Chapter 86: Upstairs, outsiders

Mrs. Song? Everyone was shocked and wondered whether Lord Tisi had a good relationship in Hangzhou City? However, the officials from all over the Supervision Bureau knew that when it comes to men and women, Fan Xian was a rare official in Kyoto who was proud of himself. At a young age, he rarely went around to provoke him. He had a reputation, so he must have thought of it.

Of course I was thinking a little bit apart. Fan Xian was just thinking about whether this Hangzhou city was like that one, with a sister-in-law named Song selling fish soup. Of course, there was no Su Di Bai Di on the West Lake here, but I don’t know if there was a Jiangnan woman who was as gentle as the West.

After traveling through the world, we finally arrived at Jiangnan where literati and poets were obsessed with. Fan Xian was also a little excited, and he clamped his legs and rushed in.

It was very simple to enter Hangzhou City. Their group had already prepared relevant road quotations and documents, pretending to be a large clan outpost from Wuzhou and going south through Hangzhou. No one could see the problem with the seal stamped on the road quotations. For the convenience of their work, the Supervision Bureau often used superb fake skills to hurt the mood of officials in government offices in various places. This matter has become a skilled job.

The group happily walked into the city along the straight road under the city gate. Fan Xian had already gotten on the carriage at this time, lifting the curtains slightly to look at the scene in Hangzhou. He saw that pedestrians on the street looked peaceful, and there was a restaurant not far away. It was just early and there was no slight scent of tempting fragrance. Just looking at the clothes and streets of Hangzhou, you know that the Jiangnan was rich, which was indeed not a false statement.

After walking for a while, a long row of extremely neat willow trees appeared in front of the convoy. It was even colder in the late winter, and there were naturally no green leaves on the willows to welcome guests. They just hung weakly like whips, but they were better in order, so the first impression was extremely strong.

Fan Xian's eyes were sharp. Looking through the layers of willow curtains, he saw the water surface blocked by this long row of willow trees.

The water is clear and soft, and the slightest traces are not stirred. In this late winter weather, the clear and clean earth smells like a clean smell. It is not the cold that is thousands of miles away, but just gentle, and it will make a flat lake ten miles away. The beautiful green mountains are hidden in the fog in the distance. Several black and gray wooden buildings rise along the lake, revealing a rich and unobtrusive smell.

This water is West Lake.

And today the edge of West Lake is a bit lively.

By the side of West Lake, he folds willows and gives green plums. These are two blind poems written by Fan Xian in elementary school in his previous life. In that life, he had a natural yearning for Hangzhou. He always felt that West Lake could be so beautiful and how could there be so many celebrities?

But there was a classmate in the club he was involved in came from Hangzhou. He once told him that West Lake was not very good. Fan Xian, who was still called Fan Shen at that time, was a little dissatisfied, but he never had the opportunity to really go to Hangzhou to get close to West Lake. On the one hand, it was because he got sick later. The main reason was that the housing prices in Hangzhou were really expensive in that lifetime.

The upstairs by the West Lake are the highest-end restaurants in Hangzhou. The green banners are swaying outside the building. The green trees are shaking, and a large green ping can be used to spread books. The green woods in the building are tables, the blue clothes are the waiter in the green, and the Qing Gongren sings songs... It's really a pleasure. Unfortunately, it's winter now, the green banners are frozen and the trunks are yellow. The ordinary people on the Qing Gongren are fighting. The Qing Gongren is still singing songs, but they are not good enough to wear only a veil, so the taste is naturally much weaker.

Fan Xian sat on the table by the railing, looking out at the lake through the gap between the wind-blocking bamboo curtains outside the railing, a little disappointed. Song Sao naturally had no fish soup, Dongpo pork, beggar chicken... there was not even water shield soup! Fortunately, Longjing shrimp still existed. Otherwise, he would have turned around and left in depression.

Without Lei Feng Tower and Broken Bridge, this West Lake...is it still the West Lake in his mind? He picked up a small wine cup as thick as three fingers. He drank it all with a whisper, feeling indescribable.

In fact, he is too harsh. The dishes in Hangzhou are light and comfortable, which is very different from those of Kyoto and is quite famous in Qingguo.

There were three tables in the compartment. Except for the two guards guarding the door, the rest of the land, regardless of master or servant, no matter their wealth, were ordered by Fan Xian to sit down and eat there in a muffled voice. They didn't know whether it was saliva or the sound of soup falling on the table. Judging from the way these people eat, although there were hunger problems caused by a long journey, it also showed that the dishes on the upstairs were indeed made with two brushes.

This scene is a bit terrifying. A large group of people were eating vegetables silently and fiercely. Two guards at the door were swallowing, and only Fan Xian was still leisurely holding a wine glass and leaning against the railing to watch the scenery.

Pull up the wind-proof bamboo curtain outside the railing a little, and the light suddenly became bright. The water of the winter lake came into view. The wind blew into the building, blowing away the aroma of dishes floating in the compartment.

At the same time, Zhen Tianjie's cheer came from the large bluestone plaza by the lakeside of Louwai Lake!

The cheers sneaked into the building with the wind, which attracted many diners standing against the railings upstairs to sing in unison. For a while, the crowds of people were in full swing, and they couldn't tell the excitement.

Only this compartment was still quiet. Fan Xian leaned against the railing and watched, drank another cup, and a smile appeared on his face, not very surprised.

His subordinates raised their heads by the countless cheers. Knowing that the competition downstairs had reached a critical point, they did not rush to the railing to watch. Instead, they lowered their heads again and began to deal with the delicious food on the table.

Fan Xian looked at his subordinates and felt a little strange. Even if you are proud and think that these warriors in the world can't help but kill you, but everyone among the same people always have the interest to learn about it, right?

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Sisi and the girls who had just been bought were even more afraid of this kind of fighting and killing scene. They sat honestly at the table next to them and would not come.

Only the third prince was the one behind the scenes of the tournament in Hangzhou. I don’t know how many methods he used to make Fan Xian agree to himself. He was not willing to miss it. He was holding a plate of raw eel slices in his hand, holding chopsticks in one hand, and looking at the two people fighting on Qingping, Louwai with great interest, winking and excited.

Fan Xian glanced at him, frowned and said softly, "Your Highness, is it so delicious?"

The third prince was a little annoyed and delayed his viewing. He gave him a blank look and said, "This is not allowed in the palace."

After being stunned, Fan Xian immediately remembered that there are rules for the diet of the palace. Things like eels that are rare in the north and cannot be offered for all seasons and look ugly are difficult to enter the imperial chef's eye. He smiled self-deprecatingly and looked downstairs with the third brother's eyes. Subconsciously spoke to explain to the children.

"The person who used the sword was the descendant of Longhu Mountain, Jiangnan. Judging from this, he was at least a seventh-grade master. Unfortunately, his wrist strength was a little insufficient. His master heard that he was a scholar back then, and his basic skills were not good, and his bad habits were passed on to future generations."

"The person who fought with him is more famous, his surname is Lu Sisi. Don't look at me, he is just a woman. She is an apprentice of Yun Zhilan in Dongyi City, and she is considered a female disciple of Sigujian. She is a famous family and is naturally extraordinary. I see that swordsman from Longhu Mountain will be waiting for a few eyes to be killed for a while."

"Teacher... Yun Zhilan?" The third prince stopped at his mouth with a slice of chopsticks and eels. Even a child, he had heard of this name. Yun Zhilan was the disciple of Dongyi Sigu Jian. He had already reached the ninth rank and was actually a master of swordsmanship in the world. Last year, the Dongyi delegation visited Qingguo and led the leader.

"I heard that he has also come to Jiangnan. In addition to cheering up his favorite female apprentice," Fan Xian said after thinking about it, "I think it's related to the Ming family."

Dongyi City has always had a good relationship with the eldest princess, but its relationship with Fan Xian has always been bad. Although the two sides did not have much direct contact, there was no one knowing how many times the indirect confrontation happened. But the only confrontation has already made him have an extremely difficult hatred with the other party.

He killed two female apprentices in Yun Zhilan on Niulan Street.

Fortunately, Fei Jie was very proud and went to Dongyi City in person. He sold out all the face he had treated Sigu Jian, which was in exchange for the promise that the Dongyi lineage would not come to cause trouble for Fan Xian. Otherwise, with the passionate and impulsive nature of the Dongyi people, Fan Xian would have lived so comfortably in the past two years.

You should know that Sigujian monster, but even the Emperor of Qing Kingdom dared to assassinate the madman.

There are not many people on the Qingshiping. There is a large bamboo shed on the one side of Chaohu. In the shed are several respected senior figures. In the middle is an official from Jiangnan Road. Xia Qifei from Jiangnan Water Village is sitting on the farthest side. He is young and has insufficient seniority in the Jiangnan martial arts world. Today, there are also an inconspicuous official from the Supervision Bureau, but only Fan Xian recognizes his identity.

The Jiangnan martial arts event has been held for half a day. The martial arts competition on Qingshiping has changed several rounds, with fists and swords coming and going, which is very lively. Fortunately, there was no life for several battles. Under the eyes of the court officials, the Jianghu people will always be a little afraid. In short, the martial arts conference was finally held into a successful and victorious conference. The Jianghu people have gained reputation, some have obtained rare opportunities to show their faces, and some have gained some flashy martial arts experience.

Fan Xian looked at this scene coldly and recalled the novel from his previous life with ease - Jianghu is a corner of the country? The so-called Jianghu on the bluestone plaza in front of him is afraid that even a corner of it is just a lace in the country.

However, there were a few faint worries on his face. After watching for a long time, he found that although these masters in the martial arts world did not show their ability or fought with their lives, there were indeed some real strong men. Take the swordsmen of Longhu Mountain for example. In front of the Dongyi City lineage, they were not at all inferior. It was probably because of the name of Sigu Sword, and then they took a step back.

The real masters have not come forward, and those who have come forward are already very good. Behind these people, there are shadows of wealthy families or government officials. If some people are interested in gathering these forces, Fan Xian will also feel a little headache - no wonder the court has always been very strict with this area. It seems that His Majesty also knows that the military force among the people must maintain a consistent deterrence force, and at the same time use the light of the court to absorb the other party.

Fan Xian knew that he was still very proud after all. Xia Qifei was right. There were really heroes among the grassroots, but under the strong military pressure of Emperor Qing for twenty years, there was no chance to display it.

"Where is Yun Zhilan?" The third prince was looking for the crowd downstairs curiously, without noticing that Fan Xian was a little lost.

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "He has a different identity. Of course, he is impatient to sit with the old men and court officials in the straw hut. Who knows where he is hiding at this time."

Speaking of which, in the palace two years ago, Fan Xian was still stabbed by Yun Zhilan's Rujian's gaze, but he was thick-skinned and dark-hearted, and knew that the other party could not treat him, so he was willing to accept it.

At this time, his eyes were patrolling around the downstairs, but he did not find any trace of the swordsman, and he felt a little worried. He was not worried about himself, but about whether the shadow assassin would act without his permission.

Chen Pingping once said that the grudge between Shadow and Sigu Jian, the kind of hatred that penetrated into the bones, cannot be suppressed by official duties, especially this time, Yun Zhilan disguised himself in Jiangnan and did not take the official path. Shadow wanted to kill him, which was the best opportunity.

But today, there are many experts on the banks of West Lake. There are many officials. If a ninth-grade battle broke out in front of everyone, everyone will have good luck, but the impact will be a bit too bad.

Fan Xian thought by the railing, constantly thinking in his heart. Yun Zhilan obviously came to Hangzhou because of this broken meeting, but of course he came because of himself. Xinyang was transporting goods to Dongyi City. Sigujian had to protect the Ming family no matter what. If he wanted to move the Ming family, he would probably have to find out the swordsman hidden in the dark first.

At this moment, the official in the bamboo shed downstairs stood up, walked to the stone plaza and bowed, and said gently: "Today, when I saw all the heroes performing martial arts, I couldn't help but feel moved. My Daqing Dynasty is indeed a heroic place, and there are many heroes among the people. I hope you will still practice martial arts diligently in the future, and one day you can open up the territory of the Daqing Dynasty on the battlefield, achieve great fame and fortune, and it is just around the corner to glorify your ancestors."

The official laughed and said, "I am not afraid of all the heroes' jokes. I am a scholar who is powerless and has envy in the martial arts. I wish I could learn a few tricks from you. In the future, I would also like to get a horse and kill the thief and earn some face for Your Majesty."

The people on the marching and lakes laughed when they heard this. They thought that the official was polite and had some fun in his words. Originally, there were more hawks and dogs from the court staring at the side for no reason. The people on the marching and lakes were all a little angry, but when they heard the official say this, some people thought that this is indeed the case. If you learn good martial arts, you will eventually sell it to the imperial family...

Although he is free and free in the world, he is also very easy to expand. He can still gain both fame and fortune if he is not able to serve the army. His Majesty the Emperor has always had great martial arts. After all these years of peace, there will always be local wars in the future, and military merits will always be earned.

But after all, there are still a few people who think so. Most of the noble and free people who stand outside the square and are not in the same way naturally scoff at the officials of the court. Someone said sarcastically: "There are many heroes in the people, but they are not necessarily all heroes in our Daqing Dynasty. There were not many swordsmen from Dongyi City before? Did the master also advise them to join the army and fight back to Dongyi City in the future?"

Fan Xian listened upstairs, Ben admired the well-behaved official of Jiangnan Road. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing and cursed softly: "Holly's mouth."

The third prince said hatefully: "It's all a mess of troublemakers. The teacher said it's right. It's really meaningless and shouldn't have come to see you at all."

But I heard the official on Qingshiping say calmly: "The way of civil and military affairs is no distinction between national boundaries. The scholars of our dynasty once participated in the imperial examinations in Daqi in the past, and now they are also in the court to serve as ministers. Everyone knows that Mr. Sigujian of Dongyi City is a master of his generation, and his disciples are naturally extraordinary. These people come to participate in the grand event, which is also a blessing for my Daqing Dynasty. If everyone in Dongyi City is willing to serve my Daqing court, the court will naturally not refuse."

He laughed at himself, coughed twice and said, "Of course, I have been in good faith with Dongyicheng for generations. What the gentleman said before is impossible."

The man from the sarcastic world laughed when he heard this: "There are many small countries in the world, but if you really want to fight a war, only the Northern Qi and Dongyi are worthy of being our opponents. The Lord said that fighting Dongyi would not happen. Could it be that he wanted to attack Northern Qi?"

Everyone was upset, and some old-age people couldn't help but glared at the man, thinking that if you don't fight with the official, you're just talking clearly. Why do you have to insist on it? Everyone looked at the man who was speaking in a sarcastic manner, but they felt that he was a little disgusted, unlike a famous figure who was mingling in the martial arts world in Jiangnan.

Fan Xian, who was listening silently upstairs, also felt a little strange, but couldn't understand what the strangeness was.

The official from Jiangnan Road on the square pond pondered for a moment, and suddenly smiled and said, "This gentleman is right, but except for the prosperity of our Central Plains, the world is not peaceful. So he said that the barbarians in the west have begun to move again recently. Have you heard of it?"

He threw out an unverified news to calm the crowd in the field, and then he said with a smile: "The court and Northern Qi exchanged letters of the country last year, and the marriage will be completed. The friendship will surely be forever. How could the army be raised as the teacher said?"

The man in the martial arts world was silent for a moment, and then he said, "As long as the people of Qing think so, that's fine, Lord Xie resolved his doubts." After saying this, he retreated to the crowd behind him.

This sentence reveals his identity. It turns out that he is from Qi!

There was a slight uproar in the field, but the martial arts association was originally unlimited. If Dongyi City could send people to participate, the Northern Qi people could do it, so no one could say anything.

Fan Xian frowned and stood up, with a clear light in his eyes. He searched carefully in the crowd downstairs, but his eyes did not stare at the Northern Qi man surrounded by the crowd and discussed it privately. He didn't know what he was looking for.

The corner of the floor where he was located was relatively slanted, with a little hidden by winter trees and a bamboo curtain, so the people downstairs did not notice him and only regarded him as a diner who watched the fun.

The official's face changed slightly, and he didn't seem to have expected that the person who asked the question before was a Northern Qi. After a moment of pause, he said with a hint of indifference and contempt: "It is true that the three kingdoms are in good terms, but this gentleman who came from the north... had not seen you before, but I only realized it at this time. It turns out that friends in Northern Qi all like the scriptures, and their confidence in this area is indeed a bit lacking."

As soon as this was said, the people of Qing and Dongyi on the Ping laughed loudly. Although the Northern Qi Dynasty was just like Nanqing, it was founded in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It was too old-fashioned and sour, and the people of the country often followed the path of perseverance. In comparison, the martial arts style was indeed not strong. There was a weak impression in the hearts of the people all over the world.

Although there was a great master Ku He in Northern Qi, he was determined to practice in the heaven and the world. After walking in the world for a while, there was also a hero named Uesugi Hu who was placed in the cold northern area by the Northern Qi court. Now he was recalled to the capital and placed under house arrest in the mansion without being valued. Therefore, the people in the Jianghu really looked down on the people of Northern Qi in their hearts.

You should know that Dongyi City is the most ninth-grade masters in the world. When it comes to martial arts, there are naturally a natural confidence. The Qing Kingdom is still martial, with famous generals and powerful generals, and the Qin and Ye families are countless. The martial arts masters occupy two great masters, and there are also many ninth-grade strong men. Regardless of General Yan Xiaoyi who penetrates the clouds with one arrow, just talking about the rising Xiao Fan recently, that is an example of a martial arts genius...

In the past two years, I have known that there was a girl from Haitang in the north, but... she was a woman. People in the martial arts world prefer boys over girls more than ordinary people, and they increasingly despise the people of Northern Qi.

So when the officials said this, both the Qingguo boxers and the Dongyi swordsmen laughed loudly.

The Northern Qi man turned dark and showed a few resentment.

Fan Xian showed a strange and confusing smile on his face upstairs. He liked the Jiangnan Road official very much. He did not suppress his anger. He narrowed his eyes and looked downstairs quickly, as if he was looking for something.

Then he gently slapped the railing, clasped the edge of the green wood railing tightly, and tried a little harder, and it seemed that he felt a little more excited.

The third prince looked at him in confusion.

Fan Xian's eyes were setting at the big tree in the distance of Qingshiping. Under the tree was an ordinary woman selling flowers with a flower basket. In the cold season, I don't know where the flowers in her basket were stolen.

The woman had been facing away from this side, and had a floral scarf tied on her head, so she couldn't see her face. Just as the official in the Qingshiping spoke of humiliating Northern Qi, she turned around and took a look indifferently.

It was this time when her face fell into Fan Xian's eyes. If it wasn't Haitang, who was it?

Haitang had arrived in Jiangnan, and Fan Xian's mind began to turn quickly. The girl should have known that she was the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing. Why did she go to Jiangnan to find her as stated in the letter? Under such circumstances, she dared to hand over the Heavenly One Earthly Heart Method to herself and complete the Northern Qi plan to raise tigers?

But at this moment, there were too many things that Fan Xian had to make a decision in the flash, so he took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and continued to search for Yun Zhilan's figure downstairs.

This is a sudden opportunity, and it takes great courage to make a decision. Although Fan Xian's temperament is calm, he can't help but feel a little nervous. I don't know if Shadow can seize this opportunity. At this time, he felt very sorry that Shadow's temperament was too perverse. Otherwise, if the people from Liushidi cooperated with him, today's temporary plot, maybe the hope of success would be greater.

The woman selling flowers under the big tree over there had already walked towards Qingshiping, and a faint and fresh atmosphere spread out from her body. Immediately, the masters of the martial arts world noticed something strange in that scene.
To be continued...