Chapter 137: People's hearts are facing north

Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian behind the moss and snow gate through the rockery. There was no expression on his face, but he didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he said coldly: "You know too many things. Don't forget, I have been by your side for so many years. I can always understand the matter about the inner treasury. Moreover, over the years, you have been shifting your focus to the Northern Qi Dynasty. Fan Sizhe is still in the capital. If you have not made any plans to betray the imperial court and move to Northern Qi in the past, how can I believe it?"

Fan Xian coughed lightly and said with a little reluctant smile: "I am also a qing person, and I have an agreement with Your Majesty. If Your Majesty survives this time and does not cleanse my people, I will naturally not break up with the court and stand on the side of the Northern Qi people. Please rest assured."

"How can I feel at ease about the major affairs of the country and the life and death of millions of people?" Yan Bingyun's voice was extremely low and he shouted angrily: "I ignore any strange agreement between you and Your Majesty, but if things change in the future, you leave Daqing alive and go to Shangjing City, who knows if you will be provoked by anger and do those disgusting things."

"Disgusting? Do you mean selling the secrets of the inner treasury to Northern Qi, or attacking Daqing for the pioneers of Qi people in the south?" Fan Xian said with a sarcastic smile: "In life, we must always keep some promises. As long as His Majesty the Emperor keeps his promises, these will naturally not happen... You should be clear that this time the assassination of the palace was just a small-scale war, and I did not use all the killing weapons."

"As long as I live, Your Majesty must be forced to accept the agreement between me and him last night." Fan Xian's eyes became cold and said, "He doesn't want to make chaos in the world, so he can't attack my people. No matter how angry he is, he must endure it for his great cause for his future... Don't forget. Those people are also people you are familiar with, once your partners, your friends, and your colleagues! If you kill me at this time, I will have no leader in my hands. If you say something humbly, you can cut it slowly with a soft knife."

"Do you just think of those people you were once extremely familiar with, one by one, falling under His Majesty's butcher's knife?" Fan Xian stared at Yan Bingyun's eyes and said word by word.

Yan Bingyun responded after a moment of silence: "Sir, I have been thinking about this for a long time, but you must be clear that there can only be one day in heaven and only one king in the world. If you are alive, even if you are not patient. But under the surface balance of my Daqing court, you are still divided into two pieces by you... This is not a good thing for me Daqing."

"I just want those people in the area where I want to protect them to survive. For this goal, I must live. In the future, I will stand far above Gaogang and look at His Majesty and you in the temple indifferently. I think you will be wary of it."

"But don't forget that if you die, the officials and subordinates in the hospital will have to accept this reality one day. Your Majesty is so talented that there will be a way to take all the Supervisory Office and even your Jiangnan headquarters back to your hands." Yan Bingyun stared in his eyes and said, "On the surface you want to guarantee their lives, but in fact, what about you? In fact, you are just using the power of these people to threaten His Majesty and the court. You insist on not dying, but you are just using the Supervisory Office as a private tool to continue your own wishes."

"What's wrong?" Fan Xian coughed twice, narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Bingyun.

"Both the president and you have said it." Yan Bingyun looked calm, "The Supervisory Office is a public instrument, not a private instrument. How can you use the public instruments of the country to seek your own private interests? This is what I don't agree with you."

"Is that?" Fan Xiandi's eyes appeared coldly, and he said coldly: "The Supervision Office is a public instrument, and I cannot use it privately... Then why don't you bravely stand up and refute him when His Majesty the Emperor uses the Supervision Office for his own thoughts?"

This sentence hit Yan Bingyun's heart directly. He stared at Fan Xian in a daze, unable to digest this sentence. In the hearts of all the ministers in this world, Your Majesty is the court, the Qing Kingdom, and the Duke... The Supervision Bureau is a public instrument, and naturally the knife in His Majesty's hand.

"Don't forget what you said. The Supervision Bureau is a public instrument, not a private instrument of His Majesty the Emperor. After all, the person on the dragon throne is just a person. Don't use him to represent the will of the world." Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun coldly and said, "Since it is a public instrument, it is naturally a virtue. Yes, I am not a virtuous person, but do you dare to say that His Majesty the Emperor is also a virtuous person?"

"Since I, father and son, are just two bastards, it's very simple who belongs to the Public Equipment of the Supervision Institute."

Fan Xian stopped looking at Yan Bingyun's face, picked up the kettle and took a sip with difficulty, and said coldly: "This yard is set up by Ye Qingmei, and it was left to me by Chen Pingping. Why should the emperor take it over? What qualifications do you have to say these boring words to me?"

"The Supervisory Office is an institution used by His Majesty's Majesty. If it becomes His Majesty's spy agency, you, the president of the Supervisory Office, would rather be wrong." He put down the kettle and scolded in a disdainful and boring tone.

A deadly silence caused a storm in Yan Bingyun's heart. He had always thought that Fan Xian was just heartbroken by Chen Pingping's death, so he bravely stood against His Majesty the Emperor. But he did not expect that in Fan Xian's heart, there was no innate dignity of imperial power at all! This kind of rebellious and very rebellious argument really made it difficult for Mr. Xiao Yan to digest. He was silent for a long time, but still did not understand this, because Old President Chen had never taught him that year, and Fan Xian had never said this before. Is the Supervision Bureau used to supervise His Majesty? What kind of joke is this!

With the light of his eyes, a trace of extremely strong disappointment flashed through Fan Xian's heart. He knew that in this world, except for Chen Pingping, who was deeply influenced by his mother, no one could accept this. Even his father was far away in Danzhou, probably wouldn't be able to accept this. His father was gradually disconnected from the Qing court because of his own reasons.

Yan Bingyun raised his head and looked at Fan Xian quietly. He immediately made a decision that for the fundamental interests of the Daqing Dynasty and for the goal of his life, he could not allow Fan Xian to bring too many secrets and too much power to the enemy of a foreign country, but if he really wanted to send him into the palace, Yan Bingyun knew that Fan Xian would die today.

Fan Xian didn't seem to be in a hurry, just waiting for Yan Bingyun's decision. At this time, a somewhat tired, a little old, and a little calm voice sounded in the shadow of the rockery: "It's such a night. What's there to say? What's the good thing to let those mothers listen to gossip?"

Yan Bingyun's body stiffened and he heard that it was his father who was speaking. He turned around with great difficulty, clenched his fists in his sleeves very tightly, and he was silent for a while, knowing that his father was reminding him of something. If others knew that Fan Xian was hiding in his house at this time, he would have to kill him. But his father made a decision and always made a decision, which would naturally be the strongest warning to him.

If Yan Ruohai did not help, Fan Xian, whose meridians were completely chaotic after being seriously injured, how could he hide in the secret room in the rockery? How could he be bandaged? How could he have food and water beside him?

Yan Bingyun knew that his father seemed gentle and ordinary words were threatening himself with the affection of father and son. If he really decided to be unfavorable to Fan Xian, then this family... would be afraid that he would be defeated from now on.

Fan Xian looked at Yan Ruohai in the darkness calmly, looked at the old man around, smiled with difficulty, and whispered: "I won't say this, you can go back first."

Then, he said coldly to Yan Bingyun: "You can't listen to my words. There are a few files I've retrieved from Prince Jing's Mansion in the courtyard. When you have time these days, go and check it out."

This sentence was said indifferently, and Fan Xian seemed to have seen Yan Bingyun die and would not attack him. Yan Bingyun stood silently for a long time, his eyes closed tightly, and finally left the rockery and headed towards his house. His quiet departure decision was probably to destroy some of his obsessions. His back seemed a little desolate.

"No one will come here on the rockery. Don't worry." Yan Ruohai walked under the rockery and smiled gently: "You said very much about the yard before. I hope he can understand a little."

Fan Xian smiled and replied: "It's better for the old man to teach me and use his own head to protect my head... For the sake of Qingguo, Yan Bingyun is still reluctant to use your life and death to prove his creed. Since everything is valuable, he will think it through slowly."

In Kyoto, except for the Yan family and his son, no one knew Fan Xian's whereabouts. The search work in Kyoto was still in full swing, without any relaxation. Countless streets and alleys were flipped through. However, what made the Qing court feel extremely strange was that Fan Xian, who was seriously injured and unable to move, disappeared from people's sight like a wandering soul.

The Supervisory Office is also cooperating with the imperial court's will and conducting information sorting in all aspects, but gaining nothing. The pursuit was mainly mainly by the military and the inner court. The Supervisory Office is just cooperating, so the affairs are not very busy. Now, Yan Bingyun, the president of the Supervisory Office, is not as busy and nervous as Ye Chong and Eunuch Yao. On the contrary, there are many scenes of him reading seriously in the square and gloomy building on Tianhe Avenue.

After listening to Fan Xian's words that night, Yan Bingyun began to read the letters and files hidden in the Jia Pavilion. He carefully read them for three days and three nights before he finished reading them. Only then did he realize that these were the memorials and letters written by Ye Qingmei to His Majesty. The above systematically talked about many ideas about the future of Qing Kingdom. However, these ideas were too bold, no, they should be said to be a traitor!

These words and sentences, like poison, made Yan Bingyun feel that his fingers holding the paper began to get hot. He was shocked and did not dare to look closely. He only picked the words about the origin of the Supervision Bureau and read them carefully, because he knew that the Supervision Bureau was originally Fan Xian's mother, the yamen built by the Miss Ye family.

Why should there be a Supervisory Office in the world? Perhaps the answer can be found in these letters and files. Isn’t the purpose of the Supervisory Office to celebrate the country and His Majesty? But why are there not many places in those papers mentioning the one on the dragon throne and the one who may sit on the dragon throne in the future?

Whether Yan Bingyun wanted to see it or not, or whether he dared to see it, the unsightly words still entered his heart like a devil. He began to ponder, start to stare blankly, and began to feel that he was threatened by his father that night and was forced to contain Fan Xian in the mansion. Perhaps it was not necessarily a decision that was completely wrong and completely harmful to the Daqing court.

He walked to the window of the secret room, looked at a corner of the imperial city under the twilight through the glass window, squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the reflected red lights were a little dazzling. After a little stunned, he turned out a black cloth from a corner of his desk, pulled the black cloth apart again, carefully covering it on the glass window, blocking the scene of the palace, as if he could feel more at ease.

His Majesty the Emperor in the palace was seriously injured by the assassin that day, but he was lucky to not return to heaven. He was just unconscious and sometimes awakened. He didn't know what the situation was today. However, when this powerful Emperor suddenly woke up, he calmly and even gave orders of pursuit, hoping to keep Fan Xian in the territory of Qing Kingdom. On the contrary, the assassins who survived by luck were not very concerned about the assassins from Northern Qi and Dongyi City.

Yan Bingyun lifted the corner of the black cloth, squinted his eyes and looked at the glorious imperial city, thinking of another incident, as if in addition to chasing Fan Xian or looking for Fan Xian's body. The inner court was vaguely looking for something. In His Majesty's heart, it seemed that that thing was more important than Fan Xian. What would it be?

The snow falls from time to time, and there are no traces left in the square in front of the palace that have been left a few days ago. The blood mixed with snow water has been cleaned up, revealing the clean and tidy bluestones below. The arrow marks flying all over the sky have not left any proof, only the blue bricks on the red wall of the imperial city. There are also several terrifying deep holes on the bluestone ground to the west, indicating the cruelty of that day. At the same time, it proved to the people passing by that terrifying attacks outside the earth and the sky have indeed existed, not just the movements imagined by people.

Fan Ruoru was wearing a snow-white coat and stood quietly in front of the deep palace gate under the imperial city, waiting for the imperial guards to jointly examine the waist signs of the palace. After the assassination of the Secretariat of the Jung-shu of the Sect, the defense forces of the entire Kyoto government were so strict that they were in a wartime state, and she knew it. What really scared the court was the assassination of His Majesty, but this matter was still hidden within a certain range and was not introduced to the people.

Today, when His Majesty woke up, he personally issued an order. The Imperial Hospital personally went to Fan's house to invite her. This was not only because Fan Ruoruo inherited the medical skills of Qingshan and Fei Jie, and had reached a certain level. More importantly, the serious injuries suffered by His Majesty the Emperor were not the internal injuries and sword marks left by the assassins. The most fatal thing was the steel sheets that were sputtered into the flesh and blood in the chest. As we all know, this strange treatment method called surgery seems to be the only one in the world who can do this.

On the way here, Fan Ruoru had already learned from the imperial physician's current physical condition and knew that His Majesty was not dead by his own shot. Fan Ruoruo didn't know what kind of feeling he felt, but it was strange that she did not feel too severely disappointed, but she was just a little confused.

She lived in the palace for five months and in the imperial study for five months. It can even be said that she was the woman who had been with His Majesty the Emperor for the longest time in these years. She knew very well what kind of person the king who had grown old was, but the key is that this king treats Fan Ruoruo very differently.

"Be careful after entering the palace. Ruo... Your Majesty is inconvenient for a moment. If you want to stay in the palace for treatment, you have to send a message to the mansion." Prince Jing Li Hongcheng stood beside Fan Ruoruo and whispered. There was an unstoppable worry between his eyebrows. Treating the emperor's illness was an extremely terrifying thing, and what's even more terrifying is that the injury caused by Your Majesty is inseparable from Fan Xian. Fan Ruoruo is Fan Xian's most beloved biological girl.

When the prince Hongcheng thought of Fan Ruoru being placed under house arrest a few months ago, he felt very worried and worried.

"Yeah." Fan Ruoru smiled slightly, the indifferent and frosty meaning on his face gradually faded away. He bowed his head and bowed to Hongcheng, and then walked towards the palace with the imperial physician under the leadership of the guards.

She had always known Li Hongcheng's intentions and was deeply moved by this. Especially in recent days, the Fan Mansion has been searched repeatedly. Whether it is Lin Wan'er's identity as the princess or Fan Ruoru's position in the heart of His Majesty, it has become something that no longer needs to be mentioned in the face of the serious crimes Fan Xian committed. At this moment, after returning from Xiliang Road, Li Hongcheng, who served as deputy envoy of the Privy Council, did not avoid suspicion at all. He bravely sat in the Fan Mansion and suppressed the good life of those soldiers who were like wolves and tigers.

If it weren't for Li Hongcheng, I'm afraid that the Fan Mansion would be too sad now.

Walking forward in the quiet and cold underground palace entrance, footsteps sounded quietly. Fan Ruoruo lowered his head slightly, feeling that his brother was right back then. This life was a play, and it was often a ridiculous drama. His Majesty almost died under his own gun. But at this time he was going to treat his injuries...

Until the moment she entered the palace, Fan Ruoru still didn't make up her mind how to deal with it for a while. She knew that His Majesty had woken up, and fortunately His Majesty woke up and issued an order, the Fan Mansion did not suffer a catastrophe. Judging from the crimes committed by Fan Xian, the entire Fan Mansion would probably be taken to prison. At most, Lin Wan'er, Fan Ruoru and his children would be taken into the palace.

But His Majesty did not issue this order. This made Fan Ruoruo admire his sister-in-law's choice to stay away from Beijing that day. Although no one knew what Fan Xian and His Majesty the Emperor said and what agreement they reached the night before the palace transformation. But at least Lin Wan'er should have guessed that Kyoto is just trying hard to chase Fan Xian, and did not use thunder to suppress the people sheltered by Fan Xian.

The Fan Mansion did not leave the capital and returned to Danzhou, which undoubtedly expressed an attitude, a test of how sincere the emperor was to fulfill his promise.

With this in mind, Fan Ruoru admired his sister-in-law's calm state of mind, and felt a long-standing admiration for his brother Fan Xian. In this world, besides his brother, who can force a powerful king to be forced to be forced to be angry after being assassinated?

The palace was near before her, and Fan Ruoru gradually calmed down. She was in Zhaixing Tower that day just to help her brother escape from Kyoto. In fact, after all, she could not have had too much resentment towards His Majesty the Emperor. After all, the death of the poor baby who had never met before was too far away from her more than twenty years ago.

The last day of the first lunar month, the twelve years of Qingli finally fell steadily on this land. However, the Nanqing court still could not move steadily. Although His Majesty the Emperor could half sit up to review the memorials, it could not be too exhausted. He Zongwei, the disciple of the Secretariat, was dead, and key officials in each department were removed by Fan Xian. For a moment, the court was a little confused. Fortunately, Grand Secretary Hu fought for this life and did not return home for seven days and nights in a row, which was not too delayed by the government affairs.

The footsteps in the darkness are still trampling in chaos. Kyoto seems to have returned to normal, but in fact it is still under very strict control, especially the assassins' hunting work, and never breathes a sigh of relief. The Qing Dynasty court must be proud of this matter. Those ninth-grade strong men who were seriously injured by His Majesty and then shot by thousands of arrows should still be besieged in Kyoto and live in fear. In such a large capital, these strong men can be strictly sealed off the ground to escape. On the one hand, these strong men were injured too heavily, and on the other hand, they must also recognize the horror of the state machine of the Qing Dynasty.

The deaths of five assassins have been confirmed, and the bodies have been transported into the palace. However, at least three of the assassins with known names are missing, namely Lord Lang Tao, the first master of the Northern Qi Palace, Wang Shisanlang, and the saint of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo. These three people have been almost captured in Kyoto several times, but they always escaped from the siege after paying the price of blood.

As for... Fan Xian, he didn't even notice the shadow. Yes, Fan Xian was gone, and the shadow disappeared. The Qingguo officials who were in charge of the culling work only realized that the figures trained by the Supervision Bureau were indeed too genius in these aspects.

However, the officials are still confident because Mr. Xiao Fan was too seriously injured and His Majesty's Yukou Saint was broken. This person's meridians have been destroyed and it is impossible to recover within a year.

On the other hand, the court officials who entered the palace every night to report on progress and handed in the letter to the emperor to seek his reign, inevitably saw another scene that they had become accustomed to but are now particularly strange. His Majesty lay weakly in the quilt pile, and a woman dressed in ordinary girls' clothes served His Majesty coldly but carefully, and brought medicine to His Majesty and fed them.

The woman was Miss Fan. The officials of the court had already seen her face for the first five months, but they never thought that she had only been out for a day, so why did she come back? Didn’t Mr. Fan become a criminal offender? Why can his girl still serve His Majesty? What is General Yao thinking? Are you not worried that Miss Fan will do something bad?

Not only did Miss Fan’s family serve His Majesty in the palace every day, but she was the Fan Mansion, which was regarded as a death place by everyone. It seemed that it had not become a hell. The people inside lived as usual. Princess Chen Lin Wan'er even entered the palace every now and then, bringing some fresh food to His Majesty and telling stubborn jokes.

What's this? His Majesty wants to kill Mr. Fan but he is afraid that he will be crazy, but he doesn't want to make things difficult for his wife and sister? This scene is too ridiculous and ridiculous, and it's really hard to understand.

The dull atmosphere in Kyoto was finally broken on the day in early February. Eunuch Yao received a top-secret news. After a long talk with His Majesty, the weak-hearted emperor in the Imperial Study room that night, countless people from the inner court and military gathered from all sides and came to the gate of the First Class Viscount's Mansion.

The first moment when the morning light came out, the green buds on the tree were still sleeping under the wooden bark. The gate of Yanfu was suddenly blown open, and the soldiers who surrounded them from all directions guarded all directions, and more than 20 masters flew directly over the high courtyard wall. They seemed to know where the target was and rushed directly to the rockery in the back garden.

Eunuch Yao waited outside Yan Mansion with his hands in his arms, with a calm face, without any intention of entering the mansion to speak. This mansion is not a simple place. Not to mention how long Lord Yan Ruohai had been in the Supervision Bureau back then, let’s talk about the young male owner of Yan Mansion, after all, he is also the president of the Supervision Bureau.

This operation did not reveal any news to the Supervisory Office, because once he really caught the noble man in Yan's house, I'm afraid Yan Bingyun would not be able to explain clearly.

Young Master Xiaoyan was wearing a pajamas and looked at the arrogant soldiers in the mansion searching everywhere with a serious face. The anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger, but his expression remained calm. The most successful spy in Qingguo back then was so strong that he could not compare to ordinary people.

He did not rush to his father's residence in the back of the garden, but he just stood in the bedroom door. He watched these scenes coldly. On the bed behind him, his wife, Miss Shen, sat up slowly and asked in a trembling voice: "What happened?"

"Don't you know what happened?" Yan Bingyun's voice was squeezed into a cold line before he could turn his head.

Shen Wan'er's face changed drastically, and after a while, she responded in a trembling voice: "What did you say?"

"Only my father and I know, and I was the one you reminded me before." A very bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yan Bingyun's lips. "I did let you down back then, but it's been so many years. I thought you had forgotten you long ago. And we are husband and wife after all, but I didn't expect that if you don't let my old Yan family die, you are still unwilling to accept it."

Shen Wan'er's body trembled, knowing that her husband had seen through what he did, she said sadly to Yan Bingyun's back: "I don't have this idea, but he was an imperial offender after all. If the court knew about it, how could our family escape? Besides, he was a powerful person. If he hid in the land by himself, the court could believe it even if he didn't find it in the mansion."

"Yes, our family has the first merit of promotion, but also the crime of protection." Yan Bingyun's smile seemed so cold and bitter, "I still can't understand why you did this? You are from Northern Qi. When did you become so loyal to my Daqing court?"

There was a noise coming from the courtyard of Yan's mansion, but the owner's bedroom was so quiet. Shen Wan'er, behind Yan Bingyun, lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Finally, she raised her head bravely, her eyes full of lingering resentment: "Why? What did you say? Don't forget, I am always your wife. Yes, that thing has nothing to do with you, but you dare to say that thing has nothing to do with him Fan Xian!"

Miss Shen’s voice was not very loud, but it seemed particularly sad and resentful. She looked at Yan Bingyun’s back and cried and said, “My father was killed by the Emperor of Northern Qi, and then the whole family was confiscated, and the family was destroyed… You don’t know what it means to destroy the family! More than 200 people in my family were all dead! My brother, who was only three years old, also died! Who did this?”

"This was done by the Emperor of Northern Qi, but you really don't know. This is the idea of ​​Fan Xian and the woman named Haitang!" Miss Shen's eyes were full of hatred, "But what can I do? Fan Xian is your boss, your friend, and the person you never say, but in fact, I admire the most... Can I still expect you to avenge more than 200 people in my family?"

"Since he dared to escape to me, and I found out, I couldn't miss this opportunity." After saying this, Miss Shen knew that no matter how things developed, it would be impossible to win back the heart of the man in front of her. She sat on the bed limply, and she couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Why did she, a woman who originally knew nothing, do such a bold thing driven by hatred?

Yan Bingyun's body stiffened slightly, but there was no reaction. He just sighed in his heart, feeling a little confused.

The rockery in the back garden had been dug up by the soldiers, but they looked at the dusty secret room, the space that seemed to have never been to stay, and couldn't help but stay in place. Yan Ruohai, who was alarmed by the sound, seemed to know nothing. He frowned and looked at the soldiers responsible for killing the criminal prisoners and the masters of the inner court, and said in a cold voice: "What's going on!"

"I hide in the mansion, but I have never worried that something might happen." Fan Xian leaned comfortably on the cushion on the carriage. Although the meridians in his body were still in a mess, although he was worse than a useless man at this time. However, this did not affect his good mood. At least he had already left Kyoto. Seeing the more vivid scenery in Kyoto's Fourth Noble, he felt happy for no reason.

When he left Yan's Mansion, he didn't know what happened, nor did he know that Miss Shen had never forgotten the massacre of Shen's mansion in the Northern Qi Dynasty in the fifth year of Qingli, but he trusted Mr. Yan's ability. Both Yan's father and son were sophisticated in the Supervision Bureau, so how could he not even notice the abnormal movements in his house?

It was still Yanfu's powerful ability, and finally took an opportunity to send Fan Xian out of Kyoto. At this time, the carriage was walking on the dim morning light in the mountains and fields. The driver was an official in the Supervision Bureau, but he was not a familiar old member of Fan Xian. He was not an old man from Qi Nian's group. Since Yanfu was relieved to let this official take charge of the matter, he must have enough confidence in his loyalty.

"That's the dean, Hong Fu Qitian." The official of the inspector's office smiled and said, "Otherwise, the dean wouldn't have found such an opportunity to send you out of Kyoto."

The two deans, the first one is Fan Xian, and the second one is Yan Bingyun. After a moment of silence, the official suddenly spoke: "The dean wants me to ask you one last question, you promised him not to go to Northern Qi and not betray the court. Can you really do it?"

"This dead ice tumbler..." Fan Xian laughed and cursed with annoyance: "I'm naturally going to do it after saying it. I'm not a guy like the old lame guy who has no taboos."

"After you return to Beijing, please give this letter to Yan Bingyun and ask him to find a way to deliver it to His Majesty the Emperor's case." Fan Xian said after pondering for a moment, and handed over a thin letter.
To be continued...