Chapter 68: If you don’t get it quickly

Of course, Fan Xian could not pretend to be a hygienic person and guard the clan's palace for eighteen days. He just confirmed with Wang Qinian that the hidden line was indeed as they had calculated, and they did not have the idea of ​​following this line to look down.

And he knew in his heart that today was the seventh day of the lunar month, and he confirmed with Hong Zhu that he would leave Kyoto in the early February and go to Jiangnan again... There was too little time in between, and there was no way to really grasp any rules. The only thing he could rely on was Wang Qinian's unpredictable tracking skills.

After confirming the goal, the two left the gate of the clan mansion and returned to the back door of the yard of the old city. Although Fan Xian was very interested in going to see Wang Qinian's daily life, he was really nervous during this period. He didn't have much time to enjoy his life, so he waved his hand and got on the carriage.

All his equipment was left on the black carriage. He took off his clothes outside, checked the sleeve crossbow and medicine bag, and then took out a dressing box, applied it carefully to his face, and then glued his eyebrows down with the characteristic glue from the Supervision Office.

Suddenly, his eye distance and eyebrows changed suddenly, and an inconspicuous mole was added under his jaw. The handsome young master suddenly became an inconspicuous passerby.

The carriage was parked outside Hechifang, Xicheng, but Fan Xian's people had already got off the carriage and merged into the complex crowd of Xicheng.

The area of ​​Kyoto's Nishicheng is not large. Compared with other cities, it is not rich enough, not quiet enough, and not noble enough. Especially the area of ​​Hechifang is a whole slum area. People living here are the first to consider the issue of survival all day long. Only when there is food in the warehouse at home, people will consider etiquette and morality. Therefore, the people in the yard do not have more integrity because of the name of Hechifang. Instead, they are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of transactions that cannot be seen.

Passerby Fan Xian covered the snowflakes in the world with the rain hat behind his clothes. He walked deep into Hechifang with a gloomy face, walking towards the depths of Hechifang. His expression did not look very eye-catching in Hechifang. The people next to the street and the shopkeepers in the shops were too lazy to look at him more.

There are too many people in the fang who are full of gloomy faces and like a dead father. Because there are too many brothers on the Tao here, they can not be collected every day when they go to collect the bills, nor can they run away every time the Kyoto Mansion catches brothers. The brothers on the Tao are righteous and fierce. The brothers on the Tao are also very irritable, so it is normal to be depressed.

After passing through a narrow alley with broken rain eaves, Fan Xian was surrounded by prostitutes standing on the street. Fortunately, it was still early at this time. Although the dedicated prostitutes came out to stand, the inferior powder on their faces and the constant yawning showed that their combat effectiveness was low. Fan Xian was able to come out lightly and drill into a small wooden building on the back street. He found his destination.

The wooden room was filled with an unpleasant smell. As soon as Fan Xian entered the door, he couldn't help but rub his nose, but he didn't lift the hat on his head and sat directly to the bed. He took out a token from his arms and handed it to the vigilant paralyzed man on the bed.

The paralyzed man's hands could move, and he stared at the uninvited guest with a nervous face. After taking the token, he looked carefully for a long time. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Since he is my own person, why did he come up so recklessly?"

Fan Xian didn't have time to talk to him about this, and said directly: "What good things are there in there recently?"

The paralyzed's face changed. I wonder who the hateful guy in front of me was actually asked so directly, but since the other party knew about this, he must be the trusted confidant of the gang leader.

He touched the quilt full of smell for a long time and took out countless boxes. Fan Xian lifted it one by one and looked carefully. The face was still full of life, and it was obvious that he was quite dissatisfied.

The paralyzed his face, shook his head, took out the porcelain pillow under his neck for a long time, and finally took out half of the jade ring and handed it over.

Fan Xian took the jade ring and looked at it carefully. The jade was of excellent quality and warmth, which was really a good object. Moreover, the cloud pattern carved on it was obviously a royal tool. He nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad. The more good things this kind of good thing, the better."

The paralyzed smiled smugly. Fan Xian also smiled in his heart. Of course, he knew that the paralyzed in front of him was not as pitiful as it seemed.

Kyoto is a place where the world's wealth accumulates, especially the palace. From ancient times to the present, all the people of the world have supported the emperor and the nobles, and the eunuchs and palace maids who serve the emperor and nobles will secretly steal these things out and feed back to the dark members of the people of the world.

This is true for the imperial palaces and in major palaces. There are too many shameful silver, money and jewelry that need to be cleaned up, and replaced by land deeds in various states and counties. Naturally, those who do this can only be those professionals at the bottom.

The underworld is such a professional, so gangs with real strength in the world will leave a small semicolon in Kyoto. These people in the martial arts world dare not go against the court, but they will not be polite as the sewer of the court and earn some fragments of money.

It's amazing to say that it's because these people in the martial arts world are extremely stable, so Kyoto has no famous name yet. The Heluo Gang is one of the very inconspicuous gangs responsible for taking over the stolen goods of the palace. When Fan Xian was in Hangzhou, he had many conversations with Xia Qifei and had some understanding of these secret forces. Only then did he realize that the Heluo Gang actually had a fixed passage in the palace, and he couldn't help but feel a little respectful, which led to the Heluo Gang's party today.

This paralyzed man is specifically responsible for the first part of the Haluo Gang selling stolen goods in Kyoto. These people are doing the whole family to be executed, so they are naturally very careful. They are not connected one by one. The people who receive the goods often change, which gives Fan Xian an opportunity to take advantage of.

As for that token, it was naturally prepared by the Supervision Bureau many years ago.

The paralyzed looking at his satisfied smile and said proudly: "It is said that this was given to the Empress Dowager's family by the late emperor, but something happened later. Somehow, now he has returned to the Eastern Palace, which has taken a lot of effort."

Fan Xian felt aroused and said with a smile: "The nobles don't care about these little things. They can be put in the warehouse at will, but they haven't been able to remember to use them for decades."

The paralyzed and said, "Yes, if the price of this piece of jade is sold in Jiangnan and then re-selling it to Jiangbei to buy land, I am afraid I can buy thousands of acres."

Fan Xian didn't want to accompany him and sighed, saying, "I don't understand the rules for the first time."

He said it very directly, but the paralyzed man took out a book from the quilt, pointed to the space of the A-level wine written on it, and said, "Here."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "You paralyzed, you can hide things in the quilt."

The paralyzed a few words, as if he was recalling the past. He followed the gang leader to kill Sifang, but was beaten to paralyzed by someone. The gang leader felt pity for him, so he asked him to come to Kyoto to preside over these things.

Fan Xian didn't know much about the Heluo Gang story, so he naturally didn't dare to speak up. After signing it with the changed handwriting, he handed a silver note from his arms and said, "The first period is 30%. Don't accept me more."

The paralyzed looking at the silver note of 1,000 taels nodded: "Absolutely, although this jade must be more than the price, it is a taboo thing after all, and it can only be sold at a discount."

After finishing all this, Fan Xian carefully put away the jade ring. He didn't say anything more and walked out of this dark room.

Walking on the sludge street in Hechifang, the sky was still gloomy, while Fan Xian's mood, which had been tossing for a long time, relaxed. He had already figured out how to handle the whole thing. Although this plan was indeed a bit complicated and boring, Fan Xian had no choice. In order to ensure Hong Zhu's safety and keep himself hidden behind the scenes, he always needed to approach the truth and expose the truth in a mess.

Now that the plan is on your chest, I don’t know if there will be any problems. But it is much better than when facing a pot of braised elbows a few days ago, but I can’t find the place to mouth.

I thought about the process clearly, and all I left was Hong Zhu to handle it. Of course, His Majesty also needed to be as sensitive and suspicious as Fan Xian expected and full of imagination and wisdom.

As the eldest princess and Fan Xian always thought, the Emperor of Qing was indeed a sensitive and suspicious person, and a person who had been at the top of politics for a long time would always imagine the worst of all conspiracies and use his wisdom. So the more Fan Xian thought about it, the more he relaxed. The more he felt that the emperor was going to be played with by himself this time.

He was able to be humble and not let himself fall into it. Fan Xian had a rare feeling of pride. Although he is now a ninth-grade master and a powerful figure in power, he has always maintained a quiet mind, but today's pride cannot be suppressed.

Perhaps it is because... since he joined the Supervisory Office, he has always been weak in conspiracy. In the past, Yan Bingyun helped him, so he couldn't see any problems. But after the incident in Jiaozhou, Chen Pingping scolded him in the letter and was very disdainful of his ability to organize conspiracy - so today Fan Xian was really proud, and the more he thought about it, the more proud he became.

When he was proud, he saw a frustrated man under the exit archway of Hechifang.

Fan Xian looked at the blue cloth table under the archway, shouting loudly against Xiaoxue, and couldn't help but be stunned, stopped, hid behind the crowd and took a closer look.

It was a lawyer who was hoarse after Lan Bu's case and was hoarsely attracting business. His face was a little pale, as if something was wrong with his body, so his voice seemed a little weak afterwards.

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, letting the rain hat cover most of his face, squinted his eyes and looked at the picture, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The litigator's business was very bad. Not to mention that the lawsuit person came forward to ask, there was not even one person who asked him to write the lawsuit. Some people who seemed to know the inside story were even far away from the Zhang Lanbu case, as if they were afraid of being unlucky.

Fan Xian frowned and left Hechifang.

About half an hour later, in a very ordinary restaurant, Fan Xian smiled and pushed a plate of dishes on his hand to the opposite side, saying, "Eat slowly and chat slowly, why are you like this now?"

Sitting opposite him was the lawyer from He Chiba. He was the first lawsuit with Fan Xian in Kyoto. Later, he was tied to Jiangnan by Fan Xian and made a great contribution to the Ming family lawsuit - Song Shiren.

Song Shiren had a bandit name called "Fuzuier", also known as the world's number one lawyer. He has always been incompetent in the government office, so why did he fall to the point of setting up stalls on the street now? Fan Xian was shocked when he watched it on the street. Later, he asked his subordinates to invite him over, but he didn't dare to go to the Yuelou.

He narrowed his eyes at the lawyer with a depressed face. Although he guessed something in his heart, he still couldn't help but ask about the other party's recent situation.

Song Shiren did not eat food, but just sipped the white wine, looked at Fan Xian deeply, then sighed and smiled bitterly three times, but there was no word.

"Tell me, is it related to me?" Fan Xian asked.

Song Shiren sighed again, and after a while of silence, he said, "Sir, I am not afraid of being ugly. After returning from Jiangnan, the neighbors and other adults knew that I was in Jiangnan, so they looked up to me and knew that I was doing things for you. They all nodded and laughed at me... But later, the news changed. I don't know why, not only did no one dare to ask me to sue, but even friends from the place where I am always making good friends have left me."

"I don't know why?" Fan Xian sighed and said, "You and I know why."

Song Shiren smiled bitterly and said, "Even if he knows, do you dare to shout for justice everywhere?"

Fan Xian fell silent. Listening to Song Shiren's sad and cold statement, he realized that in the next few months, the number one litigator in the world had been so miserable.

Not only was it because of the problem of not being able to earn money, but it seemed that in an instant, the entire Qing Dynasty bureaucracy began to target Song Shiren, Kyoto Prefecture, the Ministry of Justice, and even the Ministry of Rites and Taichang Temple, who were all troubled by him. They used a lot of excuses, but they stripped all his property like wind and rain. No matter how eloquent Song Shiren was able to speak well, how could he be able to defeat the unreasonable actions of the court? Moreover, the powerful and noble figures he had known in the past were now silent. He seemed very afraid of rectifying the people behind Song Shiren.

Nowadays, Song Shiren can only rent a place like Hechifang with his family, and his life is extremely desolate.

Fan Xian looked at him and shook his head at the same time. The two knew each other well what the source of this was.

Song Shiren fought for the Ming family lawsuit in Jiangnan for Fan Xian. Not to mention how much he helped Fan Xian, the key was to use Song Shiren's mouth to naturally not violate the inheritance rights of Fan Xian's eldest son... This sacred rule that was not seen but was heart-wrenching.

This is a big taboo in the palace. When the empress dowager said something softly, there were naturally countless people trying to make Song Shiren shut up.

This is a profound lesson.

"At least, it's okay for everyone." Song Shiren touched his neck with some fear and said, "If you can survive, it's already a pity for God."

Fan Xian knew in his heart that Song Shiren was not killed, and it was the nobles in the palace who gave him some shame. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and said, "Even if no one dares to help you... why don't you come to me? After all, I'm the one who hurts you. If you come to me for help, I always have to do my best."

Song Shiren smiled bitterly and said, "I almost broke my family after I took a lawsuit for the adults. How dare I cause trouble for the adults?"

Fan Xian knew that this person had different feelings, but he was afraid that he would bring more disasters to his door. He looked at Song Shiren and smiled, saying, "Don't worry about anything."

He took out the silver notes from his arms and handed them over. Song Shiren looked up at the top of the note with a very scary share, and couldn't help but be shocked. Although he was a person who had seen the world, he had so much money at one's action, which really made him feel afraid to take it over.

Fan Xian said: "I will arrange for your whole family to leave Beijing immediately. There is no need to worry about safety issues. You can use this money first, which is my compensation for you."

Song Shiren was silent for a long time without answering the conversation.

Fan Xian looked at him and said, "Don't worry, I want to kill you to escape from disaster. I have been cut off in Jiangnan. You know that I have never been afraid to kill a few people... You must understand my temperament. If anyone has helped me, I will protect him and give him enough compensation."

"The resentment in the palace will fade in two days." Fan Xian said with a hint of reference: "At that time, as long as I protect you, who will dare to touch you?"

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the people of Qingguo, also known as the mid-senth day of the New Year, is a relatively important day during the New Year. Although it is not as popular as the seventh day of the lunar month, the streets are also lively. Fan Xian, who has planned everything, seems very relaxed. He took Wan'er in a carriage and wandered around Kyoto for a long time before changing the route under the constant urging of his wife and Fujiko Kyo, and drove directly to Prince's Mansion, which is not far from the imperial city.

The gate of the Prince's Mansion was wide open today, but not many guests came. The eldest prince was standing on the stone steps waiting for the carriage of the Fan's mansion.
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