The non-famous supporting actor Wang Qinian pushed a crack away and flashed in. The forty-year-old fucked old man was as skilled as a fourteen-year-old child and humble as he was. Only the wandering eyes that occasionally flashed in his eyes revealed his inner fear.

Fan Xian was extremely happy to see him, but when he thought that this guy had brought Sizhe back to Nanqing without even reporting it secretly, he felt a little angry and didn't bother paying attention to him. He turned his head and continued to frown at Fan Sizhe: "I guess he can't hide the news that you are going to Beijing. There is Wei Hua's Jinyiwei there to protect you. After returning to China, you must be more careful about your personal safety. You have to be careful, like today, taking your entourage on the street, although you disguised yourself, you are a little overlord in Beijing. Besides your entourage, I know that you hired a group of experts from Northern Qi, but..."

He was a little annoyed by his brother's inattention: "There are those scimitars hanging on his waist, so the blind man couldn't tell that they were from Northern Qi... I said that your business talent is something that the shopkeepers in Qingyutang appreciated very much, why are these small things so uncareful?"

Wang Qinian wanted to interrupt, but he didn't dare to speak. Fan Sizhe glanced at the old man sympathetically, and Xiaoyi explained: "It's the identity of the Northern Qi merchant group..."

Fan Xian ignored his explanation and said coldly: "Anyway, come back without permission, that's your problem."

Fan Sizhe looked at his brother's back, his eyes turned, and he came up with a plan, and said, "If you want to say... act without permission, brother, I heard that you were seriously injured in that valley. I think my father would definitely not allow you to go out for a walk... Why did you see me on the street?"

Fan Xian was suffocated and didn't know how to say anything. He snorted coldly and then said in a harmonious voice: "I won't talk about those things anymore, it's better to come back. I haven't seen you for more than a year, and I really miss you a little."

Fan Sizhe sighed, sat beside Fan Xian, holding his arm and complained, "I have been managing the business for the next half year. Although it is annoying to talk to those people in Northern Qi to share the interests, I am always doing what I like... My brother doesn't know the first few months..."

The young man's eyes seemed to appear in front of him, such terrible scenes, such as snowy nights, stone mills, donkeys, beans.... These terrible scenes appeared. He said in a trembling voice: "That's not a life for people to live..."

Fan Xian suddenly felt aroused, and Haitang had already returned to Shangjing at this time, and couldn't help but say funny: "Can it be that she returned to Shangjing, and you are in a hurry to run away? Why are you so brave?"

Fan Sizhe said aggrievedly: "Brother, not all men in this world are as powerful as you. You can cheat any girl in any family... Just like a tigress like Haitang, I don't want to take a look at it."

Fan Xian laughed and asked a few questions about his younger brother's life in the north. As for business affairs, he had already said it in the letters of the two of them, and he was too lazy to ask again. He just listened to his younger brother's life in Shangjing City and how he was young to go in and out of the royal residence in Shangjing City. It was quite interesting.

Especially when listening to Fan Sizhe having become a regular visitor to Changning Hou's home and often having a drink with Wei Hua's father, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing again, thinking about that bad body. He was afraid that he could not resist the killing of his brothers and his brothers.

Thinking of the old man in Shangjing, I saw the old man who was extremely quiet beside me.

At this time, Fan Xian's mood had been better for a long time. He looked at Wang Qinian with a gentle smile on his face, opened his thin lips slightly, and said softly: "Mr. Wang, don't be safe..."

Anyone who has been in contact with Fan Xian knows that when this young man smiles the most tenderly, it is when his heart is full of evil. At this moment, no one is willing to provoke this beautiful young man.

As Fan Xian's confidant, Wang Qinian knew this temper of the adult. At this time, he looked at the smile on the corner of his lips and his heart trembledly. He responded with a bitter face: "Sir, let me spare me...

"When did it arrive?" Fan Xian picked up the teacup beside him and drank it a few sips, moistening his throat. However, he found that there was a scent of rouge on the teacup. Then he realized that it was Shi Qing'er who had drunk it and frowned slightly. After changing to the cup of his brother, he thought of another incident and turned his head and asked, "Where is your woman?"

Two people asked each other in two sentences.

Fan Sizhe laughed and said, "It's really a bit boring to put it in Shangjing City and tie it all day long."

Wang Qinian said honestly from the side: "I really arrived at the ground yesterday and I had already gone to the yard to report to Lord Yan. But the yard said that the yard was unwell after the injury, so I told me not to rush into the mansion."

Fan Xian glared at his younger brother, thinking that this kid would be sixteen years old this year, and he would feel like a middle-aged married man when he said something. However, when Sizhe started running a brothel when he was young, it was a pity for both humans and gods to deflower. It is definitely difficult to know what it means to cherish a woman in this life.

He then frowned and asked Wang Qinian: "You should know the arrangements for coming back this time."

Wang Qinian hunched his body and laughed: "I heard that I wanted me to pick up a place where I am from... I won't do it."

Fan Xian was stunned and cursed: "Even the dean guessed that you would say that, that is the only one among the eight major places. If you don't continue, how can I feel at ease? You have been in Beiqi for a year and a half, and your seniority and experience are here. If you don't let you go up, the rest of the hospital will be afraid of having ideas."

After considering a little, Wang Qinian said seriously: "It's good to be together, I..." He shook his head and sighed: "A fucking old man, he has a wife and a daughter at home. I thought he would have been in the yard in his life until he died of old age, but he didn't expect that he would be taken out by you. He has been considered nervous and exciting in the past few years, but he still feels more comfortable doing things around him."

"Always by my side..." Fan Xian pondered. He also liked that the Qi Nian group around him was managed by Lao Wang. In the past two years, the Qi Nian group was handed over to Deng Ziyue and then to Su Wenmao. In the last six months, Hong Changqing was basically responsible. These three people are very keen-minded and sensitive, and there is no problem with their loyalty to him. However... Fan Xian always felt that he was not as happy as he had just entered Beijing.

He looked at Wang Qinian and said with a smile: "It will not be peaceful all the time. However, many people died in the valley."

The room suddenly became quiet. After a long time, Wang Qinian said seriously: "Because of this, I still feel that I should let me handle the affairs around me... At least I have a better nose and run faster. Although the swordsmen in the six places are quite capable, I have more confidence in myself if I want to prevent problems before they happen."

Fan Xian lowered his head, pinching the small teacup with his fingers, and thinking about the future arrangements in his heart, he couldn't help frowning. Wang Qinian seemed funny, but in fact he did nothing. In Northern Qi for more than a year, Fan Xian had not let Fan Xian take any trouble, so he successfully formed a good relationship with the Northern Qi royal family and the Jinyiwei Yamen, and made the accidental exposure of Yan Bingyun and turned into a stagnant pool of six Northern Qi spy networks. He became active again.

Fan Xian was smuggling from the Inner Turkish in Jiangnan to the Northern Qi Dynasty, and relied on the thin old man in front of him.

These things prove Wang Qinian's ability. This silent but powerful official of the Supervision Bureau was Fan Xian who picked a treasure after entering Beijing. Fan Xian wanted him to take over. He also hoped that he could secretly investigate all the officials in Kyoto for himself, and when the storm waves of Kyoto came, he could have a close confidant who could control the overall situation.

If Wang Qinian just returned to his side and served as the leader of Qinian's group, it would be a waste in Fan Xian's opinion. However, Wang Qinian was really persistent and Fan Xian was a little embarrassed.

He frowned and said, "I'll discuss this again... But in the next few days of the New Year, you will give Ziyue the affairs in the north to be careful. He has no experience in activities abroad, so you can teach you more."

Wang Qinian knew that Lord Tisi had agreed to his request in disguise, and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that his brother began to deal with the affairs of the Supervision Institute, Fan Sizhe felt that it seemed inappropriate for him to sit here again, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

Fan Xian called him and said with a smile: "What you do in the north is not just about doing business. The Baoyue Tower has already opened six semicolons in the world. The Shangjing-di semicolon of the Northern Qi Dynasty is about to open. Pay attention to information collection. I will hand it over to Sang Wen in the south, and I will hand it over to you in the north... If you are now an extra-staff member in the hospital, it is okay to listen to these things today. Deng Zi comes over later, and you must also get close to him. Although he is my subordinate, you must cooperate in the Northern Qi Dynasty next year. You must not respect your identity or do so."

This is the most urgent idea after Fan Xian sniped in the valley. He must establish his intelligence system. This system does not need to be too big, but to absorb nutrients from the big tree of the Supervision Bureau. Otherwise, once the Supervision Bureau becomes dumb and seals himself, Fan Xian is very worried that he will become blind again like in the valley.

As he was talking, someone was knocking outside the room. The use of land was the standard method of the Supervisory Council to report to the superiors.

Fan Xian responded with a smile.

Deng Ziyue, wearing a black lotus robe, pushed the door open and knelt down on one knee to Fan Xian to salute. After getting up, he looked at Wang Qinian, who was on Fan Xian's hand, and said excitedly: "Mr. Wang, have you returned to Beijing?"

When Fan Xian formed the Qi Nian group, he only chose Wang Qinian. Wang Qinian was the first person to be selected by Wang Qinian, and Deng Ziyue was the first person to be selected by Wang Qinian, so he always regarded Wang Qinian as his superiors. Today, he suddenly saw him and was very happy.

"Okay." Fan Xian smiled, "Don't always talk about separation in this building today. Let's talk about the arrangements when the matter is done."

He paused and asked, "How many days will Wan'er and the others arrive?"

"There are three days left." Deng Ziyue responded calmly: "There are tiger guard swordsmen accompanying you all the way. In addition, after hearing that the adults were assassinated, the police in various states were afraid and strengthened their defense. It should be fine."

Fan Xian nodded. He was not worried about it. Assassination must be beneficial. Killing himself is too tempting for those people, but assassinating other members of the royal family is not of any benefit.

The room was quiet. Fan Xian was the Supervisory Office and the other two were also senior officials of the eight major departments. This was the first time Fan Sizhe participated in the Council Affairs Meeting at this level. He felt that the atmosphere was very different from the money he had summoned merchants to pick up girls in the north. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and subconsciously played with his stupid fingers.

Fan Xian became quiet.

After a long silence, Wang Qinian asked, "Sir, are there anyone here?"

Fan Xian nodded, frowned slightly and said, "He should come."

Wang Qinian scratched his head and said, "I made an appointment with the Second Young Master to meet here. The older I told you... who else?"

Fan Xian smiled: "Now all forces in Kyoto know that Baoyue Tower is my territory. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at this place. The things we talk here will be passed into the royal palaces in a while, so that kid will not relax his surveillance here."

He slowly lowered his head and said, "Since he knows that I am here, why shouldn't he come?"

But Wang Qinian smelled a little other scent from these words.

A long time later, the quiet wooden door sounded a steady knock on the door for the third time today.

A young man pushed the door open and entered. His white clothes were better than snow, his eyebrows were cold and frost, and his whole body was cold, suppressing the snow that was dancing outside the Moon Tower.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, and the depressedness between his eyebrows was wiped out. Zhan Yan smiled and said, "You are here quickly."

The man in white didn't want to joke with him and said coldly: "As the full authority of the Supervision Bureau, you should know that your life is not just your business."

At this time, everyone in the seat quickly stood up and saluted, asking for help, "I have met Lord Xiaoyan."

The person who came was Fan Xian’s brain, the Yan Bingyun who had been cold, was the five people in the room at this time. They were all the new generation of real power figures in the Supervision Bureau. What’s amazing is that these five people were just the key figures who collided with the second prince a year ago because of the incident of Baoyuelou. On the night when Fan Xian drove Fan Sizhe out of Kyoto, these five people were all stayed in the same place.

In addition to the black cavalry Jing Ge who was far away in the camp outside Beijing, Su Wenmao who stayed in Jiangnan to deal with the internal treasury affairs, and the uncle and nephew of Mu outside the house and Hong Changqing, the archives in the courtyard, the house is Fan Xian's entire direct descendants in the Supervision Bureau.

Each of them sat down, Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun with a smile, rubbed his eyebrows with his index finger, and said, "Three things."

Everyone listened to the orders quietly. Even Yan Bingyun slightly closed his hands.

"One, Your Majesty summoned fourteen young officials into the palace." Fan Xian said calmly: "The court wants to change a batch of blood, but I don't know how much noise it will be. In the future, the archives of these fourteen people will be sent to me. If you can control the local people, you will immediately start to control the people who cannot control them. Find out the illegal rituals he did when he was wearing open-close pants... and you must also find a way to control them."

Open-shift pants... Of course, we need to dig deeper into the souls of officials.

Everyone in the room was quiet. They felt a little uneasy. The court removed officials. It is indeed necessary for the Supervision Bureau to review their past career experiences in advance, but like Lord Tisi's instructions, it is obvious that it is not for the court, but...

Fan Xian knew that his confidants understood and did not explain much, because of his assassination, the emperor would definitely take the opportunity to do something, and this was also a rare opportunity for him. Apart from a few people, these young officials did not have any obvious factions. Because they were clean and had no power to be their backers, they gave Fan Xian an opportunity to secretly interfere in the government affairs.

Yan Bingyun suddenly shook his head and said, "I want to give mine too?"

Among the fourteen young officials, Yan Bingyun's name was also named. This was only a few hours ago. When Yan Bingyun left the palace, he knew that Fan Xian had arrived at Baoyue Tower and rushed over, but he also knew that there was not much in Kyoto that could be hidden from Fan Xian's eyes and ears.

"If you want to write a copy, just write a copy." Fan Xian said angrily: "Qin Heng will not need it. The case file in the court is clear. The key point is He Zongwei, this person... It seems that His Majesty admires him very much."

He immediately sneered, "But... I don't appreciate him."

"The second thing." Fan Xian said softly: "There is a spy in the courtyard. After Zhu Ge's death, the internal correction seemed to be weaker. I'll find him out. I don't want any problems in the future."

Yan Bingyun smiled and said nothing. Fan Xian was a little surprised and glared at him.

"The third thing." He looked at Yan Bingyun and said, "Prepare some paper and prepare to wipe the butt in the yard...I'm going to kill a few people."

"Who are you killing?" Yan Bingyun looked directly at Fan Xian's forced gaze and asked calmly: "If it is a senior official, I would object. After this assassination, Your Majesty can no longer tolerate it. If you act rashly, it will not help the matter."

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, subconsciously rubbed his younger brother's head beside him, raised his head and said, "Murder is not the purpose, nor is it a means of gaining some kind of profit, it is just a warning and teasing... The dean's wishes are clear, I believe you know that adding another fire at this time will be beneficial to the overall situation."

The rest of the people didn't understand, and they didn't know what President Chen meant by the overall situation, but Yan Bingyun was bitter in his lips and said with a wry smile: "If you want to make a fool of yourself, just take revenge and vent your anger very childishly. Don't get involved with the overall situation."

"I just want to take revenge." Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and said, "You are all my people, and those who die in the valley are also mine. Since my people die, their people will die."

Finally, he ordered these most confidant subordinates: "The day before Wan'er returned to Beijing, I held a banquet in Baoyue Tower to invite His Royal Highness, the eldest prince, the second prince, Qin Heng, and the two deputy envoys of the Privy Council...you prepare for it."
Chapter completed!