Chapter 22: The Emperor's Thunder and Fan Xian's Lost Card

Fan Xian has been in the imperial study for a long time. At the beginning, of course, he chose the most important thing. Now Qingguo’s most concerned thing is of course the situation on Xiliang Road and how much the plan that His Majesty asked the Supervisory Office to prepare four months ago. Fan Xian talked all the way, and His Majesty the Emperor listened quietly, without any dissatisfaction on his face. He even comforted Fan Xian a few words, saying that he had worked hard.

Feeling that the environment was suitable and the time was right, Fan Xian's eyes turned and he looked at the opportunity and said a few gossips about the Lord's concubine. The theme of this gossip was completely different from the way he discussed with the prince in the palace. He actually humiliated Miss Wang in words and expressed his strong desire as a subject and unwilling to participate in the royal family affairs.

His Majesty the Emperor was as Fan Xian expected, and he was furious when he heard this. He criticized and scolded Fan Xian, pointing out the identity of the Taichang Temple Master, and making harsh words about the prince's concubine. This storm did not make Fan Xian feel a little scared. He had been with this unfathomable emperor for a long time. Although he could never see the deepest part of the other person's heart, at least he had a clear understanding of his personality and preferences. Any reprimanding such a vigorous reprimand often means that the matter is not serious.

As expected, Fan Xian took the opportunity to suggest that since he was the chief minister of Taichang Temple, His Majesty wanted to give Miss Wang to the eldest prince, and he had to think about the face of the Tian family. Should he teach Miss Wang some things - these things should be done by the old nanny in the palace, but Fan Xian, a young man, snatched them up, which was a bit funny - but His Majesty the Emperor did not laugh and asked Fan Xian not to care about this little business, but he did not get angry either.

I am afraid that His Majesty the Emperor had already known the story at the gate of the palace, and had long guessed why his son, who was most beloved, had insisted on not agreeing before and what benefits he asked for.

Just when Fan Xian was feeling a little relieved, he heard the four words "Investment and Money House".

These four words were like a deep imprint. They suddenly burned his heart, making him lower his head and remained silent for a moment. He knew why the emperor chose to ask himself to explain to the money shop for investment, because he had become accustomed to this sudden thunder in the past two years.

If he hadn't been thick-skinned enough, I'd have been burned by Lei's outside and tender inside in the past two years.

This is the so-called saint heart is unpredictable, right? Fan Xian thought in his heart that although His Majesty the Emperor loved him so much that he could not help but be arrogant in the court and the country of Qing, he still did not forget to come and hit him from time to time.

Yes. This is the monarch's beating on his closest people, and he wants to wake him up so that he will not be a little lost and will mislead the relationship between the monarch and ministers or father and son. After quelling the rebellion from Kyoto, whenever Fan Xian made great contributions to the court, or after being rewarded by His Majesty, His Majesty would lightly throw out some things or names, making Fan Xian feel scared and understand his position.

The stick that the emperor used to beat Fan Xian in the court was an official of He Zongwei. The one who actually knocked on him in private was what Fan Xian did secretly.

After careful calculation, the things that have served as the thunder of the emperor in the past two years include Xia Mingji's background, Xia Qifei's relationship with Jiangnan Water Village, Fan Sizhe's smuggling in the north, the first thunder about Xu Maocai's impure mind, why Wang Shisanlang defected to Fan Xian, etc., etc...

Every thunder hit Fan Xian's heart, making him cold all over. He seemed to have no secret in front of His Majesty. If these crimes were really turned out, they would be the result of beheading. Of course, he knew that the emperor was reluctant to use these crimes to deal with him, but was just reminding him. But even so, he was still cold all over, feeling that the grandson emperor on the dragon bed could swallow him with just one breath.

Fortunately, Fan Xian was not an ordinary minister, facing the thunder of the emperor. His way of dealing with him was unparalleled. He just followed his shameless face and admitted his guilt, but he would continue to do things he should do. Anyway, the emperor didn't want to kill him, so he would continue to do it like this.

But I can't make it today because the investment bank is too important for Fan Xian. Whether it is the cost of the Supervision Bureau, the money that has been moved to the river to build a dike, the Hangzhou Club's great deeds hosted by Wan'er, and even the luxurious life of the entire family and Chen Yuan, all comes from the investment bank's income.

The most important thing is that the investment bank once had millions of taels of silver hidden in the Northern Qi emperor. Once it was known, the charge of traitoring the country would not be able to hide it even if Fan Xian pretended to be a filial son and howled.

Several lines of cold sweat slid down his back. When he took over the old man from the Ming family who was not afraid of boiling water three years ago, the Merchants Bank was forced to go to the front desk. He guessed that this incident would definitely arouse the suspicion of His Majesty the Emperor. The Ministry of Revenue did not remit so much money at all. The emperor would definitely think about where the money in the bank came from.

Fan Xian made a lot of preparations for this secret and confirmed that the accounts in the north had been cleaned up. His Majesty the Emperor had also asked about the source of the money in the China Merchants Bank, but at that time Fan Xian used the most famous rumor in the world to make excuses - everyone thought that the mysterious shares of the China Merchants Bank were the secret wealth saved after decades of operation by Shen Zhong, the commander of the Northern Qi Jinyiwei.

But today His Majesty the Emperor asked in person, and he also called Miss Shen, who had been married to Yan Bingyun for less than three months. Naturally, he was warning Fan Xian that Miss Shen has been under your control, but it has always been in my eyes. Don’t move out the reason for the Shen family’s legacy as a bluff today.

There were two more lines of cold sweat behind Fan Xian, but it was already late autumn and winter. Although the stove was growing in the imperial study room, it was still cold, and the official uniforms were quite thick, and there was no trace for a while. His face was still strong and calm: "Your Majesty, what should you explain?"

The emperor's face became gloomy. He didn't like such a private conversation, but this kid actually wanted to get away with it.

How could he know that Fan Xian was always in his heart at this time, thinking that the little emperor in the north would be resentful to him assassinating the Northern Qi spies on Xiliang Road, thus throwing out the secret agreement that year and killing himself through the Qing Emperor's hand? Is the Northern Qi side hating him so much? He is willing to spend such a great price to get rid of himself?

Fan Xian's expression could no longer remain calm, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. He thought to himself that since the little monster in Northern Qi dared to throw his sword, who would dare to throw the money house?

At this moment, he glanced at the afterglow and saw the obvious displeasure on His Majesty's face. When he saw this displeasure, Fan Xian was overjoyed.

If the emperor really knew the inside story of this matter and wanted to take over himself and be cunning with his cultivation, how could he be so "sincere" disliked?

Fan Xian smiled awkwardly, coughed twice and said, "The first silver from the Merchants Bank... is indeed not the treasure of the Shen family. It is... my own private money."

This sentence is extremely answered.

If an ordinary minister heard this, he would definitely scold Fan Xian for being shameless and disgusting. The Merchants Bank had millions of taels of silver at the beginning. Who can have so much private money? But when did the Prince Emperor hear this, he clearly showed a clear expression. He said lightly: "As it turns out, when will Lao Wu hand over this money to you?"

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and responded respectfully: "That is, before going to Jiangnan, Uncle Wuzhu knew that I wanted to use money."

The emperor looked at him and shook his head, saying, "Lao Wu is also making a fool of himself. What are you doing for such a large sum of money?"

Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that His Majesty the Emperor was indeed as expected, thinking of the Old Ye family back then, but his face was still a strange smile, as if he was jealous of the Emperor and his Majesty, and seemed to be jealous of the money, and as if he was jealous of his Majesty. After taking over, the Jiangnan Neiku had already earned several million taels of silver for him, but he was not satisfied.

The emperor clearly saw what was hidden in Fan Xian's expression. He whispered a few words in anger, and then suppressed his anger for a while and said unintentionally: "Originally, this inner treasury was left by your mother. Can I still respect those millions of taels of silver? It's just that the silver left to you by your mother, don't spend it indiscriminately."

Fan Xian did not dare to neglect, so he quickly explained the purpose of the money invested in the investment bank. In fact, His Majesty the Emperor knew very well, but he would always make it better to explain it clearly. And it was clear at this time that he would never be able to turn over the old debts in the future.

The emperor touched his beard under his jaw with satisfaction. He nodded and said, "It is of course great to do good deeds. Chen Yat-tou is also a person who can do things. Don't keep her in the mansion. When you have nothing to do, let her go to the palace to accompany me."

Fan Xian thought to himself that he had never been a wife. She is now busy taking charge of the clan affairs of the entire Fan family. In addition, due to the rebellion in Kyoto, he inevitably felt a little resistant to the emperor's uncle and he was unwilling to enter the palace.

"You can handle the matters in the west." The emperor stood up and suddenly thought of a matter of tummy. He asked unintentionally: "Where has Lao Wu been?"

"I don't know where my uncle is going." Fan Xian also quickly stood up and said, "I met him two years ago."

"This kid always likes to play missing. How can he learn to be the same as Uncle Ye Shi?" the emperor said with some headaches, then waved his hand and signaled Fan Xian to go out.

The door of the imperial study room was finally pushed open. Fan Xian walked out with a calm look on his face. He saw Eunuch Yao who was waiting aside and nodded. Eunuch Yao quickly lowered his body to salute, and asked in a low voice: "How is Your Majesty's mood?"

Fan Xian smiled, and the clouds on his face turned into a sunshine, extremely bright, but his mood was a little heavy - every time he entered the palace to meet His Majesty the Emperor, it was his goodbye day. The ubiquitous pressure and the sense of authority that combined the emperor and the master made him very sad, especially to bear the thunder of this kind of unreasonable thunder from time to time, it was really unhappy.

Especially when the emperor asked about the whereabouts of Wuzhu, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel coldly. Now that the two great masters in foreign countries died and were abandoned, Ye Liuyun's existence seemed to be unnecessary for Qing Kingdom. This figure, who was like a wild crane, really floated away after assisting Emperor Qing in completing the Dadongshan situation, and of course it was impossible for him to appear again. When the emperor asked about Wuzhu, although he performed naturally, Fan Xian knew that the emperor had always been secretly vigilant and guarded against Uncle Wuzhu.

As for why this happened, Fan Xiandi certainly knew it.

Walking along the long eaves of the Tai Chi Hall towards the high imperial city, his face gradually calmed down. Private conversations in the mainland of the imperial study room have been held many times today. From the first time when he was unhappy when facing the thunder and now he is comfortable in dealing with it, Fan Xian has grown up so much.

Standing at the high Tai Chi Your Highness, looking at the stone steps of the Longyun Earth, Fan Xian took a deep breath and let the cold air of early winter enter his chest quickly, making it extremely cold and comfortable.

What the emperor knew was something that Fan Xian was not afraid of letting him know. Although these thunders hitting were terrible, they could not break Fan Xian's hard shell. He still had many secrets that he had successfully kept from the emperor, such as the investment bank, such as the Qingyutang, the dead shopkeepers, such as the real where Uncle Wu Zhu was going, such as a small country controlled by Dongyi City. Some kind of workshop is slowly forming.

For example, there is a soul in his body that does not belong to this world. For example, he knows how another soul that is similar appears in this world and how it disappears in this world with a heart-wrenching feeling.

These are all things that Emperor Qing didn't know about. And this is Fan Xian's trump card. His Majesty the Emperor didn't know that his two biggest cards, Box and Uncle Wu Zhu, had already left him and didn't know where he was going.

His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the solid imperial city opposite the long imperial road. His eyes crossed the city wall and penetrated the cold clouds in the sky. He seemed to have seen some pasts many years ago and blood and fire fighting two years ago.

The eunuchs and palace maids walking quietly in the palace looked at the young man Tai Chi and quickly lowered their bodies to salute, but they were puzzled, why are Mr. Xiao Fan in a daze?

Fan Xian's eyes passed through the clouds and seemed to have landed on the snowy plains in the far north. He seemed to see a man covered in black cloth on his eyes, carrying a box, moving forward lonely and resolutely towards the unknown magical place.

Every step that man stepped through countless snowflakes and every glance, he saw through the infinite virtual images.

Fan Xian smiled gently in the shadow of the palace, sincerely wishing Uncle Wu Zhu to find himself. This may be the most important thing in life.

The best-business restaurant in Kyoto is Yishiju. Although the owner of this restaurant is no longer the Cui family under the protection of the eldest princess, a long time ago, the Cui family was uprooted by the Supervision Bureau for smuggling to the Northern Qi Dynasty, the business here is still as good as ever.

The favorite place for students from Imperial College and scholars from other places is Danbo Bookstore. You should know that under the severe crackdown of the Eighth Department, an aunt who has not brought her children to sell red books in the streets and alleys of Kyoto for several years appeared.

The best inn is Tongfu Inn. The tofu shop with the most customers is the private property of the Fan family. As for the brothel with the most prosperous business... of course it is Baoyue Tower.

When traveling to Kyoto, Dayi often eats at Yishiju, stays at Tongfu Inn, eats a bowl of tofu flowers on the way, walks into the Danbo Bookstore to buy two books, and then goes to the Yuelou to hug a few beauties in the arms of the arms of the woman. The happiness of life seems to be complete.

The reason for this is undoubtedly because of the man named Fan Xian.

Yishiju is the beginning of Fan Xian's legendary life. From Danzhou to Kyoto, his meeting with Prince Jing and He Zongwei began to be in this restaurant. With the status of these three people today, Yishiju naturally brought a hint of magical feeling. Of course, the most important thing is the story of Mr. Fan's black fist shocking Kyoto, which has been spread throughout the world through countless storytellers.

Tongfu Inn is the birthplace of the fourth son of Fan's Sect, and the other three are Fan Xian's property. Let's not repeat the series of halos on Fan Xian, because this is a very tiring thing. Just pay attention to this fact and you can know Fan Xian's reputation and status in the entire Qing Kingdom.

Many people hate Fan Xian, and more people love Fan Xian, but few people feel so complicated about him like the owner of the clinic opposite Danbo Bookstore.

The clinic has just been purchased and has not opened yet, and the drugs seem to be piled up in a random and orderly manner.

A girl wearing a plain brocade single jacket was holding her jaw and staring blankly in a room full of medicine, but she didn't notice that there were too many idle people outside the clinic. If it weren't for the guards from the mansion and secret spies from the Supervision Bureau stopped her, she would have been afraid that those people would have squeezed into the clinic long ago.

Master Kuhe's closed disciple, Miss Fan's family with amazing medical skills, and Sister Fan's favorite sister, finally left Qingshan and returned to his hometown, Kyoto, Qingguo. In the surprise gaze of the people of Kyoto, and in the smell of the strange fragrance of medicine all over the house, he began to miss some people.
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