"This is not possible." Zhou Ji sat up and said seriously, "I have to rush to the temple before the polar night. I will let you stay for three more days at most to help you solve Yan Bingyun's problem. The rest is up to you.

Think of ways to."

Fan Xian curled his lips in disgust and waved his hands: "You can solve it by yourself. Without your jealousy, I won't be able to eat dumplings?"

After saying that, he jumped off the carriage, followed by the music of ceremony, and met the officials of Northern Qi one by one.

Zhou Ji sat in the carriage and looked at Fan Xian, who was much calmer and more mature than half a year ago, shaking his head and sighing.

He understood Fan Xian's mentality of meeting a close friend in a foreign land. In this completely unfamiliar world, Zhou Ji had actually regarded this sincere and kind Fan Xian as his best friend.

'At least solve one problem for him before leaving'

Zhou Ji picked up the sword case and got out of the car. When no one was paying attention, she called Guo Baokun into the carriage. She blended into the crowd, changed her disguise several times, and quietly slipped into the upper capital through another city gate.

...

Beijing was the ancient capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Although the streets were not wide, there were restaurants and restaurants along the way. They had green tiles and pale walls, and were shaded by tall trees. The scenery was quite beautiful. Unfortunately, although the scenery was beautiful, the faces of pedestrians on the streets were extremely ugly.

As soon as the motorcade entered the city gate, countless knight-errant warriors were surrounding the streets with swords and knives. Their eyes looking at the motorcade were filled with hostility and hatred. If there were not guards guarding them along the way, they would have swarmed up and hacked them to death on the street.

"Is this your country's way of hospitality?" Fan Xian, as the envoy of the envoy, led the team to travel. He sat in front of the carriage and looked at the people walking beside him with a heavy frown.

"The public resentment is boiling, and there is nothing I can do." A familiar fake smile appeared on Zhong Zhan's face, and he sneered: "Why don't Sir Fan get into the carriage and hide? Otherwise, rotten vegetables and shoes will be thrown in again, ruining your appearance."

"So no matter what happens, I will lose my national integrity?" Fan Xian snorted coldly, cupped his fists and said, "Master Shen has good tricks."

Although this method is a conspiracy, it is indeed somewhat sinister. He straightened his serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Master Fan has misunderstood."

Fan Xian stood up and jumped to the roof of the car, stretched out his hand to summon a Nanqing flag from the mission guard, and shouted provocatively: "This is the battle flag of the Seventh Battalion of the Qing Kingdom's border army. It was the first flag to be planted on your Northern Qi territory during the border battle."

This is the flag, and now this flag is about to enter your palace. Those who are still bloody brave can try to shoot me off the roof of the car and cut off the flagpole, but I am afraid there are no such heroes in Northern Qi!"

Hearing this, Zhong Zhong felt angry in his heart, but his expression did not change and he said in a cold voice: "Master Fan's move is probably a result of public outrage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhelin, a soldier from the Royal Forest Army's Tiger Roar Camp, jumped onto the carriage and drew his sword to slash at Fan Xian.

the other side.

Zhou Ji didn't know about Fan Xian's 'feat' after entering the city. Now Shen Zhong was quite afraid of him. If he waited until the mission arrived at Honglu Temple, he would be watched by the Jin Yiwei the whole time if he tried to go out again.

You must know that Jinyiwei is to Beijing what the Inspection Institute is to Kyoto. Decades of hard work has penetrated into every corner.

Looking around, there are countless whistles, both bright and hidden. Under the gaze of everyone, even Zhou Ji is not confident that he can avoid all sights.

Now Zhong Zhong and Fan Xian are entering the city to go to the palace, which is a great opportunity to find traces of Yan Bingyun.

If Yan Bingyun were delayed for one day, there was a possibility that the secret would be leaked.

The capital city is so big, trying to find someone under Jin Yiwei's nose is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's more, the other party is someone who Jin Yiwei deliberately hid and didn't want the Nanqing delegation to find.

Zhou Ji was sitting in a restaurant a few blocks away from the gate of Shen's Mansion. He asked for a private room on the top floor with the widest view. He took out a scope from his pocket and carefully observed the movements of Shen's Mansion.

He didn't remember whether there was a passage in the original work where Yan Bingyun was heavily hidden, but he remembered a little bit.

The heavy sister likes Yan Bingyun.

No matter how different this world is from the original work, as long as this is consistent, that's enough.

Zhou Ji waited at the window for a long time, and finally saw a carriage parked outside the door of Shen's mansion. The door was half opened, and a delicate woman in a blue and white dress hurriedly walked out with her maid.

Looking at the basket in the woman's hand, Zhou Ji's eyes lit up and he knew that this was the real owner.

Shen Wan'er (Why are there so many Wan'er...) argued with the maid in front of the carriage. Since Zhou Ji didn't dare to get too close, she couldn't hear clearly, but it didn't matter. She paid homage from a distance. Behind the carriage, one could already guess Yan Bingyun's general area by referring to the map of the capital city.

It's not appropriate to steal someone during the day. You have to do it quietly at night.

Zhong Sheng also knew that if the guards were too strict and there were too many sentry posts inside and outside, it would inevitably attract the attention of others.

Therefore, the small courtyard where Yan Bingyun was imprisoned was tight on the inside and loose on the outside. There were not many hidden sentries around the courtyard. There were only two guards guarding the courtyard with swords at the door. It looked like an ordinary merchant's house.

Zhou Ji found a relatively secluded high point a few streets away and used a scope to observe the number of sentry posts in the courtyard. The more he looked at it, the tighter his brows became.

While he was struggling, Shen Wan'er also left the courtyard reluctantly, returned to the carriage and covered her face with her sleeves, as if she had cried.

Zhou Ji thought, and a flash of light flashed in his mind, but he curled his lips with extreme resistance, unwilling to sacrifice like this for a stranger.

It would be most appropriate to leave this kind of matter to Fan Xian.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ji secretly chuckled, noted down the location of the courtyard, carefully evacuated, bypassed the Northern Qi rangers who were blocking the entrance of Honglu Temple, returned to the room, drank a pot of tea, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know the difficulty of rescuing Yan Bingyun. The capital is so big, it is really not easy to find clues." Fan Xian and Wang Qinian had just come back from outside at this time. Looking at Zhou Ji's lazy appearance, they couldn't help laughing: " I have found out the location of Yan Bingyun's former residence, do you want to go and have a look together?"

"Of course you can think of the heaviness you can think of." Zhou Ji curled his lips and said, "He has been operating in Shangjing City for so many years. Although he is not as good as Chen Pingping's control of Kyoto City, he has penetrated into many corners. I bet that as long as If you dare to go to Yan Bingyun’s former residence, I’ll definitely wait for you in the house first.”

Fan Xian, who was poured cold water on Zhou Ji, gradually calmed down, smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said, "But now there is only this clue."

Zhou Ji coughed lightly and pretended to be mysterious: "No need to go to such trouble, I have already found the place where Yan Bingyun is being held."

"What!"

Not only Fan Xian, but also Wang Qinian showed a shocked expression. To be fair, if they were serious, they would definitely imprison Yan Bingyun in an extremely secret place, and the Nanqing delegation would never be able to find him.
Chapter completed!