Yan Bingyun, who has always maintained an inhuman coldness and calmness, is indeed an extremely excellent spy officer, but the anger that erupted at this moment proves his power and control ability as the chief of the secret spy in Qing State stationed in Northern Qi. Faced with the angry flames shot out in the prisoner's eyes, even Fan Xian subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

Yan Bingyun's lips shook twice, and in an extremely low voice and extremely fast speech, like an explosion of firecrackers, he came to Fan Xian's ear and said, "Sean is still under control?"

Fan Xian shook his head and whispered: "After the fog crossed the river, he handed it over to the Jinyiwei of Northern Qi, and he probably has entered Beijing."

"Is there a way to kill him?"

"No."

"Have you asked the secret from him?"

Fan Xian was furious, and the distance between Yan Bingyun was widened a little, looking at the other party quietly, and asked, "Do you know the secret in his mouth?"

Yan Bingyun looked at the young Lord Tisi in front of him, and a strange look appeared on the corner of his lips, saying, "I have been in Northern Qi for four years. Naturally, I know that the Northern Qi royal family has always been obsessed with Sean. Although I don't know the specific content of the secret,... since the Northern Qi royal family can value it so much, it must be not simple."

After a pause, Yan Bingyun suddenly said, "Do you know who Sean is?"

Fan Xian nodded and said with a smile: "I believe I am more clear than everyone."

Yan Bingyun cursed with a quick speech, "Since you know, how can you allow this kind of thing to happen?"

Fan Xian looked at the other party quietly and said slowly: "Your Majesty and the Dean are very clear. Sean is old and you are still young, so we actually took advantage of this deal."

Yan Bingyun fell into silence again. He did not expect that because of his own relationship, the Nanqing court was willing to exchange it with Sean, but this fact made the commander of the Northern spy feel a little frustrated. He was captured by the Northern Qi Jinyi, which was originally a humiliation, but now that the court has to pay such a great price, it is undoubtedly a humiliation.

He was disappointed, and his body, which was wrapped in his white robe, seemed to shrink.

Fan Xian looked at him calmly and said, "You are a smart person. Since things have become a fixed number, you must return to the south safely so that we will not lose too much."

Yan Bingyun was speechless and knew that the supervisory authority had emerged from the empty space and said the most correct nonsense.

"Three days later, I'll be waiting for you in the mission."

Fan Xian smiled and walked out side by side with Wang Qinian. With the company of Wei Hua, who was guarding the door and the deputy tutor, he got on the carriage and returned directly to the mission.

After returning to the mission, the people of Qing Kingdom gathered together to gather the things that happened these days. Then they dispersed, leaving only Fan Xian and Wang Qinian. Fan Xian fell into deep thought and did not speak for a long time.

Wang Qinian asked Xiaoyi: "Mr. Fan. What are you thinking?"

"Why did that Miss Shen appear there?" Fan Xian yawned and continued: "This may be the people of Northern Qi want to mess with us, at least they want to weaken the court's trust in Yan Bingyun."

"How could it be?" Wang Qinian was puzzled, "The court naturally knew the methods used by Lord Yan."

"Things always get complicated." Fan Xian said expressionlessly: "If someone wants to do something, this may be a gap... In addition, I still don't understand. Lao Wang, tell me why we go to see Lord Yan. He can obviously return to China, but I can't see a trace of happiness on his face?"

"Because the court paid too much to get him back to China." Wang Qinian was an old man from the Supervision Bureau. He knew more about the strange adults in the courtyard than Fan Xian, and said respectfully: "If Master Yan knew that the court would exchange Sean with him, perhaps he would choose to commit suicide by himself at the beginning of his arrest, rather than waiting until now."

Fan Xian seemed to find it difficult to understand the psychological state of these inspectors. He frowned and said, "Is it... an excellent inspector's official... really..." He thought about the words for a long time before he asked Xiaoyi: "Is it really so willing to sacrifice for the country?"

"Yes." Wang Qinian secretly glanced at Fan Xian. He found that the adult's face was a little confused, so he said respectfully: "The official admired Lord Yan very much. However, as an official of the Supervision Bureau, or a secret spy of the court, he should have been prepared to sacrifice for the country when he was admitted to the hospital. The secret spy in the hospital only believed in one sentence. For this purpose, any means and sacrifice were allowed."

"What purpose?"

"Everything is for the Qing Kingdom." Wang Qinian's face showed a hint of fanatical spirit.

Fan Xian's fingers subconsciously wrote some words on the table. Today, he first met Yan Bingyun and found that the other party had been sitting on the chair, and his sitting posture was a bit weird, like a javelin, with no other part beside the chair except his buttocks. It was not until he left that Fan Xian found that the other party's feet were locked on the chair by iron chains. There was only one explanation for Bingyun's sitting posture.

There was no part of Yan Bingyun's body that was good, but it was full of rotten flesh, so he chose this position.

"Everything is for the Qingguo?" Fan Xiandi frowned even more, "It turns out that they are all a group of idealists."

The documents of the Qing Dynasty court were sent to the mission through official channels. Naturally, there was no secret in the letter. It was just that the birthday of the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi was approaching, and the court ordered the mission to postpone the return of the country and return to the country after completing this major event.

This is not a big deal. When diplomatic exchanges between the two countries are about to meet the Queen Mother’s birthday, she always has to join in the fun. Moreover, when she is in Shangjing, Fan Xian still has some things to deal with, so he is naturally happy to stay for a few days. He just thinks that his beautiful wife and weak sister at home always have some concerns.

"On the birthday of the Empress Dowager, we represent the face of the court. This gift cannot be too shabby." Deputy Envoy Lin Jing thought, "Or what would you call here to go to Xiushui Street to stroll?"

Hearing the three words Xiushui Street, Fan Xian thought of the letter from Boss Sheng, who was selling wine, and shook his head repeatedly. The water in Shangjing was already deep enough, and the eldest princess wanted to remotely control the foreign civil turmoil in Xinyang. Fan Xian would definitely not interfere with this kind of muddy water.

"What are you giving?" Lin Jing began to have a headache about the place where the gifts were given in the palace banquet.

Fan Xian had already figured it out and waved his hand and said, "I will write a poem at that time, just put it in a little bit." This sounds arrogant, but the subordinates around him nodded repeatedly. The poet Fan Xian did not write poems. This is well-known to everyone in the world. If Fan Xian made an exception because of the birthday of the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi, this face would be greatly given.

However... Fan Xian's words are really unstoppable.

Wang Qinian began to come up with bad ideas again: "Mr. Yan's identity in Northern Qi is a talented man in Yun, and he is good at chess, piano, calligraphy and painting. His calligraphy master was born in Northern Qi and was in Northern Qi's place. A painting of a central hall could be sold for a thousand taels of silver. Mr. Fan wrote poems, Master Yan wrote in hand, and the two young and handsome figures of the Qing Kingdom took action. Why don't the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi smiled and laughed in a slight way?"

Lin Jing and Lin Wen knew that Wang Qinian was Fan Zhengzhi's confidant, and thought that this proposal was not bad. They naturally knew Lord Yan's identity now, but they felt a little weird, but they couldn't figure out where the weirdness of this proposal was.

Fan Xian giggled and scolded, "Who is Lord Yan? I am afraid that everyone in Northern Qi would want to eat his flesh and drink his blood. You actually suggested that he write a letter to the Queen Mother as a birthday gift. You are not afraid that the Queen Mother would be angry to death after opening the book, and the palace would become a late birthday."

Wang Qinian was embarrassed and realized that he was indeed absurd in his proposal. He smiled with a saliva and said, "If you can anger the Queen Mother of Northern Qi to death, this will be a good story in the courtyard."

Fan Xian was too lazy to deal with the boring and cold jokes of the middle-aged man, and he fell into deep thought. It was obvious that if Yan Bingyun returned to Qingguo safely, with the foundation he laid in Northern Qi over the past four years and his imprisonment life over the past year, Mr. Yan would immediately take up the post within the Supervision Bureau. His father Yan Ruohai was the director of every place, and the position of one place has always been waiting for him. Everyone in the hospital knew that President Chen left the position of one leader to Yan Bingyun who was still imprisoned.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will gradually start to take over everything from the Supervision Bureau. After Chen Pingping dies, Fan Xian knows very well that that day may be far away, or very close.

If Fan Xian himself wanted to firmly control the Supervisory Office, then the eight major places are the personnel he must control, which is Fan Xian's biggest weakness. Apart from the Three and Eight places, he basically has no confidants in the Supervisory Office. He originally thought that this time he went north, he could win Yan Bingyun's friendship and then gain support from Yiji and Siji, but he did not expect that when he first met, Fan Xian could clearly feel that Yan Bingyun seemed to be a little hostile to him.

Why is this? Fortunately, Yan Bingyun doesn't seem to want to hide this hostility, which makes Fan Xian feel a little relieved.

"Sir, the time is here." Wang Qinian whispered.

Fan Xian nodded, got up and left the villa. Behind him, the two brothers Lin Jing and Lin Wen looked at each other, wondering where the Lord was going today.

Outside the courtyard was the family of Changning Hou waiting, and some people in the palace had already spoken, so the Imperial Guard, who was responsible for the escort of the regiment, agreed that those in the brocaded clothes were dressed in brocade clothes, took over their work, and drove to the most prosperous Taiping Lane in the northern Qi Shangjing. It was drizzling in the sky, and the traces of the convoy were swallowed up in an instant.
Chapter completed!