Chapter 125 Who killed four sides in Kyoto

A pair of long chopsticks inserted into the longan of the Qitang bun, and spread it to both sides to reveal the delicious and attractive oil soup inside. Fan Xian took a spoon and spooned it out of the soup, put it into the porcelain bowl in front of Dabao, and then picked out the meat filling and placed it on Dabao's fried sauce noodles.

"Xiao Xianxian, eat." Dabao lowered his head and attacked the food. He said vaguely but extremely resolutely. He was really worried that Fan Xian would give him all the food and would not be full.

Fan Xian smiled at his brother-in-law, tore open the soft and tender white bun skin of the bun with both hands, soaked it in kelp soup, and ate a few bites at will. Since he took over as a department in the Supervision Bureau, he has liked to eat buns in Xinfeng Pavilion. Every time he comes to eat buns, he basically takes Dabao with him. He knows that Dabao only likes to eat meat filling, but has no hobby for bun skin, so it is appropriate for the two of them to divide the work and cooperate.

After taking a look at Dabao who was happy and sweating profusely, Fan Xian felt sad for some reason. I wonder if there would be such an opportunity to spend time with his brother-in-law in the future. He likes to stay with Dabao because only when facing Dabao can he truly relax. He can tell the other party all his secrets and his views on the world, without worrying that the other party will betray him.

After today, it may be difficult to eat buns with Dabao again, and it is also difficult to lie on the bow of the boat with Dabao again, facing the stars in the sky, talking about the starry sky of Qingguo in the world and the starry sky in that world, which is so similar...

Fan Xian looked at Dabao with a gentle and encouraging smile on his face, but sighed in his heart, feeling a little ignorant. He pulled the towel beside the table to wipe off the oil stains from his hands, turned his head slightly, and looked at the two yamen on the street opposite the street through the railings on the second floor of Xinfeng Pavilion.

The Dali Temple of Qingguo and the First Branch of the Supervision Bureau are both opposite the Xinfeng Pavilion.

Today is the seventh day of the lunar month, which is the first day of court officials' duty after the end of the year. In addition to the movement between the various departments and departments, blessings and red envelopes, there is actually no important political affairs that need to be managed. Inside a yamen, tea parties are basically held. From the chief officer to the lowest-level clerk, they all hold teapots, eat melon seeds, chat and gossip, leisurely. This is a habit in the entire world of officialdom, and even the one in the palace knows this, after all, it is the New Year atmosphere.

It was very idle when I was on duty and there was nothing to do. Naturally, the shift was naturally earlier. It was obvious that it had not arrived yet. The sun in the sky that hid behind the cold clouds had not moved to the south-eastern earth. Many officials came out of the Dali Temple yamen opposite the street. These officials met with other officials guarding the gate of the yamen hall, scattered on the street like birds and beasts. I don’t know where to go to enjoy the delicious food of Kyoto. This day on the day of the day. It is not a sin to eat wine at noon, and it is even possible that after a drunken relationship, they will go back to the house to rest in the afternoon.

Unlike Dali Temple, the front door is obviously much shabby and gloomy, but the first branch office of the Supervision Office is still closed with the door. There are no officials who come in to do business, and there are no idle people walking around. A depressing atmosphere emanates from the yard. Fan Xian quietly looks at the familiar yard. The yard he once covered the world with one hand, knowing why.

Now the Supervisory Office is welcoming the bleak storm, and its status in the court has dropped thousands of miles. Especially the previous month, many officials of the Supervisory Office were arrested in the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple on false charges. They knew that they were the head of the Censorate, but the Supervisory Office seemed to have lost the magic power of the past and could no longer condense the real power. They gave the strongest counterattack.

One of them has decreased and the other has increased. The censor system led by He Zongwei faintly overwhelmed Grand Secretary Hu. He began to lead the entire civil service system and launched an attack on the Supervisory Office. I don’t know how many officials of the Supervisory Office were subject to cruel punishments in the prison.

Today, Qingguo is no longer the Qingguo with old lame men.

There was a steady sound of footsteps and self-sustaining laughter from the stairs. I found that seven or eight officials walked up from the downstairs and saw that they were all dressed as senior officials. However, these officials did not go to the private room on the third floor, but directly led them down to the railings under the boss, preparing to set up a screen and sit next to the railing.

Xinfeng Pavilion was not famous in the past. Although it was opposite the Dali Temple and the Supervision Bureau, officials always thought that the place was too low, and even if there were no girls in the private room, they would rather go further. Until later, Fan Xian often came here to chew meat buns on the railing and ate the reputation of Xinfeng Pavilion. This kind of thing has become more elegant since then.

Most of the officials who came to Xinfeng Pavilion today are officials of Dali Temple, while the landlord and guest have just been transferred from Jiaozhou to return to Beijing Hou Jichang. The officials of Dali Temple know that this once one of the four sons of Difan Sect has now lowered his posture and joined the sect of He Grand Secretary He who was as famous as him at that time, thus the beautiful things of being transferred directly to Dali Temple - the changes in the world are really sad.

The officials secretly contempt for Hou Jichang's betrayal of Fan Xian, but no one was willing to reveal it on their face. Today, Hou Jichang first entered Dali Temple, so he naturally came to Xinfeng Pavilion to treat him. In order to give face to Grand Secretary He, the deputy minister of Dali Temple came to accompany him in person.

When they arrived at the railing, the officials were about to sit down. Before the screen arrived, they naturally saw the table at the other end of the railing. There were only three people on the table. A guard-like man had obviously finished eating. He was watching around vigilantly. The fat man facing the officials was chewing something. The person facing the officials was wearing civilian costumes and looked up at the other end of the street. With only one back, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Hou Jichang's body became stiff at this moment, and his hands, exposed outside the official uniform, trembled uncontrollably, just like the cold wind outside the building eroded every inch of his skin in this moment.

The other Dali Temple officials were only shocked by Xiao Suo's back and did not recognize the identity of the person. So when they looked at Hou Jichang's pale face, they couldn't help but feel extremely shocked. They looked at Hou Jichang's gaze again and finally understood where Hou Jichang's fear was.

After a moment of embarrassment and depressed, the deputy minister of Dali Temple frowned. He patted Hou Jichang on the shoulder and comforted him softly: "Sit down."

Hou Jichang sat down in a state of turmoil and sighed with shame after a long time. If it were any time before, the officials at this table would have to go to the table to pay respect and pay respect to Fan Xian. However, Fan Xian has not only lost any official position, but even the first-class duke was captured by His Majesty to the end, becoming a real white body, just a civilian.

Before the wine had passed for three rounds, the three silent people on the other end of the railing had already finished eating first. Fan Xian held Dabao's hand and walked towards the stairs, and Fujiko-kyo followed behind silently. The three of them were about to go downstairs and were bound to pass by the table where the officials gathered. Unexpectedly, the officials on this table calmed down at the same time, with a hint of nervousness, waiting for the young master to leave quickly.

Fan Xian did not leave, and his man naturally came to the table and looked at the officials with a smile. When the deputy minister of Dali Temple saw that the momentum was wrong, he stood up with awkward smile, bowed and said, "It turns out that he is the little master Fan, the official..."

As soon as the word "Xiaguan" was released, he realized something was wrong. The other party was now white. As the deputy minister of Dali Temple, how could he say "Xiaguan"? The deputy minister stopped talking and made a fuss. He smiled reluctantly and said, "Do you want to sit together?"

Fan Xian shook his head with a smile. At this time, Hou Jichang had already stood up in panic and bowed his head to Fan Xian. Cold sweat soaked his back. Fan Xian didn't look at him at all, as if he didn't exist at all. This kind of ignorance made everyone at the table feel a hint of chill.

Fan Xian didn't look at Hou Jichang. He looked at Guo Zheng, the new Zuodu Censor, beside him. He whispered: "I was very curious three years ago. I exiled you to Jiangnan. You were restless day and night when I was scheming the land. Later, the rebellion in Kyoto broke out. You were obviously from Xinyang. Why did Your Majesty not deal with your decree?"

"Later I realized that you saw that the situation was wrong, so you abandoned my poor mother-in-law and hugged He Zongwei's thigh with the little old love in the Censorate." Fan Xian smiled, shook his head and sighed: "He Zongwei is a slave of the three surnames, so you, a fence-bearing man, have learned a lot from him."

What a great figure in the court now, Fan Xian said with such a heart-wrenching words, and all the officials on the table couldn't sit still, so they stood up suddenly and were about to scold something.

"I was wrong. He Zongwei is not a slave of the three surnames. The masters he served were all surnamed Li." Fan Xian shook his head and said, "It should be said that he is a loyal dog of the Li family."

The deputy minister of Dali Temple finally couldn't help it, and said something with a cold face. Fan Xian seemed to have never heard of it. He just looked at the trembling Guo Zheng coldly and asked word by word: "If you can be transferred back to Kyoto and become the Left Censor, you must have made great contributions in Jiangnan. I was wondering whether the death of my subordinates in Jiangnan has something to do with you?"

Guo Zheng made a fuss and said in a cold voice: "I am responsible for the order. Does Lord Xiao Fan have any opinions?"

"Very good. Finally I'm a little bit of backbone. This is what the Censor should look like." Fan Xian said slowly: "I know you went to Beijing today, so I'll be waiting for you here today."

The atmosphere in the Xinfeng Pavilion suddenly became as quiet as before the storm, quiet and heart-pounding as if waiting for Guo Zheng specifically. What does this mean? Although no one believed that Fan Xian dared to take the big spoils of the world and did something that insulted the court in Kyoto, everyone felt a hint of coldness and fear when looking at Fan Xian's increasingly indifferent face.

There were not many guards following these officials into the Xinfeng Pavilion. After all, no one expected that such a big thing would happen just across the street from Dali Temple. I felt that the atmosphere was different on the upstairs. Several guards rushed up and watched the scene nervously.

Fan Xian smiled.

The deputy minister of Dali Temple smiled awkwardly.

Guo Zheng smiled very ugly.

Then a plate of dishes was covered directly on Guo Zheng's face, and the vegetable juice and porcelain flew together, and at the same time, it burst out on the face of the censor, turning into countless rays and sprayed out!

At the same time, the blood sprayed out from Guo Zheng's face!

Fan Xian withdrew his hand, pressed it on the back of Guo Zheng's head, and directly pressed it into the hard pear blossom wood desktop! Such a hard desktop pressed into a flesh-and-blooded head!

With a loud noise, a few subtle patterns appeared on the hard pear blossom wood table. Guo Zheng's cervical spine was completely broken, and blood oozed out from the gaps in his facial bones and the hard pear blossom wood table, like black water.

Before he could even snort, he had just made great contributions to the court in Jiangnan and returned to Kyoto to take over as the left censor of the Censorate of the Censorate, and was slapped on the table by Fan Xian and turned into a dead person.

After a deadly silence, everyone present looked at the head that was deeply trapped on the table, and the blood mixed with the table with the juice of vegetables, unable to speak, because no one dared to believe the scene he saw, and everyone thought it was just an illusion.

Kill people in the street! The one who killed the imperial court officials! Killed a Zuodu Censor in front of many officials!

This is something that has never happened in Kyoto, Kyoto, and it is something that no one can imagine. Everyone can't react at all. Just looking at this scene, it seems like they are watching a very absurd drama.

Finally an official reacted, and he screamed in horror. Then his eyes turned pale and he fainted.

The guards rushed over and attacked Fan Xian. However, they heard only a few muffled sounds. A few more faint bodies appeared on the wooden boards on the second floor of Xinfeng Pavilion. Fan Xian still stood by the table quietly, as if he had never taken any action.

The deputy minister of Dali Temple stretched out his finger and pointed at Fan Xian tremblingly. It was like seeing a demon from the underworld suddenly walking in the sun. He couldn't say anything at all, and there was just a pitiful whine in his throat.

Fan Xian's eyes were expressionless, and he looked at him coldly and asked, "I heard that in this month, Dali Temple has used a lot of torture to my subordinates under your instructions. Three of my subordinates were tortured by you in prison and died of torture?"

The deputy minister of Dali Temple suddenly shouted. He turned around like a rabbit and ran away. Judging from the momentum, the adult was about to climb over the railing. Even if he fell seriously injured, he would run out of this Xinfeng Pavilion.

However, since Fan Xian had already started to take action, how could he let him run away? He could only hear a gust of wind blowing through the towers of Xinfeng Pavilion, and then a crisp sound, a muffled sound. The cervical spine of the Dali Temple Deputy Minister broke here, and his head was tragically slapped into the tabletop of the hard pear blossom trees.

Blood began to flow down the table, and the corpses of the two court officials were put into the table, and it was difficult to get out of it. Their bodies were half kneeling on the ground, and the toes in thick boots were still twitching. The scene looked very terrifying.

Two people were killed in the street, and there were ghosts and howlings in Xinfeng Pavilion. Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged and turned around. A friend of Xinfeng Pavilion came to everyone without knowing it and handed over a hot towel.

Fan Xian took the towel and wiped his hands carefully. He threw the towel on the ground with some disgust. He took Dabao's hand and walked downstairs, and said to the guy: "It's okay to start."

From Fan Xian walking to this table, to killing two imperial officials with the most cruel means, and then he went downstairs to leave. He did not go to look at Hou Jichang.

Hou Jichang, who was pale, trembled his lips. He took his eyes back from the stairs and landed on the two corpses. Looking at the things on the table that were not known to be brain matter or vegetable bean flower fields flowing in the blood, endless fear occupied his whole body, he finally couldn't help but bend down and vomit.

"Send my uncle back to the house." Downstairs of Xinfeng Pavilion, Fan Xian helped Dabao into the carriage, said to Fujiko Kyo, and watched the black carriage head towards Nancheng. Fan Xian was single, but began to walk towards the imperial city.

Fan Xian was not worried about the safety of the carriage home, because there were six swordsmen responsible for protecting it along the way. As stated in the Xinfeng Pavilion, killing people is for revenge of the subordinates of the Supervision Bureau. Although he is no longer the president of the Supervision Bureau, in fact, as long as he is willing, he will always be the president of the Supervision Bureau.

Shadow returned to Kyoto and reorganized the six assassins in the dark. The arrival of Haitang, especially Wang Shisanlang, made the palace no longer have any way to prevent Fan Xian from contacting the people who are loyal to him in the eight major departments of the Supervision Bureau. The Supervision Bureau is already in turmoil, and today is the last glory of this gloomy courtyard.

This morning, Fan Xian issued the last order to the Nails and Assassins located in various places in the Supervisory Council in the name of the President of the Supervisory Council. He did not know how many spies and officials would follow him, but Fan Xian believed that the men under his command would definitely not disappoint him.

The cold wind in deep winter was blowing on the streets of Kyoto. There was still a while before entering the palace. Fan Xian walked alone along the street and headed towards the palace in the distance. He looked at the street scene in Kyoto along the way, breathing the air in Kyoto greedily, as if he wanted to remember all this in his memory. Even if he died, don't forget it.

Shortly after Fan Xian left Xinfeng Pavilion, the inspectorate, which had been closed, suddenly all the staff came out. More than 100 inspectors wearing black official uniforms rushed into their old neighbors with murderous intent, and now the most hateful new enemy - Dali Temple.

It has to be said that Fan Xian’s seventh day of the lunar calendar was indeed the best time. It was not until noon, but the officials in Dali Temple had already gone to have a leisurely and lively with the officials of various departments. The Dali Temple Yamen had no power to resist in front of these officials of the Supervision Bureau like wolves and tigers, and this happened to meet Fan Xian’s expectations. Don’t have too many officials in the Qing Kingdom bleeding from this turmoil.

The officials of the court who were about to die naturally had the truth that they were bound to die. They were all targets carefully selected by Fan Xian. However, they occupied Dali Temple in one place and wanted to rescue their colleagues who were imprisoned by the court.

Fan Xian walked across the Long Street and turned over Shahe Street. He bought a bunch of candied haws from the vendor's hands, ate them with relish, and threw a piece of golden leaves casually. Naturally, he was too lazy to find change. He was very grateful to the candied haws in Kyoto, because it was because of the candied haws in the child's hand that he did not get lost in the Qing Temple.

At noon today, the Minister of Revenue was in Yishi Curie. He invited the Minister of Justice and several friends of the Ministry of Justice. Unexpectedly, they were all the backbone of the He clan. The Minister of Revenue gently stroked his short beards and felt a little proud in the warm pavilion in this winter. After three years of hard work, he finally cleared the shadows left by his former Minister of Shang Fan Jian in the ministry. The independent kingdom belonging to the Fan Mansion disappeared, and he finally became the real Minister of Revenue.

Although in order to resist the pressure from Fan Mansion, he took the initiative and humbly stood by Grand Secretary He. But he did not feel humiliated, because He Zongwei was originally the Grand Secretary of the Secretariat of the Secretariat, and standing next to Grand Secretary He, just waiting for him to stand in front of His Majesty the Emperor, this is a kind of glory.

Originally, the banquet today was more formal at night, but the guests who went to He Mansion to inquire about the news clearly. Moreover, after the court meeting before the New Year, Grand Secretary He also had to explain. There were some things to do in the palace on the seventh day of the lunar month, so Grand Secretary He could not come to the banquet in person, so it was not until noon.

Although he was a little disappointed, the Minister of Revenue also felt relieved. If Grand Secretary He was not there, he was the person with the highest position among the officials in this table. How comfortable was he when he heard the flattery sounds coming from his ears?

Especially when he thought of the will of Grand Secretary He, the Ministry of Revenue forced the intervention and made the Kyoto government's stalemate want to die, forcing the hard-bodied Sun Jingxiu to resign in disgrace. In the end, he still did not issue a dispute with the crime and was taken into prison. Lord Shangshu began to feel that he wanted to die in an ecstasy. What are you fighting with me? Isn't it just to give birth to a good daughter? After your daughter is sold to the sect, I will also secretly make your daughter want to die in an ecstasy.

The drunkenness was rising. Just as the Minister of Revenue was circled around the four words "I want to die" and he did not notice a trace of cunning and evil light flashed in the eyes of the woman who served everyone in the warm pavilion.

Of course, Lord Shangshu didn't know that the poison in Wuliangye he drank was enough to make him die of ecstasy countless times.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month of the 11th year of Qingli, a fire in Yishiju lived, and the warm pavilion was filled with ruins. Several backbone officials of the Ministry of Revenue, the Minister of Justice, and other ministers of the Confederacy were killed in the fire and died of wine.

When the fire broke out, Fan Xian had already finished gnawing candied haws and walked to the beautiful Tianhe Street with a newly bought black cloth umbrella. He threw the bamboo sticks with the residue of sugar into the abnormally cleanliness. He shrugged his shoulders and did not blame himself for his actions of polluting the environment.

Then he glanced at the black stone tablet that was being demolished at the main entrance of the Supervision Bureau, and the stone tablet with less and less golden characters, stared at it for a moment, shook his head.

Suddenly a gust of north wind blew and snowflakes began to float down.

The snowflakes fell at the gate of He's house. Grand Secretary He was honest and honest. He hated someone to give gifts the most, so he raised two evil dogs at the gate of the mansion. Many people knew that this trick was the first of the Viscount Chenghai Mansion, which was Lord Yan Ruohai. He couldn't help but secretly slander the Grand Secretary He's picking people. However, no matter what, these two evil dogs still earned a lot of reputation for him.

The two dogs were annoyed by the snowflakes slowly falling down to the ground, and barked at the sky desperately. The frozen dog barked the snow, but there was no effect. The snow was still so slowly and firmly underground.

Two wailing crys, two evil dogs fell to the ground, and more than a dozen assassins wearing common people's clothes vigilantly controlled the surroundings of Qingjing He's mansion, and then quietly touched them into the mansion.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, opened the black cloth umbrella, blindfolded his eyes, and covered the sky.

The snowflakes accumulated on the black cloth umbrella, melting a little quickly and could not accumulate, which made him feel a little displeased. As he walked like this, he walked to the front of the imperial city. Instead of going to the main entrance to wait for the communication, he circled around the imperial city and walked outside the quite inconspicuous bungalows in the Secretariat of the Imperial Palace under the vigilant gaze of the imperial guards.

Fan Xian pushed the door open, dusted the snowflakes on his body and head, and carefully placed the black cloth umbrella with snow water at the door. The stunned officials in the door smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you."
Chapter completed!