In the spring, if he planted a lot of corn, would he be able to harvest a lot in the autumn? Perhaps in the eyes of many people, sowing melons and getting melons, sowing beans, reaping what you sow, karma begets karma, hard work makes up for one's lack of talent, and it was best to fish for some reward. After Fan Xian came to Jingdou from Danzhou, he had worked his life out for the Qing court many times and brought a lot of good fortune to the people. Although he was not a righteous and benevolent person, he had, either automatically or consciously, planted a lot of good fortune. Unfortunately, by the autumn of the 10th year of the Qing calendar, no good fortune had come.
All of his official positions had been taken away, and all of his power had been taken away. All of the family he cared about had become disguised hostages. He had become a commoner. He had become a wealthy man of leisure who could only listen to songs and wander around Baoyue Brothel.
No one dared to speak up for him, and no one dared to plead for him to His Majesty. All the officials and citizens just calmly watched the scene unfold. They even watched it calmly.
Showing kindness without asking for repayment? Did Fan Xian have this kind of mentality? No one knew. In people's eyes, Sir Fan junior … no, the little duke, no, Fan Xian had perfectly played the role of a wealthy man of leisure since the autumn. All he did was stroll the streets and alleys of Jingdou, soak in Baoyue Brothel, play with the children in the manor, gossip with the women in the family, and read the new novels published by Danbo Bookstore.
The Danbo Medical Shop across the door from the bookstore was still open. The doctors of the Imperial Academy of Medicine were replacing Fan Ruoruo in practicing medicine among the people. No one knew if this was the condition the icy woman in the Palace had made to the Emperor. In any case, the young lady of the Fan family remained deep in the Palace. Fan Xian had no way of entering the Palace to see her. He could only change his original idea and ask his wife to enter the Palace many times to see.
Just like this, a month passed peacefully. The Fan manor was so quiet that it was almost forgotten by the people of Jingdou. Fan Xian was so silent that he was almost about to disappear in people's discussions.
However, there was one place that could not forget Fan Xian. It was the Imperial College. Although the Emperor's edict had taken away all of Fan Xian's official positions, he had thrown him an empty position as a teacher of the Imperial College. About 20 days ago, perhaps because it was too boring to be a wealthy idler in the manor, Fan Xian finally fought his way out of the land of gentleness and began to attend classes at the Imperial College.
The Imperial College, surrounded by ancient trees, was as quiet and secluded as usual. The news that Fan Xian was coming to the Imperial College to teach stirred up the students. In the open space in front of the Qingxin Pond, one could often see hundreds of people gathered together and listening with great interest.
Fan Xian's habit was to give lectures to these students at the stone steps in front of the Qingxin Pool. Because there were too many students who came to listen to his lectures, the Imperial College could not arrange for all of them. They could only listen to his mischievous suggestion and place the class between heaven and earth. Some people couldn't help but think that perhaps Fan Xian just wanted to use the endless autumn rain to be able to talk less.
The content of the class was actually very simple. It was mainly about the collections of histories and classics that the great Northern Qi scholar, Sir Zhuang Mohan, had used his entire life's work to compile. The Qing Imperial College had used a number of years of effort and, with the great support of Danbo Bookstore, had long sorted through that carriage of books. Fan Xian was also relatively familiar with these books. When he spoke of the allusions in them, he did not need to have stage fright.
Of course, Fan Xian's lectures were different. Basically, each time, he arranged for a few teachers to speak frankly and with assurance in front of the Qingxin Pool. In the end, he would personally take the stage and debate with the students below the steps. As for the contents of the debate, because it was a bit disrespectful, it did not spread outside the Imperial College.
Although Fan Xian was nothing right now, at least in the Imperial College and in the hearts of these young students, he was still a very remarkable figure. At least, he was a person with some special privileges.
Fan Xian lazily ended the day's classes and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the red-faced and thick-necked student's unrelenting verbal attacks. Clapping his hands, he walked down the stone steps and said, "I told you a long time ago, I can basically only memorize the classics and classics. If you want me to say something profound and meaningful, I can't say it clearly. Although I understand the principle of sending troops with a good reason, how can there be such a thing as a righteous battle in this world? It's nothing more than an excuse. "
"The Qing Kingdom's mighty army points its sword to the world. Naturally, it is for the sake of saving the people …" The student brought a dozen friends and caught up to Fan Xian's butt. Very unconvinced, he said something.
Today's topic touched on the period when the Wei Kingdom was founded. Using plain words, both sides were analyzing the problem of the righteousness of war. Yet, this problem was the one that Fan Xian could not explain clearly. He also believed that not many people in the world could explain it clearly.
Fan Xian got into the carriage and left the Imperial College. He no longer paid attention to the students who were still angry and dissatisfied behind him. The carriage traveled for a while on the streets of Jingdou. It then escaped the liveliness of the Imperial College's silence and returned to the clear autumn scenery. He unconsciously pulled open the curtains and looked at the scenery outside with a smile. However, he could not hide the sliver of melancholy between his brows.
He had been a wealthy and idle person for a month. This was only a superficial appearance. He just wanted to create an appearance for the court and the Palace to see. In Fan Xian's heart, there had always been a fire that was the complete opposite of his outward calm and happiness. However, this fire had been suppressed very well by him.
Furthermore, he was forced to suppress it because the situation at hand still did not give him any opportunity to take advantage of. After returning to Jingdou, Fan Xian had never returned to the Overwatch Council, particularly after he had completely exiled the members of the Qinian Unit from the capital. Even contacting the First Bureau had become difficult. However, this did not mean that Fan Xian did not have other sources of information. He knew that in only a month, the Emperor had, with Yan Bingyun's valiant assistance, successfully suppressed most of the unstable elements in the Overwatch Council. The work of changing the blood was also progressing methodically. It was just a matter of when it would be completely cleaned out.
The news from Jiangnan was also not very good. All of these signs were the source of Fan Xian's worry. He found that he had still underestimated the control and power of imperial power in a feudal society. Even the Overwatch Council that Chen Pingping and he had worked hard to run for decades was developing in a direction of submission under the coercion of imperial power.
Fan Xian furrowed his brows. The problem between him and the Emperor appeared to be in the Overwatch Council, the palace treasury, and Jingdou. In reality, it was under the heavens. All of the Qing court officials, the wise people among the people, and even Hu the Scholar and Yan Bingyun, did not understand this. Thus, they did not understand why the Emperor would deal with Fan Xian like this. He had taken away all of Fan Xian's official positions and power, yet allowed Fan Xian to live freely in Jingdou and still maintain a secret influence.
Fan Xian's present state was neither dead nor alive. Only he and the Emperor knew why this state was.
If it was just to deal with Fan Xian alone, the Emperor was much stronger than him. Without any effort, he could knock Fan Xian into the dust and then step on him so that he would never be able to rise again. The problem was that outside Jingdou and even outside the Qing Kingdom's borders, Fan Xian's secret influence was terrifyingly powerful. Even with the Emperor's confidence and pride, he could not underestimate this level of valiance.
Thus, the Emperor had Fan Xian stay in Jingdou, neither dead nor alive. Then, he slowly and steadily whittled away at Fan Xian's influence outside Jingdou. At the same time, he had to cut off Fan Xian's invisible hands that stretched outside the country's borders.
This was a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change. If he did not eliminate Fan Xian's influence to the point where the Qing court could bear the risk, the Emperor would not actually kill him. Even if Fan Xian died, if Dongyi and Xiliang truly fell into chaos, the Emperor would not want to see this scene.
If the Emperor could perfectly control these problems, then what was so important about Fan Xian's life or death?
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The carriage arrived at Baoyue Brothel with familiarity. Fan Xian got off the carriage and entered the building with his hands behind his back. He walked directly toward the courtyard by the lake in the back. He didn't even glance at the figure at the end of the street behind him.
The person watching Fan Xian was an Ascetic Monk. No one knew how many Ascetic Monks were watching him in secret. The problem was that Ascetic Monks could not get close to women. Fan Xian entered Baoyue Brothel, so they couldn't follow.
Passing through the slightly cool lake surface and the breeze, Fan Xian walked into the courtyard that had been set aside for him. Looking at the increasingly charming and beautiful brothel owner in front of him, he smiled and said, "What new songs do you have to listen to today?"
Shi Qing 'er covered her mouth and smiled. "Young master doesn't write poetry anymore. Where would there be any good songs for you to listen to?"
It had already been a number of years since Fan Xian had searched the brothel. Yet, this Shi Qing 'er woman did not show any signs of aging. Fan Xian looked at her with narrowed eyes and smiled. He didn't say anything more.
In reality, there was no need for the spies of the internal court to keep an eye on him. Everyone in Jingdou knew that Sir Fan junior had long become a half-crippled rich man of leisure. His greatest pleasure was to come find the girls in Baoyue Brothel.
A rich man of leisure. Fan Xian truly lived up to this reputation. Although he had no official position or power, he still had money. No one knew exactly how much gold and silver was hidden in the Fan manor. On the surface, the Baoyue Brothel in the Fan manor had long swallowed up most of the high-class brothels in the world with the strength of the Qing Kingdom and the protection of the Overwatch Council these years. Under the rules and regulations Fan Xian had single-handedly made, Baoyue Brothel had already opened all over the world. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it had already unified the brothel industry.
Baoyue Brothel's nominal owners and shopkeepers, Shi Chanli and Sang Wen, were still developing businesses in Dongyi. They had already extended their hands into Northern Qi's Shangjing. Everything was going smoothly. No matter where they were, they were prominent figures.
Of course, everyone knew that Fan Xian stood behind them.
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Fan Xian lay on the soft couch and contentedly accepted the two girls' massages. His eyes were closed, but his brain was spinning quickly. Baoyue Brothel was, in the end, an industry. The court could not be too shameless about it. The Palace also did not want to completely destroy the Fan manor's reputation, so they had left Fan Xian such a comfortable place. What comforted him the most was that it was clear that the people of this era had, in the end, underestimated the usefulness of a brothel in terms of intelligence.
A few years ago, Fan Sizhe and the Third Prince, these two brats, were lawless and out of control. They had created a business that had now become one of Fan Xian's trump cards.
"What excuse did the court use for Su Wenmao's dismissal?" Fan Xian asked with slightly lowered eyes after the courtyard had quieted down. As Fan Xian's trusted aide and a court official, Su Wenmao could not leave his post without permission. He could only wait helplessly for the court to act. Not long ago, an edict had been sent directly to the three large workshops in North Min to bring Su Wenmao back to the capital. This was originally a very secretive matter. Because of the existence of Baoyue Brothel, Fan Xian knew about it earlier than most people in Jingdou.
Because he had long been mentally prepared, Fan Xian was not shocked or angry. He only thought worriedly about whether the people the Qinian Little Group had sent to North Min had been explained clearly to Su Wenmao. He believed that Su Wenmao, a cheerful second in command, would not stupidly oppose the court head-on. However, he was worried that time was too tight and Su Wenmao would not be able to arrange enough people in the palace treasury.
The palace treasury was Fan Xian's second root. The palace treasury transport company had already been completely taken over by the Emperor, but Fan Xian would not allow this root to be directly cut off by the Palace. If it was to be cut, it had to be done by Fan Xian. Furthermore, once the knife was cut down, it would make the Qing court feel bone-deep pain.
Thinking of this, he thought of the heavily guarded Ten Family Village to the north of Dongyi, the three large workshops, the Royal Palace, and the one in his mind. A glimmer of a smile rose to the corners of Fan Xian's lips. The hands in his sleeves slowly tightened into fists.
In Xiliang Road, Deng Zi Yue had successfully escaped from the court's secret net. However, no one knew where he was hiding. Since there was no news of Deng Zi Yue's death in the intelligence reports, Fan Xian felt very comforted. However, the members of the Fourth Bureau were now without a leader. He didn't know if they could withstand the pressure from the Overwatch Council in Jingdou. The order Hong Yiqing had received was to first go into the grasslands to find that person and then come back to contact the powers in Dingzhou and Qingzhou. He hoped that everything would be in time.
"Gong Dian has already arrived in Dingzhou," Shi Qing 'er said with her head lowered.
Fan Xian was silent and speechless. He had indeed not thought that the Emperor's reaction would be so fast. He had actually moved the Commander of the Imperial Army directly to Dingzhou to hold down the fort. Although Li Hongcheng had led troops in Dingzhou for a number of years, his foundations were still shallow. Gong Dian was also an old member of the Dingzhou army. His experience and contributions were there. Hongcheng would probably not be able to withstand it and would be forced back to Jingdou.
If he wanted to think of a way for Hongcheng to remain in Dingzhou and control a portion of the military power that belonged to him, then he had to make Xiliang fall into chaos first.
Fan Xian furrowed his brows tightly. He realized that everything had long left his control. He could only hope that the first group of people he sent to the grasslands would be able to quickly contact Hu Ge and have the Hu people on the grasslands go against the heavens and first launch an attack in this early winter.
Things were too chaotic and complicated. How could Fan Xian truly be idle? He glanced at Shi Qing 'er helplessly and asked, "How is the investigation of the Ministry of Works' corruption case going?"
"Sir Yang …" Shi Qing 'er glanced at him worriedly. "Yesterday, the case was decided. This afternoon, the Supreme Court will issue a clear verdict.
Although she had once belonged to the Second Prince, under Fan Xian's coercion these years, she had long been unable to have second thoughts. Furthermore, as a woman from a brothel, she knew that the young man in front of her was faintly different from all the nobles in Jingdou. She wanted to be the second Sang Wen but not the second Yuan Meng. Thus, seeing Sir Fan junior's right and left arms being torn off one by one by the court, she couldn't help but feel terrified and afraid.
Fan Xian glanced at the light on the surface of the lake. He was silent for a moment and then said, "It's afternoon. I'll go get him."
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From the time the case of Yang Wanli, the Vice Minister of the River Department of the Ministry of Works, was reported to the time the case was handed from the Ministry of Justice to the Supreme Court had only taken a dozen days. This kind of efficiency was enough to make one sigh in admiration even in the history of the Qing Kingdom. Those who didn't know the inside story would probably think that the Emperor's edict to clean up the bureaucracy had suddenly become real in the Qing Kingdom's 10 years.
As for the true officials, when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but sigh and feel cold. Because they all knew what kind of person Yang Wanli was. He was a capable and honest official who had endured for two whole years on the embankment of the great river.
Yang Wanli was one of Fan Xian's four disciples. The silver that Sir Fan junior had privately raised had flowed like water through the River Transport Governor's yamen and into the riverbanks. It had all passed through his hands. If he had truly wanted to be greedy, it would not have been the few thousand liang of silver stated in the crime report. Instead of eating the fat meat, he was going to take the bribes from the Ministry of Works yamen?
Furthermore, all of the officials knew that Yang Wanli's family was very strict and treated his subordinates very leniently. Putting aside the Overwatch Council's salary that was many times that of court officials, just the three officials who held positions in the Qing Kingdom were actually supported by the Fan manor every year. A mere few thousand liang of silver was not a difficult matter. Everyone knew that the Fan manor was the foremost god of wealth in the world. How could Yang Wanli be greedy?
It was precisely because they knew this that the officials knew that Yang Wanli's trial was only the Palace's idea. Under the single-handedly arranged by Scholar He of the Hall of Governmental Affairs, the trial proceeded quickly. Today, the Supreme Court was going to pass judgment. According to some insider information, if Hu the Scholar had not taken pity on Yang Wanli's talent and forcefully interfered, Sir Yang's fate would probably have been even worse.
Fan Xian stood alone in front of the door of the Supreme Court yamen, alone and waiting for the result of the judgment inside. The bailiffs outside the Supreme Court yamen had long recognized his identity and were frightened. They had long sent word to the people inside to know, but they could only stand trembling in front of Fan Xian.
Fortunately, Fan Xian did not fly into a rage. He only waited silently for Yang Wanli to come out. The yamen closest to the Supreme Court was the First Bureau of the Overwatch Council. The little bastards of the First Bureau discovered that the Director was here and couldn't resist standing outside the door of the yamen, forcefully suppressing their excitement as they watched this scene.
The First Bureau was Fan Xian's old nest. Back then, the rectification had created a group of loyal subordinates. Otherwise, there would not have been a large group of First Bureau officials escorting him out of the city when he made a scene at the execution field that day. Although Mu Tie had long been kicked out of the Overwatch Council, these officials still saw Fan Xian as the Director and refused to accept Yan Bingyun. However, the Qing law and the Council were strict. These officials could only watch the lonely Fan Xian from a distance and give him moral support.
Fan Xian did not turn his head to look at those children. He continued to look at the Supreme Court yamen. A comforting smile rose to his face.
A mighty sound rang out from inside the yamen. Before long, the former litigation master of the Overwatch Council, Jingdou's richest mouth, Song Shiren, silently walked out of the Supreme Court yamen. There was no joy on his face. On the contrary, there was a hint of darkness.
Ever since Fan Xian had been stripped of his position as the Director of the Overwatch Council, Song Shiren, a non-staff member, did not want to stay in the Overwatch Council anymore. Instead, he had come directly to find Fan Xian. Fan Xian had not thought that this rich mouth would have such a grateful side. After feeling slightly surprised, he settled him down. Coincidentally, the court was beginning to clean up Fan Xian's people. For the sake of the court's face, they could not use the methods of special agents. Everything had to respect the Qing law. Thus, Fan Xian had sent him out. At least, he had to help his subordinates obtain a relatively fair ending.
Looking at Song Shiren's expression, Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly. "Right now, I can't enter the yamen. That's why I'm asking you. We've all seen the case. There's no reason we can't win."
"We know that the court has arranged for witnesses and evidence, but there's nothing we can do." Song Shiren sighed and looked at Fan Xian. "Didn't you also use this method to punish the Ming family in Jiangnan?"
Fan Xian's heart trembled slightly. His voice was suppressed to a cold line. In a stern voice, he said, "I don't expect to help Wan Li escape punishment. However, the victory I speak of, at least … I have to see him right now!"
"Three years in prison." Song Shiren said dejectedly. Working for Sir Fan junior was like going against the entire court on his own. No matter how he fought this case, he would lose.
"How can there be such a thing as a prisoner?" Fan Xian angrily rebuked him. "Three thousand taels of silver, at most three thousand li. The law of the Qing Kingdom clearly states that returning the stolen goods and returning the money can be considered a crime. How did you fight this lawsuit?"
Song Shiren wanted to say something but stopped. He forced a smile and said, "Naturally, the Qing law is written like this. Originally, returning the stolen money and discussing the crime had already been agreed upon yesterday. However, when Scholar He came to see the trial today, he erased this clause and changed it to imprisonment."
"He Zongwei?" Hearing this familiar name, Fan Xian did not get angry. On the contrary, he smiled. After a moment of silence, he took out a banknote from his clothes. Restraining his expression, he calmly said, "Go in again and give this banknote to the official of the Supreme Court. Ask him how exactly did he learn the Qing law? Do you want me to personally stand out and fight this lawsuit with him? "
Song Shiren accepted the banknote and looked at the 30,000 liang on it. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and walked back up the yamen. He knew that Fan Xian had done this because he had been forced by the court into a corner. For the sake of Yang Wanli's life and death, Fan Xian could only stand out and sell his not-so-old face. It all depended on what the officials of the Supreme Court would think.
No one knew what Song Shiren said after he went in. Before long, an official coughed gently and walked to the bottom of the stone steps. He said something by Fan Xian's ear. Fan Xian did not reply. He only shook his head. The official's expression was helpless as he walked back.
Finally, Song Shiren helped Yang Wanli out of the yamen of the Supreme Court. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. He could see that Yang Wanli had been tortured in the prison. A dark fire surged in his heart, but he took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed it. He called for a few servants to lift Yang Wanli into the carriage.
Yang Wanli brushed past him. This teacher and student, who were very close in age, did not say anything. However, a glimmer of dissatisfaction flashed through Yang Wanli's eyes, as well as a glimmer of grief and anger.
Fan Xian felt a chill. He knew what Yang Wanli was grieving and angry about. An official who wholeheartedly wanted to do something, yet because of these trivial matters in the court and Royal Palace, he had to endure an injustice that he did not have. Not only would he lose his position and be tortured, but his reputation would also be tarnished. As a scholar, who could bear this?
Just as Fan Xian was preparing to leave, the scholar of the Hall of Governmental Affairs, He Zongwei, accompanied by a few officials, slowly walked out of the yamen of the Supreme Court. He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian and was silent for a moment. He then said, "Master Fan, you are very elegant."
Fan Xian couldn't even be bothered to glance at him. This attitude made the officials by He Zongwei's side angry. The situation in Jingdou was no longer what it was in the past. He Zongwei was currently popular, but Fan Xian had long been a commoner. To not answer an official's question in front of him was against the rules.
He Zongwei did not have any emotional reaction. He asked, "I am very curious. What exactly did you say to that official earlier for the official of the Supreme Court to suddenly change his mind?"
This was something that Scholar He was very curious about. He often entered the Palace and knew that the crack between the Emperor and Sir Fan junior could no longer be mended. Thus, when he looked at Fan Xian now, he was not as afraid as he had been in the past. He had come to the hearing by imperial edict. He had secretly done something to ensure that Yang Wanli, one of Fan Xian's four disciples, would never have a chance to rise again. He had not expected that everything, which had gone according to plan, would suddenly change.
It was clear that this young man was no longer favored by the Emperor and held no official position. Why had the officials of the Supreme Court been frightened back by his words? He Zongwei thought hard but could not understand. He didn't know what kind of magic Fan Xian had to make these officials not even listen to the Emperor's hints.
Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at him coldly. "I said to that official, don't force me to act out."
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"You want to force me to act out?" Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at He Zongwei's slightly dark face. Suddenly, he smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I also want to know. What can you do to me when I flatter an official of the court on the street?"
After these words were said, the officials at He Zongwei's side finally understood that Fan Xian's power did not just lie in official position and power. They took a step back in fright, but He Zongwei continued to stand calmly in front of Fan Xian. He sighed. Understanding the reason, he couldn't help but feel some regret. In terms of official position and power, he might be able to suppress him. However, in the face of ruthless and unreasonable killing, he would never be as arrogant as him.
"The Suzhou Zhizhou, Cheng Jialin, was accused of visiting a prostitute and invading the mausoleum. He has been asked to return to the capital to defend himself. In a few days, he will probably come back to the Supreme Court," He Zongwei said warmly. "It looks like even you, a wealthy and idle person in Jingdou, cannot truly be idle."
Fan Xian's eyelids drooped slightly. Casually, he said, "You are the Emperor's dog, so you have to run around everywhere. I don't."
Many years ago, Fan Xian had already slapped He Zongwei in the face. Now, outside the yamen, he had coldly called He Zongwei a dog on the street. It was like slapping him in the face again. After all, He Zongwei was no longer the little Imperial Censor of the past. As the first-ranked official in court, he had his own face to consider. Furthermore, there were so many people watching. His slightly dark face gradually changed. In a cold voice, he said, "As an official, I am the Emperor's dog. In my eyes, you are also the Emperor's dog. Are you not?"
Scholar He thought that these words were appropriate. Not only did he preserve his dignity, but he also blocked these words and made it difficult for Fan Xian to respond. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian smiled when he heard these words.
"If I am a dog, then what is the Emperor?" Fan Xian said with a cold smile as he looked at him mockingly. He then turned and climbed into the carriage.
He Zongwei's expression froze. He knew he had said the wrong thing. It was just like how he didn't understand how Fan Xian could influence the Supreme Court. No matter how he had been demoted, he was still the Emperor's flesh and blood. On this point alone, the people of the world could not compare. A powerful sadness rose in He Zongwei's heart. He felt that life was always so unfair.
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In Jingdou, Fan Xian could not be idle. When he met the Emperor's combination of punches with great difficulty, he could only focus on blocking. He had no ability or method to counterattack. On the true battlefield between him and the Emperor, a soul-stirring drama was playing out. These dramas had no audience and were not recorded in the annals of history, but they were truly playing out. Only in these places could Fan Xian have enough power to carry out the most decisive counterattack against the chess pieces the Emperor had laid out.
In Dingzhou in Xiliang Road, no one knew what kind of entanglement Li Hongcheng and Gong Dian, who had come to take over his position, were having. On the road from the Qing Kingdom to Dongyi, the armies of the two sides were facing off. No one was willing to give way. The 3,000 soldiers of the Yanjing Camp for winter training were forcefully blocked at the border, not daring to take a step in. This situation had been at a stalemate for three days.
"The Emperor has an edict for us to enter Dongyi to assist the Great Prince in quelling the rebellion. In the end, the Great Prince has blocked it with a military order, saying that his 10,000 elite soldiers are enough." The Commander of the Yanjing Camp, Wang Zhikun, looked at his trusted aides in the tent and smiled coldly. "Since those 10,000 elite soldiers are quelling the rebellion in the Liang Kingdom, who can stop our soldiers from entering Dongyi?"
When he said this, Wang Zhikun's anger finally exploded. This was originally a test the court had sent toward Dongyi. Everything had been going according to plan. If the Great Prince had not sent troops to stop them, these 3,000 elite soldiers would have been the vanguard. The Yanjing Camp had prepared 20,000 people to advance along the road. Who knew that these 3,000 elite soldiers would be blocked at the border and not be able to take a step in?
He pointed at the generals below and scolded, "1,000! Are 1,000 people enough to scare you out of your wits? They are also soldiers of the Qing Kingdom. Do they actually dare to attack the army sent by the court? "
"Those are the Black Knights," a general said in a trembling voice. "Chen Pingping is dead, and Sir Fan junior is under house arrest in Jingdou. Who knows if these Black Knights, who kill without batting an eye, will actually pull out their swords?"
The corners of Wang Zhikun's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't curse angrily. As for this secret military operation, he had nominally accepted the Bureau of Military Affairs' winter training. In reality, he had accepted the Emperor's secret edict from the Palace.
Just as he said earlier, this was a test. This was the Emperor sitting on the throne testing his eldest son far away in Dongyi.
The news of the Jingdou incident had long reached Yanjing. Only now did Wang Zhikun know that the Duke had led the Black Knights straight into Jingdou to save old Director Chen. The Commander of Yanjing didn't know why Director Chen had suddenly been purged by the Emperor. Although he sighed slightly in his heart, as a soldier of the Qing Kingdom, he had to obey the Emperor's edict.
Not long after the Jingdou incident, the Great Prince suddenly sent an urgent military report saying that volunteer armies were rising and falling within Dongyi. The chaos of war was frequent, and it was impossible for him to escape and return to the capital in a short time. This blocked any way for Jingdou to summon him back.
Wang Zhikun knew that the Great Prince didn't want to return to the capital. As the saying goes, when a general is outside, the ruler's orders cannot be obeyed. It was clear that the Great Prince, who had successfully controlled 10,000 elite soldiers, had already left the Emperor's heart because of the Jingdou incident.
Once the Great Prince's attitude was revealed, the Emperor was not angry. Instead, he sent an edict to Dongyi, saying that he would send the Yanjing military into Dongyi to help the Great Prince quell the rebellion. Just as Wang Zhikun expected, the Great Prince forcefully refused the Yanjing camp's request to send out troops. Furthermore, the group used to stop the Yanjing army these two days was indeed not the Great Prince's people. The court couldn't even find an excuse.
"The Black Knights …" Wang Zhikun furrowed his brows slightly. Thinking of this group of riders, which were not many but had exceptional battle power, he naturally thought of that idler in Jingdou.
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It's the last two days of 2008. I had wanted to write a separate chapter to canvass for votes and review, but I changed my mind and decided to leave it for when Qingyu was finished. A friend has said that the flavor of Qingyu has changed recently and is no longer sunny. Hmm, I would like to explain this a little. Qingyu has actually not been sunny for a long time. With such a dead person, there is no sunlight. Ever since I started writing Qingyu, I have always had an opinion that Fan Xian is not like a transmigrator. How should I explain this? I will leave this question for the last time as it takes up too many words. Of course, if there are friends who have noticed this, presumably you will know that my attitude toward transmigrators has long been made clear. However, I have always been curious. What should a transmigrator be like? In reality, human nature really has not evolved. Modern people, ancient people, and other people, as long as they are people, they are all equally ugly and beautiful.
Ah, I almost forgot again. I seriously recommend to everyone, Zhang Yu, the fat tabby cat's new work, Song of the Heavenly Sword. The book number is 1121194. It is said that this author is a very gay and serious author. His writing speed is slow, but the quality is very good. From the day he wrote to the day he was reincarnated, presumably many friends like him. I am the same. This book is a wuxia novel. Those who write wuxia novels in this market place, without question, have invested far more in the battle of the spirit than in the battle of business. This kind of attitude has already ensured the quality of this book. I deeply believe this.
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