Chapter 76: There is joy

"How should I reply to adults?"

This is a very critical point. Fan Xian didn't know how Yan Bingyun contacted these secret whistles at the beginning, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He just said softly: "In two months, there should be no specific executor to come to Beijing, but I will temporarily assign someone to be responsible for contacting you."

The old shopkeeper was a little worried and said, "Please be careful. Although the Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty was far from comparable to the Tiqi of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the past twenty years since Sean was arrested, in the enemy country, subordinates always have to consider the children below."

Fan Xian nodded. This is why the Supervision Bureau did not dare to take the risk of going north to contact these "orphans" after a year. He whispered: "Don't worry, the person I was looking for is the most unlikely guy in the yard to be followed."

There is no doubt that he is talking about Wang Qinian, a strange talent that he only knows how to follow others in his life but has never been truly embellished with.

You can't stay in this place for a long time. After saying a few words, Fan Xian was about to get up and leave. Before leaving, he suddenly said, "Change the code of the connector."

"Yes, sir." The old shopkeeper was slightly hunched.

"One three one four five two seven seven seven seven seven seven seven."

"Yes, sir." The old shopkeeper repeated this seemingly irregular number, without any mistakes.

Fan Xian nodded, a little satisfied, then went back to the front hall and bowed to the old shopkeeper like a businessman, but he had not forgotten to carry the two pots of tung oil in his hand. After seeing the merchant going out, the young man said with a slight interest: "Boss, are you preparing to get sesame oil so early?"

The old shopkeeper looked at the only guy in the store and smiled and said, "Yes, there is a big business."

The guy thought to himself, could his own bad oil shop be like the oil merchants in Dongyi City do big business with a few ships? A business worth a few hundred pounds is called a big business, and the young man could not help but look down on the old shopkeeper and be unintentional.

On the way, Fan Xian carefully disposes the oil in his hands, and dares not give it to the beggars on the street, and dares not throw it away, because the key principle of the spies in the Supervision Bureau is that they cannot underestimate the enemy's abilities. Although Shen Chong, the commander of the Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty, did not seem to be very powerful in the brothel that rainy night, Fan Xian knew that it was definitely just a disguised appearance.

After disposing of the oil pot very cleanly, Fan Xian embarked on the road back to the mission. At this time, the sky was dark and pedestrians were gradually becoming scarce. When passing the arch bridge on the Yuquan River in Shangjing, Fan Xian rubbed his face with his hands a few times in the canopy. He wiped off all the powder and rouge from the lady's house, and squeezed it into a small ball of yellow and red powder in his palm.

His palm gently touched the lion on the stone arch bridge, and the powder in the palm fell down, quietly mixing with the river water under the bridge, and no one could find any trace again.

When he turned from the side of a residential house, Fan Xian had recovered his true colors, took off his rain hat, and flipped his long clothes. Just like when he broke up with Miss Haitang, his face was pretty and elegant.

He returned to the mission swaggeringly. The Jinyiwei, who had drunk a lot of tea from the other courtyard, looked at him with a strange look. Fan Xian knew that the news of the three nails being killed must have reached Shen Chong's ears, but the Jinyiwei could only suffer this loss. As for when he could get back, it was not within Fan Xian's consideration.

In the quietest courtyard in the villa, under the long eaves, Yan Bingyun was half lying on a short couch, which was filled with soft brocade quilts. Although Fan Xian had healed his injuries, the torture he suffered over the past year could not recover in a short time. His body was injured everywhere. He could not withstand the strong touch, so Fan Xian thought of a way to bury him in the cotton pile. Fortunately, the weather was not too hot recently.

Although he knew that the indifferent Northern spy leader was exhausted physically and mentally and urgently needed to recuperate, Fan Xian was still ashamed to disturb him, because in the last days of Northern Qi, he had to use the means of Yan Bingyun.

After briefly explaining today's situation, Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian's eyes with a gloomy and said softly: "I hope there is no trace of my lord, otherwise all of my subordinates will be pulled up. Even if you are the tutor in the hospital, I will definitely participate in you."

Fan Xian shook his head: "I know that the power in your hands is far more than this line. Although the single-line connection is safe, it is too efficient. You have to find a way to move the other aspects, but I probably don't have time to deal with it. I'm going to hand it over to Wang Qinian to contact you. I don't know what you think of this proposal."

A strange look flashed in Yan Bingyun's eyes. The youngest senior official in the courtyard in front of him can only be said to behave properly these days. His biggest advantage is that he is good at listening to his own opinions, but today he will actually tell the northern network in one sentence. It seems that the other party does have some ability.

"I don't worry Wang Qinian..." He said after thinking for a while: "The first group of people in the yard lurking in the north are one of them."

Fan Xian was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Wang Qinian had done this before. He listened to Yan Bingyun saying: "According to the adult plan, we will cooperate with Uesugi to dig out the place where Sean is, but I don't want the people in the yard to get too deep."

Fan Xian agreed to his request, knowing that he did not want the people lurking in the north to make too much sacrifice because of the struggle within the court, and agreed: "Don't worry, I will be responsible."

Yan Bingyun frowned and said, "Usugi Tsuki is a lion. Unfortunately, he can't find a place to borrow power in the deep sea of ​​Shangjing, so he seeks the help of the eldest princess. As a minister, it is natural for you and I to do things according to the eldest princess's wishes, but you have to master the right measure... I believe that when Uesgi Tsuki takes action to save Sean, it is the day when the Queen Mother and Shen Zhong clear the forces in the army."

Fan Xian knew that the indifferent-looking official of the Supervision Bureau guessed what he wanted to do, and would not say a word, but just said softly: "This is exactly what I hope to see. I will not underestimate Shen Zhong's monitoring ability for Shangjing... Let them fight, anyway, there will be no harm to our Qingguo."

After leaving the backyard, Fan Xian found Wang Qinian and distributed the task. Wang Qinian remembered the string of numbers clearly, knowing that these days later, he would have to take on this dangerous and important job. He was not the old shopkeeper of the oil shop, he was Fan Xian's confidant, so he plucked up his courage and asked, "One, 13, 14, 52, 777... Sir, these string of numbers seem to represent something."

"I love money, money, money, money, and money for the rest of my life." Fan Xian smiled. In Danzhou's local dialect, the pronunciation of Qian and Qi is extremely similar.

The old shopkeeper of the oil shop has been doing well these days, and has sold a few more barrels of oil. A news lurking in the dark began to flow around the North Division spies line that had been silent for a year. It didn't take long for those spies disguised as ordinary people in the Northern Qi Dynasty to receive the first task a year later.

The information began to be fed back through various channels, summarized through several breakpoints online, and finally sent to the oil store of Zhangjiadian.

At the same time, the Nanqing delegation held several banquets and increased their alcohol use a lot. Naturally, the shopkeeper Sheng from Xiushui Street also went to the delegation's courtyard for a few more trips and patted Fan Zhengqi's flattery a few more times. I believe he also got the information that Xinyang and Uesugi had always wanted from Fan Xian.

He processed a lot of information in the center, selected useful information to analyze it, and finally came to a relatively accurate conclusion, Yan Bingyun. In the past few days, the sound of him coughing often came from the backyard.

Fan Xian didn't have much to do. After all, he was the main envoy of the mission. Drinking and welcoming and seeing off the trip was the right way. On this day, he entered the palace with the company of Miss Haitang. Haitang told him a few days ago that the Empress Dowager invited him to the palace to discuss important matters.

Drinking was a happy thing for Fan Xian, and drinking with the empress dowager who still had charm in the enemy country was not a depressing thing. But when Fan Xian returned to the mission, all the officials and subordinates knew that he was in a bad mood today, but no one knew why.

In the room, Fan Xian looked at Lin Jing coldly and asked, "Am I a regular mission or Lord Lin a regular mission?"

Lin Jing was very uneasy and responded nervously: "Why did Lord Fan say this? The mission naturally only followed Master Fan's leader."

"Okay, okay." Fan Xian chuckled twice and cursed, "Neach Lord Lin, let me tell me why when I entered the palace today, the empress dowager actually said that the grand duke of Northern Qi mainly married the eldest prince of this dynasty. What a big deal! Why has the envoy not known about this until now? You have arranged the princess' marriage these days in Taichang Temple in Honglu Temple. I realized that I would still have to send a bride when I return!"

Lin Jingda breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was the case, and replied with a smile: "Sir, don't blame Xiaguan and Lin Wen for this. The mission just transferred the letter from the Empress Dowager Feng to the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi. How could we, the two women, decided on the marriage of their children in the letter. When this matter was spread from the palace, what else can we say? This matter was originally intended to be notified, but the umpire was often not in the mission a few days ago, so we missed some time."
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