no idea what Sean looked like. However, according to folk legends and word of mouth among the elderly in the garrison, they knew that the secret service agencies in Northern Qi were actually created by this poor old man who could not stand even. In other words, this white-haired old man should be considered the ancestor of his own group.

A somewhat strange atmosphere permeated the handover scene. The Northern Qi Jinyiwei had no idea how to treat Sean, should he treat Sean as a hero of the country? Or the remnants of the previous dynasty? Is it the ancestor of his own people, or a retaliatory offender who must be taken seriously in the future?

After a moment of silence, the emotions flowing in everyone's blood finally gained the upper hand. The Jinyiwei, who were dressed in bright clothes and angry horses on the official road, dismounted in unison, knelt on the ground, bowed to the old man to the subordinate, and bowed in unison: "Gourmet to Lord Xiao!"

With the loud bang of salutes, a powerful and familiar force seemed to have returned to Old Man Sean's body from then on. He looked at the disciples on the official road, squinted his eyes slightly, his silver-white hair flew in the wind, his dry lips slightly opened, but he didn't say anything after all, just waved his hand lightly.

It was this feeling of waving her hand that made Fan Xian, who was observing behind her, feel anxious.

Sean stood up straight, his iron shoulders seemed to have the power to shoulder the world again.

On the other hand, the women and maids from Shangjing had already gotten on Si Lili's carriage. I don't know how they carried so many ornaments and utensils with them. They actually let Si Lili take a bath in the carriage. After a long time, the door opened lightly, and Si Lili walked off the carriage on the Microsoft embroidery pier.

Everyone's eyes lit up, but Fan Xian's eyes were slightly dimmed and immediately returned to normal.

A pair of slender jade hands were lightly hung outside the light green sleeves, and the plump curves were reflected by gorgeous clothes. The black hair was lightly tied, a simple ebony fork was placed on it, the red lips were red, the eyes were flowing, the eyebrows were as dark as the distance, and the erotic photos were all around.
Chapter completed!