The Baoyue Brothel was not as simple as it seemed. Looking at the well-hidden eavesdropping equipment, Fan Xian could tell that the owner of this brothel was not only counting on the fact that the sex trade could earn him money, but they were also collecting secrets that the nobles and officials of the capital would never reveal to the public. If Fan Xian had not been so attentive, it would have been difficult for him to notice the strangeness of the armrest next to the toilet bowl.
Sang Wen looked at him with a strange expression. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth and knelt before Fan Xian.
Fan Xian smiled warmly and did not stop her. He had already checked to make sure no one could eavesdrop on their conversation. As for why Sang Wen knelt, he could guess, but he would not say it. He sat down on a chair and pulled out a blanket to cover Yan'er, who was still unconscious. He lowered his head and said, "I ask, and you answer."
Sang Wen understood, and with a hopeful expression, she stood up from the ground. She carefully stood in front of Fan Xian, but she looked behind him. Fan Xian shook his head. He did not want to spend any more time explaining, but he wanted to reassure her, so he said, "She won't wake up anytime soon, and there is no way she could eavesdrop. Don't worry."
Only then did Sang Wen nod.
Fan Xian did not ask whether or not Tian Chang Room had collapsed, or what the Baoyue Brothel had done to get her there. These were useless questions. Instead, he asked, "Do you have a contract with the Baoyue Brothel?"
Sang Wen was happy. She knew Fan Xian wanted to help her escape, and so she quickly said, "Yes, but they forced …"
Without waiting for her to finish, Fan Xian continued to ask, "You were sent to serve me today. What did the brothel tell you?" With Sang Wen's status, Fan Xian, who was pretending to be Mister Chen, had no right to make her sing.
Sang Wen trusted Fan Xian completely, because in her opinion, only the most popular Commissioner of the Overwatch Council in the capital could help her escape from this mysterious brothel. Only he could avenge the Tian Chang Room, which had been destroyed. Without hesitation, she said, "I overheard that the brothel suspected you were an ace from the Ministry of Justice's 13 yamens, and that you were here to investigate the murder case a few days ago. So, they sent Yan'er, the red card."
Fan Xian laughed at himself, thinking that he was in disguise, and yet the Baoyue Brothel had somehow managed to smell him. It was just that they had guessed in the wrong direction. Sang Wen looked at his expression and explained, "The attendant beside you has the aura of an official. That aura is very frightening."
He was naturally referring to Deng Zi Yue.
Fan Xian waved his hand and changed the subject. "I want to know. Can you guess who the true owner of this Baoyue Brothel is?" He used the word "guess" because there were people within the Overwatch Council helping to conceal the truth. Sang Wen could not possibly know the true owner of the brothel, but she often stayed in the brothel, so there should be some clues.
Although Sang Wen wasn't sure why the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council would be interested in this, she tried her best to remember. She said uncertainly, "It should have something to do with Shangshu Alley. Every time the owner of the Bao Yue house came, he was very secretive, but the carriage he used was rarely changed. Although there was no family emblem on the carriage, over the past month or two, the roof of the carriage has seen the fallen leaves of a large locust tree. This tree is native to the Northern Qi Kingdom, and in the entire capital, there is only one row of them on either side of Shangshu Alley. So, I am certain that the carriage came from Shangshu Alley. "
Fan Xian looked at her, and Sang Wen understood. She immediately explained, "When I was young, I lived in Shangshu Alley for many years, so I know about this."
Fan Xian did not stop talking. "What is the surname of the lady in charge of this brothel?"
"Her surname should be Yuan."
The lady spoke quickly, quickly, and steadily. Fan Xian looked at her with admiration and said, "You are very meticulous. You can work in my courtyard now."
The people who lived in Minister Alley were not ministers, but a group of dukes who had been conferred titles since the founding of the country. They were of high status and power, but now that His Majesty was extremely strict with the country, these dukes were generally more peaceful.
As for the lady in charge of the brothel, Fan Xian gave a wry smile. He thought of Yuan Meng, who worked for Hongcheng.
Having received this piece of useful information, Fan Xian was very satisfied with the results of the night. That was why he was in the mood to chat with Sang Wen. From their conversation, he learned that the Bao Yue house was indeed very powerful. It had only opened in the early summer, but in such a short amount of time, it had wiped out all the other brothels in the capital that dared to compete with it. The methods used behind the scenes were very bloody; otherwise, Sang Wen would not have been forced to enter the brothel.
"In a few days, I will send someone to bail you out." Fan Xian was not being merciful, but he was a firm believer in the principle of equality. Furthermore, for this singer to end up in such a gloomy brothel, it was not a good feeling. Wan'er liked this woman, and in a few days, she would send someone with a name card to the Bao Yue house. She believed that the owner of the Bao Yue house would give her some face.
Sang Wen was overjoyed! In the Bao Yue house, she had always felt that she was in a precarious situation. She had seen with her own eyes a girl who had been kidnapped from another brothel being beaten to death by the thugs of the brothel. She had always been thinking of a way to escape. Although she had met Fan Xian once, and he had given her a word, she had never thought of looking for him. After all, the difference in status between the two of them was far too great. She did not expect that today, by chance, she would meet the immortal poet again and receive his promise. Considering Fan Xian's position in the court, this matter was set in stone. Thinking of this, Sang Wen felt a mixture of emotions.
She sobbed and knelt to the ground. Fan Xian had already accepted her kneel once, and he did not want to accept it a second time.
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…
At this moment, an angry roar came from outside the courtyard.
"I am going to kill you!"
Following the angry roar of a middle-aged man, the door was smashed to smithereens. A shadow broke through the wind, and its power was like thunder. The palm of the hand, which contained a great deal of power, came crashing down towards Fan Xian's chest!
"No!" Sang Wen was so shocked that she fell to the ground. She saw the face of the man, and she covered her face with her hands. She was shocked and worried.
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…
The wind from the palm was like a knife, flying towards his face. Fan Xian stood sideways. He did not straighten, nor did he turn his head. He only stretched out his normal right hand from his sleeve, and very casually extended it out.
His palm seemed slow, but it was an illusion brought about by an extremely strong stability. When his palm had already stretched out horizontally, the sneak attacker's Rushing Thunder Palm had just arrived.
A delicate and steady palm moved first, and then arrived later. It gently patted the callused, incomparably thick palm. It was only a light pat.
A light pat, but it made a loud bang!
The sneak attacker, who had come with the power of wind and thunder, came quickly, and flew even faster. He was sent flying by Fan Xian's seemingly casual palm, like a flying stone being thrown by a catapult.
The wooden door, which had already been smashed to pieces, was attacked again, and the martial artist's retreat did not stop. He crashed directly into the courtyard door, smashing the thick wooden door into pieces. He fell directly into the water, and made a big splash.
Fan Xian stood in the hall with his hands behind his back. He was strangely quiet, as if he had not made a move earlier.
Sang Wen looked at the scene in front of her, and she let out an unexpected cry of surprise. She looked at Fan Xian with eyes full of shock. My God! How could such a gentle and amiable Lord possess such vigorous and overbearing True Qi!?
But she did not have time to reflect on Fan Xian's palm. She lifted her dress, and with tears on her face, she rushed to the side of the lake. She did not know if the person who had been hit by Fan Xian's palm was dead or alive.
Fan Xian's hands, which were behind his back, were stained with grass and mud. He knew that the person had been hiding on the grass outside the courtyard. He frowned slightly and said, "People like the King of Knives are really reckless people."
Since Sang Wen had a reputation in the capital, there were naturally some people who were devoted to protecting her. Although these jianghu people could not defeat the Baoyue Brothel, they still had to do their best to protect Sang Wen from being tainted. The warrior from before must have been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time. After the song ended, he did not see Sang Wen leave the hospital. He was anxious, and because he could not see clearly through the window, he mistakenly thought that Fan Xian was trying to take advantage of her. That was why he could not help but protect her.
Fan Xian knew that he couldn't hide this situation from anyone. He laughed at himself and walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back. Deng Zi Yue was already standing guard at his side with a murderous look on his face, but Shi Chanli was probably still drunk. He turned to look at the second leader of the Qinian Unit, whom he had personally chosen, and nodded with satisfaction.
Not only was he pleased with Deng Zi Yue's reaction speed, but he was even more pleased with the palm he had just used.
It was only after that palm strike that he realized that his journey from Danzhou to the capital, from Cang Mountain to Northern Qi, and from the many encounters he had had on his way to Northern Qi had been a rare opportunity. The pressure of the journey, the fight with Xiao En, the fight on the cliffs of Swallow Mountain outside Shangjing, and the seemingly casual but meaningful interaction with Haitang had finally allowed the nameless martial formula he had been practicing to gradually harmonize with his meridians, which were different from those of the common people. His martial arts training had reached a very stable and frightening level.
If it had been before, he feared that this palm strike would have shattered his opponent's right arm, but it would not have been so powerful. Thinking of this, Fan Xian could not help but feel grateful to Xiao En, who was already dead, and to Haitang. Of course, he was most grateful to the old cripple for creating such a good opportunity for him.
Uncle Wu Zhu did not need to thank him; he was one of us.
The ripples on the surface of the lake had not yet subsided, and it was unknown whether the man was dead or alive. Because of the darkness of the night, even with the light from the lakeside, it was impossible to see the color of blood in the lake.
In a very short period of time, the Bao Yue brothel reacted. Once again, sounds of joy could be heard from the various courtyards, and the man in the lake was scooped up with a net.
The fighters of Bao Yue brothel gathered by the lakeside, and a middle-aged woman, who walked with the wind, greeted Fan Xian with a look of fear. She apologized profusely, saying, "I did not protect you well enough. I have frightened you, Mister Chen. I deserve to die."
His face was filled with fear and his words were filled with death. However, his eyes were filled with a probing and cold expression.
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