Chapter 45: The hard work

The second day is the day before the third day. This is not nonsense. Because Wan'er is going to return to Beijing on the third day. Fan Xian is used to keeping his wife and family away from all the dirty things, so he set the time for the second day. The wind is gentle and the snow is gradually melting. Tianhe Street is wet and the stone pond on the street with snow finally flows, carrying snow balls and dead leaves to the low-lying area.

The Thirteen City Gate Division is responsible for the security guards of the four directions inside and outside Kyoto. The Thirteen City Gate Division is directly transferred from the palace. Not to mention that the Kyoto garrison cannot reach in, even the military elders of the Privy Council will not make too many moves on the surface. Every night, the Kyoto gates will be closed. In the history of the Qing Kingdom, except for those bloody coups, as well as several major natural disasters and border turmoil, there is no precedent for setting up at night.

The old president of the Supervision Office, Mr. Chen Pingping, is an exception. He lives in Chenyuan outside Beijing, and His Majesty gave the dean the privilege of entering Beijing at night.

But there is only this exception. Except for Chen Pingping, no one can go to and from Kyoto late at night without a emperor. However, after Fan Xian took charge of the Supervisory Office, there was another person in this exception.

So even though the Kyoto Guardian Yuantai Camp found Yan Shendu's body and reported it step by step, finally reported to the general who knew Yan Shendu's true identity... The generals in the camp were shocked and frightened, and still could not notify the adults in Kyoto.

The Kyoto garrison commander Qin Heng only learned about the news the next morning.

Then Yan Xiaoyi, the governor of the Great Advancing in Beijing who returned to Beijing to report his work, also learned the news.

He gave birth to his own son and was assassinated in the camp last night.

Yan Xiaoyi sat by the bed, his feet wide open. This was a habit developed by riding a horse in his years of military career. His eyes were a little indifferent to the messenger kneeling in front of the door, slightly tilted his head, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"Master." The two concubines on the bed suppressed their fear and anxiety and struggled to get up. They put on their clothes for Governor Yan and rinse with water.

During all this, Yan Xiaoyi maintained a cold and calm state, and his hands rubbed in the hot water basin did not tremble at all.

He has been energetic since he was a child, and after joining the army, he has been happy every night. He has countless servants in his family, but he has no wife in the house in Kyoto, but he has five concubines left to serve him. Last night, the two concubines could not bear it anymore.

Yan Xiaoyi turned his head and glanced at the concubine beside him. He used to being proud of his physical strength and energy in secret, but today he felt a little strange in his heart and felt a little disgusted with these charming women.

Women. He has many, but his son, he has only one.

He stood up calmly, tied a black and jade belt around his waist, put on a cloak to block the snow, and walked out. Outside the door, there were personal soldiers and Kyoto garrison waiting with fear on their faces.

Looking at the longbow and the feathered arrow that his confidant was holding, Yan Xiaoyi was a little lost by the horse. Even so, since he heard the news, he still had a calm expression, and his face with a slight darkness with a firm look was not strange.

The sound of horse hooves gradually left Yan Mansion, and two beautiful girls in the mansion died tragically in the bed. Blood stained the entire green curtain.

Under the escort of his personal soldiers, General Yan left the city gate and came to the Yuantai camp not far away. His face was indifferent and he didn't even look at the generals of the camp who came to comfort him. Even Qin Heng, who was rushing to the sky, was ignored by him.

He went directly into the central army tent.

Yan Shendu's body was placed in the tent, and no one dared to touch the body. Because everyone was waiting for Governor Yan to take a look at it in person.

Yan Xiaoyi stood in front of his son's body. He hadn't spoken for a long time, but his brows frowned slightly. After a long time, his eyes drooped slightly, and he reached out to pull away his son's palms, which had already been stiff.

The dead man's hand was very tightly grasped, and Yan Xiaoyi tried very hard to break two of his son's fingers. He took out something from his son's palm, then raised it to his eyes, and looked carefully.

The skylight outside the tent came in, and it gently folded from the jade pendant and shot into Yan Xiaoyi's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

He knew this jade pendant. There was a small sword on it and a few words were engraved on the other side, so his heart became cold and then burned again.

The other generals in the central army tent did not know what this jade pendant represented. Qin Heng sighed, stepped forward to comfort him a few words, and expressed the Qin family's sincere apology for the matter. The son of a great governor was assassinated in the camp controlled by his own family. In any case, the Qin family would bear great responsibility.

Yan Xiaoyi nodded slightly and finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse, and he said slowly: "Young Marquis doesn't need to say much."

Qin Heng was silent and said after a moment, "Please mourn the Grand Governor."

Yan Xiaoyi had no sad expression on his face. He asked Yuantai Camp to take him to the tent where his son once lived. He went in alone and stayed in the tent for a long time.

All the people in the land were waiting for him outside and did not dare to disturb him.

After having a last conversation with his son's breath in the camp, Yan Xiaoyi walked out of the hole behind the camp, his face was blank, looking at the large pools of blood that were blown by the wind, without saying a word.

Returning to the central army tent again, Yan Xiaoyi looked at his son's body, lowered his head, suddenly reached out, held the arrow inserted in his heart of his son's body, and pulled it out with a little force.

With a puff, the arrow branch left the corpse and fell into Yan Xiaoyi's hand. He inserted the arrow into the quiver on his back by his personal soldiers, then turned around and said to Qin Heng: "Burn it."

The sound of horse hooves came back, and he left Yuantai camp and drove towards Kyoto. Even if his son was assassinated, as a chief general of the court, Yan Xiaoyi still wanted to stay in Kyoto, which was the inconvenience caused by power.

The cold wind blew on the face.

The personal soldiers of the Northern Army and the local soldiers were full of grief and anger. They fought against the Northern Qi people in the northern border of Qing Kingdom for several years. They believed that they had made contributions to the country, but they did not expect that someone in Kyoto would dare to assassinate the prince of the Grand Governor!

Yan Xiaoyi's expression remained unchanged, and just said coldly to his follower: "It's not Sigujian, the killer was bleeding, the ninth grade."

The jade pendant showed the origin of the killer, Yan Shendu's strength and the price paid by the man showed the man's level. He followed him on a horse and said, "After Ye Chong left Beijing, there were only a few people in the ninth rank of Kyoto. Now that the governor and Lord Xiao Fan returned to Beijing, there were two more, but there should be some hidden in the secret, such as the Supervision Office."

There is no doubt that Yan Xiaoyi was the first to be hit after returning to Beijing. Especially before the Privy Council that day, the whip that Fan Xian waved at him turned this confrontation hidden in the dark into an upcoming conflict.

So everyone will think of Fan Xian at the first time when Yan Shendu's death.

"It's not Fan Xian." Yan Xiaoyi said coldly: "But it must be related to Fan Xian."

The city gate was right in front of him, and the arrow-carrying person looked at the Grand Commander worriedly, thinking that if it was really related to that Lord Fan, what would the Grand Commander do? Could it be that he shot His Majesty's illegitimate son with an arrow in Kyoto?

Yan Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes slightly, said nothing, but just coughed twice, then covered his lips. A trace of blood flowed out from his fingers.

The assassination last night was not publicized. First, not many people knew about Yan Xiaoyi's son's garrison in Kyoto, and second, the time was too short, and even the head of the Supervisory Office did not obtain relevant details. The civil and military officials of the Qing Dynasty court were originally divided into two systems, so naturally not many ministers in the court knew about this.

Today is a small court meeting. The ministers at the palace gate gathered together in groups of three or three, each with their own hills. However, the relationship between the Prince of the East Palace and the Second Highness has been much more relaxed. Therefore, the civil servants of the two factions are not too far away.

However, Fan Jian, the Minister of Revenue, was whispering something to the two Grand Secretarys of the Secretariat. No one was close to these three people.

With a whip, the palace gate slowly opened, and the imperial guard commander came out calmly, bowed to the elders in front of him, and everyone quickly returned the salute. Since more than a year ago, when His Majesty asked the eldest prince to take charge of the palace, the defense of the entire palace has indeed been solid, and this eldest prince is also a diligent person. He will be on duty in person every time there is a meeting, without any mistakes because of his status as a nobleman.

Because of this, the ministers who attended the court all felt a little respectful and fearful.

The ministers entered one after another and went to court to discuss the world's gossip with the Emperor Qing Kingdom. The palace gate suddenly became quiet again. The snow in the square in front of the palace had been cleaned up, revealing the wet bluestone below. The swept away snow ridged into a half-person-high snow pile on the other side of the square, like a short city.

A carriage came over from the long snow pile. The carriageman was covered in black. The imperial guards at the chapel gate and the guards inside the gate immediately learned the identity of the person in the carriage, and they couldn't help but feel curious and excited.

The eldest prince pressed his sword and greeted him, helping the young official in the carriage who was still inconvenient to move. The two of them whispered something and entered the palace.

The soldiers inside and outside the palace gate did not dare to make a sound, but Xiaoyi looked at the scene with his own light. Until the figures of the eldest prince and the young official disappeared into the palace, everyone exhaled a breath of turbid air and started to talk in a low voice.

"Did you see it? It's said that Your Highness has a good relationship with him, but it seems that it's not a false one."

"What's so strange about this? I was originally a brother."

"Brother?" Someone sneered: "I don't remember how Fantis cleaned up the Second Highness a year ago?"

"Silence!"

Although Qing's national customs are open and there are few people who are punished for words, at the gate of this Huanghuang Palace, they talked about the royal gossip. It is impossible not to say that these soldiers who once followed the eldest prince to attack the Humans and then joined the imperial guards to stand guard and stand guard were extremely brave.

The two little eunuchs looked at these imperial guards like gods.

"That's the legendary Lord Xiao Fan?" A guard obviously entered the palace and said with excitement on his face: "It turns out to be as handsome as the legendary god, but his complexion doesn't seem to be very good."

"Nonsense! I was assassinated just a few days ago. I was injured so seriously. How could I heal? It's strange that Lord Xiao Fan's injury is healing so quickly. He can walk down the ground now. Why are you so anxious to come to court?"

"Don't forget. Lord Xiao Fan is the youngest ninth-grade master in Daqing Country!"

"But when it comes to sniping..."

Everyone suddenly fell silent, knowing that this matter was too terrible, so it would be better to talk less about it.

Fan Xian and the eldest prince were walking in the palace, not knowing what the people behind were talking about, but the eldest prince couldn't help but be curious why his injuries were in a hurry to enter the palace before he healed.

"Why are you so anxious to enter the palace? The palace has been a little confused recently, and I'm a little nervous about investigating your sniping."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Forgot? I remember sending the invitation to the palace. It should be the eldest princess who personally touched it... I treat you at the Baoyue Tower in the evening. I have the strength to treat you, but I don't hurry to enter the palace to report my work. I'm afraid that Your Majesty will slap me in the butt."

"You should call it the Great Princess or sister-in-law, why do you still call it the Great Princess?"

"Forget it, the eldest princess is awkward, and she always thinks of Ye Ling'er's girl. Sister-in-law is even worse... I don't want to be scolded by the Zhengqing of Taichang Temple in person. My surname is Fan, but you have your surname is Li." Fan Xian said a little wildly, at least as a minister and a minister, he seemed a little unruly.

The eldest prince knew his thoughts and smiled helplessly, and suddenly said solemnly: "Do you know that?"

"What's the matter?" Fan Xian frowned slightly.

"Yan Xiaoyi's son was assassinated last night." The eldest prince stared into Fan Xian's eyes, as if he wanted to judge from his eyes whether this assassination had anything to do with him.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, too lazy to deliberately pretend to be surprised, and said, "If you die, you will die. Anyway, you are not from my native place. Don't guess it, it has nothing to do with me."

The eldest prince looked at him and shook his head: "No matter whether it has anything to do with you or not, I'm afraid this matter will be recorded on your head."

"I remember it." Fan Xian smiled gently and said, "I have many enemies in this life, and I don't care about one or two more."

"That person is... Yan Xiaoyi." The eldest prince reminded in a stressful tone.

Fan Xian didn't respond. He just thought to himself. The Your Highness beside him was indeed a little powerful in the military. At this time, he was afraid that the city gate had just opened. He could actually know the story that happened in the Yuantai Camp.

Seeing that he ignored him, the eldest prince frowned and said, "I'm afraid this matter is not so good. Think about it, in the garrison camp near Kyoto, he was actually mixed up by an assassin... Once the matter is exposed, no one can think of having a good life. This matter... is too presumptuous."

Fan Xian heard the hidden meaning in his words, couldn't help but sneer and said, "Yuantai Camp? Some days ago, someone dared to move the military's city guard crossbow to murder the imperial envoy in the valley... Who is more presumptuous?"

Seeing that he was angry, the eldest prince knew that he had lost many subordinates in the valley sniper, so he had to change the subject and asked: "When will the girl Chen come back? The emperor's grandmother and my mother have been celebrating each other for a long time, but I'm afraid that I will be reluctant to leave her to Jiangnan again next year."

Fan Xian said, "I'll be here tomorrow. By the way, I brought the princess of the Hu clan back... In addition, I bought a house in Yangcong Lane. The place is remote and quiet, just right for hiding the beauty."

The eldest prince was stunned when he heard this and asked, "What's the secret of beauty?"

Fan Xian took out a deed from his arms and threw it to him, his lips slightly raised and said, "Give you a mistress."

The eldest prince glared at him in annoyance, and said, "There is a poetic and elegant face in front of others, but who knows it is a sharp and mean fox mouth."

"That's true." Fan Xian said arrogantly: "I have enough reputation. Next, we will tear this face and have fun with everyone."

The eldest prince was slightly shocked and frowned and said, "What do you want to do after you hired so many people tonight? Don't do it nonsense."

"How could it be? They are all nobles, and it's too late for me to flatter you." Fan Xian sneered: "But I know your thoughts too. I don't want your brothers to fight against each other, so I can defeat them quickly."

The eldest prince said disagreeably: "This is a bad thing. It's all a father and a compatriot. Just wait for the sages, and you'll be a little bit sensible."

"Don't interfere." Fan Xian shook his head and said, "It's the same old saying, I'm the surname Fan... But don't worry, I don't have the hobby of chopping my fingers. As long as they are willing to be honest after tonight, I will naturally not do anything."

The eldest prince laughed. After thinking for a while, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing at himself. From ancient times to the present, historical books show that few young ministers dared to threaten the prince and prince in person like him, let alone the tone of teaching. This matter seems a bit ridiculous.

Fan Xian insisted that his surname was Fan, but he knew that if it weren't for the fact that he should have been surnamed Li, he would have not had enough strength to negotiate with the children of the royal family, and he would not even have such qualifications. According to his style of conduct, he would have been very afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

So when he waited in the imperial study for a long time and finally saw the emperor who lifted the curtain and came in, the surname Li, he showed respect, but occasionally there was a hint of coldness and stubbornness between his eyebrows and eyes.
Chapter completed!