Chapter 118: The Suppression Room and Suicide Documents

On the quiet Suzhou Chang Street, the clear sound of carriage wheels covered the scream in the car.

The third prince was shocked and said, "Can you still fight this lawsuit?"

"Why can't you fight?" Fan Xian smiled and said, "I'll win if I fight, but I have to fight."

After all, the third prince was only nine years old and was still a child. He became interested when he heard this and said, "Sir, let's go and watch the fun at that time. I heard that Xia Qifei's biological mother... was beaten to death by the current old lady Ming."

Fan Xian sighed: "It's a family property lawsuit, not an old murder case, it's just a clause on the Qinglu document, it's meaningless."

The third prince said curiously: "Sir, isn't it a big deal?"

"No." Fan Xian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If this is all right... Then why bother and do those tricks? I just want to drag the time, the longer the better."

The third prince sat back on the chair in depressed mood, looked at the strange street scenes flying back around, and asked subconsciously: "Where are you going if you don't go back to Huayuan at this time?"

Fan Xian looked at him and said, "Your Majesty let Your Highness learn with me, and Your Highness has always been attentive. Since Your Highness has also come out today... I will go and learn what you must learn in the future."

The third prince was stunned, not knowing what Fan Xian was talking about.

The carriage went from Xicheng to Beicheng, but did not enter the place where the men had been staying for many years. Instead, they quietly turned along an alley to the west. With the cover of the night, they were secretly alerted by the members of the Qi Nian team behind them, and got rid of the possible tracking and stalking, and disappeared into Suzhou City.

The carriage stopped outside a house. The terrain was secluded and extremely difficult to be noticed. Gundam got off the driver's seat. He held the handle of the long sword behind him, observed it coldly and carefully for a while, and clenched his fists to show safety. Fan Xian took the third prince's hand and got out of the car.

Now the six assassins who stayed with Fan Xian were all recovering from their injuries. Fan Xian was reluctant to let them die in life and death, so the current personal safety was all handed over to the Huwei and Qi Nian teams. He seemed to be more and more careful when doing things.

Walking along the quiet door hole, the third prince felt a little furrowed, and was dark all around, but he could smell a trace of fire smoke in his nose. This feeling made people feel a little creepy.

The child subconsciously grabbed Fan Xian's palm.

When I entered the house, I turned to another room, but there was a bedroom, and there was a large bed dressing table... and there was even a couple sleeping on the bed!

The third prince opened his mouth wide and did not make any sound for a long time. He thought to himself, which one was playing? Fan Xian was slightly stunned and looked back at the official of the Supervision Office who was leading the way.

The official's expression remained unchanged and walked straight to the edge of the bed. When he pulled the hook on the bed frame, he could only hear a clatter. The curtain on the top of the bed slowly opened, revealing a slanted downward road. Then he gestured to ask for action.

While he was doing all this, the couple on the bed just moved in without any reaction. They didn't look at the person beside the bed, as if they were blind and deaf, and like Fan Xian's group, they were all like ghosts.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly and scratched his head. He always felt that it looked like a certain novel I had read in his previous life, but he didn't expect that it would become a fact in front of his eyes.

This private house is naturally a secret residence where the Supervision Bureau places it everywhere in Suzhou City.

At this time, the third prince naturally knew where he came today. He held Fan Xian's hand and walked carefully into the underground passage. He was pounding in his heart and said tremblingly: "Teacher. Although the student is the prince, according to the rules of the court, the student is not qualified to know the secret residence of the Supervision Bureau."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "There are three to five secret residences in every state city. It's not a surprising matter. As for the rules, with me here, no one can say anything."

He is the Director of the Supervision Bureau. After Chen Pingping's handwritten letter, he has the absolute supremacy of the Supervision Bureau.

Hearing Fan Xian say this, the third prince was a little relieved and continued to move forward against the dark lights. In fact, the Supervisory Office is not the largest apartment in Suzhou City, but it is the most secret. Not long after he goes down, he arrives at a secret room.

The indoor lights are quiet and the fire is condensed, and the dimness reflects the cramped room. There are a furnace of charcoal fire, two soldering irons, several boxes of medicine, several benches, and more than a dozen or short branches, with sharp metal objects in various shapes.

It is the standard setting for forced confessions, especially the two dying and bloody people on the punishment rack, who are even more clear.

Fan Xian smelled this familiar and close aura and couldn't help but sniff. He felt that the third prince's hand was tighter, and he couldn't help but smile. This child acted insidiously in the palace in Kyoto, but after all, he was still a child. He had never seen such a scene like a slaughterhouse.

The officials everywhere who were forcing confession had taken off their clothes because of the hot area and were doing things naked. When they saw their boss's boss suddenly came to the secret room, they were frightened and hurriedly looked for clothes to wear.

Fan Xian waved his hand to stop their actions and said, "Continue to do things... how are you asking?"

An official was wearing a sleeve and walked to the table in a mess. He carefully took a few pieces of paper, which was the result of the forced confession.

Fan Xian took a look and couldn't help but frown. It was because he had been remembering the Junshan meeting that in order to seize the time, he personally visited the interrogation situation today. He didn't expect that several days had passed and there was still not much progress.

They were arrested by the Supervision Bureau and had been using the means to deal with the two... It was the night of March 22 that two assassins who were assassins in front of Jiangnan who were assassins like swallows!

On that day, the two assassins were poisoned by six swordsmen. Seeing the opportunity very quickly, they wanted to escape, but unexpectedly they were knocked unconscious by Haitang on the way. Afterwards, Fan Xian naturally took it without hesitation and hid in a secret place. He was tortured and confessed to him, just to know the inside story of the Junshan Association. For the Supervision Bureau, the Junshan Association is really mysterious, and even the power that the Supervision Bureau cannot control is uncontrollable. Fan Xian was worried.

A loose organization can treat the second sacrifice of the temple as a chess piece?

Fan Xian frowned and looked at the result of the forced confession of his subordinates. These two assassins were famous killers in Jiangnan. They were very skilled in martial arts and acted in a bad manner. However, they seemed to know little about Junshanhui, and they were just bought by Ming family for their actions.

"Wake them up." He shook his head helplessly.

An official took a small bottle and put it to the nose of the two men on the torture rack, letting them sniff it. The two men struggled weakly, their muscles twisted, and the blood from the wounds on their bodies oozed out again, and the man woke up.

The two assassins forced their eyes to open, with fear in their blurred eyes. They no longer had the toughness they had when they were captured at first. It seemed that they had been tortured by the cruel officials everywhere in the Supervision Bureau these days.

Fan Xian and the third prince sat on the not-so-clean bench. Fan Xian flipped through the paper in his hand and asked softly: "What does Mr. Zhou... have to do with Junshan?"

The two assassins knew the methods of the Supervision Bureau. Since they were not going to be martyrs, they would of course rush to answer and shouted in a hissing voice: "Sir, Mr. Zhou is the account room of the Junshan Association. As for what they do in it, the villain really doesn't know."

Fan Xian raised his head in surprise: "Mr. Zhou isn't the butler of the Ming family?"

An assassin said in a trembling voice: "The villain only heard it occasionally. I really only know this one about Junshan Club."

"After a few days, the two of you are quite energetic. It seems that they have not suffered much." Fan Xian shook his head.

A look of despair flashed in the eyes of both assassins.

Officials from the Supervision Bureau began to use torture again, carrying out such a beautiful but repetitive and boring work. The screams of the torture room were heard one after another. They were extremely shrill, but they could not be transmitted to the ground.

Fan Xian did not cover the third prince's eyes.

The third prince looked at this scene with a pale face, but forcibly controlling his head without turning to the side. He just looked at the bloody scene and suddenly felt the food in his belly rushing out of his throat uncontrollably, and his chest was very depressed.

Fan Xian took a box of ointment from his arms, picked it up with his index fingertips, rubbed it under the third prince's nose, and said softly: "The incident of Junshan meeting has been reported to Your Majesty... The other party's courage is so great that Your Highness can understand how brave the other party has. For the current enemy and future enemies, we must learn some methods, but... we must not be intoxicated with it."

The third prince knew what Fan Xian was teaching him.

On the other side, the fresh meat on the assassins' chests had mixed with blood, turning into a burnt meat ball that sizzled on the iron plate.

"The use of torture, cruel officials... cannot be regarded as the supreme precept for maintaining the rule of the court, but they cannot rely on this method. Weaving a wide net, there are still fish that miss the net, and torture and confession, but they still cannot obtain all the information they need." Fan Xian said calmly: "The way to control the subordinates is to match leniency and strictness. If you believe, you will not doubt it. If you doubt, you will never use it. Leniency is the basis. The rest are just small means to play a role in helping you."

A very cool smell came into the third prince's nose. He removed the malice and understood Fan Xian's meaning. He had a very different attitude towards Ming Qingda and Xia Qifei. He clearly explained that Fan Xianxin did not doubt, but did not use his own way of doing things. He came to watch the punishment tonight to make himself understand that not all powerful means can work.

"It's good to be able to ask the Ming family." Fan Xian comforted his subordinates: "Treat the paper supply and cure these two people's injuries, which will be useful in the future."

After leaving the inspector's residence in Suzhou City, Fan Xian was in a heavy mood. At first, he hoped to find the traces of the Junshan Club, but unexpectedly, the two assassins couldn't ask anything, so he had to teach the third prince some things, in fact, just to cover up his helpless embarrassment.

Sitting in the carriage back to Huayuan, he thought carefully that the Supervision Office is His Majesty's spy agency after all, and there are many things that cannot be done openly. Therefore, from the perspective of organizational organization, there are inherent limitations, such as the number of people cannot be too large... so that it is now far away in an important town in Jiangnan. Although it has always been an important supervision area everywhere, the staff still seems to be quite insufficient.

If you want to investigate a mysterious organization like Junshanhui that is floating on the clouds, the power of the Supervision Bureau in Jiangnan is far from enough.

At this moment, Fan Xian hoped that Xiaoyan could be by his side, but he also understood that Yan Bingyun was in charge of everything and could not leave the capital easily. Moreover, most of the work he directly under needed Yan Bingyun to help Deng Ziyue make a decision.

Even if Wang Qinian is here, things may be much easier.

He sighed.

Yang Jimei not only gave Huayuan both hands to the imperial envoy Fan Xian, but also kept all the servants, servants, chefs in the garden. After inspection by the Supervision Bureau, she confirmed that these people were doing their best, and Fan Xian did not refuse this kindness.

So, Sisi began to enjoy the treatment of the young grandmother except for everything she was close to. Although she was a little uncomfortable, she had no choice. The poor little girls who Fan Xian bought on the way to Jiangnan had no chance to do any rough work, and she was really raised like a big maid from a wealthy family.

What is particularly commendable is the chef left by Yang Jimei. His high standards are so shameful that the imperial chef in the palace is so beautiful. He has made three meals a day, and Fan Xian is reluctant to leave the Jiangnan delicacies. Instead, he is willing to stay in the garden.

Sisi likes this cook the most, and the third prince naturally hates this cook the most.

On the morning of the day, Fan Xian, Haitang and the third prince were drinking porridge made from old corn mixed with ham and watercress around the small table. The porridge was really not very beautiful in color, but it was very delicious and weird when mixed with the taste that was completely inconsistent. Fan Xian drank three bowls of it, so that Sisi was too late to serve the porridge next to him.

At this moment, a few people came to the outsider of the yard, accompanied by a tiger guard. The people came to the courtyard and looked at Fan Xian and the third prince sitting around the table, and looked at Haitang again, and were shocked.

Fan Xian was even more shocked when he looked at the people who were walking through the threshold. The people who came were Sang Wen and Deng Ziyue. Miss Sang Wen had already gone to Jiangnan to help him. But Deng Ziyue was not in the same place in Beijing. What are you doing when you run to Jiangnan? When Fan Xian saw the person standing between the two clearly, he stood up in his consciousness and exclaimed: "Bao! Why are you here?"

Yes, the fat man who stood between Sang Wen and Deng Ziyue without caring, looked demented and looked around with a little cringe... Isn't it Dabao or who?

Fan Xian hurriedly walked forward, grabbed his brother-in-law's hand with one hand, and asked Deng Ziyue: "What's going on? Where is Wan'er?"

Deng Ziyue looked tired and said with a wry smile: "My wife is not in good health recently, so she has been going to Jiangnan for a while. But... This uncle heard that he was coming to see you, so he kept making trouble at home. Lord Shangshu sent his subordinates to bring this uncle to Jiangnan."

"Nothing." Fan Xian sighed, but then he felt nervous and asked anxiously: "Wan'er is not in good health?"

"Oh, it's okay." Miss Sangwen, with a gentle smile on her face, her cheeks were still so friendly, and she replied: "The princess is probably suffering from the wind and is a little tired. It will be fine for two days."

She took out two letters from her arms and handed them to Fan Xian, and said, "This is a letter to the adults."

Fan Xian took it and saw that it was written by Wan'er. He had time to read it, so he put it in his arms first and said annoyedly: "What does Father mean? Jiangnan is in chaos now, why did he send Dabao here?"

At this time, Dabao suddenly grinned and grabbed Fan Xian's ear and said, "Xiao Xianxian, you have been hiding for so long this time... It's so amazing."

Holding the porridge bowl, he stared at the third prince curiously at the door, and found that Fan Xian, who had always been terrible, was like this in front of this big fool... He could no longer help it, and with a puff, he sprayed out the porridge that had been in his mouth.

Deng Ziyue smiled awkwardly and quickly stepped forward to Sang Wen to salute the third prince. He didn't dare to see Fan Xian's embarrassed look. I guess these two people were also chasing badly by this big brother on the way.

Since Dabao is here, there will definitely be people who serve along the way. Sisi Ming is doing things, so she quickly goes out of the garden to settle those people. Fan Xian finally comforted Dabao, first placed him in the back garden, and then asked the little maids who are fine all day to tease melon seeds with him. At this time, the front hall became quiet.

Haitang stood up and bowed slightly, and left the front hall. She knew that Fan Xian must have something to say with Deng Ziyue.

After Deng Ziyue entered the hall, he seemed to have not seen this village girl. But the other party took the initiative to salute him, so he still had to return the salute quickly.

Sitting at the table, Fan Xian frowned and said, "Last night, I was thinking that there are indeed few people around me now. It's better if you come, but what should I do in Beijing?"

"Young Master Xiao Yan in Beijing looked at it. After receiving the newspaper you sent back to Beijing, the dean sent me some people to help." Deng Ziyue explained: "Besides the thing you are going to prepare. The second and third places were busy for several months before they were done, so I just sent it over."

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I thought someone else sent it, but I didn't expect it was you."

He glanced at the third prince who was drinking porridge and eavesdropping beside him, coughed twice, and asked the young master to go out.

After the third prince left in a little depressed mood, Fan Xian frowned and said, "Why did he look so strange when he came in?"

Deng Ziyue looked around and said with a wry smile: "When I left Beijing, the land in Kyoto was too fierce... Everyone said that you and the Northern Qi Saint Haitang girl walked with each other, sat in the same seat, and lie down... The court was speechless, and the adults were now obsessed with the inner treasury and always had to avoid some rifts. The officials in the court were preparing to attack the adults with this matter... I didn't expect that as soon as I entered Huayuan today, I saw the girl, and I realized that the rumors were true, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried."

"When you are sleeping in the same bed?" Fan Xian sneered: "It's a pity that those people think about it. It's better not to discuss this matter, let me show you the things you bring."
To be continued...