Chapter 106: Wash your hands and get rid of the official

Fan Xian washed his hands very seriously, and changed three basins of clear water to clean the blood in his hands. The servants pulled the blood into the mud of the tree roots next to the stone lion at the main entrance of the Fan Mansion. I wonder if he would raise any kind of ferocious resentment. His clothes were still covered with blood, and he took them off indifferently. He changed into a refreshing coat, and his clothes swayed slightly in the early autumn night breeze.

All these dramatic scenes were completed at the main entrance of Fan Mansion. Sun Jingxiu, the prefect of Kyoto who rushed to hear the news, the head of the Ministry of Justice, and the eunuchs from the inner court who came to the palace, all saw all clearly.

Fan Xianlu's hands were still trembling outside her sleeves. After all, the loss for six or seven days was too great, and it was not possible to recover after a night. In addition, under the protection of the darkness, he held the sword in his hand and harvested the lives outside the mansion like a demon. Another big loss made his face slightly pale.

Yingxiu's slightly white face, the sword on the ground, and the bloody smell around her made Fan Xian look particularly terrifying at this time.

He is the current president of the Supervisory Office and the God of Killing in the Night that the Supervisory Office has trained for twenty years. However, people are always blinded by his identity, title, power, and brilliance. But I didn't expect that Fan Xian's most powerful thing is his ability to kill.

Of course, the eyeliners sent by the palace to monitor the Fan Mansion were not killed by him. Anyone who could escape before Fan Xian took action or showed his identity was just fascinated by him. As for those eyeliners who were particularly close to Fan Mansion and disguised as various types of civilian businessmen in a street area, there was no chance of negotiating and showing weakness. They turned into a ghost on the sword in his hand.

Waking up from that nightmare, his eyes escaped from the cold stimulation of the snow-capped mountain. Fan Xian launched a counterattack immediately, but this counterattack seemed a bit bloody and unreasonable.

Fan Xian is not a bloodthirsty person. He also knows that the eyes outside the Fan Mansion are all sent by His Majesty the Emperor and the important officials in the court. These people do not know Fan Xian’s psychological condition at this time, so they naturally need to be cautious. However, he had to kill, because the first accurate judgment after opening his eyes was that the emperor must strip his power and strictly control his connections with the subordinates of the Supervisory Office who were loyal to him.

Although Yan Bingyun nominally controlled the square and gloomy building with the help of the palace and under the suppression of military forces, everyone knew that before and after Chen Pingping died tragically in the palace, there was only one master left in this gloomy courtyard. That is Fan Xian. As long as Fan Xian can rebuild a thousand connections with the Supervision Bureau, even His Majesty the Emperor could no longer prevent Fan Xian from successfully gathering the power of the Supervision Bureau.

At least in a short period of time, the emperor would not allow Fan Xian to have the help of the Supervisory Office again. Ye Chong led his troops to "invited" Fan Xian back to Beijing, and so many spies were buried outside the mansion. It was obvious that the emperor wanted to temporarily put Fan Xian under house arrest in the mansion.

Fan Xian cannot give the emperor a gradual arrangement of time. Once Fan Xian has been in contact with the Supervisory Office for too long, the court will naturally gradually decompose the personnel composition within the Supervisory Office, invite officials loyal to Chen Pingping and Fan Xian one by one, and then mix sand desperately into it, just like the previous two years when the Supervisory Office was asked to mix sand at the Supervisory Office.

Fan Xian must actively, level and prepared to let those forces that belong to him return to the darkness and calmness before the Supervisory Office breaks out of his control. All of this is based on Fan Xian having to contact them and the most loyal... Qi Nian Group.

The spy outside the Fan Mansion must die, and Fan Xian will not risk doing this dangerous work when someone is following him. Under the authoritarian suppression of His Majesty the Emperor, the only way to make the surveillance outside the Fan Mansion reveal the gap is the terror of blood and death, and there is no other way.

The news that a crow risked his life to convey to the Fan Mansion made Fan Xian even colder and firmly held his hand to hold the sword.

Four officials from the Supervision Bureau have been hanged in the prison. They are not the leaders of the Eight Great Places. It seems that Yan Bingyun is still desperately saving the vitality of the Supervision Bureau, but he has never saved the two officials.

The four officials were the ones who tried to forcefully rescue the old dean when Chen Pingping was sent to the Heavenly Prison of the Supervision Bureau the night before yesterday. His Majesty the Emperor would definitely not allow officials who dared to violate his will to exist, so they died, completely dead.

For Fan Xian, this was a dangerous signal. A dangerous signal that His Majesty the Emperor began to clean up the Supervision Bureau, so he also took action. He did not use any insignificant power, nor did he use any subordinates he could use. He just stepped out of the high threshold of the Fan Mansion, pulled out the cold sword behind him, walked in the dark, and killed fourteen people.

Lanterns at the main entrance of Fan Mansion were hanging high, and torches gathered in the long streets of Nancheng, illuminating like daylight. Several officials looked at each other's bloody corpses carried out from alleys, looking at each other with chills and pale faces. They had always known that this little Fan was not a powerful character who played according to common sense, but they still couldn't understand why the little Fan risked his majesty's anger and arrested so many people in front of so many people.

Yes, the officials knew very well that the dead bodies piled in the carriage were all powerful spies sent from the palace and their yamen. The target was the young master in Fan's mansion. No wonder the young master was so angry, but was the follow-up method of anger such brutal killing?

From the inner court, to the Supervisory Office, to the Ministry of Justice... all the departments and government offices in the courts of Qingguo have been accustomed to sending spies to inquire about the information and information they need, especially the first two terrible existences. I don’t know how many spies have been installed in the palaces of the ministers in Kyoto. The Supervisory Office is a veteran in doing such things. According to rumors, one place has now achieved the level of laying nails in the residences of every sixth-rank official above the capital.

The matter of nails is not a secret in the officialdom in Kyoto. Officials are already accustomed to this. Even if the officials discovered that there were spies from the palace or the supervisory office one day because of some strange thing, they still pretended to be unable to distinguish. If they really couldn't pretend, they had to offer it well, and then remind the other party a few times in words, and politely sent the other party out of the mansion and back to the other party's yamen.

Because the officials knew that these spies' nails represented the eyes of His Majesty and the majesty of the court. They had never imagined that any official would kill all these nails like Xiao Fan today.

The deputy minister of the Ministry of Justice looked at Sun Jingxiu with an embarrassing expression, and lowered his voice and said, "Sir Sun, how are you going to do this today? You have to ask the young master."

Killing people in the street has violated the death penalty in Qingluli. Even if Fan Xian is now respectful and noble, he is included in the eight discussions, he can avoid death. However, the crime of living is still hard to forgive, not to mention that the people he killed today are still in the secret as officials. But Fan Xian just washed his bloody hands in the surrounding fire, and changed his bloody clothes in front of the officials. His face was cold and calm. Who dared to go forward to catch him?

At this time, only the Kyoto Prefecture Prime Minister Sun Jingxiu should be in charge of this matter. As we all know, the Sun Mansion is close to the young master. A few months ago, the young master also killed Grand Secretary He for Sun Jingxiu's future and Grand Secretary He was in a mess. So all the officials' eyes fell on Sun Jingxiu's face.

Sun Jingxiu felt as if he had suffered as if he had suffered a yellow lotus. He knew what these colleagues were afraid of, but he had a hard time these days. First, something happened to the Supervisory Office, but the old President Chen was tragically ruthlessly slapped by Lingchi. That day, he saw Lord Xiao Fan riding alone into the court, and he was even more frightened. He didn't know what role he would play in the future court. Should he sink into this and be severely punished by His Majesty...

If Fan Xian collapsed and lost power, Sun Jingxiu naturally had no good ending. So he had been waiting in Kyoto Mansion for fear of His Majesty's decree for his official position. Unexpectedly, before His Majesty's decree was reached, his backer, Mr. Fan, did such a shocking and ruthless thing.

He hunched his body to the main entrance of Fan Mansion, bowed deeply to Fan Xian solemnly, and then asked a few softly.

Fan Xian was sitting tired on the bench at this time, and the Great Wei Emperor's Sword was thrown at his feet. He was not surprised to see Sun Jingxiu step forward, and responded with a cold face.

The officials were afraid of going forward, and they didn't know what the two of them said, so they had to wait patiently. After Sun Jingxiu walked down the stone steps, the Minister of Justice frowned and said, "What's the matter? This is not a trivial matter. If you kill someone in the street, even if you go to Taichang Temple, you have to give me an explanation."

The 13th Yamen of the Ministry of Justice sent someone to the Fan Mansion to arrest people. This minister did not have the courage to do so. However, the rules of celebration were strict. These officials could not regard this scene as if they had seen nothing.

I don’t know what Fan Xian said to Sun Jingxiu before. The prefect of Kyoto was no longer in panic and said calmly: “My grandfather said that Beijing has not been peaceful recently. The Supervisory Office found that some women came to Beijing to abduct children. You also know that there are two young ancestors in the Fan Mansion. My little grandfather is naturally a little nervous. So after dinner, I walked around the streets and alleys outside the mansion and looked at some eye-catching figures. I saw that they were not serious. So I asked a few questions. Unexpectedly, those people were so brave that they actually took out the weapon to commit murder on the young man. Of course, the young man would not be polite to these traitors.”

As soon as these words were said, the officials surrounded by the middle gasped in the air. They had seen the shameless and vicious powerful people, but had never seen such a shameless and vicious powerful people. Fourteen lives were killed and killed. They even fell into the charge of being a suspected woman by a single woman. This was self-defense, which seemed reasonable. They just said that the young master in the Fan Mansion went to ask about the whereabouts of the woman alone, but was chased by fourteen guys. This was said to be out of nowhere, but no one believed it.

"I naturally don't believe it, but I don't have any evidence. Of course, I can also ask the young master to go back to the yamen to ask for a paper or something. But it was late at night and I didn't have this interest." Sun Jingxiu's waist suddenly straightened up, looking at the colleagues around him and said coldly: "My lords also have such rights in the yamen. If you are willing to take this case over, you can do whatever you want... But I want to remind you that the dead are basically all the people in the palace. If there is no words in the palace, it is best not to act rashly."

This is a huge nonsense. Everyone knows who is dead outside the Fan Mansion today. This is originally a matter between His Majesty the Emperor and the Young Master. They dare not interfere if they give these officials a few courages. But Fan Xian did too much today and the matter will be transmitted to the palace soon. If these officials do not react in advance, who knows what the palace thinks about them?

After saying this, Sun Jingxiu took the yamen runners from Kyoto Mansion and was too lazy to deal with these things anymore. He had a few simple conversations with Fan Xian before, and he took a reassurance pill. Although the balls didn't taste very good, at least the young master said that as long as he didn't die, the Sun Mansion would be fine. As long as he did, there would be nothing to do with him. Sun Jingxiu had no complaints and everything would be at his will.

Seeing the people from Kyoto Prefecture leave the main gate of Fan Prefecture, Fan Xian stood up from the bench. He looked coldly at the officials under the stone steps, picked up the sword of the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty, which was regarded as treasured by the world, as if he picked up a mop with water, and slapped the stone lion's head twice.

This style is very shameless and lifeless. However, it was made by Lord Xiao Fan. The strong contrast made the officials' faces change.

After entering the mansion, a maid came forward to hand over a thick floor robe. Fan Xian felt warmer. He walked towards the back house with his clothes tightly on his clothes and asked casually: "Have the water from the reed roots been boiled? After boiling, he will send it to him quickly."

The maid responded and went to the kitchen to stare. Fan Xian walked to the back house alone, sat down at the bed, and whispered to his wife Lin Wan'er at the table: "I'll kill fourteen, and maybe twenty-eight will come tomorrow."

"Actually, those are only subordinates of the court. They are ordered by the palace and various departments. Why bother..." Lin Wan'er said with a hint of unbearableness on her face, "Besides, even if you are unhappy and want to avenge the two subordinates of the Supervision Bureau who died in prison, you will not spread the fire to those people."

"You don't understand. Your Majesty wants to put me under house arrest in this mansion. But he knows that unless he comes out of the palace and stares at me, even Ye Chonglai will not be able to block my contact with the outside world." Fan Xian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that his body was still a little weak, and said in a sandy voice: "Your Majesty is busy with everything, how can he stare at me personally? So he has to cast a big net, which is outside our house."

"I have to tear this net apart, otherwise it will turn into a frog in a pot of warm water. I don't know how I died when I die." A hint of heart-wrenching chill appeared in Fan Xian's eyebrows.

"But you also said that if you killed fourteen people today, there may be twenty-eight people tomorrow. Your Majesty is the lord of Qing Kingdom. The subjects in the world are all tools in his hands, and they can be killed in endlessly." Lin Wan'er looked at him with a worried look on his face.

"If you kill too much, it will naturally make people scary." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and said: "Although the imperial power is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and cannot be resisted, the fear of death will probably make the officials who are pulling the net subconsciously leak some holes."

Hearing these words, the worry on Lin Wan'er's face did not fade. Her watery eyes were filled with care and anxiety for Fan Xian, and she said softly: "But if Your Majesty wants to subdue you, there are many ways."

Fan Xian supported his hands on both sides of his body, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said with a gentle voice: "He left his sister in the palace, which is forcing me not to leave the capital, but if he wants to subdue me, he must lock me up in the palace and beside him. I don't think his Majesty will take this risk."

Speaking of this, he looked up at his wife's worried face and said gently: "Shuning and Liangzi have both left the city. You have done a great job in this matter. Otherwise, we parents are really unable to let go of our hands in Beijing."

"Si Si and the others should have arrived at the clan village, but I think there must be news in the palace." Lin Wan'er sighed, walked to him, and gently leaned her head on his shoulder, "I don't care what you are going to do, but you have to think about it. My sister is still in the palace, and the two young people have not yet walked away."

"So I want to contact my people." Fan Xian gently stroked his wife's slightly thin cheeks with pity. "Si Si Si is not very prominent on weekdays. In fact, she is a very independent and capable person. Fujiko-kyo is well-educated and will definitely not let the palace catch the beginning and end. If I can contact the people in Qi Nian's group, there will naturally be a way to send them back to Danzhou."

"As for my sister is still in the palace... it should be fine." Fan Xian's voice suddenly became cold, "I challenge His Majesty's majesty head-on today, just to see what step he wants to do."

"You are really not brave enough to punish you severely?" Lin Wan'er sat upright and looked at him worriedly. She knew deeply how cold-blooded and ruthless the relative sitting on the dragon throne was. What kind of response would he do when he found that Fan Xian was no longer the illegitimate child he could control? Lin Wan'er always thought that Fan Xian's current actions seemed too radical and too risky.

"Any move of Your Majesty has nothing to do with family affection. It has nothing to do with feelings, it has only to interests." Fan Xian said with his eyes closed: "If we agree with this benchmark, we can try to analyze it. Your Majesty may be angry, but he will not force me into a desperate situation."

"Whether it is the children I am going to send to Danzhou, Ruoruo in the palace, or... you." Fan Xian opened his eyes and looked at his wife. He said slowly: "This is my bottom line. If Your Majesty breaks this bottom line, he can only force us to turn against each other completely in advance."

Lin Wan'er looked at him with some confusion.

Fan Xian said: "I never underestimate any of my enemies, but I never underestimate myself. Whether His Majesty forced me to rebel or killed me, it would only bring him and bring him unbearable consequences to Daqing Dynasty and uncontrollable chaos."

"If I die, what should I do in Dongyi City? Will the disciples and grandchildren of Sigujian still abide by that unwritten agreement? Although the 10,000 elite soldiers in the hands of the imperial guards were mixed with sand three years ago, the movements of the imperial guards three years ago have already shown our elder brother's ability to control soldiers. He can completely control this powerful army in a short time... Chen Pingping is dead, if I die again, my elder brother will definitely not listen to me again. Even if he does not lead the troops back to Kyoto, he will at least stay in Dongyi City to look at the father in Kyoto coldly... Your Majesty should not threaten him with Aunt Ning. Judging from your description, after the incident in the Imperial Study Room, Aunt Ning has the will to die. With her strong and passionate temperament, if Your Majesty uses her life to threaten the elder brother to return to Beijing, I am afraid she will die in front of His Majesty immediately."

"Yun Zhilan is not a fool. If I die, he will definitely guess the elder brother's thoughts. He will have such a strong support for no reason. He will definitely assist with it with all his strength, thus maintaining the independent status of Dongyi City."

"If I die, what would Hongcheng, who is still in Dingzhou at this time, react?"

"If I die, what kind of turmoil will happen to Jiangnan, which I have been running for five years? Even if Xia Qifei betrayed me, I still have enough ways to make the whole Jiangnan chaotic."

"Not to mention the Supervision Bureau, the Supervision Bureau is now silent. On the one hand, the army outside the hospital is the more important reason is that all the officials are looking at me secretly. They want to know what I want to do. If I die, the Supervision Bureau will disperse."

"Look, if Your Majesty really forces me to rebel, or kill me directly, it will bring so much turmoil." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and he said with a gentle voice: "How can he bear it? How dare he... dare?"

In fact, Fan Xian still had many bargaining chips hidden behind him. One was not necessary, and the other was not confident about the bargaining chips in the north. However, at this point, the last four words he said coldly were so firm and confident.

Inheriting the mother's legacy, with the care of countless elders, the favor and trust of the emperor over the years, and the hopes of those old monsters, Fan Xian finally lived up to expectations and became the only big figure in the world today who can look at His Majesty the powerful Emperor of Qing State without giving in to the need to give in.

Perhaps no one noticed this, but once people focus on this, they will be shocked to find that the storm and storm of the country and the world over the years has created a deformed existence like Fan Xian.

"I think you still underestimated Your Majesty." Lin Wan'er whispered after a long silence: "Maybe for the sake of Qingguo and the world, he will tolerate your disrespect, but this is definitely not just based on his fear of the things you can influence, but includes many other things, perhaps some subtle things. Once he finds out that you really have no favoritism for him, he will definitely erase you directly."

"The best way to destroy a person is to destroy his body." Lin Wan'er stared at Fan Xian in a daze, "Do you think if Your Majesty really willing to kill you, he would still care about the return of Dongyi City? He would care about Li Hongcheng's little strength in Dingzhou, and he would also care about how much hunger and pain the people in Jiangnan would suffer?"

"If he really has the will to kill you, how could he care about anything else in the world? His Majesty the Emperor, even if the whole world betrays him, he still has the courage and strength to fight another world, not to mention that at most you can only give his world some extremely difficult scars."

Lin Wan'er gently stroked his haggard and pale face and sighed, "Don't think about me or children. No matter what you do, think about yourself more."

Fan Xian was silent. He must admit that although he has always been the person in this world who knows the most profoundly about the Emperor, his wife who grew up in front of the emperor's knees should be more clear in terms of emotional and thinking inertia.

"I won't talk about this anymore. Lugen soup is here later. You should drink it while it's hot." Fan Xian smiled reluctantly. Wan'er's condition has been extremely stable over the years. In addition to the medicines from Mr. Fei and Fan Xian, the biggest contributor is the soup made from Lugen from Beihai.

As soon as he said that, Fan Xian suddenly thought of Beihai, the reed leaves that pierced the skin slightly, and the woman who hadn't seen each other for a long time and hadn't remembered for a long time. I wonder if she is in Xihu now? The reason why she suddenly thought of Haitang Duoduo was because after the previous conversation, Fan Xian had a clearer judgment on what she should do.

Wan'er is right. To eliminate a person, the best way is to eliminate his body. Fan Xian closed his eyes and was silent, thinking about how to melt the snow-capped mountains that lasted for thousands of years? How to defeat a grandmaster? Haitang? Or Shisanlang? Or... herself? Or is it that no one in this world can do it?

Fan Xian began to miss Uncle Wu Zhu, but not because he missed the iron chisel beside him, but just subconsciously missed his closest relatives when his mind was slightly depressed.

On the second day, the main gate of Fan Mansion was wide open, and the spies sent by the inner court filled the dark areas around the streets of Nancheng again. It seemed that the emperor in the palace knew very well what his illegitimate son was thinking and testing. He just sat calmly in the imperial study room, responding to changes in the same way, wasting Fan Xian's time, and gradually increased the water temperature in the pot.

A large piece of wood stuffed under the pot was His Majesty's decree sent by the court this morning.

Listening to the familiar Yuyao accent, Fan Xian knelt in the hall in black official uniform, his eyes flashing with a calm light that was expected.
Chapter completed!