Chapter 128: The common man's single sword towards the emperor (2)

Absurd people speak out absurd words and act absurd things. On the seventh day of the first lunar month of the 11th year of Qingli, Fan Xian instructed his subordinates to kill ministers in the streets and kill the Grand Secretary of the Secretariat at the foot of the imperial city. He really did something absurd that the Qing Dynasty court had not encountered in a century. However, at this moment he was talking freely and speaking loudly, following the orders, and clearing the king's side, as if he thought that this set of rhetoric could really explain what he did today, which was truly ridiculous.

However, even so ridiculous, what is unexpected is that there were only a few traces of sarcastic smiles on the corners of His Majesty’s lips. He did not get angry and asked, “When did I give you the decree?”

"The superior mind is what our ministers should do." Fan Xian responded calmly.

Today, just after the New Year Festival, Kyoto was looking for the opportunity to prevent laxity in various places. Taking advantage of the palace underestimating his influence and summoning ability on the Supervisory Office, we were able to kill all the core personnel of the Kyoto Riga officials like a rush.

The main reason for achieving this strategic goal is that Fan Xian’s manual was too sudden, and it can even be said to be abrupt, so abrupt that no one had any predictions in the palace or in the court.

Thunder sounded in silence, shocking everyone in the world covered their ears in fear. This was Fan Xian’s idea. He had to consider his way out after failure. He wanted to take the lead in killing all the officials who stared at him like a hunting dog!

The killing was thorough enough. If you really lose in the future, the officials and subordinates you want to protect may have a much better life.

The thunder sounded, but there was no possibility of it keeping. It was just a momentary incident. The court would immediately react. Once the powerful state machine of the Qing Kingdom was fully operational and the powerful military forces inserted into Kyoto, the power of the Universe could only be destroyed like a destruction. Especially in Kyoto.

I believe that at this time the Kyoto Garrison Division had already begun to join forces with the Thirteen City Gate Division to start a clearing operation. The imperial guards strictly guarded the palace and did not interfere, but it was enough for that side alone. The subordinates loyal to Fan Xian had already begun to sneak into the darkness at this time, but for Fan Xian, this was far from enough. Under the harshness of Qinglu and His Majesty, they should seek a gap as large as possible for those who were loyal to him. This was the source of these absurd words he said to His Majesty at this time.

"The Grand Secretary He has two vicious dogs. He is quite honest. However, his two tribe brothers are also quite vicious dogs in the He family's ancestors. They have never been polite to take over the land."

Fan Xian raised his lips slightly and said, "Although there is no such thing as selling officials and accepting bribes, in the past three years, there have been dozens of volumes of famous paintings in the seemingly dilapidated mansion of Grand Secretary He in the previous Wei Dynasty."

"Fan Wujiu was the former subordinate of Chengze at that time. He was one of the eight generals. Although he had left the royal palace, he also participated in the plot of rebellion. After the rebellion of Kyoto three years ago, this person did not surrender to the court, but he hid himself in the palace of He Grand Secretary He, and he was intimately involved in the plan. He knew what he planned without asking. However, He Grand Secretary He knew his identity, but he secretly deviled and did not know what his intention was."

Fan Xian said slowly and calmly, and the Supervision Bureau had already investigated He Zongwei, but due to the sage, these things that were found to be hard-working were always unable to be exposed in broad daylight. Today, Fan Xian naturally would not be afraid of anything, especially since he knew everything. His Majesty the Emperor in front of him was very clear about these things, even more clear than himself.

"Fan Wujiu was assassinated a month ago and almost died." Fan Xian suddenly smiled and looked at the side face of His Majesty the Emperor. Because Fan Wujiu was silenced, it was originally what His Majesty ordered. "Fortunately, someone of my subordinate happened to pass by and rescue him. In the end, he recorded a confession. That confession should have been sent to the Supervision Bureau at this time."

He Zongwei and the widow of Lord Peng were chased by the Prime Minister's Mansion. The second prince and the crown prince Li Hongcheng happened to pass by. Now the man in He Zongwei's mansion was killed. The shadow also happened to pass by. This is how things happen in life.

"What makes me even more curious is that Grand Secretary He is not young anymore, he has never married a wife. He even has one concubine and a big girl, but he lives with his widowed aunt..."

Just as Fan Xian talked endlessly and explained the crimes of Grand Secretary He with relish, the emperor finally spoke coldly: "Enough, Lord He is devoted to the country. Even if he offended you, he will die at your hands. Why use these filthy words to frame a dead person?"

"What your Majesty said."

"You should be very clear, I know these things very well."

"Yes, Your Majesty. However, all the people in the world do not know that Grand Secretary He, whom Your Majesty is devoted to, is such a person."

Fan Xian had already smiled on his face, and blocked his return calmly and without step back, saying, "I have sent someone to copy the He Mansion. The document after the record is reported, and the document will be sent to the Supervision Office. I believe that it will not take long before President Yan will personally send it to the palace. As for the original part, it has been sent to Danbo Bookstore and Xishan Bookstore, or elsewhere, in a few days, everyone in the world will see this extra."

"If you want to do these things, how can you do it without the eight major parts of the Supervision Bureau? Are you threatening me? Let the people of the world see me?" The emperor smiled slightly.

"I dare not, just ask Your Majesty to think twice. Today's affairs will shock the world. No matter whether the historian can stand up or not, there are still unofficial historical theories, which will always be recorded on the pages of the book and left in history."

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "Your Majesty is a wise king. Whether it is me, the former president of the Supervision Office, or the death of Grand Secretary He, it is not good to write on paper. But if Your Majesty's holy eyes are like a torch, it must be another discussion."

"It sounds like a feasible method, but if this is true, wouldn't the court be less kind?" His Majesty the Emperor didn't know that he was really moved by Fan Xian, and looked at the son coldly and sarcastically.

"Any minister is just his majesty's slave after all. If a slave dies, he will die. After death, he can fulfill his majesty's kindness and power, which is also his glory." Fan Xiandi's words were so mean, but he didn't know whether it was mocking himself and the officials in the court, or the dead Grand Secretary He, or... the cold king in front of him who always remembers the word Wen Ren.

"The court has its own laws and regulations for acting. Even if He Zongwei is guilty, he should be imprisoned. He is sentenced to a certain Si Suo and is very careful. How can he be killed rudely?" His Majesty the Emperor did not know if he had not heard the sarcasm in Fan Xian's words and said coldly.

"However, the officials who took action today are guilty of righteous indignation, but after all, they are the heart of heaven, and the sins are forgiven. As for me, a crazy thug, it is naturally unforgivable." Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "If I have my life, the discussions in the world will be calmed down. I believe no one will feel that He Zongwei is at a disadvantage."

His Majesty the Emperor was not moved by these seemingly gentle but actually cold words, and said, "But I... after all, I feel guilty towards Grand Secretary He."

"The dead are gone." Fan Xian said four words out loud and heavy.

Unexpectedly, a gloomy look suddenly appeared on the ground of the emperor. He looked at him quietly and said after a while: "If the dead are really gone, how could you enter the palace today?"

Fan Xian was silent. There was no need to discuss this topic between His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty. The last time he entered the palace, he had already drawn this fork in the difference between his father and His Majesty. Today, Fan Xian's determination to enter the palace was explained clearly.

Just these words about the wind and rain in Kyoto today. Fan Xian must make it clear, because how the imperial court determines today's killings, even if it is just a slight change in the wind, will bring completely different blows to those subordinates who are loyal to him. The emperor's words are as heavy as the sky.

Xishan Bookstore and Danbo Bookstore have been ready to print and distribute the world, but Fan Xian is indeed not trying to threaten the emperor with a mere reputation, because it is simply impossible. He just knows too much about His Majesty the Emperor's ruthlessness and ruthlessness. All the concept of putting interests first.

Since He Zongwei is dead, no matter how he gets respect and appreciation from the emperor during his lifetime, once he becomes a cold corpse, he is just a slave who is useless. Emperor Qing regards ordinary ministers and officials as slaves, which is a cold fact that makes people feel cold.

How to make the death of Grand Secretary He not only shake the foundation of the court of Qing Kingdom is the top priority of His Majesty’s consideration. Fan Xian tried to use his prepared strategies to convince His Majesty to accept it. As for the crime of poisoning the ministers, he could not escape. He did not want to escape. His iron-blooded actions today have touched the bottom line of a feudal dynasty. Whether from the position of the emperor or the position of the officialdom of the world, in the vast land of Qing Kingdom, Fan Xian would not have a place for him to be there.

What's even more amazing is that the emperor and royal family always have to pay attention to a gentle and kind attitude. Even if the monarch who treats all people like an ant doesn't care about the death of a minister at all, he has any harsh thoughts in the dark. However, no matter how close the minister is, he will carefully pull out the banner of righteousness to cover it up when making suggestions. He will definitely not be as naked and despicable as Fan Xian said today.

Fan Xian did this and said this. His Majesty the Emperor did not think he was embarrassed, and he just listened casually. Perhaps only the father and son of the Tian family could have such naked, bloody and shameless conversations. If someone next to the two of them heard the content of their conversation at this time, in addition to being shocked by the content itself, he would also notice another very serious problem.

In the deserted palace in winter, since the conversation has been held, Fan Xian is not polite, does not bow, does not kneel, does not submit to me, only calls me, responds calmly, speaks with his heart, and is so arrogant.

The emperor indulged Fan Xian indulged in a presumptuous manner because there was a faint chill deep in his eyes, and he waved his hand with some disgust. Others might not understand the meaning of His Majesty the Emperor's movement, but Fan Xian was different. He quickly stood up straight, his face returned to calm, and his spirit was slightly refreshed. He knew that the conclusion of today's affairs would be slightly deviated. Although the charges were only a little different, the court's explicit attacks on arrest and the blows from the darkness were extremely different.

A gust of wind blew by, and the snow on the grass behind the two was rolled up and fell on them one after another, adding a little cold and harshness. If the dead He Zongwei knew that His Majesty, who was loyal to him until his death, and Fan Xian, who killed him, had just used a dialogue, he would be able to die even if he died, and he was afraid that the grievance in his heart would be even better.

However, this is the feudal dynasty, and this is the so-called family. In the eyes of this shameless father and son, whether it is the officialdom or the people, both Emperor Qing and Fan Xian have more powerful reputations than He Zongwei, the minister who became popular at first. As for whether such a disposal will make the ministers feel disappointed, it is a matter of the specific operational location in the palace in the future.

The snow was still so slowly and coldly. The emperor turned around slowly and looked at Fan Xian who was as tall as he had made an appointment with him. He had not spoken for a long time. On weekdays, Fan Xian couldn't help but hunched or lowered his head. Today, Fan Xian stood up straight and the emperor realized that his son had already become as tall as him.

A terrifying chill and pressure emanated from the man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, welding Fan Xian on the snowy grassland. This momentum was not deliberately emitted, but only moved with the changes in mood and emotions. The extremely powerful essence was revealed by taking advantage of the momentum. It actually affected the surrounding environment.

Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged, and he was breathing the air in the snowflakes gently and seriously. After talking for so long, they knew very well that this moment was coming after all. At this time, He Zongwei's matter was resolved. Naturally, it was the turn between them.

"I am very curious. What kind of service do you have to go to the palace to face me alone?" The emperor's face was calm and he raised his face slightly naturally. He was full of sarcasm and disdain.

"There is no reliance at all." Fan Xian closed his eyes slowly, and after a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes bravely, looked directly at the unfathomable king in front of him, and said softly in a tone that was dull and somewhat numb, "I... just want to fight fairly with His Majesty."

Fair battle! Fair battle? The emperor was slightly stunned and laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was profound and far-reaching, full of absurdity. It echoed in this palace in deep winter, and I wonder how many hibernating creatures in the frozen soil were awakened.

His Majesty's eyes narrowed slightly, a strange smile flashed from the corners of his clear eyes, and his voice said with a slight sand: "How can you ask me for anything fair."

Yes, in front of His Majesty, what qualifications does Fan Xian have to demand fairness? His sister is still in the palace, his family is still in the capital, and although his subordinates are very arrogant today, in fact, in the eyes of the emperor, they are still just a group of ants who cannot make waves. It is precisely because His Majesty the Emperor is confident and strong that he does not take the turmoil in Kyoto today at all. As long as he is willing, he can easily mobilize the army, and with the power of the world he controls, he can suppress Fan Xian so tightly that he cannot move at all.

The four words "Fair" are so arrogant, so brave... but so naive. The Tianjia Palace is not a turbulent world. If you want to fight, you don't want to fight with you, so what about you?

Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked back at His Majesty's gaze calmly and resolutely, saying word by word: "Qualification lies in strength, and I want to die for the strength. I think I still have it."

As the words were said, the emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep eyes naturally flew over Fan Xian's shoulders, looking towards the large group of palaces in the southeast direction. The cold palace, which was supposed to be lively, was extremely quiet in the snow today. There was no abrupt sound, and no abnormal movement happened. However, His Majesty the Emperor's heart was slightly moved, knowing that something was wrong, because Fan Xian actually entered the palace alone today to ask for a revenge in the blue blood, so he naturally had prepared a way out to show his qualifications.

If the world is a game of chess, the chessboard placed between the father and son is seven territory, three forces, countless prefectures and counties, and the chess pieces are billions of people, endless wealth, and the people's worldly feelings. What Fan Xian did today, in addition to the word "savageness and courage", wanted to take back the chessboard from the world and turn it into the cold land of the palace where his feet were standing at this time, and eliminate those chess pieces from the chessboard, leaving only himself and Emperor Qing. This is his ruthlessness, his ruthlessness, and his ruthlessness.

But to make His Majesty the Emperor abandon the chessboard and to ensure the safety of those chess pieces, Fan Xian must have enough chips to convince the other party, even including He Zongwei's death. If Fan Xian does not provide enough lethality, he will not be qualified to say this.

The first chip that Fan Xian threw out was a fire, a fire in winter. This fire was burning in a quiet room in the palace, but it was strictly forbidden. More than a dozen inner court masters who never ignored the world and were only responsible for protecting the things in the room watched with some confusion as the flames gradually spit out from the window, knowing that they were finished.

Not long after, the fire in the room was extinguished, but the files and books inside had been burned clean, leaving no trace of residue.

The emperor looked at the temple in the southeast corner, and after a while, black smoke rose, and then the black smoke scattered among the snowflakes and disappeared without a trace. His eyes finally gradually became cold and solemn.

"Not even in the palace know about the storage place for the internal warehouse process flow transcription." The emperor's eyes did not fall on Fan Xian's face, but just said coldly: "You can find it and be able to burn it with a fire, which really surprised me."

Fan Xian stood aside and said, "There are only two parts in the world in the warehousing process, one in northern Fujian and the other in the palace. Since I can burn this part in the palace, I can also burn that part in northern Fujian... Whether Su Wenmao is dead or not, I believe Your Majesty should understand that I am in Jiangnan and I have the ability to do all this."
Chapter completed!