Deng Ziyue thought for a moment and thought through Lord Tisi's preface and afterwords.

The so-called leader of the Northern Qi General is indeed a very risky job, but it is also the most important part of the Supervisory Council's foreign front line. Anyone who has done this position will be valued after returning to China. Needless to say, his ex-president Yan Bingyun Xiaoyan, has become a leader everywhere at a young age. Everyone knows that after President Chen retires in the future, Mr. Xiaofan will definitely have more important appointments.

After Deng Ziyue's extremely familiar old boss Wang Qinian was in Wenwo in the courtyard for ten years, he met Fan Xian and was sent to Northern Qi. After hearing what Lord Tisi said before, Wang Qinian would become a new host leader after returning to China.

The trip to Northern Qi was an adventure, but also a political gilding.

Lord Tisi asked if he would like to go to Northern Qi, so he was naturally preparing to promote himself. And he heard that the old organizer of the Second Department is getting older and ready to return to his old age... He was born in the Second Department again.

Deng Ziyue was very excited and knelt in front of Fan Xian, saying in a deep voice: "I will listen to the arrangements of the Lord."

Fan Xian smiled and did not continue to say anything. Through the incident in Jiangnan, he felt more and more that although His Majesty the Emperor did trust him very much, he still absolutely prevented him from having any connection with the military, so that when he did things himself, his absolute strength was still limited.

Otherwise, he would not be so afraid of the existence of the Governor Xue Qing, Jiangnan.

The one sitting on the dragon throne doesn't even trust his legitimate son, let alone Fan Xian. Fan Xian knows that the emperor has given him such great power now, which is already very good, but he also knows that the other party will not allow him to expand his power any more. Since the way to seek out is very difficult, Fan Xian must control the power he already has.

For example, the Supervision Bureau, which was later in the Chen Pingping era, had to be replaced with blood. It must be supplemented with fresh blood that is loyal to oneself.

Deng Ziyue reported to him about the recent actions of the Supervisory Yuan in Jiangnan. The main theme was still about the Ming family. Although the Supervisory Yuan was responsible for supervising the official position and did not have the right to directly acquire the civil forces, the most in this world was the reason for the government. The Supervisory Yuan had made preparations in advance and could interfere in Jiangnan affairs at any time as Fan Xian's instructions. From the inner trough to Suzhou to the dock, from the account to the trough, oppressing the Ming family in all aspects.

This is the only thing Fan Xian can do at present. Since he cannot recover the specific evidence of the Ming family's crimes, it is impossible to use the power of the official to oppress him. The officials of Jiangnan Road are all staring at him... Now the work of the Supervision Bureau is to further compress the Ming family's input by harassing the Ming family's business route and tampering with the supply of the internal warehouse Transportation Department, and to make the other party's money fall into a shortage. Only in this way can the Ming family continue to make large-scale adjustments.

And the means are actually hidden in the silver adjustment.

"How long has it been since the news has been sent back on the island?" Fan Xian frowned. The incident that was enough to crush the Ming family's island to death suddenly fell into silence recently.

Deng Ziyue heard Fan Xian’s concerns and felt a little doubtful, and reported: “The Quanzhou Branch Office also felt that something was strange. He had sent someone to sneak up to the island, and news would be heard back soon.”

The Jiangnan area is large, and it takes too long to send back the news from the East China Island to Suzhou. Fan Xian knew that he could only wait for a while.

After Deng Ziyue left, Fan Xian felt a little tired, stretched and walked out of the room. He walked in the Huayuan.

Although Huayuan is Yang Jimei's rich garden, it is not contaminated with the wealth of salt merchants and the arrogance of private salt sales. Instead, it is pure and elegant. The shallow flowing water, which is no different from the house gardens elsewhere, is green rockery, layered and mountain pavilions, through the skillful arrangement of the designer, it shows a different vitality. The whole garden seems to have come alive, like the green mountains in the south of the Yangtze River and the clear water of the West Lake, and gently and lightly surrounds the people in the garden.

This clever arrangement of unity between man and nature is undoubtedly the most appreciated by Miss Haitang, the descendant of Tianyidao. Therefore, during her days in Suzhou, she spent most of her time in meditating in the garden, without going out to find the charm of Jiangnan characters.

So when Fan Xian saw the flowery clothes by the small lake, he was not surprised.

"It doesn't seem like fishing is suitable for you."

He walked to the lake and sat down, slightly toward the shore than Haitang. The two of them kept a foot away. From this angle, they could see the stable shoulders of the girl Haitang and the flower scarf wrapped around her head. There was a very ordinary straw hat next to her, which was yellow.

Haitang did not look back, and replied in a harmonious voice: "Why isn't it suitable?"

The bamboo pole in her hand was motionless, with only the tips of the pole, as if she was greeting the fish in the water, without any other meaning.

Fan Xian smiled, rubbed his hands stained with moss around him, and said, "Fishing is also a killing. I will teach you a way. If you don't put bait, just fish for your heart."

This is a trick that mysterious characters like to play when he read novels in his previous life. He did not expect that Haitang had not turned back or was not moved, but instead laughed: "It's so boring that you don't want to fish? You're fishing in your heart... Since you're looking for the nature of your heart, you're naturally fishing. As for whether you can catch it or not, what's the difference?"

Fan Xian was so angry that he thought that he just wanted to chat, so why did he make these stupid conversations?

Haitang looked back at him, smiled, and said, "I know that your mind is not calm these days, otherwise you will sit together? Fishing can calm your mind."

Fan Xian shook his head and smiled, "A gentleman stayed away from the breeze kitchen, let alone the net hunting fork?"

Haitang couldn't help but give him a blank look and shook his head: "Superficial guy."

Fan Xian smiled and moved forward. Who knew that when he slipped under his hips, he almost slid into the lake, causing him to panic and scream.

There were stones, trees, and grass by the lake. There was no place to use force except the Begonia girl, so he naturally climbed on Haitang's shoulder with both hands.

Haitang's shoulders shook slightly, and then he shook his hand open, clasped his wrist door with his backhand. He helped him stabilize his balance and said with a smile: "It's not just hypocritical, but even doing acting is so false, so careless... There is no ninth-grade master in this world who can't even sit steadily?"

Fan Xian sighed to the sky and said, "The world does not know me, and Duoduo does not believe me. How can you live this life?"

Haitang flipped his wrist and asked him to sit beside him. He naturally took out another fishing rod beside him. He stuffed it into Fan Xiandi's hand and said, "Since you want to fish, you must be patient and don't worry."

The words were puns, but Fan Xian knew it very well. This was not about picking up girls, but about dealing with the situation in Jiangnan. He smiled and took out the earthworms from the small clay pot beside him. He hung them on the fish hook, hung them into the water, and sprinkled some prepared crumbs to lure the fish into the water.

The lakeside suddenly entered a state of peace.

After a while, Fan Xianqing's faint voice broke the rare tacit understanding: "I have patience and I am not in a hurry. The situation in Jiangnan is not difficult to control. And with the plan, I will have the confidence to go step by step. The problem is that Jiangnan looks at Kyoto, but I can't control what will happen in Kyoto. Things there may develop in the direction I think, and there may suddenly erupt in a major event that makes everyone unable to react for a while."

"Big Event?"

"No," Fan Xian didn't continue to say anything, but said with a hint of doubt and a hint of sincere admiration: "You know that I am the Tiss of the Qingguo Supervision Bureau, then you must also know who the real boss of the Supervision Bureau is."

"Bei Shaun. Nan Pingping." Haitang had a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Director Chen killed many people in the north. How could we not remember him?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Each person is his master and has his own heart. Both sides were enemies back then, and it was natural for you to kill me. I just want you to know that this old man is one of the two people in the whole world that I cannot fully see clearly."

"Two people?" Haitang turned his head curiously and saw it.

"No," Fan Xian said with a cautious expression: "Even my emperor, your emperor, I can guess some of their thoughts and positions, because their butts are sitting on the dragon throne, they must think about the things related to this chair. But Chen Pingping is different. The so-called "no desire is tough, and tolerance is great. People are about to die. The words... I cannot understand. I can't see clearly what this old man wants to do and what he is doing. With his current status, there is no need to mix in the dispute over the throne. No matter who is the prince, he must provide him well... Moreover, he has always been so calm, which does not conform to his style of doing things throughout his life."

Chen Pingping is the most famous conspirator in the world today. Such a person will be overturned if he doesn't take action.

After thinking for a while, Haitang said softly: "If you hadn't avoided me and explained the relationship between Lingtang and Dean Chen clearly, I would have had another view on this matter, including everyone in the world now. I am afraid that the reason why Chen Pingping values ​​you so much is entirely because of the decree of Emperor Qing."

"good."

"Which through the things you said to me in the past, I seem to see some bad tendencies." Haitang laughed at herself: "You want to support the third brother, Chen Pingping... Could it be that you want to support you?"

"It's too difficult." Fan Xian frowned and said, "My origin is a problem. If I don't clean up the nobles in the palace, I will not be able to enter the palace at all... And who knows who is hidden behind the incident back then? I will have to figure out this matter one day, but now I can't be anxious. As for what you mean by the dean..."

He smiled and shook his head and said, "Being an emperor is not a tissus. If he doesn't communicate with me, he will never dare to do it alone."

Haitang fell into deep thought, and after a moment, shook his head and sighed: "If you can't think clearly, don't think about it for the time being."

"Jiangnan is just a small fish, and Beijing is a big fish." Fan Xian's eyes were calm, staring at the two thin lines slightly undulating on the lake surface, and after a long time, he said: "Fishing... I am always worried that I caught the fish myself. Or was dragged into the bottom of the water by the fish and could never get up again."

Haitang smiled and said, "You have already wet your feet by the river for a long time. It's not OK if you don't step into the water."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "That's true, it's just a sense of uncertainty. I don't like this feeling of having something wrong and not being controlled by myself."

"No one, even the king of a country... can control everything." Haitang said softly: "Just try hard to grasp the general trend. This is good enough."

"You just said that there are two people you can't see through, one is Chen Pingping, and the other is who?" Haitang was very interested in this question. She knew that Fan Xian was very confident in his understanding of people. Even Emperor Qing State, he thought he could grasp some aspects of his thoughts, but he admitted that someone was unable to see through. She really wanted to know who the second person was.

"My father." Fan Xian smiled and said, "Actually... he is like Chen Pingping, both are very powerful figures, but Chen Pingping has been floating and sinking up and down the water, but he has been sinking at the bottom of the water. Although I am his son, I don't know what he really thinks."

For Chen Pingping and Fan Jian, Fan Xian treated Chen Pingping and Fan Jian with sincerity and without doubt. After his mother passed away, he presided over the revenge and washed away the queen's family in the bleeding night in Kyoto fourteen years ago. As well as the care and love that these two fathers gave to him during their growth, Fan Xian felt admiration.

But what is amazing is that Piansheng is the two closest people, but they are the ones who cannot see through them.

"So you have always been worried about not Jiangnan. It's Kyoto." Haitang said with a smile: "With two unfathomable characters behind you, you really don't need to worry about Jiangnan."

"I am the whetstone set by His Majesty for those brothers." Fan Xian smiled and said, "For this Jiangnan matter, the eldest princess and the second prince... aren't it the whetstone set by my father and Chen Pingping for me? The elders all have deep hopes for me, and I am very pleased."

The words "happiness" are extremely annoying.

The two thin fishing lines were still calmly and sank into the gentle water surface, without any tremor caused by wrists. Haitang glanced at him and said, "It seems that you really don't need to use fishing to hone your mind."

Fan Xian said: "I have always been firm in nature and a stable state of mind, so it is difficult for external things to linger."

To Fan Xian, it is not embarrassing to brag, but a very good self-analytical attitude.

"How old are you now?" Haitang asked curiously. He didn't understand that such a young man suddenly held the power in his hands and handled complicated affairs, but he could still maintain such a calm mind.

Fan Xian returned very quickly and asked back: "How old are you this year?"

Haitang pursed her lips and her eyes were bright, which made Bihu in front of her weaker, but she refused to answer this question.

Fan Xian snorted and said, "I am eighteen years old when I am eighteenth day of the lunar month."

Haitang shook his head and mocked, "It depends on your daily behavior and you say you are eighty, but no one will believe you."

The old people have experienced spring breeze, summer rain, autumn frost, winter snow, and have long seen everything in the world, so they can see through everything in this world with those slightly indifferent eyes.

Only by experiencing this can one look down on it, and only by using the most stable mentality and the most experienced means to face those seemingly complicated situations. A necessary basis for a conspirator is that he has fewer desires and fewer divine sects can be used by the enemy. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, any well-known figure who has been well-known through conspiracy planning is either an old man or an eunuch.

Young people are always bloody, such as the second prince, the prince, or even the eldest princess, so they will make some unwise choices at some point.

Although a person like Fan Xian who has two lifetimes of experience was criticized by Haitang for a sad label of 80 years old, on the other hand, when he did things, he was indeed as patient as an old man. While using Xia Qifei to fight a property lawsuit with Mingjia, the rest of the Supervision Bureau remained silent until the property lawsuit was about to subside, the Supervision Bureau took action.

For a time, many officials on Jiangnan Road were politely invited to the Jiangnan Road inspection offices everywhere for tea.

Everyone knows that the tea in the Supervision Bureau is an authentic Longjing, and the tea is fragrant, but no official is willing to drink tea.

Although not many officials on Jiangnan Road were detained for the sake of Governor Xue Qing, during the tea and chat, the past few old things that the Supervision Bureau occasionally talked about in the past still made the officials extremely frightened. After returning home, they began to consider their future and personal safety issues with great headaches. In response, the officials who were reminded also noticed that it is impossible for too much protection for the Ming family to go out on the surface.

On the other hand, the Supervisory Office also began to harass the Ming family's business. Although it was impossible to directly detain the goods, the Ming family shop began to be inspected by the government within one day on the grounds of investigating spies in Dongyi City, and the Ming family fleet also encountered unprecedented troubles in the process of transporting goods.

Although the Supervision Bureau did not catch any big deal of Ming's family except for some minor crimes of carrying private goods, the continuous harassment successfully forced the operation of Ming's large-scale industrial system to slow down.

The business emphasizes the transportation of goods and the back and forth speed of the cash-out silver, just like a endless river. Now the Supervision Bureau is like countless sand and gravel slowly sinking into the river. Once the river flows slowly, the mud and sand are also deposited. It was originally a pool of living water, but now it has gradually become muddy and has difficulty moving.
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