The first and only time Fan Xian saw Ye Liuyun was when he was 12 years old.
That year, he lay on the precipice with a strange light in his eyes. He gazed at the half of a lonely boat below the precipice, the tens of thousands of holes in the sand, the two exceptional people, and the battle between powerful warriors that disappeared with a touch.
One was the Great Grandmaster of the Qing Kingdom, Ye Liuyun, and the other was his uncle.
The 12-year-old Fan Xian had just completed his Tyrannical Scroll, so his insight could not be considered exceptional. Thus, he only sighed in admiration at the power of the battle and did not stop to understand its essence. On the contrary, it was during these years that he would occasionally think back to that time and scene. Only then would he gradually find something beautiful, shocking, and learnable from his memories.
The more he thought back, the more he admired Uncle Wu Zhu and Ye Liuyun's exceptional methods. Sometimes, he would even feel that the figure of Ye Liuyun riding the half of a lonely boat across the ocean still floated in his mind and that ancient song still echoed in his ears.
He had never thought that this Great Grandmaster of the Qing Kingdom, a figure revered by tens of thousands of people, would be at the top of a brothel and become the person he had to face.
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Fan Xian was the person most afraid of death in this world, so he had once made a full understanding and analysis of the enemies he could face alone.
He calculated and weighed his own strength and background. In this world, the person he feared the most should be Dongyi's Sigu Jian. The most unfathomable should be Northern Qi's Ku He. The most troublesome were, of course, the people in the Royal Palace.
Although Sigu Jian was an idiot and could kill him without a care, everyone knew that idiots did not like to go out to unfamiliar places.
The unfathomable Ascetic Master Ku He, who liked to eat human flesh, was finally beaten down to the mundane world after his beloved Uncle Wu Zhu personally acted. A person who could be injured was not that scary.
As for the people in the Qing Royal Palace, they were all related, so he temporarily did not have to consider them.
The people Fan Xian truly feared were all Great Grandmaster level figures. From this, it could be seen that this person was either overly confident or somewhat arrogant. Speaking of which, given his strength and the blind uncle, he truly only had to consider these people.
Of the four Great Grandmasters, only Fan Xian was not worried about Ye Liuyun.
On one hand, the memories of his youth were too deep. He always felt that this ancestor of the Ye family was quite a beautiful person who traveled the world all year round. He was a real person with a bright and cheerful temperament. He should not be involved in the boring struggles of the world.
Secondly, the situation of the Ye family in Jingdou made Fan Xian's sharp eyes see clearly that Ye Liuyun was a man of affection. Otherwise, the Emperor would not have been able to maintain the balance between the two sides. The Yin fire of the Hanging Temple had burned the Ye family to the ground. Despite such a despicable method, Ye Liuyun was able to endure and not return to the capital. Naturally, the happiness and safety of the Ye family and the continuation of the Ye family were more important than anything else.
If Ye Liuyun continued to stay in Jingdou and affect the balance of power, the Emperor would not actually do anything to the Ye family. This was something that could not be announced, but it was a natural tacit understanding between the imperial power and Ye Liuyun's extraordinary martial power.
Thus, Fan Xian could not understand why Ye Liuyun would make a move because of the Junshang Conference and would so decisively come in front of him and use his life to threaten him.
If this was not stupid, then what was? Even if the Black Knights were to retreat this time, did the Emperor not know of the connection between the Ye family and the Junshang Conference? Wasn't this balance still broken?
If he came, then so be it. Fan Xian had accurately calculated this Great Grandmaster's weakness, which was why he dared to be so mocking and so "rebellious" in his dark and sour tone.
If you were Ye Liuyun, how would you dare to kill me?
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Fan Xian stared at the pair of eyes that were as calm as autumn water under the straw hat. It was as if he wanted to see the true purpose of this Great Grandmaster's sudden visit to Suzhou. In the depths of his heart, he had even prepared himself if Ye Liuyun immediately asked, "Why wouldn't I dare to kill you?"
He would immediately and coldly throw out the killing weapon he used to roam the jianghu as an explanation.
If you kill me, Uncle Wu Zhu will naturally kill everyone in the Ye family. This was a simple truth. Ye Liuyun would definitely believe it and would not accept it.
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"So … back then, you hid on the cliff and peeked."
Unexpectedly, Ye Liuyun did not continue Fan Xian's words. He only slowly put the sword in his hand back into its sheath. Looking at his handsome face, he sighed.
Fan Xian's heart jumped, but there was no expression on his face. He remained calm.
"You don't understand?" Ye Liuyun asked.
Fan Xian truly didn't understand, so he nodded. The viciousness and confidence he had purposely pretended earlier immediately weakened a little.
Ye Liuyun smiled slightly and said, "If you weren't on that cliff, how could you have read those two lines? How could you have known that I was you? How could you have known that I knew you were him? How could you have known that I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
It was very complicated. It sounded very complicated, so Fan Xian truly felt a bit dizzy. Fortunately, his enlightenment was a dozen years earlier than normal people. He had lived two lives, so his basic knowledge of logic was much more solid than others. He circled it around in his head a few times and finally understood Ye Liuyun's words.
What Ye Liuyun wanted to express was very simple. In this world, at least now, at least in Jiangnan, there were not many people who knew him.
This meaning made Fan Xian feel incomparably shocked. Were there really not many people who knew the Great Grandmaster of Qing Kingdom?
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He unconsciously let go of the paper fan he held tightly in his hand. A glimmer of mockery rose to the corners of his lips. "Don't think that you can pretend to be my uncle by pretending to be cool. Don't think that you can pretend to be Ku He's bald head by wearing a straw hat. Don't think that you can make others believe you are Sigu Jian by carrying a broken sword."
"You are Ye Liuyun. Regardless of whether or not I recognize you, in the end, you are Ye Liuyun."
Sigu Jian's movements were the most important thing the Overwatch Council monitored. It was impossible for Ye Liuyun to pretend to be him. This was something Fan Xian did not understand. Did Ye Liuyun really want to shed all pretense of cordiality with the Emperor by doing this?
He mockingly said, "Although Sigu Jian is indeed a bit of an idiot and has been made the scapegoat countless times by the Qing Kingdom, your act is not very particular."
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"Who I am is not important." Ye Liuyun looked at Fan Xian coldly. "I am only here to remind you that too many people have died in Jiangnan when you went down there."
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at one of the four most powerful people in the world without shrinking back. Slowly, he said, "What goal in this world can be reached without people dying?"
"What goal do you want to reach?"
"I am an official … my responsibility is to protect the Emperor's interests and not let them be harmed in the slightest." A strange light flashed through Fan Xian's eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "Other than this, I have no other thoughts."
"Even if you die?"
"No, I won't die."
Ye Liuyun fell silent. A moment later, he said, "Your … mother didn't seem to be this kind of person back then."
Fan Xian was not surprised that the man would mention his mother, but his face was as cold as frost. "Don't use my mother to pressure me," he said coldly. "And speaking of killing, I'm sure you remember that my mother was no worse than me."
"I am talking about innate talent and nature." Ye Liuyun's voice suddenly sank. "How can a person who likes to kill hold great power?"
The atmosphere in the building, which had slightly eased because of the reminiscing of the past, immediately became icy cold and tense again.
"When you were in Jingdou, there were those pitiful people who put in so much effort to worry about you. I won't talk about that for now." Ye Liuyun sat straight by the table. His entire person was as stubborn and unyielding as the pine tree on Dong Mountain. "You went to Jiangnan. Many things happened in Jiangnan. How many people died because of your skillful hands?"
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. He was incomparably angry. Lowering his voice, he said, "Could it be that if I didn't go to Jiangnan, the people in Jiangnan wouldn't have died? The bastards in the palace treasury would no longer be bastards, and the rotten rats in the Ming family would become rats? "
He smiled disdainfully and said, "Old man, earlier you said not to use my mother's name to pressure me. Now I will add another sentence. The name of righteousness has no effect on me."
Ye Liuyun's expression did not change. It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. He only quietly said, "In the matter of killing Yuan Meng, you knocked out all the serving girls and servants in the manor. It appeared to be somewhat gentle, but these unconscious people were all captured by the Suzhou government and killed to silence them."
He looked gently into Fan Xian's eyes and continued, "When you left, you should have guessed that under the pressure of the Overwatch Council, those innocent people could only die. If you don't kill the innocent, the innocent will die because of you. "
"I only need to bear the responsibility I should bear."
Fan Xian used the shameless words of a coach from his previous life lightly to reply, but a great shock surged in his heart.
Of course, it was not because those innocent people had died because of him, although this made his heart dim slightly. This great shock came from Ye Liuyun's words. His words seemed to faintly reveal that he clearly knew the details of him entering the manor to kill people.
Fan Xian stared into Ye Liuyun's eyes. He didn't know just how much this Great Grandmaster knew. If he knew that he had already learned the Sigu Sword, then it would be terrible. This was one of Fan Xian's secrets. Once the Emperor in Jingdou found out, the entire Overwatch Council would be trampled to the ground because of the Shadow and Hanging Temple matter.
The other party could completely use this to threaten him. Looking at Ye Liuyun's expression, it seemed that he did not know the details.
But, why did Ye Liuyun not mention anything else but the unimportant Yuan Meng?
A harsh light flashed through Fan Xian's eyes. He immediately recovered his calm and gave up on the thought of silencing him. Today's situation was different from the past. In the past, he was the knife, and the people were the meat. Today, he was the one struggling for his life on the chopping block. Wanting to kill the man in the bamboo hat in front of him while Uncle Wu Zhu was recovering from his injuries was an impossible task.
Thus, Fan Xian slammed the table and roared, "To accomplish great things, one must not bother with trifles! If we don't strike like lightning and let Jiangnan be like before, how many people will the Ming family kill? How many more people will those pirates kill? Will you fill in the hole in the national treasury for me? "
Without waiting for Ye Liuyun to reply, the tip of his disdainful finger stretched out again. Very boldly and rudely, he pointed at Ye Liuyun's nose and scolded, "And that Junshang Conference? Are they cleaner than me? What kind of person are you? How can you lower yourself to do things for them? You are a Great Grandmaster of the court. If you don't stand on my side, what right do you have to stand on that side? "
The last sentence cleverly turned and went straight for the heart.
Ye Liuyun furrowed his brows slightly and slowly said, "The Junshang Conference is not what you think it is."
"Of course, I understand. You are a Great Grandmaster high above, but in the end, you are still a person. You need to enjoy. Walk the world? Wandering the world is happy, but if you are exposed to the sun and rain, where is the feeling of being at ease? Every time you go to a province or a land, if there is someone who responds, serves, and worships you … naturally, you are happy. To be able to use the entire world to worship you, other than that Junshang Conference, who else can do it? "
Ye Liuyun looked at him with a slight smile. It was as if he had not thought that this young man would be able to so easily see through his connection to the Junshang Conference.
The matter had always been this simple. Ku He was worshipped by Northern Qi, Sigu Jian was worshipped by Dongyi, and the person in the Royal Palace was worshipped by the Qing Kingdom. But what about Ye Liuyun? Walking the world without returning home, blowing in the wind on the ocean, caressing the pines on Dong Mountain, crossing rivers and lakes, all of these things needed someone to take care of and take care of.
Even a Great Grandmaster had to eat and live in an inn, particularly someone of his status. Certainly, he did not like all the conventional flattery. Would he be willing to live in a secluded garden and interact with some lonely guests hidden in the wilderness?
The garden required money. Entering the mountains to visit friends also required travel expenses. Traveling around the world was actually the most extravagant kind of life.
You couldn't have a Great Grandmaster become a bandit and road tyrant.
Fan Xian had not finished speaking when he smiled coldly and said, "But, the relationship between your filial son and the Junshang Conference is not so simple … if you want to fish people out from under my hands, it is not so simple. The Junshang Conference is protecting these womanly hands for you. Are you planning to use these hands to hold up the sky for the Junshang Conference? "
As he spoke, his gaze, intentionally or not, landed on Ye Liuyun's hands on the side of the table.
Those hands were like white jade without a single wrinkle. They were not at all like the hands of an old man. Rather, they were like the hands of a girl who had never seen the sun and only knew how to embroider flowers and birds in her boudoir.
This was the sign of Ye Liuyun abandoning his sword and mastery of sanshou many years ago when Ye Qingmei pushed Wu Zhu into Qing Kingdom's Jingdou. After the first battle between Wu Zhu and Ye Liuyun, it had not changed at all in all these years.
Ye Liuyun listened to Fan Xian describe his hands as womanly. His eyes, which were as calm as autumn water, gradually began to boil.
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The key to negotiation was to grasp the other party's emotions, even if the other party was a high and mighty Great Grandmaster. Thus, when Fan Xian discovered that the true anger in Ye Liuyun's heart was about to explode, he immediately changed the topic and slowly said, "There should still be some time before the Black Knights act. If you truly care about your filial son and grandson in the garden … shouldn't you give Mr. Zhou to me?"
Ye Liuyun gazed at him with a not-quite-there smile. It was as if he was mocking him or looking at an ignorant child. "At this time, you are willing to accept my conditions?"
Fan Xian lowered his eyelids slightly, but his heart gave a thump. He had originally thought that since Ye Liuyun was not afraid of the hardship of sneaking the Junshang Conference account master to Baoyue Brothel, he had the intention of using Mr. Zhou to exchange for the Ye family descendant in the Junshang Conference.
Did the other party not have this intention at all?
"I have never accepted … any conditions under coercion."
He raised his head and looked with great sincerity at Ye Liuyun's simple face with his calm eyes. "But, this does not mean that I am not willing to come to some kind of agreement with an elder worthy of respect."
Hearing this, Ye Liuyun was finally moved. He sighed and said, "As expected, shameless …"
Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "You use martial power to coerce people, and I use human lives to coerce people. If we're talking about shamelessness, it's actually not too far off."
Ye Liuyun slowly stood up.
Fan Xian's heart froze, but his expression was calm. He once again opened the pitiful fan that was already wet and deformed and waved it randomly.
Ye Liuyun looked at the fan in his hand. A glimmer of a smile flashed through his eyes. He could see the true nervousness in the depths of this young man's heart.
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"Don't think that you understand everything and that you can control everything," Ye Liuyun said.
"Otherwise, one day, you will die a very pitiful death."
"Otherwise, there will come a day when you will die a pitiful death."
"You are a smart person, but don't be too smart."
"You are smart, but don't be too smart."
Ye Liuyun lectured.
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"You should know how to deal with the following matters." Ye Liuyun slowly lowered his head and allowed the bamboo hat to cover his simple face. Holding the long sword tied in rough cloth, he walked to the side of the railing and turned his hand to grab Mr. Zhou by the collar.
Fan Xian finally felt a glimmer of helplessness and bewilderment. If the great Ye Liuyun had not come to deliver account Zhou to him, why would he condescend to talk with him for so long?
Ye Liuyun turned his head. The mist in his eyes gradually grew. A faint but terrifying killing intent shocked Fan Xian's body. In the end, he slowly said, "I am carrying a sword, not pretending to be that idiot Sigu Jian. Perhaps you have forgotten that I used a sword in the past."
As he spoke, he slowly pulled out his sword. The snow-white edge did not reflect a glimmer of light. It was as if all of the light had been sucked into the steady and pure white palm.
Fan Xian's eyelids twitched. He gathered his thoughts and desperately bit the tip of his tongue. The pain made him a little more awake. In a moment of life and death, all schemes and battles of wits were fake. He anxiously forced out all of the surging Tyrannical zhenqi from the snowy mountain behind him. Channeling it to his fists, he struck forward.
It struck the table.
Accompanied by a strange scream, Fan Xian's entire body was shaken by his own domineering fists. His body twisted in the air, like a dog in a sorry state. Frightened and miserable, he turned into a black line and rushed out of the building at a speed that was very admirable.
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Fan Xian swept onto the long street. His entire body floated in the air, but his eyes were filled with shock. Even at this moment, he could still feel the fierce and murderous sword intent chasing after him. It was as if it could cut him in half at any moment.
He twisted his body, flicked his leg, opened his mouth, and spat out blood. Suddenly, he sped up again and somersaulted three times in the air. The tip of his foot kicked the green banner on the opposite building. Using the force of the soft bounce, he turned into a wisp of smoke and landed on the street.
The six Tiger Guards and Overwatch Council swordsmen had long charged over and protected him firmly in the center. Layer upon layer, they fearlessly acted as a human shield.
In an instant, Fan Xian felt that he was surrounded by people. He could not see what was happening outside. A glimmer of emotion flashed through him. His entire body once again entered its most sensitive state, ready to escape at any moment.
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However, there was a strange silence on Chang Street.
Fan Xian did not move rashly. He hid behind the guards. After an indeterminable amount of time, he finally felt something was strange. He ordered his subordinates to open up a small crack.
Ye Liuyun was no longer in Baoyue Brothel.
Following the crack that his nervous subordinates revealed, Fan Xian looked at the end of Suzhou's Chang Street. A cloth-clothed man wearing a straw hat was carrying a person and slowly walking toward the city gate.
Although he was walking slowly, it seemed that each step of the other person covered dozens of feet as he gradually moved farther away.
Fan Xian swallowed and moistened his burning throat. With a face full of confusion, he wormed his way out of the crowd and stood on Chang Street, staring in a daze at Ye Liuyun's back in the distance.
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Gao Da had already come down from the opposite building. Seeing the Commissioner safe and sound, he was overjoyed. In a trembling voice, he asked, "Sir, are you alright?"
Fan Xian hid his slightly trembling hands behind his back and forced himself to be calm. "What could be wrong?"
As he spoke, he watched Ye Liuyun's back disappear into the city gate.
At this moment, no one noticed that other than the opening Gao Da had made, there were gradually new changes on the top floor of Baoyue Brothel. Beside the table that Fan Xian's fists had shattered, a hole suddenly appeared in the thick layer of red paint that was about half the height of a person on the thick pillar.
The fan that Fan Xian had thrown down when he fled had disappeared.
The hole in the paint split open even more like a wretched wound. The skin was flipping outwards, revealing the wood inside.
However, the solid wood inside also slowly split open.
The crack was so deep that the bottom couldn't be seen. It seemed to have already pierced through this thick pillar.
It was not just this pillar. All of the wooden pillars, railings, carriage walls, decorations, and flower tables on the top floor of Baoyue Brothel began to show cracks along the height of a person. The cracks gradually spread, gradually stretched, and gradually connected into one. It was as if an ink line had been drawn along that area in an instant by the work of the uncanny.
However, this line was not drawn with ink. It was drawn with a sword.
With a crisp crack, the first to fall was the flower pot rack placed in the corner of the top floor of Baoyue Brothel. The flower pot landed on the floor and shattered into pieces.
Then, there was a loud crash.
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The long street had long been cleared. There was only Fan Xian and the dozens of trusted subordinates surrounding him. Hearing the sound, these people unconsciously raised their heads to look to the upper right.
Everyone, including Fan Xian, was dumbstruck. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and terror. Everyone's mouths were wide open, revealing teeth that were either perfectly white, full of tea stains, or missing a few teeth. They did not react at all when the dust and gravel that gradually filled the air blew into their mouths.
Baoyue Brothel had collapsed.
More accurately, it should be the top floor of Baoyue Brothel had collapsed.
More accurately, half of the top floor of Baoyue Brothel, at this moment, was neatly and tidily collapsing according to a perfect design, sending dust flying into the air.
The dust gradually settled. Everyone could see clearly that it was as if the top floor of Baoyue Brothel had been split open from the middle by a heavenly sword. The top had completely caved in, leaving only half of the neatly arranged wooden boards and decorations.
The break was very neat and smooth. It truly was as if a large sword had split it open from the middle.
Of course, at this moment, everyone knew that this had indeed been split open by a "person" using a sword.
The feeling they had at the beginning resurfaced in everyone's hearts. This person was not a person.
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Fan Xian was the first person on the long street to close his mouth. He looked at the city gate that had long disappeared without a trace of people. He then turned his head to glance at his own half-broken building. He couldn't resist slapping his face heavily to convince himself that this was truly what had happened.
When the people of the Overwatch Council and Tiger Guards came back to their senses, the gaze they turned to Fan Xian was somewhat strange. It was filled with shock and lingering fear, as well as confusion. They wondered how the commissioner had come out alive.
This question … Fan Xian himself was not very clear.
"Deng Zi Yue." Fan Xian's voice was slightly raspy. The rims of his eyes were filled with an unhealthy red. As he coughed, he said, "Go over there."
It was clear that Deng Zi Yue was still in a half-dazed state. After Fan Xian angrily said it twice, he woke up and quickly made a sound of acknowledgment.
Fan Xian called him in front of him and lowered his voice. "If … I'm saying if, someone surrenders, then you must protect their life."
Deng Zi Yue was slightly startled. He raised his head to look at the commissioner.
A glimmer of shame flashed through Fan Xian's eyes. "Bring the person back … no, have the Black Knights send him directly back to Jingdou."
He sighed in his heart. Don't get involved with me anymore. Let your elders play with their own matters. I can't endure this kind of mental torture anymore.
Deng Zi Yue accepted the order and turned his head to glance at the half-broken building. He couldn't resist swallowing. In a trembling voice, he asked, "Sir, who exactly is that person?"
Fan Xian glared at him and said, "Didn't Gao Da say it was Sigu Jian?"
It was no wonder Deng Zi Yue was a trusted aide from the Second Bureau. He very straightforwardly retorted, "The Council reports clearly wrote that Sigu Jian is still in Dongyi …"
Fan Xian directly cut off his words and said angrily, "Look at this broken building! The other party is a Great Grandmaster! Is his whereabouts something our crows can keep track of? "
Deng Zi Yue didn't understand why Fan Xian was angry. He quickly accepted the order and found a horse to leave the city in a hurry to meet up with the Black Knights.
After Deng Zi Yue left, Fan Xian continued to stand on the long street, unwilling to return to Hua Garden. His subordinates and the Tiger Guards could not persuade him, so they could only stand with him.
Fan Xian couldn't resist glancing at his half-broken building again. He wanted to say something, but he restrained himself.
Before long, a fast horse from the Overwatch Council returned.
"Report, already out of the city gate."
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Another number of hours passed.
"Report, already past the evening pavilion."
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Finally, another rider arrived in a panic.
"Report, already past the seven-li slope."
The seven-li slope was more than seven li from Suzhou. It was already on the official road back to Jingdou. It was a full 20 li. Although no one dared to believe that the man in the bamboo hat was able to travel 20 li in such a short time, once they thought of his identity, they somewhat understood.
After confirming that the extraordinary warrior who had cut a building in half had left Suzhou, everyone let out a breath. Tiger Guard Gao Da wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and moved closer to Fan Xian's side. In a quiet voice, he said, "Sir, should we arrange for someone to stop him?"
"Who can stop him?"
Gao Da thought for a moment and realized that he had indeed said something stupid. He quickly said, "We have to quickly write a secret report and send it to Jingdou."
Fan Xian furrowed his brows and said, "I'm afraid there won't be enough time, but it has to be written."
"Deng Diwen." He called over another member of the Qinian Unit. He was the original swordsman of the Sixth Bureau responsible for protecting Xia Qifei a few days ago. When Deng Zi Yue was not by his side, he was the one Fan Xian trusted the most.
Fan Xian did not avoid Gao Da and straightforwardly said in a cold voice, "Go notify the governor's yamen. Tomorrow, go to Ming Garden and turn in all of the Ming family's private soldiers."
Gao Da listened to the side and his heart trembled slightly. He had indeed not thought that after such a dangerous moment had passed, the first thing the commissioner would think of was how to use this matter to his own advantage.
The imperial envoy being attacked was a major event. Presently, the people of Jiangnan were angry. Everyone would certainly think of the Ming family. Using this matter to once again weaken the Ming family, at the same time, it could slightly reduce the people's resentment toward the old Ming matriarch's death. Gao Da truly admired the commissioner from the bottom of his heart.
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After confirming that Ye Liuyun had left Suzhou, Fan Xian's heart relaxed involuntarily. However, there was still a great doubt and confusion in his heart. However, it was impossible for him to talk to anyone about it. Looking again at the half-broken building beside him, he couldn't resist cursing with a gloomy expression, "How much silver is this going to cost to repair? That old bastard! "
Hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but be shocked. Immediately, they froze and didn't dare to open their mouths. The long street was silent again. No one had thought that the commissioner would dare to curse a Great Grandmaster in the middle of the street.
Fan Xian looked at everyone's strange expressions and a wave of anger surged up for no reason. He opened his mouth and cursed loudly, "This is my building. Someone else is tearing it down, and I can't even curse? That's an old bastard! "
Gao Da's heart was complicated. He wanted to go cover the commissioner's mouth, but he didn't have the courage. He couldn't help but admire the commissioner even more. He was indeed a courageous and exceptional figure.
Earlier, Fan Xian had dealt with it alone upstairs, which had already made these subordinates indescribably amazed. Later, he was able to survive and successfully make the Great Grandmaster float away. Everyone admired the commissioner even more to the bone.
Of course, what they admired the most was that Fan Xian still dared to curse in the middle of the street after the matter.
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Under everyone's admiring and admiring gazes, Fan Xian mumbled something, but no one heard it clearly. They only saw his body go limp and he was about to fall down in the middle of the long street.
A patch of flowers floated past. A girl supported Fan Xian's body.
Everyone recognized this person and knew she was the commissioner's confidante, so they were not nervous. They were just a bit worried. It looked like the commissioner had still suffered internal injuries in the face of an extraordinary and saintly Great Grandmaster.
Everyone hurriedly followed the young man and woman in front of them toward Hua Garden. It was only at this time that the governor's manor's soldiers arrived late.
Fan Xian tilted his body slightly and fell into the girl's embrace. Smelling the faint fragrance, he couldn't resist grumbling, "He's already gone before you dared to come out."
An apologetic expression flashed across Haitang's face. "I can't beat him."
Fan Xian couldn't resist rolling his eyes. "Who can beat this kind of monster?"
Haitang asked worriedly, "You suffered internal injuries?"
"No," Fan Xian replied seriously. "I pretended for too long upstairs. Actually, my legs … have long gone limp from fear."
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The last chapter was actually written in a hurry. Many places were rather rough, such as a lot of typos … so I was embarrassed to narcissistically admire myself at the end of the chapter. Haha, this was in response to a cute question from a book friend. Then, there was Ye Liuyun coming to Suzhou. The logical problem of coming and then leaving is established, but the specific reason cannot be explained. The inside story is detailed in the next volume, Pleasure Before the Palace. PS: The South was cold, and the whole family caught a cold. One brother's parents went south for the New Year and ended up stuck on the Hunan railway. Another brother wanted to go north for the New Year, but the train stopped running, so he could only be alone … what is this? Fortunately, there is a sky full of white snow to edify. I wish everyone good health. Photoshop again: Occasionally I think of something. Now that the story is good, why is there less strangeness in the words? I want to find the part that makes me feel good. Photoshop again: Today, the word count seems to have increased. Originally, there were only 8900 words. Photoshop now it's over 9,000 words. Tomorrow, I'll write a chapter to make up for it. I'm too lazy to change.)
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