What was written today was still the same. The murderous aura was gradually becoming apparent …
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The Qing Kingdom had been very harmonious these days. A new prince had been born in the Palace. This was a joyous event. As for how Consort Mei had died, no one dared to open their mouth and discuss it. The midwife in the Palace had died because of Consort Mei's difficult birth and was buried with her. It was expected and expected.
The Qing court was using troops in the North. The situation of the country was tense, and it was the day to unify the world. Who would be so daring as to say a few forbidden sentences? Were they not afraid that the internal court eunuchs and Ascetic Monks in the dark would report them?
In just a few days, the matter of Consort Mei faded. Jingdou once again transformed into a bright moon, cool breeze, and deep autumn land.
The battle in the North was still lingering. The winter snow gradually arrived, but the Qing Kingdom's attacks did not weaken. They attacked straight north and were about to approach the Nanjing defense line that the Northern Qi people had laid out for 20 years. Unfortunately, after Shang Shanhu, who had remained in the Song Kingdom and obtained the full trust of the Northern Qi Emperor, he coldly suppressed his troops without moving. He stood firmly on the Qing army's path of advance, making the Qing military incomparably fearful.
In the end, Shi Fei still went to the North. Because of the urgency of the battle, Jingdou felt a slight sense of solemnity. This old Yanjing general, who had once subdued the Northern Camp, had been sent to the North by the Emperor to assist Commander Wang Zhikun and be responsible for the Northern expedition. Famous generals were like beauties. Presumably, when Shi Fei embarked on his journey, his heart was filled with lofty sentiments and lofty aspirations.
With Shi Fei's departure, the position of Commander of the Jingdou Garrison became vacant again. It attracted the burning gazes of countless young and powerful figures in the military. However, the Emperor's following edict immediately extinguished all hopes.
Ye Wan formally left his staff work in the Bureau of Military Affairs. Other than his position as a martial tutor, he also took on the position of Commander of the Jingdou Garrison. No one dared to object to this appointment. There was not even the slightest bit of opinion. The great achievements Ye Wan had made in the western side of the empire this year had truly fallen into the eyes of the officials and commoners. No one could stop him from standing out.
Decades ago, Ye Wan's father, Ye Zhong, had taken up the position of Commander of the Jingdou Garrison when he was very young. Now, the wheel of fortune had turned and it had once again turned to the son he did not like. In the eyes of outsiders, the so-called tiger son of a general family, the pillar of the manor, was nothing more than this.
At noon in late autumn, the clear and cold sunlight landed on Ye Wan's plain light armor. The young general furrowed his brows slightly. He gently squeezed his horse's abdomen and slowly walked outside Jingdou's Zhengyang Gate. He squinted his eyes and kept looking at the commoners that passed by him. He was like a falcon looking for its prey in the vast grassland.
In reality, this was just his subconscious reaction to his true emotions. He did not have the extravagant hope of meeting Sir Fan junior here. He only longed to see that legendary figure. Although the Emperor had strictly ordered that if he saw Fan Xian, he had to take three steps back, how could Ye Wan be willing?
In the clear and spacious late autumn sky, the clear and cold sunlight turned into countless straight and curved rays of light. Ye Wan's eyes narrowed even more. A few wrinkles that did not match his age squeezed out at the corners of his slightly dark face. He silently thought of the conversation he had with the Emperor that day in front of Taiji Palace. His emotions were unusually complicated.
Why had he chosen to carry out the Northern expedition in autumn? Was he not worried about the cold winter that was about to arrive? This was a question that the Northern Qi ruler and officials did not understand. It was also the worry of the Qing officials. However, with the Emperor's strict edict, the entire world had danced and warhorses galloped on the road to invade the Northern court. No one dared to ask too much. The strangest thing was that they clearly knew that the timing for this battle was not right. Yet, not a single one of the important officials in the Bureau of Military Affairs that Ye Zhong led, the one who knew the most about war matters, chose to remonstrate with the Emperor.
"Tens of thousands of soldiers have advanced wave after wave and stepped onto the path of no return just to force him to show himself." Ye Wan sat on his horse with his head slightly lowered. It was as if he wanted to avoid the not burning sunlight. A slightly pained smile rose to the corners of his lips. He didn't understand why the Emperor thought so highly of Fan Xian. He also didn't understand whether or not it was right for the Emperor to have the Qing Kingdom's soldiers pay such a heavy price in order to lure and kill Fan Xian.
When General Ye Wan sighed in his heart, he didn't know that the person he wanted to kill, the person the Qing Emperor worried about the most in this land, had already passed through the city gates and returned to Jingdou. However, the city gate the two of them had gone through was not Zhengyang Gate.
The midday sun shone brightly at the western city gate. Among the busy stream of people going to and fro in Jingdou, there were two figures that did not draw much attention. One of them wore normal cloth clothing while the other wore a straw hat.
Fan Xian, who had put on a small disguise, unconsciously turned his head to glance at Wu Zhu beside him the moment he stepped into Jingdou. The wide straw hat blocked all of the black cloth on Wu Zhu's face in the shadows. No one should have noticed anything strange.
Many years ago, Ye Qingmei had brought the young-looking Wu Zhu to the Qing Kingdom's Jingdou like they were on a vacation. She had walked past the Jingdou city gates guarded by Ye Zhong and beaten Ye Zhong into a pig's head. Then, she had begun to assist a man in beginning his magnificent life.
Fan Xian had brought the indifferent Wu Zhu back to the Qing Kingdom's Jingdou without a sound. They had avoided Zhengyang Gate, which Ye Wan personally guarded, and merged into the stream of people like two ghosts, preparing to begin the end of that man's magnificent life.
From here on out and from here on out, it seemed to be a perfect cycle.
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When Fan Xian and Wu Zhu returned to Jingdou, the battle in the North was still continuing. A number of days had passed since Consort Mei's death. Although he was a rebel of the Qing Kingdom and had been stripped of all official positions and power, he still had his powerful intelligence network. In an inn in Jingdou, Fan Xian closed his eyes and thought about the cause of Consort Mei's death. He analyzed his plans and gradually grew heavy.
In the following days, Fan Xian disguised himself as the common green-clothed servant in Jingdou and wandered between manors, streets, and tea shops. He didn't go to find anyone he knew because he didn't want to be beaten and killed by tens of thousands of people. He was only carefully looking for something.
He was looking for the chest, the heavy chest. Feng Xuetian's assassination attempt had failed and he had been surrounded by the Qing army in the square in front of the Palace. He had heard the sound of the chest and knew that the Emperor had almost died to that heavy sniper rifle.
If he could find the chest, perhaps the rest of the matter would be much simpler. However, whose hands would the chest be in? This question should have been the simplest and clearest to ask Wu Zhu. Presently, Wu Zhu was just a pale and indifferent piece of paper. He didn't remember anything and didn't care about anything. He only unconsciously followed Fan Xian out of the Temple and began to wander around the world outside the Temple, experiencing and experiencing.
During those days, for the safety of his family and the understanding he had with the Emperor, Fan Xian did not return to the Fan manor. He searched for traces near Zhaixing Tower and thought hard about who would have Uncle Wu Zhu's greatest trust, other than himself. However, his train of thought had sunk into the wrong area. No matter what, he did not think of that woman. Thus, this kind of search appeared hesitant and directionless. He wanted to cry out on the late autumn streets of Jingdou.
After all, he was the common enemy of the entire Qing court. In Jingdou, which appeared peaceful and without the smell of war, but was actually beginning to seep with a solemn aura, the most important task was to survive and hide his tracks. He didn't even dare make contact with his old subordinates in the Overwatch Council, so this kind of search appeared futile.
The present Jingdou was already different from the Jingdou of a year ago. The Overwatch Council had become the illegitimate child raised by his second mother, swaying in the bleak wind and bitter rain. If it were not for the fact that the Emperor had not completely gone senile, the officials would have long suggested the Emperor directly disband the Overwatch Council.
In the past, Fan Xian had always thought that with the three treasures in his body, he could go anywhere in the world. Thus, no matter what kind of danger he encountered after his rebirth, he had never truly lost confidence. Even when facing Ye Liuyun's sword and the Emperor's finger, he still felt that he was the most ruthless person in the world.
His three treasures were the poisoned crossbow, the poisoned dagger, and Uncle Wu Zhu. Presently, Uncle Wu Zhu had become an idiot. The chest had also disappeared. What could he do?
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Fan manor, Duke Liu manor, King Jing manor, Yan manor, Prince Heqing manor, the Overwatch Council on Tianhe River, a yamen by the Supreme Court, a small manor in the south of the city … all of the places Fan Xian could have come into contact with had the court's spies. A number of times, Fan Xian almost ran into the Ascetic Monks wearing the straw hats.
Since he couldn't figure out where the chest was, then he didn't think about it. Fan Xian was such a ruthless person. Compared to that, confirming the Emperor's current physical and mental state was the most important.
Although there were intelligence reports gathered in his hands, he did not completely trust them. The Emperor in the Palace was best at enduring, lying, and killing. It was like this at Dong Mountain. It had been like this many times. Fan Xian didn't want to make a mistake because he knew the Emperor would never give him another chance to make a mistake.
Strangely, the Emperor and Fan Xian could not completely sort out each other's emotions. However, once they thought of each other, their emotions would calm and cool down. All that was left was to kill.
There was no need to say it to anyone or announce it to the sun and moon. Killing each other seemed to have become some sort of spiritual support for the two of them to live in this world. It had to be said that this was a rather sorrowful matter.
In order to obtain the truest information in the Palace, Fan Xian thought for a long time in the inn and chose the Ye manor. The Ye manor was a loyal family. Ye Zhong was the Head of the Bureau of Military Affairs, and Ye Wan was the Commander of the Jingdou Garrison. The Emperor trusted them to the extreme, so he would not send spies to keep watch.
In the present world, there were not many places that could stop Fan Xian from sneaking in. Thus, when the worried Ye Ling'er suddenly saw a green-clothed manservant appear like a ghost in front of her, her expression changed dramatically. However, this brave girl of a family of generals was not a weak woman. She did not call out to him. Instead, her expression darkened. She pulled out the knife at her waist and, without hesitation, chopped down.
"It's me," Fan Xian said. A tired smile rose to the corners of his lips.
"It's you?" Ye Ling'er looked in disbelief at his unfamiliar face and couldn't speak for a long time. She had not thought that this young teacher would still be alive and able to come back alive from the Temple.
After talking for a while, Fan Xian tiredly lowered his head. It looked like the Emperor's health was truly failing. Furthermore, from Consort Mei's death and the royal family's arrangements for the little prince, his heart moved slightly. With unusual accuracy, he grasped the Emperor's thoughts and emotions.
It was a faint sense of old age. It looked like the powerful Emperor had successively suffered heavy blows from his closest son and official. Not only his body, but even his spirit had sunk into the lowest period of his life.
Why had the Emperor chosen this time to begin the Northern expedition? Was it because he felt that he didn't have much time left, so he needed to hurry?
In order to knock the Emperor off his divine altar, Fan Xian had not hesitated to use spears, swords, and people's hearts. He had used the shameless thoughts he had cultivated in two lifetimes to use the world as a threat and the people as a threat. Only then had he finally succeeded in creating the present situation. The Emperor was old and had emotions. Naturally, he was weak. This was the situation he had been most looking forward to seeing. Why did Fan Xian not feel a glimmer of joy in his heart?
Not only was Fan Xian not happy, on the contrary, he was perplexed. He sat in the chair in front of Ye Ling'er with both feet on the surface of the chair. His hands were wrapped around his knees, and his face was pressed against his legs. He silently sank into thought, giving off a feeling of unusual exhaustion.
Ye Ling'er saw his posture. Her eyes lit up slightly and then quickly turned into a deep sorrow. She thought of someone. Perhaps it was because she thought of someone that she did not ask Fan Xian where the other person was.
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The sun gradually moved toward the west. A patch of twilight shone on the Ye manor. Ye Wan stepped into the back garden with a heavy expression. Perhaps it was because of the tense battle in the North or because the entire Jingdou was on guard against the return of that person, the Palace did not strictly order him to leave the capital and return to camp. On the contrary, the Emperor had left an oral order for him to follow the yamen to investigate matters.
His father, Ye Zhong, should still be in the Bureau of Military Affairs analyzing military reports and drawing up strategies. He would probably have to stay up all night. Ye Wan did not feel a glimmer of envy or resentment. He knew better than anyone that although the Northern expedition had already begun, it could not end in a short time because there was still an important goal that had not been reached.
It was precisely because Ye Zhong was not in the manor that Ye Wan's footsteps appeared lighter. His relationship with his father had always been poor. Otherwise, he would not have stayed in Nanzhao for so many years. Even the people of Jingdou had almost forgotten about his existence.
However, Ye Wan and Ye Ling'er's relationship was very good. Perhaps it was because they had not seen each other for many years, but the brother and sister seemed particularly close.
Ye Wan prepared to go to the back garden to see his sister, so he did not bring any subordinates or guards. However, the moment he entered the back garden, the first thing he saw was not his sister's figure. Instead, it was a green-clothed servant.
The green-clothed servant bowed humbly with his back hunched and prepared to leave.
However, Ye Wan narrowed his eyes. The moment he entered the garden, he had already noticed that there was something wrong with the position of this strangely ordinary green-clothed servant's feet.
This was a very fine place. The green-clothed servant's feet appeared casual, but Ye Wan knew that as long as this person moved his back foot, his entire body would be able to rise. Of course, this was an ability that only aces of their level could have.
Was he too vigilant? The cold light in Ye Wan's narrowed eyes gradually froze. He looked at the back of the green-clothed servant who brushed past him and suddenly asked, "Why did you come back?"
The green-clothed servant's figure paused slightly and slowly stopped his steps. He then turned around with unusual calmness and looked at the young master of the Ye manor. With great interest, he asked, "Ye Wan? Even like this, you could see through me. Although it was because I was careless, you are indeed … not bad. "
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When Fan Xian unexpectedly ran into Ye Wan in the Ye manor, Wu Zhu, who had entered the capital with him, was wearing the large bamboo hat and strolling through Jingdou. When it came to the present Wu Zhu, Fan Xian no longer knew what words to use to describe his feeling of defeat. This forever 15-year-old young warrior covered in black cloth had not only lost his memory, he had even forgotten much of the knowledge of survival in this world.
Fan Xian had stayed in Jingdou for many days. Wu Zhu had also stayed by the window of the inn for many days. Although the black cloth covered his eyes, Fan Xian always felt that he could see the desire and curiosity in his eyes.
Wu Zhu still did not speak and remained silent like a pale walking machine. He only unconsciously followed Fan Xian's footsteps. Fortunately, Fan Xian was most skilled in dealing with idiotic children. Da Bao was coaxed well by him, and Wu Zhu was no exception. Along the way, there were no major problems.
However, the body that seemed to have lost its soul always made Fan Xian's heart ache uncontrollably. Thus, he no longer stopped Wu Zhu from leaving the inn and strolling. Truthfully speaking, he could not stop him. As long as Wu Zhu could remember the way back to the inn, it was fine. Fan Xian was also not worried about Wu Zhu's safety. In his opinion, there was no one in this world who could harm him.
However, Fan Xian seemed to have forgotten that right now, Wu Zhu was like an ignorant and curious child. Even more troublesome was that Wu Zhu's brain did not have the slightest possibility of harming humans.
Thus, the black-clothed Wu Zhu seemed to be at ease in Jingdou, but in reality, he was strolling dangerously. He did not attack and did not care about anything. He only watched through the black cloth, looking at this strange yet familiar city.
Wu Zhu walked through the streets and alleys, looking curiously at the candied haws and listening to the people in the tea shops passionately discussing the war situation in the north. He walked through the long alley, crossed the Tianhe River, and came to the edge of the square of the Royal Palace.
He tilted his head curiously and looked through the black cloth at the glorious front gate of the Royal Palace. For some reason, a thread of irrepressible irritation rose in his icy heart.
Smack! A small stone smashed into his body, followed by many more. The children in Jingdou had no idea that the man wearing the straw hat was the most dangerous existence in the world. They desperately smashed him with stones.
"Throwing idiots! Throwing idiots! "
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Wu Zhu did not move at all, allowing the children to throw stones. He looked at the front gate of the Royal Palace and suddenly said to himself, "This seems to be called the Meridian Gate. It's used to kill people."
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