Chapter 126: The joy in front of the palace is broken

The bungalow at the foot of the imperial city is inconspicuous, but it is the important place for the Secretary of the Jung-Shun to discuss matters. From the back porch to a courtyard, you can directly enter the palace. The most important place is that the imperial guards and guards are extremely strict in their guards. Even the rebels surrounded the palace and did not think of opening a gap from here, because there are still layers of palace walls behind the Jung-Shun, and there are even murderous intent in the bungalow.

After leaving Danzhou in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, it has been almost seven years in a flash. Except for staying in Jiangnan for two years, most of the time in Fan Xian’s second life, the time he remembered in his heart, was in Kyoto. His life experience is different from that of most people in Zhuqing Kingdom. He entered the palace too many times, and was as relaxed and comfortable as returning home. Whether it was the identity of the Supervisory Office or the identity of the emperor’s illegitimate son, the palace ban did not exist for him.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, Fan Xian walked to the bungalow under the palace like a walk. Although the New Year had just passed, the Secretariat was still busy. The officials from various departments came to discuss matters, no one noticed a person wearing a black cloth umbrella in the snow. When he entered the inner circumference, the imperial guards responsible for inspection became stupid under Fan Xian's gentle smile, and stared at him walking in.

Fan Xian came too naturally and naturally. All the imperial guards knew that the young man had no trouble entering and leaving the palace, but he didn't react for a while, so he let him pass through the layers of the imperial guards and come directly to the big room of the subordinate Zhongshu.

There were two hot kangs in the big room, covered with several layers of things, and were filled with memorials from all over the world and decrees drawn by His Majesty. Ink tables and papers were piled up on the table. The office conditions in the central part of the Daqing court did not look good. Several grand clerks and some clerks and officials were busy until Fan Xian put down the black umbrella with snow water.

The subordinate of the school secretary was silent in the room. Everyone stared at Fan Xian in a daze, wondering why this big man who was severely punished by His Majesty suddenly appeared here today.

When Fan Xian was walking in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, there had been changes in various restaurants and yamen in Kyoto. However, the timing of this sniper operation was extremely accurate. When Fan Xian walked into the Grand Room of the Secretariat, the fire of revenge in Kyoto from all directions had just begun to burn. The news did not reach the palace.

The first person to react to Fan Xian's sudden arrival was that Grand Secretary Pan Ling, who was closest to the door, was greedy for the bright sky light. The old Grand Secretary opened his presbyopia eyes and looked at Fan Xian and coughed, "Why are you here?"

Since childhood, Fan Xian learned the word "Di Shi of the Grand Secretary Pan" and earned his first money in his life with the newspaper compiled by Grand Secretary Pan. Although he had never had a deal in Kyoto twice, Fan Xian always respected the old man and replied with a smile: "Your Majesty summoned me to enter the palace in the afternoon. As soon as he walked to the entrance of the imperial city, it suddenly snowed. It was not interesting to stand in the snow, so he came here to see you all."

As soon as this was said, all the people in the big house remembered that in the afternoon, His Majesty did have the will to summon Fan Xian into the palace, let go, and smiled gently, and went up to see the court. The Secretariat of the Sect is different from the officials of the various departments and yamen below. The most important thing is to be with the light and do not be angry, especially the officials closest to His Majesty, so naturally they know Fan Xian’s true position in the court, and no one dares to neglect.

He Zongwei stood up and walked over. His expression was calm and he had a hint of self-sustainment. As soon as he came out, the entire room in the Secretariat of the Secretariat was quiet. Even Grand Secretary Pan Ling coughed and left with a hunched body.

Everyone knows that Grand Secretary He is currently following His Majesty's will and desperately attacking the pitiful forces left by Lord Xiao Fan. Everyone knows that in recent years, Lord Xiao Fan and Grand Secretary He have never lived in harmony, never once. The current situation has changed a lot. Grand Secretary He is so popular that he has a status in the Secretariat of the Secretariat that he is vaguely overwhelmed Grand Secretary Hu, facing Fan Xian, who is now in trouble. What will he say and do?

"Long time no see." He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian gently and said, "It's not time yet, sit down and have a cup of hot tea to warm your body, so as not to stand for a long time in the imperial study room for a while."

This is very gentle, sincere, gentle, and touching. No one can hear the concern from the deepest sentences. He Zongwei's performance at this time seems to be that there has never been any problem between the two young and powerful people in the Nanqing court.

But a truly intelligent person must have heard something else, this is the winner's tolerance for the loser, and this is a condescending concern.

Fan Xian's lips twitched slightly, smiling, then slowly raised his head, looked at the grandmaster with a little dark skin in front of him, paused for a moment, and said calmly: "I came here today to say a few words to you. Yes, my time has not yet arrived... your time has come."

No one could understand this sentence. Even He Zongwei himself could not hear the cold and cold background sound in this sentence. He was slightly stunned and looked at Fan Xian with a frown, as if he wanted to say something, but unexpectedly, he heard a noise outside the main house of the Secretariat of the People's Republic of China. The noise was mixed with a few uncontrollable exclamations.

"What kind of morality is this so panic!" He Zongwei's face was slightly dark, and he looked at the official who rushed in and scolded him angrily.

"Sir! Deputy Cheng of Dali Temple and Guo Zheng, the new left censor of the Censorate, were killed in the street!" The official said in horror that the news had been heard from outside.

Hearing this news, the whole house suddenly became like it exploded, and the screams were heard. The officials of the Secretariat under the sect managed the Daqing court for His Majesty. When did you hear of such a level of imperial officials being assassinated on the street?

He Zongwei's body stiffened. The deputy minister of Dali Temple and the censor Guo Zheng were both his confidants. Especially Guo Zheng, who has always regarded Fan as a confidant enemy, did a lot of major things for him in Jiangnan and made great contributions for His Majesty. He was transferred back to Kyoto by him. As a result, he just returned to Kyoto... he died?

A trace of pale flashed across his dark face, and he quickly returned to normal. He suddenly raised his head, stared at Fan Xian's handsome face, narrowed his eyes and made a big fist.

Before He Zongwei could speak, Fan Xian lowered his eyes and said softly in a marvelous voice: "The Minister of Revenue is dead, and two ministers have also died. This is my list of places to prepare. Please see if there are any missing."

After saying this, Fan Xian took out a thin note from his arms and handed it over. He Zongwei's hand couldn't help but tremble. He took the note and glanced roughly. He saw the names and positions of more than a dozen officials, all of which were his confidant officials!

When Fan Xian handed the list to Grand Secretary He, the entire house in the Secretariat of the Secretariat suddenly became quiet, and even a needle fell to the ground could be heard.

Fan Xian casually touched his temples, inserted the thin needle between his fingers back into his post, and said calmly: "I don't want to kill innocent officials indiscriminately, so please confirm that if these are your people, then I'll be relieved."

The note full of names fell to the ground, and the room was quiet. At this time, everyone knew that the blood in Kyoto today was made by the young man Fan in front of him, but I don’t know if the ground was true. Could it be that all the imperial officials were dead today?

He Zongwei knew Fan Xian, so he knew that Fan Xian was not telling a lie. The names on the paper must have turned into a resentful soul at this moment. He raised his head. The resentful dark fire was burning in his eyes, staring at Fan Xian tightly. He didn't know why Fan Xian did this. Didn't he know that doing this would be a dead end? At this moment, He Zongwei felt a little proud, and he actually forced Fan Xian to the road of breaking the death penalty.

"Why... come! Catch this murderer!" The three words "three words" were so painful that everyone thought He Zongwei was going to angrily scold Fan Xian for his evil deeds in front of all the officials. No one expected that when he was halfway through the conversation, He Zongwei shouted loudly, and his people hid at the back of the officials as fast as possible.

He Zongwei knew Fan Xian best. Since the other party had no longer cared about life and death and was killing all directions in Kyoto, he naturally had the idea of ​​fighting for his life with the death. Before entering the palace, he came to the school of the school to put an umbrella, so naturally he was not just to use the names of these dead people to ridicule and attack himself. Instead, he wanted to... kill himself!

Until this time, no one believed that Fan Xian dared to kill people at the solemn location of the Qing Kingdom Center under the imperial city, but He Zongwei believed that he knew that the vicious young and powerful man in front of him would dare to do anything once he went crazy. So he ignored the demeanor of the ministers, shouting for the imperial guards in horror, while desperately fleeing to the rear of the ministers.

Fan Xian did not chase him, but just looked at his movements with a look of pity and ridicule. After looking at everyone, his pale face was seen.

After all, he was the Secretariat in front of the palace. Long before He Zongwei shouted, the imperial guards and the large guards had noticed the movement here. Once they found that things were inconsistent, more than a dozen guards and three imperial guards had rushed into the Secretariat's house, pulled out the sword on their waists, and vigilantly surrounded Fan Xian.

No matter how powerful Fan Xian was, he would not be able to siege these inner court guards in a flash. Looking at this scene, everyone felt a little relieved, and He Zongwei's face looked a little better after the crowd. His pale look disappeared, but he had two more rosy whispers. He shouted sternly behind him: "Take this murderer down quickly!"

People’s name, tree shadow, and even if everyone knows that the blood in Kyoto today is all flowing out from the order of Lord Fan, but before finding out, who dares to step forward to take down Fan Xian? Especially when Fan Xian did not take action first, how dare those imperial guards and guards of the inner court dare to pounce on him rashly?

There was a panic at the foot of the imperial city, and the sound of communist troops was everywhere. In an instant, an extremely rapid voice came from outside the main house of the Secretariat of the People's Republic of China. Many imperial guards surrounded the big house and surrounded Fan Xian and the officials who actually controlled the Qing Dynasty court.

Even though Fan Xian had put on a pair of wings at this time, he was afraid he would not be able to fly out. However, he didn't seem to want to escape. He just looked at He Zongwei quietly behind the crowd and took a step forward casually.

I don’t know how many officials were afraid of this step, but there was a burst of exclamation in the big house, and the dozen guards surrounding Fan Xian forced them up.

Fan Xian stopped and looked at He Zongwei not far away from behind through the heads of the crowd, saying calmly: "Maybe as many people say, you are a capable and wise official, and you are very likely to become a famous minister in history in the future."

Then he shook his head and said, "But I won't give you this opportunity to continue living. It's strange. I don't know why I hate you so much. This kind of disgust is simply unreasonable... You have too strong utilitarianism and always want to step on others to climb up, but this kind of behavior is what I don't like the most."

"Even if you don't like it, at most you will just punch you twice, but you didn't expect that you would devote your whole life to the career of fighting against me." Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's a pity that this career is not so glorious, but instead gives me more reasons to kill you."

Fan Xian smiled very gently. However, in the eyes of everyone in the house, the smile was gloomy, terrifying, and full of murderous intent. However, he did not seem to have the intention to take action at this moment, so the imperial guards and guards surrounding him dared not move lightly, for fear of arousing the madness of this big man and killing everyone.

When he heard Fan Xian's words, a sharp light flashed in He Zongwei's eyes, and he was about to speak coldly and scold something, but unexpectedly, a colic came from his abdomen. The pain was so real and so tragic that it made his face pale and he couldn't say a word.

"You are a utilitarian and climbing up at all costs. You can hide it from Your Majesty. You can hide it from the officials of the court, or even the people of the world. But how can you hide it from me?" Fan Xian's eyes became cold and he said slowly: "How many people's blood have been dyed in your seemingly clean hands? How many people's wronged souls are there in your official uniform? I know."

"I kill you today, and I kill you He official is to do the way for heaven and to clear the king's side for Your Majesty." Fan Xian said something he didn't even believe in, and looked at He Zongwei's pale face sarcastically, and could not say a word to bully him at this moment.

"I don't understand why you climbed up at all costs and stepped on the body of my subordinates. Later I finally figured it out. It was not because of the natural hostile relationship between the Censorate and the Supervisory Office. It was not because I refused to marry my sister to you, nor did His Majesty have any explanation to you."

Fan Xian sighed pity and said, "All this is just because you are jealous of me. You are not as literary as me, your martial arts as me, your reputation as me, and your power as me. No matter how hard you work, you will raise a few more big black dogs, you will never be able to catch up with me in your life."

"You must be dissatisfied. How can I have a good father and a good mother if I don't agree... But what are you not dissatisfied with?"

A few beads of soybean-sized sweat dripped from He Zongwei's pale forehead. He stared at the resentful eyes and looked at Fan Xian, wanting to scold something, but he was unable to speak. He was unable to stand and sat at the edge of the kang in a depressed manner.

"This is complaining, but Jun Zhi's complaining is the root of my civil turmoil in Daqing." Fan Xian stared at He Zongwei sitting on the edge of the kang and said word by word: "The complaining is too strong to prevent heartbreak. Today I will give you a heartbreaking end."

Every word and every sentence pierced He Zongwei's ears like a knife. He couldn't even listen. He knew that all the officials of his He sect would die today, and Fan Xian must have a backup plan in secret. He just didn't know why Fan Xian said so many useless words in front of so many officials.

When an official dies, as long as he lives, he has the grace of His Majesty, he can always rebuild his own strength in the future. But why, after those little knives enter the ears, they start to run around in the abdomen? Why do those knives make themselves feel like cutting their own intestines, making them feel in pain?

Give you a heartbroken end! As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the bungalow under the imperial city suddenly became tense. All the officials scattered to avoid Fan Xian's violent storm that might appear. The imperial guards kept pouring in from outside the house, lined up in countless rows, and blocked He Zongwei.

The imperial guards with all armor were arranged in an array, crowding the large room of Zhongshu under the vast land, staring at the lonely Fan Xian nervously.

At the moment when the sword was tense and about to break out, the Secretariat of the Jung-shu leaned against the palace wall and heard an extremely shrill and anxious shout.

"don't want!"

Grand Secretary Hu, covered in snow, rushed in from the direction of the palace. After hearing Fan Xian's speech at the Imperial Academy this morning, the Grand Secretary knew that something was going to happen in Kyoto today. He rushed to the palace as soon as possible, but he was delayed for a while and had only had time to say a few words to His Majesty, and then he heard a report from the eunuch. There were major events in which the court officials had died in various places in Kyoto. Then there was a quick report saying that Fan Xian had already killed the Secretariat of the Secretariat!

No one dared to stop Grand Secretary Hu. At such a tense moment, no one would care about his entry. At most, several officials from the Secretariat of the Sect, watched Grand Secretary Hu rush to Fan Xian, worried that he would be hurt by Fan Xian, a lunatic. He screamed in fear.

Grand Secretary Hu didn't care about these calls, and hugged Fan Xian from behind, fought for his life, dragged Fan Xian back, and shouted in panic: "You are crazy!"

In everyone's eyes, the little Mr. Fan, who was so talented in poetry, was obviously crazy. Otherwise, how could he trampled on the dignity of the court so much? He did so many unforgivable and ruthless things, what happened in Kyoto today is not considered a rebellion, what else can it be?

Grand Secretary Hu also knew that it was just the assassination of the officials in Kyoto that were angered enough to anger His Majesty and defeat Fan Xian in the hell of no return. However, he still hugged Fan Xian desperately and refused to let him take action. He killed the Grand Secretary of the current dynasty in the Secretariat of the Secretariat. Waiting for blood splattered in front of the palace!

Not only in Qingguo, but also in the whole world, there has never been an outrageous scene!

The scene at this time was very funny and funny, but no one laughed, and the imperial city was quiet. Everyone looked at Grand Secretary Hu in horror and hugged Fan Xian desperately with his old and weak body. However, how could he drag and hold him?

Fan Xian suddenly felt a little warm in his heart, and he smiled and lowered his head and said, "Let it go, it's too late."

The Grand Secretary Hu, behind him, froze and let go of his hand, and looked at Fan Xian with some disbelief.

At this moment, Grand Secretary He Zongwei, who had been hiding behind the crowd and sitting on the edge of the kang in horror, suddenly retching twice. Then he spit out a lot of black blood in one mouthful!

The blood splashed the official uniforms of many officials in front of him, and it was so dark that it was extremely ugly. There was a burst of screams in the room. Several officials rushed forward to support He Zongwei and began to shout desperately to ask for the imperial doctor...

He Zongwei's pupils began to flutter and his hearing began to fade. He couldn't hear clearly what his colleagues be shouting. He just clearly felt the pain in his belly. The little knives seemed to have successfully cut his passionate and passionate intestines into pieces.

It hurts very much, heartbroken. He Zongwei knew that he was not good enough. He didn't know when Fan Xian got poisoned him, nor did he notice the small needle hole on his little finger with his right hand. He just felt unwilling to accept it. He clearly had a passion for the world and the court, and was willing to sprinkle green blood to seek a reputation. Why did the last spit out a pool of black blood?

His blurry eyes searched Fan Xian's cold face, and he had a big complaint in his heart, and he was very unwilling to do it. As an official, he did things for His Majesty and the court. What's wrong with it? He killed some people and betrayed some people? But for thousands of years, aren't people in the officialdom doing this? Didn't you, Fan Xian, let innocent people die because of you? You don't have to betray anyone, because you are born as your master, but we are born as slaves...

He Zongwei wanted to ask Fan Xian angrily, why do you kill me with those inexplicable reasons? You are just a playboy who doesn't know the general and only works based on your own likes and dislikes! However, this question was beyond words. The black blood that kept gushing out of his lips stopped him from speaking and breathing.

Just before the imperial physician arrived, the senior secretary and censor of the dynasty of the dynasty, the most popular figure in the court of the Qing Kingdom in the past three years, He Zongwei vomited blood and died of heartbrokenness at the foot of the imperial city and in the yamen hall of the Secretariat of the Secretariat.

During this process, Fan Xian kept staring at He Zongwei calmly and even coldly, watching him vomit blood, watching him struggle in pain, watching him swallow, his expression calmly on his face, without a trace of tremor. He didn't know He Zongwei's complaints and reluctance before his death, and he didn't need to know. These officials who died on the seventh day of the first lunar month of the 11th year of Qingli, including He Zongwei himself, were actually just some preparation work.

He Zongwei's death had nothing to do with his likes and dislikes, but for those who had to protect the land he had to protect. For those who had died in Jiangnan, Xiliang and Kyoto, His Majesty supported him to deal with the official who specialized in the Model Sect, and must die.

This is just a calm calculation like a mechanical one. Fan Xian only needs to confirm the death of this person, but he did not sigh too much in his heart. It would be too late to talk about the sigh until he died.

Grand Secretary Hu stared at He Zongwei's body in a daze, then turned his head heavily, and looked at Fan Xian's cold face with an angry, disappointed, and confused mood. A cold voice squeezed out from his chest and abdomen.

"Take this murderer."

He stood beside Fan Xian, stood beside Fan Xian in disappointment and anger, and issued an order to capture or even kill Fan Xian, but he didn't care that Fan Xian could just stretch out his hand and let him die with He Zongwei.

Fan Xian naturally would not kill him. He looked at Grand Secretary Hu and smiled apologetically.

Just before the imperial guards rushed up, the eunuch Yao, the leader of the inner court, finally arrived at the Secretariat of the Secretariat, and shouted with a sharp voice and strong true energy: "Your Majesty has an order to take the rebel Fan Xian into the palace!"

The decree finally arrived, and there was no doubt that it was a decree for a life-seeking. However, the decree was to let Fan Xian enter the palace. Everything about the Emperor and his illegitimate son could not be seen and heard by these officials in the court.

There was silence in the big house, and countless eyes were turned to Fan Xian's body. Fan Xian was silent for a moment, looked at Eunuch Yao and asked, "Do you want to tie it?"

Eunuch Yao was silent and said nothing. Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh. Of course, no one could tie him up. But His Majesty's will can easily turn the relatives and friends in this world into ropes that can never be broken free.

"My umbrella is placed at the door, don't let anyone steal it."
Chapter completed!