Chapter 53: Snowflakes before dawn, bean flowers

The sedan slowly left the long street, and the strong man with the long bow disappeared, and the remaining snow was filled with white mist.

As the sedan chair left, the coughing sound gradually weakened, and the fog on the long street gradually dissipated. Although the surroundings were still dark, they seemed much clearer than before. Snowflakes quietly fell from the sky, gentle and gentle, floating, like a godly man shaking the flowers and trees in the sky.

The clouds opened, and the layers of dark clouds suddenly cracked a large crack from it, revealing the silver moon. The clear light gradually shone brightly, making the long street clear.

The houses behind the street stretched toward the eaves in the street. Because of the moonlight, some strange-shaped shadows appeared on the ground.

A black shadow suddenly trembled, twisting like a creature, then slowly and quietly retreated back, retracting into the large shadow, and could no longer be separated.

Fan Xian lay on the corner of a gatehouse in the distance, wearing a black and white snow jacket. He took his eyes back from the corner of the street blocked by stone beasts, sighed softly, and sprayed white mist in the darkness. The ice silk condensed on his eyebrows sneered a few times. He lay on his back to the sky with some fatigue, stretching his sore muscles all over his body, and staring at the crescent silver moon in the night sky above his head in a daze.

Touching the hard box beside him, he subconsciously shook his head and narrowed his eyes. He had made a lot of money tonight, and he prepared so well. He was able to succeed, but he was defeated by Eunuch Hong. It was a failure.

He was not ready to use the box. After all, this thing was too sensitive and could not be used lightly until the last moment. He just wanted to kill a strong man like Yan Xiaoyi who was already standing at the peak of humanity. He could not touch the hard box with his palms. He had no confidence in his heart. This was the blessing of confidence and the last reliance.

Fan Xian lay in the snow on the rooftop, gasping for a few breaths, calming down the feeling of failure and the anger that came from some unknown place.

Someone crawled over. Fan Xian raised the snow coat and covered the thing, and a complicated emotion flashed in his eyes.

Wang Qinian came to him and said, "It's Eunuch Hong."

Fan Xian nodded: "Thank you for your hard work today."

Tonight, everyone in the Supervision Bureau was busy with those bloody things. Fan Xian’s most trusted confidant Wang Qinian seemed to be a little idle. Only Fan Xian himself knew that the task he assigned was to make Wang Qinian stare at Yan Xiaoyi’s movements.

He knew that Yan Xiaoyi would not miss this opportunity, so he didn't want to miss this opportunity, and Wang Qinian's performance did not disappoint him. A powerful man at the ninth level had never noticed that his movements were all under Wang Qinian's gaze.

The two wings of the Supervisory Institute, the best person in the world who is good at following and searching for traces, is indeed not a false reputation.

Wang Qinian's face was very pale, which was even whiter than the snow on the rooftop. The silver light in the street was pale. Following the Grand Governor Yan was undoubtedly the most terrifying task in his life. The fear and pressure made the forty-year-old middle-aged man almost unable to bear it, and his mind had already reached the extreme of collapse.

And he didn't know if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

Fan Xian said calmly: "I trust you. To be precise, many of my things are based on trust in you."

Wang Qinian understood what this sentence meant. Mr. Xiao Fan hit himself when he first entered Beijing, and then started to form the Qinian group with this as the center, spreading from the group. Gradually, he took the Supervisory Office into control.

And I am undoubtedly the person in the world who knows the most secrets of Lord Xiao Fan, such as the key on the night in front of the palace and the back of the palace...

The next day, news came that there was an assassin in the palace. Of course, Wang Qinian knew who the assassin was. As for the key, well... it must be used to open something.

So Fan Xian has never killed himself to silence him. Wang Qinian was a little surprised and moved. It was really that touching. There was an impulse to die for his confidant. It was obvious that this impulse was very dangerous and unworthy for him who was over 40 years old, but he still maintained this beautiful feeling in his heart.

Two night owls cried out from the gatehouse. Fan Xian listened with his ears. After confirming that it was clean, he made a gesture to Wang Qinian beside him.

A feeling of fear flashed in Wang Qinian's eyes, because he had vaguely heard of the legend and knew the relationship between the legend and the mother of Xiao Fan.

He knew that his life had been completely handed over to Lord Xiao Fan from today. This is trust between each other. This trust itself is very terrifying and life-threatening.

He flipped his palm and slid down from the gatehouse. His sliding posture was very strange and funny, like a big mantis with long hands and feet, but silently, he fell to the ground, walked to the middle of the street, squatted down, looked at the disguiser's breath, confirmed that he was still alive, and made a gesture in the air.

This gesture was naturally better than Fan Xian. Fan Xian couldn't help laughing as he looked at this scene. Lao Wang really had two brushes, and his hand was light. No wonder he had been moving in the north for a year, but he didn't get any handles from the Jinyiwei guys.

The disguised person who was injured by Yan Xiaoyi's intention was the substitute that Fan Xian carried at any time when he was on the Northern Qi Dynasty. This substitute helped him a lot back then, so he naturally took it out to lure the enemy today.

A few more strange birds cried out from the gatehouse. Several secret spies in black lotus clothes came over and took the carriage from Fan's mansion to pick up Wang Qinian and the substitute. All of this seemed so quiet and natural. At this moment, the clouds in the sky gathered again, the clear light disappeared, and Kyoto sank into the darkness again.

Before the morning, at the darkest point, the snowflakes rose again. Fan Xian came to a shop alone in front of a shop in the west of the city. All the houses were still sleeping, and the shops had not started to prepare. Even the noodle stalls that were the earliest to get started, and they had not started preparing sauce. Only this shop had already opened, using the tempting smell of beans inside to dispel the darkness before dawn and wait for the arrival of the sun.

Under the snowflakes, Fan Xian sat on a small table outside the shop, holding a bowl of tofu and drinking slowly. The tofu tasted good, without a scattered feeling, without too much bean smell, and the fragrance was refreshing. It was even better than Danzhou Donger.

This is a natural reason, because this tofu shop is the most famous in Kyoto and is the first business run by the eldest son of Sinanbo Mansion after entering Beijing.

This tofu shop is Fan Xian’s own.

Fan Xian slowly drank the tofu, his face calm, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. He was reborn for twenty years and was really a useless second-generation ancestor. He did not bring any changes to the world at all. The biggest change... Maybe it is the way to make this tofu?

My mother was so capable and amazing. In those short years, she was rushing to finish everything she could do. So what could she do for herself?

Like all the powerful ministers in history, who play with power, enjoy wealth and honor, and have no lower status, have lived a life of chaos?

Just like what I thought before, Fan Xian gradually felt worried on his face, and he always felt that there was a big desire deep in his heart, but he could never catch what that desire was.

He was a little annoyed and depressed. When he thought of the matter on the street and the longbow behind Yan Xiaoyi, he felt depressed.

"Fuck..." Fan Xian cursed with a very gentle voice and a very gentle attitude.

There is fog tonight. In fact, it is not good. Although this is the environment that the shadow has long judged, he did not expect that Yan Xiaoyi's mind was so powerful that he could accurately judge his location without fear of the fog.

Moreover, the medicine hidden in the fog seemed to have no effect on this peerless powerful man on the ninth grade. The true qi has reached a certain level, and ordinary medicines are indeed not very useful. Fan Xian laughed at himself. There is indeed nothing perfect in this world, the smellless white medicine mist. The effect is indeed much worse.

But even so, in the environment that finally created a must-kill environment tonight, Fan Xian would still have the courage to try to kill Yan Xiaoyi.

He is not an emperor, his confidence comes from his strength and better luck than in the world, and is not as inexplicable as the emperor. So he is used to taking the lead and removing all the powerful figures that may threaten him. Yan Xiaoyi is naturally the first person to be hit.

If there will be great turmoil in Qingguo in the future, Fan Xian will always insist and be able to weaken the opponent's strength, it will be a very beautiful thing for his side. Yan Xiaoyi is not in the army, but in the capital, and he takes the lead, this is the best opportunity. If the opponent returns to the camp of the North and wants to kill the opponent, it would be a dream.

So Fan Xian was sitting on the table at this time, feeling very failed and angry.

Why did the old eunuch Hong come out to break the deadlock?

Fan Xian held the bowl and his right hand trembled a little. He frowned and threw the bowl in his hand to the ground. The porcelain bowl was broken into countless pieces. He rarely showed such anger that he could not control his emotions. It can be seen that the sudden appearance of the old eunuch Hong today really annoyed him to the extreme.

"Why?" He frowned deeply and could not understand this point. Old Eunuch Hong left the palace to break the situation. It was obvious that it was not the emperor's or the empress dowager's intention. But what was the mother and son who had the greatest power in Qing Kingdom thinking? Haven't they seen the current situation clearly yet? If they could kill Yan Xiaoyi and have already cleaned up the second brother's power, the eldest princess's side became increasingly weak, which would ease the situation of the entire royal family.

That somewhat terrifying fluctuation may gradually calm down.

The emperor clearly knew this, so why did he nod and let Tai Lao Jian come forward to stop his match with Yan Xiaoyi? Could it be that the emperor was a lunatic who just liked his sister to move towards the path of rebellion step by step?

Masochism?

Fan Xian thought a little annoyed, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It seemed that the Emperor's family was really a pervert, and they all thought the world was too unfunny.

But... the emperor isn't afraid... he was driven off the dragon throne? The questions that had bothered Fan Xian for a long time made his expression a little ugly. What was the emperor thinking?

Only he himself knew what the emperor was thinking, and Chen Pingping also knew, as Chen Pingping said back then. What kind of position a person stands in, and what kind of vision he will have to make judgments and choices that match this position.

Today, Kyoto, Qingguo, is still in the fermentation stage. Fan Xian wants to take the risk of ending this process to prevent the dough from suddenly expanding in the future. Today, the old minister Hong's move clearly shows that the emperor does not need Fan Xian to worry about this.

So Fan Xian was very distressed.

The first fresh tofu was brought out. It was still steaming. The guy in the tofu shop respectfully spooned two bowls, putting clean sugar, shredded pickled cabbage and sesame oil and scallion soy sauce... The fragrant sweet and salty flavors were delivered to the small table and then returned.

People all know the strange habit of Mr. Xiao Fan. This boss doesn't leave it alone because the tofu shop can't make much money, but he never comes here to see it during the day. He just comes to order two bowls of tofu every one or two months at the darkest time in the early morning. Not many people know Fan Xian's hobby.

Fan Xian was very tired tonight and felt exhausted. He used a porcelain spoon to pull a bowl of tofu and gave it a mouthful of it. It felt sweet and snowflakes fell into the bowl, which made him suddenly think of the term shaved ice, which had been forgotten for a long time, and felt better. He slurped a few bites, and seemed to make up for a lot of energy in a flash.

There was still a bowl, but he didn't move.

The three carriages broke the calm of Kyoto and slowly drove to the tofu pavement. The swordsmen on the two carriages in front and behind jumped out of the carriage, stared vigilantly at the four sides, and set up defenses.

Yan Bingyun lifted the curtain and walked out of the carriage in the middle. After a busy night, Fan Xian's brain was obviously very tired, and there was a trace of haggardness on his pale face.

He walked to Fan Xian's table and was obviously surprised that Fan Xian would actually eat tofu here alone.

Fan Xian nodded and signaled him to sit down. At the same time, he pushed the bowl of tofu mixed with scallions and shredded pickled vegetables over.

Yan Bingyun didn't eat. He took out the file from his arms and began to whisper to explain the situation tonight. When he heard that the person he was going to kill was basically in place to catch the ground, Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction.

"Huang Yi is not dead." Yan Bingyun glanced at him.

Fan Xian raised his head and asked, "What's going on?"

"The poison under the nails is very strong, but it seems that there is a master of detoxification in the princess..." Yan Bingyun said: "So Huang Yi saved his life."

Huang Yi is a strategist at the Princess's Mansion. Although he has not caused any harm to Fan Xian forever and has not shown any extraordinary things, since Fan Xian took action, he has to remove all potential threats, so Huang Yi is also a part of his plan tonight.

Fan Xian doesn't like the bloody dramas of hostages being arrested in the years to come because of his merciful and ruthlessness.

"I'm not a master of detoxification." Fan Xian shook his head: "I know the methods of the three brothers. The master of poison use in Dongyi City is different from our faction... It seems that the eldest princess' infiltration in the Supervision Office was very effective. In addition to the dead Zhuge, she also prepared a lot of anti-toxification meatballs."

Yan Bingyun said, "The nail buried in the Princess Beppu has not been exposed yet. I took my own initiative and asked him to withdraw it."

"Very good." Fan Xian nodded in praise, "You make your own decisions about these things. Don't take unnecessary risks from the people below. It's best to be alive."

Even though he said that, Fan Xian knew in his heart that this was the second failure tonight.

Yan Bingyun said again: "The one who wants to give the confession is dead."

Fan Xian looked up at him and knew that he was talking about the only survivor in the valley sniper. The Qin family's private army had no clues or evidence in the valley sniper case. The only hope was the survivor. Moreover, since he was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison of the Supervision Bureau, with seven and three places to protect him together, it was impossible for him to die like this.

He forced himself to suppress the strange emotions in his heart, looked at Yan Bingyun with a smile, and wonderedly did not get angry.

"Eunuch Hong came just now." Fan Xian said to Yan Bingyun: "What do you think?"

Yan Bingyun was slightly shocked and said softly after a while: "One, Master, I think you have crossed the line tonight. Two, no matter whether he dies or you die, it is not what the master wants to see."

"Don't talk about my master, I will think of the old lame man's hateful tone." Fan Xian frowned and said.

Yan Bingyun smiled and asked, "Although it was your Majesty nodding, you took the opportunity to make things so big tonight. At the grand ceremony tomorrow, our court will definitely be attacked by all the ministers. I am afraid that Grand Secretary Shu and Grand Secretary Hu will both speak. Lord... Under this pressure, Your Majesty will have a certain attitude. You'd better make full preparations."

"What are you afraid of?" Fan Xian glanced at Mr. Xiaoyan's pale face and said self-deprecatingly: "Your Majesty has long wanted to cut off the power of the Supervision Bureau. This will not give him a good opportunity? If I hadn't known this, I wouldn't have rushed to attack everywhere tonight... Before cutting power, I would always clean up some of the enemies."

With a crisp sound, he threw the spoon into the slightly cool porcelain bowl, his face was frosty, and said, "The thing I really want to do tonight is nothing. It's a big loss."

Yan Bingyun said, "In a few more hours, it will be a grand dynasty meeting. You will report your duties today and be prepared to be demoted by Your Majesty."

Fan Xian closed his eyes and said slowly: "A few days ago, Your Majesty asked you young officials to enter the palace. The meaning expressed is very clear, but those old guys are willing to give way? Tonight, the Supervision Bureau conducted a large-scale investigation. Even if we will be punished later, those unclean guys will have to withdraw a few... The court can make some loopholes so that Your Majesty can install people. We are doing things for Your Majesty, and he always has to bear our love."

Yan Bingyun frowned slightly, and it was still difficult to adapt to Fan Xian's courage to call His Majesty the Emperor, and he was a little unhappy, so he had to maintain the right silence.

Fan Xian was too lazy to see his expression and said softly: "The things tonight are almost done. I just feel a little regretful. The family I have been waiting for never taking action."

Yan Bingyun knew which family he was talking about, but he pretended not to know. He looked a little hesitant for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "You don't think it's lively enough? You don't have a single person around you at this time, so you must always pay attention to safety."

Fan Xian glanced at the swordsman of the Supervision Bureau scattered around him, shook his head and said, "I am different from you. You must bring these people with you. I... take them with you or not."

"If I brought people, how dare those people take action? They are all cowards who can only kill people in secret." Fan Xian said sarcastically: "I sat alone in this shop for half an hour, but no one dared to come, which made me underestimate the so-called iron-blooded military."

Yan Bingyun shook his head speechless. Fan Xian turned around and looked at an alley in the dark, knocked on the table next to the tofu bowl with his fingers, and said, "Eat it, it will taste bad if it is cold."

In the alley a little distance from Fan's Tofu Shop, there were seven people wearing night clothes carrying bodies to the carriage. Blood slowly dripped from the carriage and fell on the snow, emitting a faint smell of fishy smell.
Chapter completed!