Chapter 144: A strange guest came to Suzhou City

"It's so energetic..."

Fan Xian stepped on the railing on the top floor of the Suzhou Branch of the Baoyue Tower with one foot, and fanned the wind with a fan with one hand. The cold rain that had lasted for several days stopped in the late spring, the heat went away and came again, instantly increasing the temperature in the air.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the funeral procession passing through the street, and listened to the sound of sorrow and joy, and couldn't help laughing. Ming Qingda really had a trick. His seemingly sad and angry anger was completely irreconcilable with him. He actually allowed the old lady Ming's infiltration ceremony to walk through the city. It was so silly that along the way, there were citizens posing small cases, sacred fruit worship, and some beggars who had received benefits on weekdays kowtowed to the huge coffin that was slowly walking along the street.

The sound of sorrow and joy is actually quite pleasant sometimes, at least in Fan Xian's ears at this time.

He shook the fan and couldn't help but sigh again: "I'm so energetic..."

The wind blows from the fan, so he is too lazy to have any ulterior motives with Mingyuan. He doesn't feel that it's exciting. If you want to parade, you will go swimming, anyway, it will not cause any actual harm to yourself.

After sweeping away the relevant confidants of Ming Lao Liu and Lao Ma Jun, Ming Qingda has gradually and steadily controlled the situation in Mingyuan. It was under his strong suppression that the tens of thousands of people in the Ming family did not make the last roar of burning due to the abnormal death of Lao Ma Jun.

The scholars who shouted in Suzhou a few days ago were divided by Fan Xian and educated him with sticks. They did not get the support of the Ming family, and their momentum suddenly became weaker. As Fan Xian expected, the so-called righteous indignation would not last long.

Of course Fan Xian also knew that if he wanted to suppress the revenge voices within the Ming family, he would have to suffer the old man Ming Qingda, but this matter was originally done by Ming Qingda. If he didn't want Fan Xian... to get angry, these hardships and difficulties must be swallowed.

What really made Fan Xian happy was that the crows in the crowd had already sent back the news a few days ago. I wonder if the sudden silence of the Ming family made the elders of the Junshan Association not have time to react. At least in the Jiangnan area, some deacons of the Junshan Association made some pretty stupid responses - such as flirting with citizens to gather to cause trouble.

With the secret investigation of the Supervision Bureau in this matter and the several figures sold to Huayuan by Ming Qingda secretly, the Supervision Bureau has already focused on a manor downstream of the river, which is a stronghold located in the south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe it's just an inconspicuous manor. It's not important for the Junshan Club, but Fan Xian needs to eradicate them to express his attitude.

If you are in Jiangnan, it is best to be honest for the time being when you are in Junshan.

If you are not honest, I will shut you up.

The black cavalry cannot enter Mingyuan. This is because His Majesty does not like to watch the Supervisory Office enter local government affairs with too much force. However, for Junshanhui, a mysterious organization that is even faintly confronting the imperial power, His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Kingdom should not care about what means Fan Xian would use.

Xue Qing, the governor of Jiangnan Road, did not oppose Fan Xian's plan. After all, he had to ask for instructions from Kyoto again, and it was too late to go to time.

Today, the old lady in Ming was buried. It was the time when the five hundred black riders sneaked across the river and wanted to wash somewhere blood.

The funeral site team had already passed through the long street down Baoyue Tower. Fan Xian noticed that some powerful figures had carefully withdrawn from the team. On the one hand, these Jiangnan people did not want to offend the Ming family, and on the other hand, they did not dare to give up the imperial envoy too much, so they sent it to the city gate and turned back on their own.

"It's so energetic..."

With great power in hand, why fear the people's hearts? Although Fan Xian was not floating, he began to feel deep in his heart that power is really like a drug. No wonder Western philosophers have a saying, Shaolong retweets it, and forums are common, and they bring absolute so-and-so.

But Fan Xian knew that he did not need to be corrupt. He thought without shame that his spiritual realm was still relatively high, so he couldn't help but sigh for the third time.

In the storybook, someone should have asked intriguedly: "Why is the sir..."

Unfortunately, it will take another half a year for Wang Qinian to take Nan Qing. Deng Ziyue, who was around him, thought about it for a long time before he put in a sentence: "Sir... it seems like he is in a good mood."

Fan Xian smirked and spat, saying, "Of course I'm in a good mood. This old woman died neatly. Why don't she be happy when she sees others enter the grave on a tall building?"

Deng Ziyue thought there was something to be happy about, and couldn't help but advise: "The people of Jiangnan..."

After saying only three words, Fan Xian stopped him and sneered, "Don't repeat those remarks, the people's opinions, in a few months, these people will forget them all. What kindness and benefits are just a few days, but after all, they can't stand the importance of cooking at home without oil and cooking without rice. People...the people are the most forgotten people in the world."

If you have a word, what you mean will naturally be in Fan Xian’s life experience, in the Ye family, which had already been blown by wind and rain, and turned into the imperial treasury.

Back then, the Ye family was ten times more prosperous than the Ming family today, and the strength was ten times stronger, and the kindness of the people was ten times stronger. Heaven changed its face and the family was destroyed and the people were destroyed. All the people in the world were silent. Who dared to seek justice for the Ye family?

Deng Ziyue was shocked and silent. He knew that he had touched Lord Tisi for years and did not dare to say anything. He finally understood why Lord Tisi would sneer at it whenever he raised the public's opinions and thoughts, and he did not care at all.

"We are only ministers of Your Majesty, not the ministers of these people." Fan Xian said a completely opposite to serving the people.

At this point, what else is Fan Xian not satisfied with? The Ming family is the monkey in the palm of his hand. It is certain to be in Jiangnan. Xia Qifei has sent back the news from Jiangbei. He had been involved in a link with his second brother a few days ago. The Ministry of Revenue in the Central Beijing was in a state of chaos, and the collection of medicines in Hangzhou was urgent. The three major warehousings in the inner warehouse were in full swing. Under the gaze of the shopkeeper of Qingyutang, he was serious and lively...

As for the officialdom, Fan Xian and Xue Qing's relationship became increasingly close. The palace majesty's trust in him did not decrease slightly, especially after the Ming family, Fan Xian lost his reputation, which undoubtedly added to the emperor's pity for his illegitimate son.

Looking left and right, it was all about his own victory. As for the Junshan meeting... a sneer flashed across the corner of Fan Xian's lips. The old lame man in Chenyuan outside the Beijing was not sure what he thought. Anyway, Fan Xian didn't plan to study too much about this matter. The so-called raising a tiger is like this.

To completely suppress the Junshan Association, first of all, this is a very difficult thing to accomplish. Even if Fan Xianzhan is a man of all the risks of losing most of his strength, he may not be able to do this. Just looking at the extremely powerful Master Qing Temple Second Sacrifice Sanshi is just a abandoned soldier thrown out by Junshan Association. You can imagine how many terrifying strengths are hidden in this nominal loose organization.

Even with the help of his father and the old lame man, the family fought hard and successfully subverted the Junshan Association and Jiangnan. The king's power was stable and the emperor would not allow Fan Xian to lead troops to fight. What else could Fan Xian do? He stayed in the dark room of the Supervision Bureau at a young age to support his old age?

Fan Xian was unwilling to be the second Chen Pingping, so he would not rush to resolve and exterminate certain contradictions. Instead, he hoped that this contradiction would slowly bloom in a situation where he could control, like a poisonous flower.

Of course, he did not expect that the idea of ​​the burying moon building today was so consistent with the idea of ​​the old lame man. Both old and young were working hard in secret for someone who could not make any comments. The only regret was that these two people seemed to be unwilling to communicate with each other, perhaps... they didn't want to implicate each other?

If you don’t go into the Junshan Association in depth, it doesn’t mean you won’t deal with the Junshan Association. Junshan Association has taken Fan Xian’s several roads in the south of the Yangtze River. He always has to settle the accounts back. So the Black Knight is moving forward quietly on that mountain road.

After several months of calculations, the only small loophole was the account room of the Junshan Association, Mr. Zhou. This person has not been silenced, and he was able to escape quietly under the surveillance of Ming Qingda and himself, which shows that this person must be an important role in the Junshan Association, and may have mastered the true inside story of the Junshan Association.

And Haitang... has never come back, and a faint worry appeared between Fan Xian's eyebrows. Mr. Zhou must be under the protection of a very powerful character.

He left the railing, sat back on the table, and ordered Deng Ziyue: "Contact the Governor's Office and issue a sea arrest document..."

His voice was very low: "The Ming family has sent someone to send the portrait of Mr. Zhou. You can hand it over to the Governor's Office and check it together."

Deng Ziyue was shocked and knew that there was no good way for the adults to use the power of the government to try to force him from the open. As for the portrait, he also knew that it was painted by the close-fitting maid of the old lady Ming.

Fan Xian sighed and said, "If I could catch Zhou Xiansheng... you think, is this a little wonderful?"

“I really thought it was wonderful.”

The top floor of Baoyue Tower was empty, and there was only someone sitting on Fan Xian’s table. At this moment, two people suddenly appeared on the railing and the table. Then Fan Xian’s words followed indifferently!

There were countless sounds of metal coming out of sheath, and it sounded in the top floor, full of sternness.

The seven tiger guards led by Gundam held the strange-shaped long swords in both hands, turned into a mountain shape, protecting Fan Xian tightly behind him!

At the same time, more than a dozen swordsmen from the Sixth Division of the Supervision Bureau rushed out, and the swords were not pulled out. The black crossbow arrows were raised in their hands, which were not very reflective and looked very evil, and they faced the two people on the table.

There was no one in the building, but there were two more people silently. The other party came not only to hide the swordsman from the Sixth Division of the Supervision Bureau, the Tiger Guard, and the internal injuries that Fan Xian had already recovered. What kind of state is this!

However, Fan Xian's defense power also reacted very quickly, and in an instant, he isolated the two people.

More than ten crossbow arrows, plus the Seven Tiger Guards that can resist Haitang Duoduo, and Fan Xian, who was a 9th rank in the early Jin Dynasty, even if the visitor was Yun Zhilan from Dongyi City and Lord Langtao from Northern Qi, everyone was confident to take the other party easily.

However, the two people faced such a formation without any strange expressions. One of them had a little bit of a smile on their faces, while the other person wearing a hat had a cold body, and the indifference that looked at everyone as if nothing had happened.

The man wearing a hat slowly raised his head, revealing the Guqi face, with no expression on his face, but those eyes, looking at the people in the building, as cold as looking at a group of dead people.

"You want Mr. Zhou? This is Mr. Zhou."

The man was as free as a spring breeze in the crowd of crossbows, and naturally a domineering aura emerged from the air, looking at Fan Xian coldly through everyone.

"But, I won't give it to you."

Fan Xian looked at the man through the clothes of the tiger guards, his heart moved slightly, and said calmly: "It turns out that you are protecting Mr. Zhou. No wonder Haitang has never succeeded... Since you refuse to give me someone, why are you here to meet me? I don't have the habit of chatting with uninvited guests."

The man said coldly: "A deal, withdraw the Black Knight, I will spare your life."

Give your life? In this case, you actually say that you can spare Fan’s life?

Unless he is a fool, he will have such confidence. But Fan Xian is very clear that the other party is definitely not a fool, so the other party must have the ability to kill himself in such a situation.

So Fan Xian laughed instead and asked, "Is Haitang so good?"

The man suddenly rolled his eyes strangely: "I rarely kill women."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "That's good... let it go."

It was abruptly, and there was no sign of the word!

The six swordsmen in the Supervisory Institute loosened the springs in their hands, and more than 30 poisonous crossbow arrows were fed into three batches, and shot them onto the table like dense rain!
Chapter completed!