The official continued coldly, "We always knew that Drunken Immortal Tavern was your secret plot, but it was useless, so we just kept an eye on it. Who would have thought that you would be so daring as to do such a thing and then try to escape? How could there be such a simple thing in this world?"
After Si Lili and her party were captured on the border, she learned that their every move had been secretly observed by the Overwatch Council. She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She was terrified of the Qing Emperor's secret agency.
Seeing that the official was about to ride away, Si Lili suddenly screamed, "You'd better kill me now! Otherwise, in a moment, that person in the court will come and save me! "
The official frowned and looked at her. He suddenly said, "It should be that person who will send someone to kill you." Just as he finished speaking, on the hillside in front of the prisoner carriage, there appeared, as everyone expected, people blocking their way. But no one had expected that the people blocking their way would be the Horse Gang, which bordered the northern border of the Qing Kingdom and the small kingdoms. Although there were only a few dozen of them, they were angry and brandishing their knives. Against the Overwatch Council, which only had a dozen people, anyone with eyes could tell who would win this encounter.
Although there were not many Horse Bandits, they dared to appear in a place only 500 li from Jingdou. Furthermore, the provincial soldiers guarding Jingdou did not know about it. If the people of the world knew, it would certainly cause an uproar in the court. Si Lili's face had become deathly pale. Although she wasn't a smart person, she knew that if she fell into those people's hands, she would certainly be silenced.
The official didn't seem to have imagined that the court official would have connections with the Horse Gang on the border. His expression seemed a little nervous. He approached the prisoner carriage and said, "Si Lili, it seems that you and I will both die here. At a time like this, why don't you tell me which court official is colluding with Northern Qi? If a few of my subordinates manage to escape, they can report this to the court and avenge us."
Si Lili's long eyelashes drooped. Thinking that she was about to die here, she wanted to cry. She was about to speak when she suddenly thought of something strange. She raised her head and said coldly, "Sir, you're trying to scare me again."
The official didn't seem to expect Si Lili to see through his trick. He frowned imperceptibly.
Si Lili said sorrowfully, "Sir, you should know what kind of business I do. I've learned to read people's expressions since I was young. Sir's voice trembled a little, but your grip on the cart was steady and relaxed. Clearly, you weren't worried. It seems like this ambush is something that you have long anticipated. "
"Not bad." Only now did the official realize that this beautiful woman had the potential to be a spy. He smiled and said, "If we can't even guess something like this, then the Overwatch Council wouldn't be the Overwatch Council."
While the two of them were talking, dozens of horses had already rushed down from the small slope. A silent murderous aura soared into the sky. This kind of formation was obviously not something that the Horse Gang should have.
Around the prison carriage, the people of the Overwatch Council had already set up a semicircle of defense. However, there were too few people, so it looked sparse and pitiful. However, for some reason, in the face of the ferocious cavalry, these people's faces were filled with solemnity, as if they had already disregarded life and death.
"Hold...!" The leading official clenched his right fist and stared coldly at the approaching riders. His yell was in a neutral tone. If Fan Xian had been listening, he would have thought of the English word "hold" he often heard in movies in his previous life.
The cavalry disguised as the Horse Gang came closer and closer. The leading official suddenly took a step back, straightened his right arm, and roared, "Ready!" At this moment, the Overwatch Council soldiers, who had been in a semi-circular defensive formation, suddenly changed their formation. They formed a sharp and sudden stance. Even more terrifying was that they had taken out hard crossbows from somewhere. Raising them level, they aimed at the riders in front of them.
The distance between the two sides was too close. The leader of the cavalry had a strange look in his eyes. He pulled on the reins and sped up, making a turn and going around the front of the cavalry. To be able to suddenly accelerate and make a turn at such a high speed showed that his horsemanship was superb.
"Fire!" As the leader of the cavalry pulled on the reins of his horse, the leading official of the Overwatch Council quietly gave the order.
A volley of crossbow bolts flew out. Although they were not concentrated, the power of the springs made the bolts fly abnormally fast. They hissed in the air, sounding very frightening. There were a number of muffled grunts. The riders at the front were hit by the crossbow bolts and fell heavily to the ground. The riders at the back were ready to charge forward, but they did not expect the Overwatch Council to use repeating crossbows!
This kind of repeating crossbow was a weapon that had only appeared in the world 20 years ago. The quiver could hold eight crossbow bolts, and it was the most terrifying enemy of light cavalry. Seeing this formation and seeing the crossbow bolts coming at them, the cavalry suddenly panicked. They split into two groups and went around the prisoner carriage, preparing to take them in from the sides.
If they had charged directly, perhaps the effect would have been better. But there were no ifs in this world. As they went around, a few more riders fell to the ground. Even more frightening, they found that there was an ambush behind the prisoner carriage!
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Seeing the attire of the ambushers, the group of riders disguised as mounted bandits suddenly lost their will to fight. They no longer cared about killing the women in the prisoner carriage, and they scattered in all directions.
Lying in ambush at the back was a group of riders dressed in black armor. It was the same group that Fan Xian saw when he opened his eyes in this world. When Director Chen Pingping of the Overwatch Council left the capital to deal with Council affairs, His Majesty had specially approved the personal cavalry of His Majesty — the Black Knights!
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The Black Knights silently charged forward, like a pack of wolves tearing into a flock of sheep. They surrounded the dozens of riders disguised as bandits, and quickly killed them all.
"Keep them alive! Keep them alive! " Fei Jie, who was sitting on the side of the carriage behind the Black Knights, saw this scene and anxiously cried out. "Don't kill them all."
The curtain at the side of the carriage was lifted by a skinny hand. The old man in the carriage looked around and said coldly, "Fei Jie, you're really confused because of your concern. I'm afraid these little bastards don't even know who their master is. Just leave the leader alive."
Fei Jie cursed. "Master Fan took advantage of our absence to get little Fan Xian into the capital. Something almost happened. How can I not be worried?"
The old man snorted and smoothed out the wool blanket on his knees. "I was visiting my hometown," he lectured. "You wanted to sneak out of the capital. Who can you blame?"
Ten years later, Fei Jie still looked the same. His hair was white, and his eyes were brown. He frowned. "Who knows what Master Fan is up to? Master, when you return to the capital, you should have a chat with Count Sinan."
This old man was Chen Pingping, who controlled the dark forces of the world. He smiled and looked at the confused cavalry leader in the distance. "Of course I understand what Fan Jian is thinking," he said lightly. "But what he is thinking... is simply nonsense! If you want these things, you might as well not have them... "he repeated."... might as well not have them. "
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Just as the two of them were talking, the leader of the riders had long fled into the distance. He quickly became a small black dot in the distance. It was clear that he had fallen into the Overwatch Council's ambush. However, even in death, he did not understand why Chen Pingping, who was visiting his family in his hometown, would appear outside Cangzhou in the north of the Qing Kingdom.
When he saw the Black Knights, he knew he had lost. Facing the sinister and ruthless Director Chen, even his true master could only maintain his composure, let alone him. He had taken the initiative to escape, so he was farther away from the Black Knights. The Black Knights seemed to be tired after a long and arduous journey. After chasing for two li, they saw that the distance between them was getting farther and farther, and could only return to camp.
"Has Zong Zhui gone?" Chen Pingping quietly asked one of his personal attendants.
The attendant bowed and responded.
At that moment, a gray rider came galloping out of the forest in the distance, quietly following the fleeing leader.
"That is not Zong Zhui." Fei Jie frowned.
Chen Pingping stared at the gray shadow, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed. "Since he let us see him, he must be one of us... to be able to maintain the same level as Zong Zhui, I remember there was such a person in the Council many years ago."
"Wang Qinian?"
"Yes." Chen Pingping smiled. "It seems that the young man we were worried about has finally learned something."
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After sending Wang Qinian out of the capital, Fan Xian could not show his face in public due to his injury, so he went to less of the planned bookstore and lived a life of seclusion. But now, he had long become famous in the capital, especially those two poems that were completely inconsistent with his experience. They made him the center of controversy. Those who supported him saw him as a genius in the poetry world, while those who opposed him saw him as a representative figure who wrote new poems to express his sorrow — but no one knew that even these seven words had been brought to this world by Fan Xian.
There were also rumors of plagiarism in the dark, but "Ten thousand miles of sorrowful autumn is always a guest" was too dazzling, and no one dared to stand out and say that they had written it, so this rumor had not been brought to light. But Fan Xian knew that such a day would come. Because Guo Baokun's father was the minister of the Board of Rites, and the Guo family was associated with the literary world, Fan Xian had never been afraid of using the worst of intentions to deduce … so-called scholars.
Because of the coexistence of controversy and reputation, there were often scholars who participated in the poetry meetings at King Jing's manor who would take the initiative to come to Fan Manor, in the name of visiting the young master who had survived a disaster. In reality, they were secretly handing over their poems, hoping to get a word or two from Fan Xian.
Fan Xian always patiently received them, but he was very stingy with his evaluation of their poems. After all, he had long been prepared to leave the "literary world" and go into business like Zhang Xianliang. Moreover, he did not think he had the qualifications. He was only sixteen years old, and was only relying on the wisdom of a sage from his previous life. Was he going to take in some poets? That was too absurd!
Compared to his fame as a poet, what really made him famous in the capital and received the praise of most people was the assassination on Niulan Street.
Some of the details of the case that could be known to the common people gradually spread from the Overwatch Council — as the victim, Fan Xian, in such a dangerous situation, not only was he able to preserve his own life, but he also fought back bravely, beheading the Northern Qi assassin with his bare hands. Furthermore, the assassin was an eighth-level master — this fact made Fan Xian rise to a new level in the eyes of the scholars in the capital. No one said that he was an underground fighter for the Fan family anymore. Everyone was talking about the young master of the Fan family, who was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and who had bravely killed the Northern Qi assassin.
"To be able to compose a poem in seven steps, and to be able to kill in seven steps, that is Master Fan."
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