"Who's Fei T?"
"Who else in the Council is named Fei?"
"Sir, are you talking about Old Fei?"
"I'm talking about that old freak." Fan Xian had finished everything. He called for someone to bring in a basin of warm water. He carefully washed his hands and pulled off a piece of fur to dry them. Then he said to Yan Bingyun, "You've been tortured for too long. Your heart has been injured, and your martial arts training has been greatly damaged."
After saying this, he carefully observed Yan Bingyun's expression. He found that Yan Bingyun's face was calm, as if he hadn't heard anything. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration. He had made up his mind to take this seemingly cold, but actually extremely arrogant young man into his fold.
"After you return home, take good care of yourself. It's not like you can't be cured. If your nails are pulled out, they'll grow back. If your bones are dislocated, I'll have the bald man from the Seventh Bureau break them again. I'll treat you again. I can't let you become an old cripple like Chen Pingping."
Fan Xian joked, but Yan Bingyun felt a bit strange. The entire Overwatch Council had spies all over the world, and not a single one of them dared to call Director Chen an old cripple in front of others.
Yan Bingyun slowly narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see the truth behind this matter. For example … why was Fan Xian already the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council at such a young age? Right at this moment, a burning sensation rose from his chest and abdomen. Even though his temperament was incomparably firm, he was still shaken by this sudden pain and the corner of his eyebrows twitched a little.
"It's nothing. It's just a method to force out the poison. Because I don't know what poison is in your body, the medicine I used was a bit too strong. But with me watching, you won't die." Fan Xian didn't care, and helped him put on his clothes. “
Sweat beaded on Yan Bingyun's forehead. It was obvious he was in great pain. In a low voice, he said, "Damn, this is worse than being poisoned. What kind of antidote is this?"
Fan Xian was overjoyed. He clapped his hands and praised, "Brother Yan, you're finally willing to curse. That's right. Who are you always putting on that cold face for? You can act cool in front of the Northern Qi Brocade Guards, but don't do it in front of me. I've seen it since I was little. "
What he had seen since he was little was naturally that cool Uncle Zhu.
"Who did you learn this antidote from? I don't trust you. "Yan Bingyun asked coldly as he felt the area of his body that was smeared with ointment start to burn.
"As I said earlier." Fan Xian looked at him with a smile.
A strange light flashed in Yan Bingyun's eyes. Forgetting all the pain inside and outside of his body, he hissed, "You are Fei Jie's disciple?" His voice was full of surprise. "Fei Jie doesn't have a disciple like you."
"You even boasted that you knew everything about me before I was twelve." Fan Xian began to tidy up the bottles by the bed. "You don't even know who my teacher is," he said mockingly.
Yan Bingyun looked at him and did not speak for a long time. Fan Xian looked back at him innocently. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the worms all over Master Yan's body. "I say, Brother Yan," he said quietly, "why do I feel like you look at me with anger?"
This was a thorn in Fan Xian's heart. Since he wanted to subdue Yan Bingyun, he had to know why he had such strong feelings of resistance toward him. Otherwise, his days in the future would be difficult.
There was a long silence. Yan Bingyun still did not seem to want to talk about this topic. But for some reason, as the burning pain inside and outside of his body gradually faded, the head of the Overwatch Council in the north began to feel dizzy. Looking at Fan Xian's beautiful face, he felt an inexplicable hatred. He thought of the exciting life he had led in the Northern Qi court these years, and his words seemed to escape from his dry lips.
"Commissioner, I don't know if you still remember that there was a murder case in Danzhou five years ago. It has never been solved."
Fan Xian's hand, which was in the middle of closing the box, did not stop. He was slightly surprised. Of course he remembered that murder case. It was the first time Fan Xian had killed someone in his two lives. Even now, the cold chestnut that had burst out of the assassin's throat seemed to be stimulating Fan Xian's palm.
"I know what you're talking about." Fan Xian frowned. "What does this have to do with you and me?"
Yan Bingyun smiled strangely. "That assassin was under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Bureau. It was because of this that I was chased north to be a rat."
"So you hate me?" Fan Xian sank into silence. After a while, he suddenly laughed with extreme pleasure. "I thought you should thank me."
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…
"Why?" Yan Bingyun's dizziness faded a little. After a moment of surprise, he returned to his cold demeanor.
Fan Xian stared into his eyes and enunciated each word clearly. "Because I can see that you were born to be a spy. You like this kind of life. I think these four years of hiding in Northern Qi, nervous and uneasy day and night, have been a very exciting and fulfilling life for you."
Yan Bingyun said, "If you like it, sir, you can try it."
Fan Xian smiled and picked up the medicine box. Like a doctor, he walked out of the side room and closed the door behind him. He gave a barely noticeable shrug and scraped the drug out of his fingernails into the corner of the box. He warned himself in his heart that he would only use the drug on one of his own people once. There would be no next time. Yan Bingyun was indeed powerful. Under the effects of chloroform, he was able to wake up immediately. If he knew that Fan Xian had used this trick, it would be difficult for the two of them to get along.
Hearing this story from Yan Bingyun made Fan Xian feel touched. At the same time, he knew the real reason why Yan Bingyun disliked him. Fan Xian felt very comforted.
He did not think that he and Yan Bingyun had such a strange history. Five years ago, because of the attempted murder in Danzhou, Yan Bingyun was chased to the north and became the head spy of the Overwatch Council in Northern Qi. Five years later, it was Fan Xian who had come to bring him back. Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile. In this world, who knew when it would come back to haunt him?
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"Sir, Boss Sheng is here with wine," a subordinate reported.
Fan Xian waved his hand. "Take it. I don't want to see him." The subordinate acknowledged and went out. Fan Xian frowned. He had just lectured Master Cui, and now there was a letter from Xinyang. That Eldest Princess was really hot on his heels. As he was thinking this, Wang Qinian came in from outside. He held a letter in his hand. "A letter from Sheng Huairen."
Fan Xian tore open the seal and read it carefully. A look of worry appeared on his face. "What are these people playing at?" He raised his eyebrows and went into the backyard.
Yan Bingyun was very alert. When Fan Xian opened the door, his hand had already touched the knife at his side.
"Relax a little." Fan Xian looked at him, whose eyes were still closed. "No one will try to assassinate you here."
Yan Bingyun slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fan Xian's face. A cold look flashed through his eyes. "What medicine did you give me? Why do I feel dizzy? "
"I used some medicine to calm the mind," Fan Xian explained calmly. Fan Xian calmly explained, "Your spirit has been greatly depleted. If you want to recover as soon as possible, then you need a good night's sleep. I just didn't expect that your body's muscles would be able to resist the medicine. It's not very useful. What a pity."
These light words covered up the earlier matter of the knockout drug. Fan Xian's delicate and untainted face was indeed the best disguise for crafty plots and conspiracies.
Yan Bingyun knew that Fan Xian had entered the room because he had something to ask. His gaze fell on Fan Xian's hand. He frowned. "Sir Fan, what is it?"
Fan Xian shook the letter in his hand and smiled. "A letter from the Eldest Princess."
Yan Bingyun was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. "What does this have to do with me?"
"Before you return to the capital, you are still the commander of the Overwatch Council's spies in Northern Qi." Fan Xian smiled. "So when the court wants to do something, I have to ask for your opinion."
"Please speak, sir." Yan Bingyun didn't change his expression.
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…
After Fan Xian had explained the contents of the two consecutive letters from Xinyang, Yan Bingyun furrowed his brows. There were a few strands of silver between his brows. He appeared weak. In a quiet voice, he asked, "Why does the Eldest Princess care about these things?"
"I only came to ask for your opinion. Should the Council intervene in this matter?" Fan Xian said.
Yan Bingyun shook his head. "The Council wants Xiao En dead, but the Eldest Princess wants us to cooperate with Shang Shanhu to rescue Xiao En. These are two opposing goals. How can we cooperate?"
Fan Xian sat down and looked at Yan Bingyun's cold face. "Let's not discuss this for now. I need to know from your mouth what the current situation in Northern Qi is like."
Yan Bingyun looked at him and held up three fingers. "Three sides. One side is the Empress Dowager, one side is the Emperor, and one side is Shang Shanhu … but since Shang Shanhu has been moved back to Shangjing, his power has been greatly damaged. He must choose between the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. "
It was a simple and crude statement, but it was a confident judgment. Fan Xian silently signaled for him to continue. Yan Bingyun continued. "According to what you say, if Xiao En is Shang Shanhu's adoptive father, and Imperial Advisor Ku He wants Xiao En dead, then in the end, Shang Shanhu will definitely side with the Emperor."
"Why?"
"Because the Empress Dowager will certainly listen to Ku He."
Fan Xian unconsciously raised his eyebrows. "The Empress Dowager is indeed quite young … but does Imperial Advisor Ku He still have such thoughts?"
Yan Bingyun was stunned. It took him a moment to realize that this young man, who was beautiful on the outside but extremely wretched on the inside, had misunderstood his meaning. He looked at Fan Xian with disdain. "Things are not what you think."
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