The morning in Shangjing was bustling. Several groups of people had arrived at the entrance of the diplomatic mission. The Northern Qi officials and the Brocade Guard parted to make a path. They bowed respectfully to the girl who had "leisurely" approached. "Greetings, Miss Haitang."
Haitang's eyes were drowsy, as if she hadn't woken up yet. Her hands were still in the pockets of her flowery dress. She yawned and asked, "What are you all doing here?"
One of the officials hurried forward to report, "I have come by imperial edict to invite Sir Fan Xian into the palace, but Sir Fan's bodyguard refused to announce his arrival."
More officials from the Brocade Guard and Honglu Temple came forward to report their intentions. In short, they all wanted to see Fan Xian.
Haitang was slightly startled. She didn't seem to know that so many things had happened in Shangjing in the past two days. There was a trace of confusion in her eyes. "Why didn't you announce it?"
Tiger Guard Gao Da knew that although this girl looked like a country bumpkin, she was actually an important figure in Northern Qi. More importantly, during the days the diplomatic mission had been in Shangjing, his young master had often wandered the streets with this strange woman, so he didn't dare to slight her. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Sir Fan drank too much last night, so he is not feeling well. He is resting, and it would not be good to disturb him."
Haitang muttered to herself for a moment, then said quietly, "Let me take a look."
Having said this, she walked toward the front door of the diplomatic mission. These days, she had often come to the diplomatic mission to find Fan Xian, so the people of the diplomatic mission had long since become accustomed to her presence. Seeing her stride inside, Lin Wen, who was standing on the stone steps, couldn't help but feel a trace of panic flash through his eyes, but he didn't dare to stop her.
Gao Da, however, was wholeheartedly protective of his master. He frowned and gripped the cloth hilt of his long knife. He stood in front of Haitang and said in a low voice, "Miss … hmm!"
His last word turned into a muffled grunt!
Haitang didn't make a move. She just turned her body slightly. Her cloth shoes, which never seemed to leave the ground, made a rustling sound. For some reason, she was already behind Gao Da.
Gao Da's zhenqi, which had been accumulating for a long time, couldn't find an outlet. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes shone brightly.
Haitang smiled and turned to gently pat his shoulder. A strange expression flashed across her ordinary face. "Fan Xian and I are friends. I think he will be willing to see me now."
When her palm was about to land on Gao Da's shoulder, an extremely gentle and warm current flowed into him.
Gao Da slowly closed his eyes. His right hand exerted strength between his thumb and forefinger. The long saber by his side made a sharp sound as it fiercely stabbed into the stone floor beside his feet. The gravel was slightly scattered, and the tip of the saber was more than three inches into the ground!
In this exchange, although Gao Da was extremely skilled, he was still no match for Haitang's realm. Moreover, Haitang's identity was rather special, so he was actually unable to make a move and suffered a loss.
Gao Da knew that he could not stop Haitang, but he was unwilling to let the "young master" in the room face Haitang alone. Thus, with a dark expression, he turned and followed the swaying figure into the courtyard.
Behind them, the Northern Qi officials and Brocade Guards did not follow. As long as Haitang could confirm whether or not Fan Xian was in the room, it would be fine. There was no need for them to take the risk.
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"Good morning, Miss Haitang." Wang Qinian, holding a bowl of salt water and a miniature mace in his hand, appeared in the long corridor of the courtyard that Haitang had to pass through. This trusted aide of Fan Xian had seen Haitang a few times and could be considered to be familiar with her.
Haitang smiled slightly. She knew that he was here to stall for time, but she was not in a hurry. "What is that in Sir Wang's hand?"
Wang Qinian took out the "miniature mace" from his mouth and extended it in front of Haitang. He laughed and said, "My master invented the toothbrush."
"Toothbrush?" Haitang was slightly surprised. "Brushing your teeth?"
"Yes."
"Why not use willow branches?"
"Because this thing is easy to use. It's soft and the brush is exquisite," Wang Qinian said in an ingratiating manner. Only now did he realize that placing the toothbrush that had come into contact with his foul mouth in front of Haitang was a very disrespectful thing to do. He quickly took it back and repeatedly apologized.
Haitang smiled bitterly, shook her head, and walked inside. Wang Qinian tossed the bowl and the utensils to his subordinate and eagerly followed. He was almost forty years old, and he ran faster than a rabbit. As he walked, he chatted with Haitang. He also said that Fan Xian had drunk too much yesterday and was probably still resting. How about she come back later?
Actually, everyone knew that Haitang's sudden appearance in the diplomatic mission this early in the morning could not have been a coincidence. She had to see Fan Xian.
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In the distance of the corridor, a figure dressed in white was looking at the two of them. Haitang was moved. She turned her head, and a chill filled her eyes. "So it is the great scholar Yun."
Yan Bingyun could see that this last disciple of Ku He was not in a good mood. Although he had been released by the Brocade Guard, he had always carefully hidden himself in the back of the residence, not wanting to provoke the officials and people of Northern Qi. Before he had been imprisoned, Haitang had returned to the palace, and he had met her as the great scholar Yun. Meeting Haitang today made him feel a little awkward, and he silently retreated.
Looking at the tightly shut wooden door in front of her, Haitang frowned and reached out to push it open.
She was a young woman, and although everyone knew that she had some friendship with Fan Xian, pushing open the door like this was not very polite. Wang Qinian jumped in fright and tried to block the door. But while his qinggong was excellent, there was a huge gap between him and this woman. A gust of wind blew past, and the wooden door creaked open.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from Wang Qinian's forehead. He didn't know if he would make it in time.
Haitang looked calmly at the large bed in the room. Suddenly, she said, "Sir Wang, you may leave."
Wang Qinian did not move.
A tired, cold voice came from the room. "Wang Qinian, you may leave."
Wang Qinian took a deep breath, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes. He immediately calmed down and bowed. "Yes, Sir Fan."
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Haitang walked in with light steps, and the wooden door closed behind her. She did not seem surprised, nor was she in a hurry. She took a teapot from the table, poured some cold tea into a cup, and sipped it lightly. Then she sat down on a round stool next to the bed.
On the bed, under the brocade quilt, Fan Xian's face was pale, and his eyes were smiling. He looked at the village girl sitting by his bed with great interest. After a moment, he said, "Are you going to keep looking like this?"
Haitang covered her mouth with her hand and yawned. "If it weren't for the empress dowager asking me to take a look, do you think I would be happy to come early in the morning and see your ugly state?"
Fan Xian smiled and said, "As for my appearance, although I don't like it very much, I know it has nothing to do with the word ugly." He lowered his head to glance at it and then said, "I believe that she is not ugly."
Under the quilt, Fan Xian's robe was pulled open, and in his naked chest was a beautiful woman with long hair like a black waterfall.
"Drinking with women for a day and a night." Haitang didn't seem to see the woman in his arms and yawned again. "She's not very beautiful."
"Are you going to keep looking like this?"
"It seems to me that Sir Fan has no intention of stopping me from looking," Haitang said with a smile.
In the end, it was Fan Xian who became embarrassed. "Excuse me for a moment, so that the woman in my arms can put on her clothes." He calmly said, "You don't have to give me face, but you have to give the woman face. Women, why make things difficult for women?"
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After the courtesan finished packing, she looked back at Fan Xian with reluctance. The slight resentment, shyness, and charm in her eyes made Fan Xian praise her acting skills. The courtesan bowed to Haitang with a trace of reverence, then pulled up the hem of her dress and walked out of the room, leaving Haitang and Fan Xian alone.
Fan Xian was still lying on the bed, his hands behind his head. He didn't care that Haitang had seen his naked upper body.
Haitang was a clever person. She didn't pretend to be shy, nor did she scold him. She acted as if the young man on the bed was a block of wood. She directly said, "Do you know what happened in Shangjing these past two days?"
Fan Xian was startled, but after a moment he laughed. "Forget it. I can't be bothered to waste words with you. Since I'm in Shangjing, how can I not know? Shang Shanhu lost a group of subordinates this time, and Xiao En was killed by you. I'm sure your teacher will be very happy. Congratulations, Miss. "
Haitang looked at him calmly, and the pressure in her eyes grew stronger and stronger. But Fan Xian didn't seem to feel it at all. He still smiled. "Yes, I knew this would happen, so in order to avoid suspicion, I had to lock myself up in the diplomatic mission for two days. I'm sure you understand."
Haitang didn't know whether he was telling the truth or not, but earlier in the courtyard, she had given Fan Xian enough time by taking advantage of Wang Qinian's delay. No one knew why Haitang was willing to do this.
Since Fan Xian was in the diplomatic mission, Haitang knew she wouldn't be able to get any more information out of him. This young southern official in front of her, who looked like a beautiful young official, was actually a watertight person. Naturally, she wouldn't be able to catch any clues.
She stood up and put her hands in her large pockets. Suddenly, she looked at Fan Xian's naked upper body with interest. Fan Xian stealthily circulated his Tyrannical zhenqi, and his beautiful face blushed.
"Why are you blushing?" Haitang asked with a smile.
"You're glowing." Fan Xian suddenly felt an indescribable danger approaching. A day and two nights of mental exhaustion caused his face to immediately turn deathly white.
"Why are you white again?"
Fan Xian took a deep breath and smiled. "The night of spring is bitter."
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