Chapter 77: Leaving the Former Sex (Part 1)

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Supervision Bureau. Fan Xian got off the car and walked straight into the yard. He smiled and greeted the officials he met along the way. This was the first time he came to the yard after the "rumor" riot, so he found that the eyes of the officials in the yard were normal and hot.

In fact, many lower-level officials do not know who Ye Qingmei is, but if you look at those lines of golden light every day, the name below that looks down on the world's bearded will always give rise to a sense of familiarity and intimacy like a family member over time.

With Chen Pingping's intentional or unintentional indulgence on propaganda, the leaders of the Eight Great Directors, Zong Zhui and the old guys began to promote to their subordinates what kind of business the Ye family was, and what did the Ye family do for the Supervision Bureau, and finally raised this theoretical height to--there would be no Supervision Bureau without the Ye family.

After all, the Ye family was charged with rebellion, so when they first heard their superiors boasting about the Ye family, the officials of the Supervision Bureau were worried, but they found that the court did not seem to be afraid of this, and Fan Tisi's other identity was also very interesting - so everyone began to be interested in knowing some details of that year.

After several brainwashings, the staff in the yard felt very intimate about the Ye family back then, and they felt a sense of friendship between military and civilians. Now they know that Fan Tisi is the biological son of the name on the stone tablet. Looking at Fan Tisi's eyes, there is a little more true respect and intimacy than before, in addition to the usual respect.

No wonder the old dean would do his best to let this seemingly weak young man take over the supervisory office in the future.

Whether it is officials or the people of Qing, they actually pay attention to it for granted. Now Fan Xian has gradually shown strength and sufficient wisdom in the affairs of the hospital. With the descendants of the Ye family, who cannot be known but well-known, it will be of great help to him fully control the Supervisory Office. At least the doubts in the hearts of the people have basically been eliminated.

Fan Xian had no time to take this opportunity today to subdue thousands of officials in the courtyard. He hurriedly walked to the large stadium surrounded by Fangzheng Building. Today, the winter snow was deserted, the spring breeze was far away, the tall trees were sad and unclothed, and the shallow pond was frozen like a mirror. The fish inside were probably dead long ago.

Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair surrounded by thick fur. Listening to the crying and graceful singing beside her, her eyes slightly closed, and her right hand gently hit the beat on the handle of the wheelchair, da da da da da da da da da da da da da.

This scene easily reminds Fan Xian of some old men in a certain world who like to sit on the shabby rattan chair. The afternoon sun slipped into the alley, and the old Shanghai records were playing in the ancient phonograph. Yao Li or Bai Hong's soft but moist song, and she was entangled with the sunshine...

But the problem is that Chen Pingping is not Li Jinguang, and he doesn't listen to phonographs. The old man's level is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Fan Xian didn't have time to appreciate the old lame boy's feudal bourgeoisie, and looked at Miss Sang Wen, who was standing under the dead trees in the middle of the winter, singing a little song. Her face was a little red when she was frozen. But her voice did not tremble. I don't know if it was because she was used to singing in the cold weather these days, or if her singing skills were indeed amazing.

"It's a waste of resources." Fan Xian waved his hand and asked Sang Wen to stop, and said with a smile: "I invited Miss Sang to the hospital because I wanted to rely on her ability, rather than letting her sing music for you."

Chen Pingping opened her eyes and said with a smile: "The division of labor is different, but they are all serving the court. If Miss Sang can make me feel happy, living for two more years will be much better than following you."

Fan Xian's heart moved and knew what Chen Pingping meant. It seemed that he knew that his body would not be delayed for too long.

"I'm leaving soon." He gently patted Chen Pingping's wrinkles and dry hair on the back of her hands, "I want to take Sang Wen away. Baoyuelou is going to develop towards Jiangnan."

"She will leave again in spring." Chen Pingping sighed: "It's better to have a look after you go with the Third Prince."

Fan Xian was very annoyed. Why did he almost forget the third brother's code?

Sang Wen was blessed with a good fortune, and then he and Su Wenmao left far away, leaving space for the two powerful ministers of the Supervisory Council, both old and young, to speak.

As far away, I couldn't hear what Chen Pingping and Fan Xian were saying. I just watched Fan Xian squatting on the ground, and his face seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. After a little silence, Chen Pingping laughed again and patted Fan Xian's head gently, as if comforting him.

"Let's go." Fan Xian said to Su Wenmao, then looked at Sang Wen next to him. Sang Wen was rescued by him and transferred directly to the Supervision Bureau. He was also considered a person he could trust. However, in recent days, Sang Wen had basically no chance to follow him, but instead sang a small song for Chen Pingping every day.

"Miss Sang has had a good time recently?" Fan Xian asked.

Sang Wen smiled gently, his slightly fat cheeks looked very happy, and his slightly big mouth was not very dazzling. He said in a harmonious voice: "There is nothing else to do every day, just sing some songs for the old man, which is very relaxing."

"Very good." Fan Xian said with a smile: "According to the dean's words, you will go to Jiangnan again in a few months, this period of time..."

He suddenly paused and said in a harmonious voice: "You are by the dean, make him happier."

The carriage was parked at the gate of the Supervisory Office and was about to go to the direction of the 228lipo. The emperor set the date for Fan Xian to get out of Beijing too close and too little time, which caught Fan Xian off guard for a while. There were many things that had to be arranged before leaving Beijing, so he had to handle them within these days, so he seemed particularly busy today.

Gundam and three other tiger guards were still not on the carriage, and Fan Xian always did not trust these personal bodyguards enough.

Fan Xian waited for a while, and then Su Wenmao got into the car, rubbed his red hands, and lowered his voice and said, "There are archives of the palace gates in three places. Eunuch Yao went to the suburbs of Beijing. This matter was not kept secret, so the palace did not order the discharge of the hospital."

"What are Lao Yao doing in the suburbs of Beijing?" Fan Xian asked curiously.

Su Wenmao put his palm across his throat and made a hand gesture of cutting his throat: "The little eunuch in the assassin of the Hanging Temple last time... her adoptive parents were in a village in the suburbs of Beijing. Eunuch Yao went to deal with this matter and took the guards away."

Fan Xian frowned, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Assassination of the Lord, the little eunuch, never considered the consequences, never thought about... Regardless of whether he could succeed, the relatives in the village would be killed."

The carriage slowly moved.

Su Wenmao looked at Lord Tisi's face with a little hesitant expression, and he didn't understand why. Assassination was a serious crime of corruption. This time, the palace had already controlled the scope of the land and the nine tribes that did not implicate the little eunuch were considered benevolent.

"Sir, kind. But you can't let go of this kind." Su Wenmao explained: "It's just dozens of people who died."

Fan Xian is not a hypocritical person, and his discomfort is another reason to feel uncomfortable, and said, "I just hate the little eunuch for revenge, but he does not care about the kindness of his adoptive father and mother."

Su Wenmao was surprised and said after a moment: "To say something ruthless, the revenge of killing his father is irreconcilable. The little eunuch should naturally be cut into pieces. His bones and ashes were crushed, but no one found it surprising to him to choose this way."

Fan Xian was silent and sneered in his heart. Qingguo was the emperor. He emphasized filial piety to govern the world. In Qinglu, the relatives and relatives could be found guilty. He suddenly felt disgusted between his eyebrows, but he could not say this to anyone around him. When he thought of the little eunuch who avenged his father, he gave up his hard work and threw his adoptive parents to death, and he realized that this was such a shit-like logic.

The twenty-eight-li slope arrived, and the carriage went in along the long street. The bright shop door panels on the street, which were painted by varnish, seemed to be welcoming Fan Xian. Before the car arrived in front of Qingyu Hall, Su Wenmao had time to hand in the prayer, he heard a few squeaks. This huge courtyard, the middle door that had not been opened for a long time, opened without any scruples to welcome someone's arrival.

The seventeen shopkeepers of Qingyu Hall were not in their own hut today, nor did they settle accounts in the royal palaces and houses everywhere, but stood at the door to greet them in an extremely neat manner. Seeing Fan Tisi get out of the car, the seventeen people knelt on the ground and gave a big gift.

Fan Xian quickly asked the shopkeepers to get up, glanced at the acquaintance who was ranked seventh. He nodded with a smile.

Manager Ye is nearly fifty years old this year, with soft eyebrows and eyes. He knows that outside the door is not a place to speak, and he doesn't know how this young master dares to come in broad daylight - but he still remains calm, pulls his hand and invites Fan Xian into the hall to sit down, and a servant goes to greet the people next to him. But Gao Da and the other two shook their heads, loyal to His Majesty's strict orders, and are inseparable from Fan Xian.

Fan Xian signaled Ye Dawubian with his eyes, and then he entered the central hall. After sitting down, he ordered Gao Da and the other two to guard outside the door.

At this time, there were no outsiders in the hall, and the seventeen shopkeepers were a little scared, a little excited. Now it was rumored outside that the young official in front of him was a descendant of the Ye family... the daughter's biological son! Oh my God, if this matter was true, then Fan Tisi would definitely have something important to say. But Fan Xian was in the upper hand at this time. If he refused to admit his identity, the shopkeepers in Qingyu Hall would not have the courage to hold their thighs and cry seriously.

Fortunately, Fan Xian did not allow this silence to last for too long. After pondering for a moment, he said, "An Zhi came today for the thing a year and a half ago."

The shopkeeper Ye didn't expect that what Mr. Xiao Fan said was, and he was a little surprised and looked at the other party in a daze.

Fan Xian explained with a smile: "At that time, I wanted my younger brother Sizhe to join the shopkeeper's door, but the shopkeeper was busy with noble people. I kept looking at the notice and asked my second brother to come to the door with bacon. Now my unsatisfied younger brother doesn't know where to stay, so naturally I don't need to mention this matter. But the shopkeeper, don't tell me about another matter, you have forgotten."

How can Ye Da forget it?

On that day, Fan Xian secretly pointed out that he would take charge of the inner treasury in the future and came to seek help from Qingyutang, promising the possibility of his people leaving Beijing. Fan Xian's proposal made the deacons in the entire Qingyutang very excited. If they could leave Kyoto and get closer to the industry left by the lady back then, these shopkeepers were of course happy, but they were always intimidated by the power of the emperor. Moreover, they did not dare to judge whether Fan Xian had the ability to persuade the palace. The most important thing is that they did not know what Fan Xian's purpose was and what thoughts they had, so they did not take the initiative to give Fan Xian an explanation afterwards.

But who knew that the changes in the times were so wonderful. First of all, Fan Xian suddenly rose in this year and a half and became the most popular young powerful minister in Qingguo. It was a foregone conclusion that he was in charge of the inner treasury... Now there are rumors that he is the son of the young lady.

If this matter is true, then the reason why Fan Xian gathered Qingyutang is very obvious.

The shopkeeper Ye coughed twice, and said with a serious look on his face: "Sir, we are naturally very willing... but I don't know if the palace will allow it." Now he no longer doubts Fan Xian's mind, but still doubts Fan Xian's ability.

Fan Xian smiled and nodded.

A buzzing sound in the hall exploded, and the seventeen shopkeepers in a serious manner showed shock and endless joy. Since the Ye family collapsed, they have been under house arrest in Kyoto and have been unable to leave. After hearing such good news, how could they control themselves?

Fan Xian took a sip of tea and looked at the innocent smiles of these shopkeepers in their forties and fifties, and showed a very sincere smile on their faces. Because of their mothers, these people were in Kyoto and could not be beaten. It is really great to be able to do something for them now.

"Of course, we can't go all of them." Fan Xian reminded: "Family family members should also stay in Beijing." The shopkeepers who were crying happily were stunned, and listened to him continue, "After going to Jiangnan, come on the turn, just take a vacation. What do you think?"

Only then did everyone realize that Mr. Xiao Fan was telling a stubborn joke. He was shocked and laughed out loud.

Fan Xian reminded you a few more words, encouraging you to think about the holy grace and contribute to the court. This nonsense is naturally said to the Huwei outside the door, and then said softly: "Shopkeeper Qiye is going to go with me this time. As for the rest, please discuss it yourself... However, you have to leave an older person in Kyoto."

Qiye was standing beside him at this time and frowned and asked.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "There will be no one in Baoyue Tower soon. You have to take care of me. If you are so ecstatic, you have to ask an old and virtuous person to preside over the presidency."

It was another cold joke, but the shopkeepers could only smile with bitter faces and respond to the situation. After a long time, the laughter finally calmed down, but there was no way to feel a little different emotions in the hall.

In fact, the shopkeepers did not listen to what Fan Xian said carefully, but were just looking at his appearance seriously, trying to find some familiar places from above. Although Fan Xian came today, although he did not explain, what he did had already explained too much. Including the shopkeeper Ye, he had long believed that the other party was really a descendant of the Ye family.

In the silence, the shopkeeper Ye Da was present, and the other thirteen shopkeepers stood behind him in two rows. They raised their fronts and knelt down neatly.
Chapter completed!