Deputy Lin Jing and Lin Wen, the official stationed in Shangjing, who had been feeling uneasy all this time, saw that Fan Xian had returned and let out a sigh of relief. They slid along the wall to the front of the crowd and explained, "I don't know who leaked part of the agreement between the two countries. The people of Shangjing knew that Northern Qi was going to cede land, and they were furious. Although the common people didn't dare do anything, the young nobles came looking for us. They said they wanted to challenge us southerners to a duel, to wipe away the shame of the battlefield."
Fan Xian was startled. The Northern Qi court would certainly not announce the agreement of exchanging captives and ceding territory to the world. Who would expose this matter? It seemed that the young emperor in the palace was not having an easy time. But he had no time to worry about his "number one fan". He looked at the knives on the ground with a headache. "You deal with this yourself. I'm going to the Ministry of Rites yamen in a bit."
Although there were related subordinates working on the exchange of prisoners, the painting world, and the exchanging of credentials, Fan Xian insisted on dealing with Yan Bingyun himself.
"Sir, you can't leave." The two brothers, Lin Wen and Lin Jing, were typical civil officials. The Tiger Guards, who were the strongest in the diplomatic mission, were naturally at Fan Xian's side. The Overwatch Council experts, who used various identities to disguise themselves, only listened to Fan Xian's orders. So the two brothers, who were in the heart of an enemy country, had long been frightened to see the knives flying in front of the courtyard. Hearing that Fan Xian was going to leave, they were afraid that the young nobles of Northern Qi would cause trouble again.
Fan Xian furrowed his brows and looked at the two of them with disgust. "As an official of the Kingdom of Qing, it is best for you to remain calm. Do not lose face for the court. As for those troublemakers, the Northern Qi court has arranged for guards to block them. Would they dare let those people into the courtyard?"
"The point is..." Lin Jing was the more familiar with Fan Xian between the two brothers, and he didn't care that Fan Xian's expression was off. "Those people are looking for you, Sir Fan. If you avoid them, I'm afraid that the northerners will think that the Kingdom of Qing is weak. "
Fan Xian laughed and scolded him. "Even if they come to make trouble for me, they will probably be scholars. Master Lin, you were the third ranker. A few words will be enough."
Suddenly, he noticed that not far behind him, the royal guards responsible for guarding the diplomatic mission had a strange expression on their faces. Behind him, the Tiger Guard Gao Da had already gripped the hilt of the long sword on his back coldly.
Fan Xian turned around and saw that there was another group of people at the entrance of the diplomatic mission. At the head of the group was a young nobleman who was looking up at the sky. Since Fan Xian had given the signal, naturally, no one went to stop him. So, the young man walked directly in front of Fan Xian and threw a punch.
His fists were fat and powerless, extremely loathsome.
Fan Xian unceremoniously slapped him back. The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body was one of the most unique in the world, and under Wu Zhu's education, his ability to judge the right timing was even better. This palm strike was like a blade that tore through the air and fiercely slapped onto the fist.
Although Fan Xian appeared to be a yes-man in front of Haitang, not even daring to fart when it came to fighting, that was because Haitang was too fierce. In terms of martial cultivation, Fan Xian's level could be considered outstanding among the younger generation of the world. But because of his opponent's young age, he did not intend to injure him this time.
The young man, who was probably only ten years old, fell on his butt and cried out in pain. He probably did not expect that this seemingly weak scholar would be able to push him down so easily. He looked at Fan Xian and cursed. "F * ck you, the southern barbarians have gone mad."
Fan Xian, who had been about to enter the courtyard, stopped.
He smiled and walked back, holding the young man's wrist in a friendly manner. Although the servants next to the young man were nervous at Fan Xian's actions, they saw that he was only supporting their young master. They thought that this young man was probably a follower of the Qing diplomatic mission, so they didn't take it to heart. Instead, they cursed at him.
The sound of joints cracking was heard, followed by a scream of pain, and countless angry shouts!
"If mother heard you say this, I'm afraid she would tear you apart," Fan Xian thought to himself. Fan Xian thought to himself. He let go of his hand and looked at the young man sitting on the ground, trying to determine his identity. To be able to make the Imperial Guards of Northern Qi not dare to stop him, it seemed that his family must be of high status.
A large group of people gathered around. They were obviously the young man's servants and companions. They saw their young master holding his broken wrist and crying. Only then did they realize that Fan Xian had broken the young master's wrist! They could not help but be angry. They all stood up, ready to teach Fan Xian a lesson.
Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, the imperial guards hurried over and separated the two sides, saying something to the people on the other side. Those people kept on cursing and swearing, saying things like 'southern barbarians' and so on. There was no end to it.
Fan Xian pulled Lin Jing over and asked, "Whose family is that brat?"
"The young master of Marquis Chang'an's family." Lin Wen was very familiar with the bureaucracy of Northern Qi's Shangjing, so he answered first.
Fan Xian was slightly surprised. Hearing the name "Marquis Chang'an" reminded him of Chang Ninghou, whom he had once competed with in drinking. "Is he also the Empress Dowager's brother? The one who was locked up at home to recuperate after last year's defeat? Chang Ninghou's brother? "
Lin Wen nodded. "Because of last year's defeat, Marquis Chang'an was stripped of his power. But this year the Empress Dowager decreed that he would be reinstated, and gradually regained his former arrogance. I suppose this young master saw that the people of Shangjing wanted to cause trouble at the diplomatic mission, so he took the opportunity to avenge me. "
"Foolish brat." Fan Xian shook his head. Without looking at the scene, he prepared to enter the manor where the diplomatic mission was located.
"You want to leave after beating someone up?" Someone shouted angrily from behind him. "You dare to beat up the young master of our manor? You must have eaten a leopard's gall."
Originally, the Commander of the Imperial Guards had the situation under control. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian didn't even say a word and wanted to enter the manor. It appeared extremely unreasonable. The Commander couldn't help but feel angry. He thought, The Qing Kingdom is too arrogant.
Fan Xian slowly turned around and looked at the people of Northern Qi. "Everyone, there are many pairs of eyes watching. Your young master ambushed me, and I didn't know he was a child, so I hit him a bit too hard. In a moment, someone will come to your manor to pay for the medical expenses. What are you arguing about?"
After beating someone up, he wanted to pay for the medical expenses. This was a typical playboy's way of doing things. The problem was that Fan Xian was the head envoy of the Kingdom of Qing, and the boy he had injured was a true playboy of Northern Qi.
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows. Lowering his voice, he spoke to the commander of the Imperial Army at the bottom of the steps. "Commander Wei, do you want to see the diplomatic mission and the people of Northern Qi fight each other? Another chaotic war between the two countries?"
Commander Wei felt a chill in his heart. Although he knew that things wouldn't develop that far, if he allowed Fan Xian to be beaten up by the crowd and caused a diplomatic incident, he would not be able to escape responsibility. He quickly went down to block the people of Marquis Wei manor outside. Fan Xian's figure flashed and he entered the courtyard, closing the door tightly behind him.
Now, everyone finally knew that the young man who had attacked the boy was the head envoy of the southern barbarians. Seeing Fan Xian hide inside, for a moment, the diplomatic mission was surrounded by curses. Obscenities shot out like arrows, and Fan Xian's ancestors were pitifully used as targets.
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Not long after, the courtyard door suddenly creaked as it was pushed open. The people causing trouble outside suddenly quieted down. When they saw that it was not the handsome young man who had come out, they shouted and rushed forward, demanding that the Qing diplomatic mission hand over Fan Xian.
The official who had come out was Wang Qinian. He smiled and bowed in all directions. Everyone was stunned. They put down the bricks in their hands and prepared to listen to what this man from the south had to say. After a moment, Wang Qinian waved his hand and softly said one word. "Fight."
From behind him, a dozen people rushed out like tigers, holding mops and sticks in their hands. They rushed into the crowd below. As soon as he said this, Commander Wei of the imperial guards knew that things were bad. He was about to go up and say something, but unexpectedly, Wang Qinian had already taken him by the arm with great familiarity. He said that if he had time in the future, he would ask Commander Wei to lead the way to various flower alleys to have some fun.
With this pull, Commander Wei could not give the order. The imperial guards were also dumbfounded. Their duty was to protect the safety of the Qing diplomatic mission. They did not expect that this diplomatic mission would be so strange as to rush out with sticks in their hands. Which side should they protect?
With this delay, the empty space in front of the diplomatic mission began to fill with howls like pigs being slaughtered. Sticks danced in the air, and evil slaves wept on the ground. It was a very lively scene.
Commander Wei said angrily, "Sir Wang, are you trying to make a big deal out of this?"
"Nonsense. Am I the one who wants to make a big deal out of this?" Wu Qinian said angrily, "You're already prepared to have a relationship beyond friendship with the Commissioner's mother, even though you're just a little kid who's still wet behind the ears. Let me ask you, on the first day of the diplomatic mission's arrival in Shangjing, why are so many people making trouble? What is the Northern Qi Kingdom trying to do?"
The one-sided beating continued. Although the dozen or so people who charged out did not carry knives or swords, other than the four Tiger Guards, the rest were all skilled fighters of the Overwatch Council. Beating the servants of these rich and powerful families was a very unskillful thing to do.
"Cursing the ancestors of the Fan family is fine." Fan Xian and Gao Da walked out of the courtyard. Seeing the scene in front of them, they thought to themselves, "Cursing my grandmother and my mother in Danzhou is absolutely not allowed."
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