Chapter 2: Hu Ge in Dingzhou

It was still dawn, and a group of people from Kyoto got up and washed up. This time, Fan Xian brought all the staff in the hospital. Except for Mu Fenger, now in charge of the matters of the Qi Nian team, the rest were composed of members of the Second Division and Six Divisions. The semi-military management career of the Supervision Institute made these people calm and silent. They only heard the sound of water, the sound of the door squeaking, but there was no conversation.

The nearly twenty miles from the post station to Dingzhou City was flying on the official road of eight horses, but it didn't take much time. And today there was no need to cherish horsepower. So when the pedestrians came to the east gate of Dingzhou City, the sun was not very high, and there was a hint of cold in the warmth, but the vegetable farmers queuing to enter the city and the business teams coming from the hinterland of the Central Plains had already lined up in a long line.

The autumn in Kyoto is not strong, and the soldiers of the border city have already started wearing cotton-padded armor. Fan Xian took a look without any noticeable glance, and then signaled Mu Feng'er to prepare the documents to pass the level.

This time when I came to Dingzhou, Fan Xian was not prepared to express the imperial envoy's ceremonial guard at the beginning. Of course, there were only a dozen people, even if I wanted to, they would not be able to show up. This group of people disguised as merchants in Jiangnan, holding a road tea deed opened by the Ministry of Revenue and the Transportation Department of the Inner Treasury. The reason for disguising this is not that the court has any doubts about the city of Dingzhou, but that Fan Xian had to meet someone in private, and in order to ensure the safety of that person, it is better to meet privately without the channels of the court.

After all, the Hu people suddenly got their clues. His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian both suspected that there was a capable man in the Western Hu people who were making the decision. So who knows whether there were spies buried by the Hu people in the military and government governments of Dingzhou City?

The inspection work of the East Gate soldiers was very meticulous. Fan Xian did not line up. He stood by the line and looked coldly and nodded secretly. The Ye family has been operating in the western border for decades, but he still has not slackened at all. No wonder His Majesty appreciated him so much.

The postmaster at the post station wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and followed Fan Xian, feeling upset. At this time, he changed into a businessman's clothing, and his face was tampered with by officials of the Supervision Bureau, which made him look even more vulgar. But he didn't understand why the noble man in front of him took him into the city. And he had to dress like this.

The team quickly lined up with Fan Xian and his group. Fan Xian noticed that although the Dingzhou Army soldiers were strictly inspected, they did not take the opportunity to collect the benefits of oil and water, and did not deliberately keep merchants and vegetable farmers from all sides, so the speed was very fast.

Mu Feng'er handed over the prepared customs documents, roads and tea deeds. The school official was slightly stunned and frowned, as if he felt something strange.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at him, not knowing that something was wrong, but he was not panicked. Anyway, in the afternoon, he would go to the Xiliang Road Governor's Office to reveal his identity, and both sides should not have any misunderstandings.

The school officials' surprise was not that there was anything wrong with these documents, but that these documents looked too beautiful. Especially the issuance of seals and signatures... were actually the top priority in the various yamen. This shows that the identity of this group of merchants is very important, otherwise how could the officials and masters in the court personally review these documents?

Fan Xian and his party did not expect that this point would attract the attention of others. It was naturally very simple for the Supervisory Office to do these documents, but the Censorate recently watched them. So these documents simply went to various departments to find real goods, but... they were too real and too shocking. If Wang Qinian was still responsible for all the meticulous affairs around Fan Xian at this time, I would not have made such a mistake.

The school official stared at Mu Feng'er coldly, then subconsciously glanced at Fan Xian, understanding that this noble and beautiful young man was the leader of this caravan.

Fan Xian did not look back at him. He was looking at the Dingzhou city walls that were close to him with interest. He thought secretly that there were plains or deserts around Dingzhou City. Where did these big stones come from? Is there loess between the stones? Can this also build the city walls?

The school official frowned. He subconsciously didn't want to mess with this young man who was above the top. He nodded and let him go. He just watched the business trip enter the city and called a subordinate and whispered a few words.

Fan Xian didn't know that when he admired the city wall, he would give the soldiers of the state army a higher impression than the top. He really liked to see everything in the world with his own eyes. After all, it was a rare second life, so he always had a strong desire to explore the beauty, history or existence around his life.

He had seen the ancient city walls of Shangjing for hundreds of years and was even more familiar with the city walls with strict bans in Kyoto. Today, he rarely came to Dingzhou, the most western part of the empire. Of course, he was curious. He still regretted himself. He didn't know when he would have the chance to see the legendary world's largest city, Dongyi City.

The official secretary who had been following the city with a sad face gradually realized why Mr. Danbo wanted to bring his little character into the city. It turned out that the young man was preparing to go shopping, but the streets in Dingzhou City were messy and all kinds of shops intersected in a mess. If there was no local person leading the way, there were many places without a name, which would really be impossible to find.

What made him feel a little headache was that this noble young master seemed to be in such a remote place for the first time. He was interested in everything and was not tired when he was walking around. Especially when the Hu people transported from the Hu tribe from Xichi Hezi, the Hu people used tools attracted his attention for a long time.

After a long time of touching, Fan Xian and his party visited the Dingzhou Trading Square for a thorough visit, perfectly fulfilling the enthusiasm that a caravan should show.

Under a wall of earth, Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at the city tower of Dingzhou Xiongcheng in the distance, and asked in a low voice: "Has the message been sent?"

Mu Feng'er looked around carefully, nodded, and said, "According to the agreement between the two parties, we have sent it out, but we have been two days early, so we are afraid that the other party has not entered the city yet."

Fan Xian thought for a while and said, "I must come two days early. The news of my departure from Beijing cannot be blocked. Hongcheng must know that I am coming. If I am dragged down by this kid, I will definitely be drinking and there is no time to do anything. Besides, in the camp and the Governor's Mansion, who knows if there are any spies from the Hu people?"

Mu Feng'er glanced at the nervous Yicheng behind the team and said, "If it weren't for not being familiar with the terrain, I really shouldn't have called this person to lead the way. I don't know what to do if I'm not familiar with the terrain."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's not a big deal of beheading. We just need to ensure the safety of each other, so we must be so careful. As for the postmaster, it's better to send him two beauties when he leaves another day."

Having said that, Fan Xian also felt a little regretful, because His Majesty has always strictly prohibited the Supervision Bureau from exploring its tentacles into the military too deeply, so the Supervision Bureau has no capable people in Dingzhou, whether it is in charge of various places or the second department of the Ministry of Information Collecting Information.

Of course, the Supervision Bureau must have had nails buried in Dingzhou, but Fan Xian thought that the Dingzhou city was extremely safe, so he refused to use these nails, so he would not feel unhappy in the military and political yamen afterwards. The one who suffered the loss was the lower-level officials of the Supervision Bureau.

The group of people parked the carriage in a shaded place, waiting silently for the sun to move slowly, and bought some sesame cakes for lunch and ate them with clear water. Fan Xian was no exception. Every time he acted, his behavior always made the hearts of his subordinates closer, but the postmaster saw that the young master was also struggling to chew sesame cakes, but he was amazed in the dark.

When the shadow of the earth wall behind the carriage gradually lengthened, a subordinate of Fan Xian came back humming a small song. He was also carrying the specialty items of Hu’s army purchased along the road, and it seemed that he was very careful along the road. After the carriage, he threw these things back into the carriage, lowered his voice and said something to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian raised his head, looked at Mu Feng'er, and said with a smile: "It seems that the other party is more anxious than us, so let's go and see you."

Mu Feng'er thought about it and found that this should not be a conspiracy. After all, it was Daqing's world in Dingzhou City, and no one had the courage to do something to attack the inspector's office. So he nodded and called the postmaster over and called him.

After leaving the convoy, Fan Xian, Mu Fenger and the postmaster had only three people, crossed the earthen wall and walked through the lively street market. Just like a businessman who came from the mainland for the first time, he was curious about walking through it. He didn't know how long he had walked. Finally, he arrived at a mutton shop.

Seeing that the shop had no signs, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile and said, "Damn, this place is really hard to find." He patted the Yizheng's shoulder: "It seems you can do it, you even know these places."

Yicheng felt his whole body soft and thought that his shoulder was patted by the young master. It seemed that he couldn't bear to take a shower for half a month... No, I only took it once a month, and it should be that I didn't look for women or women for half a month. This seemed a bit unprofitable...

Just as the postmaster was thinking about it, Mu Feng'er had already walked into the mutton shop first, walked sideways through the inner door of the earthen house, covered her nose, walked to the inner room, and sat on the mat that she had made an appointment with the man in advance.

There are four mats in the inner door of this shop, with a small table on it, which provides guests with carnivorous and wine. Each mat is separated by a thin cloth, but it cannot be separated from the sound, which is barely meaningful.

Fan Xian sat in the innermost place. Yicheng only dared to sit half of his butt outside, and he was wondering in his heart. He didn't know why this noble person had to find this very inconspicuous shop. Did he come to meet someone?

Then he took a bowl of wine handed over by his young master in panic, took a sip carefully, and then fell asleep in a deep state.

After eating a few pieces of mutton and drinking two bowls of strong wine, Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter. He glanced at the thin curtain beside him and winked at Mu Feng'er.

Mu Feng'er thought for a moment, picked up the wine bowl, got up and lifted the curtain, and went to the cool mat on the other side. With the curtain, Fan Xian's eyes were very sharp. He saw that the man was about forty or fifty years old, but his face was dark. After all, he was a Hu man and he was inaccurate.

At this time, the sun was in the sky, the sky gradually became steep, but the earthen house was still quiet. It was not the time to drink, so the shop was particularly quiet, with only Fan Xian and the mysterious Hu people.

I don’t know what Mu Feng'er said to the Hu man there. After a long time, the curtain was opened. Mu Feng'er nodded to Fan Xian, indicating that he had confirmed the other party’s identity.

Fan Xian half-sided, staring at the Hu man with a calm expression. He found that the other party was holding a wine bowl with a steady palm, and there was no change in his pupils. He spoke slowly:

"Why should you change your face and be so sneaky?"

The Hu man put down the wine bowl and glanced at Fan Xian, as if he wanted to know the true identity of this young man. This glance was like lightning, which was so stunning that it was intimidating.

However, Fan Xian had a cold expression and had no reaction at all.

The Hu man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he did not expect that any official from the Qing State Supervision Bureau would have such unfathomable cunning and strength.

"Yes, I'm Hu Ge." The Hu man, who looked in his forties or fifties, stared at Fan Xian's face with an eagle-like gaze, "He said you are the leader. Then I'll talk to you."

Fan Xian smiled, raised the wine bowl in his hand, and said, "I don't want to know much."

"I must first confirm the safety of the princess." Hu Ge, the number one master under the tent of the Zuoxian King of Xihu, was famous and powerful in the western border, and was deeply respected by the Hu people. He was naturally extraordinary. However, when he spoke the words of the Central Plains, he always felt a little awkward, and he had no reason to weaken his momentum.

Fan Xian reached into his arms, took out a jade hook and handed it over. After Hu Ge took the jade hook, his eyebrows were locked deep, as if he was in a kind of contemplation. Fan Xian did not disturb his memories. He just watched this scene quietly.

The Supervisory Office took the bait with the number one master in Zuo Xian’s tent. It was not that Fan Xian had the ability to go all out, but that the other party took the initiative to come through a very troublesome way. For such people who took the initiative to come to the door, the Supervisory Office's usual way of dealing with it is - not taking the initiative, not making promises, and not being responsible.

It was not until the other party did give the Supervisory Office some extremely available information that the Supervisory Office began to follow up this route. Apart from Fan Xian himself, there was no other person to follow up this route, because the reason why Hu Ge and the Supervisory Office had a relationship was Massoso.

Massosuo is still hiding his pride in the golden house with the prince, but in terms of ownership, he is still Fan Xian's person. This Hu tribe princess is a female prisoner, not a female prisoner, because her tribe was originally planned to surrender to the eldest prince's troops, but the matter was not yet completed, and it was exposed. The entire tribe was slaughtered by the Western Hu King's tent. The remaining tribe members were scattered in the Western Regions and each defected to the nobles.

This Hu Ge was a warrior from this small tribe back then. However, before he could reveal his identity and win glory for the tribe, he had already received the tragic news that the tribe was slaughtered.

After confirming Hu Ge's identity from Massoso, Fan Xian began to strengthen his secret contact with Hu Ge.

Masso not only knew Hu Ge, but these two people were even very good friends when they were young. In the words of people from Central Plains, they were so-called childhood sweethearts. So when Fan Xian looked at the other party’s old face, he wondered, is it really so easy for Hu people to see him when they wore wind and sun every day?

Hu Ge carefully put the jade hook into his arms, looked at Fan Xian and said, "I do want to avenge the tribe, but don't forget that I am also a Hu person, so I can say some things, and some things I can't say... You Qingren are too sinister and cunning, and I can't believe it."

Fan Xian understood this. If he wanted to let the other party lead the Qing army and raid the Xihu King's tent for thousands of miles, no one in the court would dare to believe him. He lowered his head and thought for a while and said, "I don't need you to do anything. On the contrary, I can support you. I heard that Zuo Xianwang's current situation is not good. If you can help him gain a foothold, your own power will definitely rise."

Before the Hu clan master spoke, Fan Xianji waved his hand simply and said, "I'll give you support, but I don't ask for much. First, you must try every means to stop the big offensive next spring. Even if you can't stop it, I still need your information... Don't worry, we are straightforward and will not be ambushed, but we just need to set up a formation and threaten each other. This time difference is the case, you should know if you arrange it."

Hu Ge frowned and said, "But now there is no power to speak Zuo Xianwang, let alone me."

"That's your problem. Since it's cooperation, you have to give some sincerity." Fan Xian looked at him and said calmly: "I won't treat you badly. You have to convince those people, of course you can't rely on your fists alone."

"All the nobles in the world are the same, they all like gold, silver, jewelry, silk, and satin."

Hu Ge glanced at the young official opposite.

"I will give you as much as you need to bribe." Fan Xian's tone was very ordinary, but it showed strong confidence. "And if you want to revive the tribe, you also need a lot of money. In fact, it is very simple to make a deal with me, I just need to ask you one word."

"Do you want to get rich?"

Fan Xian once asked some people this sentence, such as the former commander of the Northern Qi Jinyiwei, Lord Shen Chongshen. Lord Shen didn't want to make money with Fan Xian, and wanted to make money by himself, so he died. Then Fan Xian asked the uncle of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Marquis Changning, Marquis, who was very willing to make money with Fan Xian, so his family not only made money, but Wei Hua also became a high-ranking official.

History has long proved that those who work with Fan Xian are always very happy.

But Hu Ge didn't know the other party's true identity. He said in a cold voice: "Everyone likes gold and silver, but your words make people unable to believe... With so much money, even goods that can't be bought, you can make me agree to it with just one word... Don't lie to me. Although our sons on the grassland are straightforward, they are not fools."

Fan Xian’s words do sound like a lie. There are many tents on the grassland, and countless nobles, and these nobles are all insatiable. If they want to fill their appetite, unless the Qing court strongly supports it. How can a young official from the Supervision Yuan be able to be this master?

"I can give you a good knife from the origin of the inner warehouse." Fan Xian did not answer his words and said coldly: "But the quantity is limited. After all, I don't want the knife I gave to you in the future to chop the neck of my Daqing people."

Fan Xian did not answer Hu Ge's doubts, but Hu Ge felt even more uneasy. He stared at this young and handsome face, lowered his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

Fan Xian glanced at him and said, "I am Fan Xian."

With a shiny and crisp sound, Hu Ge's back hit the earthen wall heavily. He pulled out the scimitar at his waist and pointed it at Fan Xian. The dust on the earthen wall was falling, dirting the vegetables and wine on the table.

Hu Ge looked at Fan Xian with great vigilance, and a hint of fear arose in his eyes.

Fan Xian lowered his head and tapped the table with his fingers. He didn't expect that his true identity would scare the other party to look like this. Fortunately, this person is known as the number one master under the Zuo Xianwang's account.

But he didn't know that the name of Fan Tisi, the Supervisory Office of Qing State, had already resounded throughout the world. The place where the Hu people lived in the distant places was only in the hearts of the people of Qing State. Young Master Fan was dazzling, but in the eyes of the enemies of Qing State, this legendary young man was really the first target of preventing the land.

Of course, until now, the Hu people have not suffered from Fan Xian's losses, but they have suffered a lot of Chen Pingping's losses, so they are afraid and vigilant about Chen Pingping's successor. After Fan Xian's self-representation, Hu Ge's first thought was that the connection today was a trap, and the second thought was that if this was not a trap, then this transaction would also put the Hu people in a doomed place in the future.

"Don't be so scared." Fan Xian raised his head and said slowly: "Yes, I am the leader of the Supervision Office, but don't worry, I am a good businessman. Don't forget that I have the inner treasury of the court in my hand. If you don't believe in my credit, you can send someone to the Central Plains to investigate."

"I'm not afraid." Hu Ge had calmed down, his eyes were filled with wildness as wolf, and he stared at Fan Xian and said word by word: "I just didn't expect that a person of your identity would condescend to see me, and would be so brave."

"This is my world of Daqing, this is in Dingzhou City. I don't think my courage is special." Fan Xian looked at him and said, "Even you, a Hu man, dares to come to see me, why don't I see you?"

"You don't know how much your head is worth." Hu Ge said: "Aren't you afraid that I will set up a plan to kill you?"

Fan Xian looked at him mockingly, smeared the oil on his hand on the curtain beside him, and said, "This shop is full of your people. If I am afraid that you will set up a plan, why would he walk in and sit and drink?"

"Besides, do you think you can kill me with the so-called number one master under the tent of Zuo Xian?" Fan Xian frowned, as if he was looking at a very ignorant child. "There is a very long name, but he is not very brave."

The names of people and places, the shadow of trees and land, Qingguo, the strongest master of the younger generation, has long since engraved his figure in the hearts of all warriors. Hu Ge really does not have the courage to make such dangerous attempts.

Fan Xian stood up, stared in his eyes, and said, "I don't care what you are thinking, but when my conditions are set, I need to know the name of that person."

This is the information that the Supervisory Office is most concerned about in the past three months of tentative sexual contact with the other party. Because the person hidden in the Hu people's tent was really buried very deeply and caused great harm to Qingguo, the Supervisory Office and the Privy Council tried every means, but still could not know who that person was.

It was not even clear to both courts whether there was such a terrifying military advisor in the Hu tribe, or whether the two wise kings and Shanyu suddenly got their clues.

But Fan Xian didn't think so, and His Majesty the Emperor of Qing did not think so. The father and son had very similar judgments. The country was easy to change, but the nature was difficult to change. The changes in the Xihu must have been affected by external influences. They concluded that that person must exist.

This is the most important purpose of Fan Xian's trip to Dingzhou City. He wants to dig out that person.

Hu Ge is the highest-level figure of the Hu tribe that the Qing Dynasty court can contact. He has been urged for a long time. When he heard this again, the face of the Hu tribe master changed. He knew how much help he would get from the Qing Dynasty court. Moreover, his current life and death were under the control of the young man in front of him, and he had no choice.

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