Chapter 12 New Style Pavilion

The sky was dark, and the entire Kyoto was shrouded in this gloomy and solemn atmosphere. The clear and refreshing autumn air was gone. The cold rain that had lasted for three or four days not only washed away the dust from the eaves above the house, but also cleaned the bluestone slabs on the ground, but also brought the first chill in the autumn of the fifth year of Qingli.

Fan Xian rubbed his hands and sat on the second floor of Xinfeng Pavilion, his eyes shining with layers of rain curtains outside the window, looking at a yamen across the street, and looking over there, the yamen of Dali Temple. Compared with the two yamen, one side seems much quieter, but the officials of the Supervision Bureau entering and leaving the faces are calm, and they are no longer the same as they were before.

The rectification has been going on for some days. Of course, Fan Xian did not think that just by shouting a few slogans and reiterating the regulations, all the officials could be brought back. Therefore, secret self-correction, self-inspection and investigation have been underway. After ruthlessly dismantling some people's duties and sending some officials to the seven places for trial, the atmosphere of the whole place was finally reversed vigorously, and the precision-like yamen began to operate effectively.

Fan Xian was not used to sitting in the same hall, so he refused Mu Tie's idea of ​​freeing up the room. Instead, he directly opposite the door of the famous Xinfeng Pavilion in Beijing, booked a quiet room on the street. He sat here every day to eat some snacks and pass the time. At the same time, he could also ensure that if there was something wrong in one place, he could react immediately.

There was a steamer on the table in front of him. He touched about two palm-sized steamer, and there was a single bun. From this, we can see that the bun had eighteen folds with thin skin and large filling, and it was indeed not small in size. The white surface was filled with delicious oil that was about to overflow, which made people feel a little envious. He blew a lightly at the bun, and used chopsticks to pull out the longan that gathered the folds of the bun, revealing the fresh oil broth inside.

Fan Xian took a tube of wheat straw, turned his head and asked, "Do you drink soup?"

"hot."

Fan Xian smiled, opened his eyes with chopsticks, picked out the meat filling that had been soaked in the soup for a long time, and then put it in the bowl beside him with a small plate, coaxed him and said, "Dabao is the most obedient. The soup is hot. The meat is not hot, but you still have to blow it more."

Dabao was very obedient, puffing his cheeks and blowing desperately at the meat in the bowl - tiger! tiger! tiger! tiger!

Since his father-in-law resigned and returned home, the Lin Mansion became deserted. When Fan Xian was in Northern Qi, Dabao spent most of his time in the Fan Mansion. After he came back, he did not find Dabao's figure for several days. He couldn't help but be confused. After asking Wan'er, he realized that he had just returned to China, so he sent Dabao back to the Lin Mansion. Fan Xian was a little unhappy when he heard this. Although others dared not make things difficult for the Lin Mansion for his sake, the servants in the mansion were the most tricky characters. Now, there are only a few distant brothers from Wan'er who are taking care of him. How can you rest assured?

After he took over, he had been busy for many days and had no time to take care of this matter. While it rained today and there was nothing to do in Kyoto, he called Deng Ziyue to pick up Dabao from the Lin Mansion, and sat with him in the Xinfeng Pavilion, tasted the most famous bun in the restaurant, and returned home all the time.

"Stop blowing. You can eat." Fan Xian looked at his brother-in-law with a smile.

For some reason, the big treasure with an IQ like a child, listened to Fan Xian's words and quickly lowered his head and swallowed the meat filling in one bite. Seeing his anxious appearance, I didn't know if he had tasted it.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian couldn't help but remember the way Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit. He couldn't help laughing again.

Deng Ziyue sat at another table. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help feeling strange. The Qi Nian group with Fan Xian was divided into four classes to protect him in person. After Deng Ziyue took over Wang Qi Nian's local vocational department, he was even more indifferent to Fan Xian. So he knew what Fan Xian had done these days. He thought to himself that the Lord Tisi he followed was really a person who was invisible. After rectifying a trend, he had not given specific instructions for a long time. He just ate good dishes in this new style restaurant every day and listened to the songs. As Fan Tisi's identity, he was able to care so much about his dementia brother-in-law, which also surprised and admired him.

There was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and Deng Ziyue immediately woke up from his thoughts, holding Pu Dao tightly by his waist, his eyes were like eagles, staring at the stairs.

The person who came was Mu Tie. These days he was responsible for the investigation work in the office every day. He had to review those subordinates who had doubts, and at the same time he wanted to comfort and maintain everyone's morale. He also had to deal with the task that Fan Xian secretly assigned. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to visit the building. His eyes were deep and there was a trace of unhealthy gray on his black face.

Mu Tie lifted the rain hat on his head, untied his raincoat, threw it in the corner next to the room door, and carefully took out a cylinder from his arms. The cylinder was not known what material it was, but it was obviously waterproof because he pulled out the roll of paper from it and was not wet.

Fan Xian took it over and looked at it carefully, but his eyebrows gradually frowned and his face became gloomy. At the beginning of his return to the capital, he asked Deng Ziyue to check whether the ministers related to the Second Prince had any relationship with the Cui family. Later, he took one place and handed the task directly to Mu Tie, which was also a test for him.

There seemed to be no effective evidence on the scroll of paper, which was what he expected. The other party would definitely do very cleanly, but it seemed a little too clean. Could it be that the Cui family, as a big clan, had never offered some sacrifices to the Minister of Personnel and the Imperial Heavenly Prison in these years? Any abnormalities must be a demon? Fan Xian sighed in his heart and asked, "All of them are here?"

Mu Tie nodded.

Fan Xian asked again: "Did you ask anything from the second place?"

Mu Tie glanced at him and shook his head: "The second department is very cooperative now, and I only think it is the order of the court. I don't know what Lord Tisi means. Please rest assured that no one can know."

"There is no information on the second place?" Fan Xian realized that he was still holding chopsticks in his hand. He knew that he was really nervous about this matter. He smiled mockingly and put the chopsticks on the edge of the steamer. His biggest enemy is the Princess in Xinyang. No one knows when the prince will return to Kyoto, so he must confirm that after the prince and the princess gradually drifted away, who were the princesses in the court? They were all the way to the princess!

Mu Tie's tone was still respectful, but he had a little more confidence: "For the supervision of Beijing and local areas, although the Second Department is responsible for intelligence work, the source is not as good as ours, so don't worry."

Fan Xian nodded and signaled that he could leave.

After Mu Tie left, Fan Xian fell into deep thought as he looked at the densely packed small words on the case sect. The records of Cui’s bribery over the years were all related to the people of the capital in the court, and most of the officials in the court had nothing to do with him, and there was no trace of the second prince's sect. This made him feel a headache. His intuition clearly told him that there was something wrong, but he could not find something really useful from these complicated information.

Fan Xian is actually very clear that his strengths are assassination, holding power, and creating momentum. After all, under the gentleness of the surface, he only has the heart of an assassin general, not a emperor who is good at controlling and grinding people's hearts, nor is he a strategist who is good at analyzing intelligence and judging strategies - knowing what he has weaknesses and using his strengths. Fan Xian uses people and analyzes himself in this way.

Thinking of the meticulous plan in the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he couldn't help but sigh and began to miss the Wang Qinian who seemed funny but actually had a lot of ideas for him. Of course, the real trader of the plan was Yan Bingyun. Fan Xian planned to tie him to his belt after returning to Beijing. Who knew that the courtyard actually let Yan Bingyun go everywhere and let himself take charge of the same place. It has become a difficult thing to squeeze Mr. Xiao Yan's intelligence from the official perspective.

He glanced at Dabao and found that his brother-in-law was launching a final fierce attack on a bowl of mixed sauce noodles. He couldn't help but smile, picked up the white bread skin without meat filling in the steamer, reached into his bowl and wiped some meat sauce randomly, then quickly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

Dabao was stunned and found a hand passing by his bowl. It took him a long time to react. He slowly looked up at Fan Xian with a smug look on his face, shook his head with some resentment, lowered his head and started eating noodles.

The rain outside the Xinfeng Pavilion was still rushing down. The rain was extremely heavy. After it landed, it turned into countless rain and fog, which gradually blurred people's eyes and made the buildings around the street hazy. A chill landed in Kyoto with the raindrops, squirting against the group at the entrance of the Xinfeng Pavilion, hoping to get in from their necks and borrow people to keep warm.

Fan Xian put a windbreaker on Dabao's body, carefully tied the buckle on his neck, and confirmed that the cold wind would not pour in. Then he patted his shoulder with confidence and said, "Xianxian has to do something. Dabao will go back to the mansion to play with Wan'er first?"

Dabao was chewing the apple, nodding vaguely and said, "My sister is so fierce...I...Fan...Little fat plays."

Fan Xian understood what he meant, laughed, thinking to himself, if all the officials, ministers, traders, prostitutes, poets in the world could have a simple and peaceful heart like Dabao, perhaps his life would be much simpler and easier, right?

He carefully explained to Fujiko-kyo a few words, and then the carriage of the Fan Mansion followed the uncle back to the mansion. Deng Ziyue glanced at Fan Xian and asked in a deep voice: "Sir, where are you going at this time?"
Chapter completed!