Hearing that the young master was interested, Fan Mou hurriedly said to stop him: "Master...nephew, no, Xiao Yushen is an unpredictable person, so he must not take any risks."
When the young master heard this, a smile appeared on his lips: "In danger? I'm afraid we are already in danger."
His heart panicked, and even the three strands of gray beard under his chin trembled. Fan Mou hurriedly asked, "Why did you say this?"
The young master did not hide his face and suppressed his smile. His originally handsome face seemed to be filled with a look that made people afraid to look directly at him. He said softly: "Hejiabao is gone. Do you know the news?"
"When did this happen? How could I not know..."
"Of course you don't know. You know that these things are all in your hands. The so-called Golden Sword Sect is no longer under your control. I know better than you who Wang Heng is. If we want to deal with him and you,
If you have time to make a choice, I think he will choose him without hesitation. This is imperial power and orthodoxy..." The young master said, his eyes filled with unwillingness and desire.
Seeing that Fan Mou didn't seem to believe his words, the young master just smiled and lowered his head, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Fan Mou.
Fan Mou took the secret letter. After opening it, he only glanced at it for a few times before his expression changed drastically. However, Fan Mou was also a man who had experienced storms. In just a moment, he restored his previous respectful expression, closed the letter and handed it back respectfully.
To the young master.
Very satisfied with Fan Mou's calm behavior, the young master received the letter and rubbed it gently with his long palms. The letter turned into powder and scattered with the wind. Then he said: "From what you see, what should I do with it?"
His brows were not furrowed, his eyes were not narrowed, Fan Mou's expression was indifferent, but there was a trace of cruelty in his slightly lowered eyes, which passed away briefly and buried deep in his eyes. The moment the young master opened his mouth, his narrow eyes returned to their previous respectful look.
He was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Wang Heng is good at making decisions and caused trouble in Yanbei. How to deal with it depends entirely on the master... Young Master."
The young master looked at Fan Mou and saw that Mr. Fan was standing with a bow, not moving at all. It was impossible to see what he was thinking. He just looked away and said softly: "It is better to abandon your son to gain power than to love your son to survive."
Even though Fan Mou was very deep in the city, when he heard the young master's words, his slightly closed eyes couldn't help but open. I don't know whether he was frightened by the momentum that the young master exuded when he spoke, or he understood the meaning of the young master's words, and his narrow eyes were no longer focused.
There was a bright light, and the body seemed to be trembling constantly.
The slight change in Fan Mou's body had already caught the eyes of the young master beside him. He gathered away the zhenqi scattered from his body. The young master reached out and patted Fan Mou's shoulder. A stream of zhenqi penetrated into Fan Mou's body and untied him.
Dilemma: "You said that Qi Yun's scholar Xiao Fu is deeply unpredictable and cannot take personal risks."
Fan Mou didn't know what the young master wanted to do when he brought the topic back to Xiao Xiang, so he could only nod his head in agreement.
The young master took back his slender palm from Fan Mou's shoulder, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Fan Mou beside him: "Instead of begging him, it's better to be a favor."
Instantly understanding, Fan Mou suddenly raised his head and wanted to speak, but he met the gentle look in the young master's eyes. Instantly, a chill penetrated his whole body, not just cold, but a chill that penetrated into his bones, so that any words of dissuasion that came to his lips were ignored by this cold.
Freeze.
Not only was he unable to speak, he couldn't even move. He could only watch the young master pace away. It wasn't until he heard a gentle word about three to five feet away that Fan Mou felt a lightness on his body, and he seemed to be able to move.
He took a deep breath to relieve the blockage in his chest.
"You go and make arrangements. I want to visit that Qi Yun scholar at night."
Fan Mou knew very well that what he felt just now was that the young master was inflicting a small punishment on him. He did not dare to say anything more, but bowed far away in the direction of the young master, and then quickly left the garden of the mansion.
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Under the cover of night, ten guards from the Nine Gates lined up to patrol the inner city of Jianglin. The return of Master Duanmu to the capital a few days ago caused quite a stir among the guards from the Nine Gates. During the inspection, everyone was still whispering.
"Have you heard about it?"
"What did you hear?"
"Master Duanmu knelt in front of Prime Minister Xiao's Mansion for half the night."
"Shhh... don't talk nonsense about this matter. Lord Duanmu is a popular figure in the eyes of the Holy Emperor. If this word gets out, you will reap the rewards."
The whispers of the nine guards reached the ears of the captain at the front.
, the captain turned around and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up, everyone, this is the foot of the imperial city, be careful with your tongues."
All the guards shut up and shrank their heads, not daring to make any more noise. Just when they were about to continue patrolling, they heard the sound of "squeaking, squeaking" coming from the dim street.
Before the Yuan Day Festival, there was an unsolved case of "ghosts walking at night" in the inner city of Jianglin. Upon hearing the sound, a group of nine gate guards drew their knives in their hands and looked at the place where the sound came from with vigilance.
When the two small sedans slowly emerged from the darkness and the word "Fan" hung on the front of the sedans was revealed, the guards of the Nine Gates relaxed a little. The leading Nine Gates captain remained alert and signaled the people behind them to use their crossbows.
Lowering his head, he sheathed his sword and stepped forward quickly to meet him.
"May I ask who is Prime Minister Fan in the sedan chair?" Captain Jiumen clasped his fists in salute and stopped in front of the sedan bearer.
On normal days, the bearers of the Fan Mansion would have shouted loudly, but today they were ordered by their master not to make any noise. Faced with the obstruction of the Nine Gate Captain, they had no choice but to stop and look at the single sedan behind them.
"That's the truth." Fan Mou's voice came from the sedan chair.
Hearing Fan Mou's voice, the Nine Gates Captain knelt down with a military salute and said: "It is not what I want to disturb Prime Minister Fan, but I have laws in Qiyun. In this inner city..."
"Okay, naturally the true nature of Qi Yun's law is clearer than yours. It's just that Mr. Xiao has never visited me since he returned to Beijing. There were many people during the day, so it was difficult to understand, so I visited him at night." A calm voice came from the sedan chair.
The Nine Guards were in a dilemma. According to Qiyun's law, even if Fan Mou was not held responsible for violating the curfew and walking at night, he still had to check the people in the two sedans. However, the person in the sedan in front of him was the right minister of the court, so he hesitated and said.
: "It turns out...that's how it is, it's just...according to the law, I want to..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a cold snort coming from the sedan, followed by a stern scolding: "What's the matter, you still want to find out the true identity of the sedan?"
The Nine Gates Captain was shocked. He was well aware of Fan Mou's power in the court, but his duty was that if Fan Mou was not searched today because of his identity as right minister, once it was leaked, his position as a small captain would be greatly affected.
, fearing that there was no guarantee, I could only speak with a little embarrassment: "I don't dare, but..."
There was silence in the field. It was still cold in early spring, but there were beads of sweat on the forehead of Captain Jiumen. But a moment later, a clear voice came from the sedan behind Fan Mou: "Second uncle, they are just following orders.
Just don’t embarrass them.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the single-person sedan behind Fan Mou made a soft knocking sound. The bearer immediately understood and hurriedly lowered the sedan pole and opened the curtain. He saw a young man with a warm smile bowing his head and walking out.
Kneeling in front of the sedan chair, Captain Jiumen, stretched out his hand to help him up.
"My lord, that's not what my second uncle meant. It's just that he and Prime Minister Xiao haven't seen each other for many years. They wanted to talk about their relationship with each other, so..." The young master said, taking out a small coin from his arms.
The small silver ingot held up the Nine Gate Captain for a moment, then stuffed it into his hand calmly.
The captain of the Nine Gates School was stunned. Not to mention that the person in the sedan chair was the Right Chancellor of the DPRK. He did not dare to accept the money from anyone in the inner city of Jiang Lin. He hurriedly declined and said: "It is my duty as a lower official."
I don’t dare to accept the money from your prime minister. As for what the young master said, the lower official will let it go. But if anyone asks, please forgive me for reporting the crime to the lower official truthfully."
Hearing these words, the same knocking sound was heard in the sedan chair. Then Fan Mou came out in regular clothes and said calmly with a superior aura: "Don't worry, if someone asks about tonight's incident, just report it truthfully.
, Also, the residence of Prime Minister Xiao is just ahead. I will not take the sedan chair. I will go with my nephew, so you don’t have to be in trouble."
Hearing this, the captain of the Nine Gates School felt as if he had received an amnesty. He thanked him profusely and did not dare to say anything else. He hurriedly saluted and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your understanding. I will resign now."
Seeing the Nine Gate Guards gradually disappearing into the long street of the inner city, Fan Mou turned around and waved slightly to the bearers behind him, indicating that they should go back home first.
When the young master next to him saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward and held Fan Mou's arm affectionately. Fan Mou looked pleased, and slowly walked towards the residence of Prime Minister Xiao not far ahead with the support of the young master.
Looking up at the gate of Xiao Mansion, it is not at all as grand as Fan Mansion, but the two couplets on the left and right pillars eclipse all the high-end mansions in the inner city of Jianglin.
The young master who was supporting Fan Mou slowly raised his head and glanced at "A cup of warm wine to talk and laugh with the world"
"Ding, Badoucai thought of waving his sleeves to fight the past and the present", his brows were raised slightly, and the excitement in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.
"Nephew, knock on the door and hand over the greeting card." Fan Mou beside him could clearly feel the change in his master's mood. Although the instructions were from a superior position, he spoke with a hint of respect.
Awakened by Fan Mou's words, the young master withdrew his gaze, calmed down for a moment, and stepped forward, but before he could get closer, he heard a heavy sound coming from the door of the mansion. The closed door slowly opened, and there was a man standing in the door.
It's a cardamom girl.
Their eyes met, and the young master couldn't help but his eyebrows lit up. Under his dark eyebrows, his eyes were as clear as lake water, and his pink cheeks were just beginning to bloom. He was so beautiful and intelligent that he couldn't be described. Even a person like the young master couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Grandpa Xiao said that a distinguished guest is here tonight. I didn't expect him to come so late. Grandpa Xiao has been waiting for a long time." The cardamom girl said, pouting her little mouth, her pretty face already full of "I'm angry."
” expression and started complaining.
The young master's handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, the corners of his lips were slightly opened, and a warm smile appeared on his face. He bowed slightly and said, "I apologize for keeping the girl waiting...I..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the cardamom girl didn't seem to pay attention to her expression. She still pouted her little mouth, turned to the side and continued to complain: "Okay, I have finished what Grandpa Xiao told me. I have gone back to the room, and I will leave it to you later.
Two uncles."
The young master was stunned and realized that he had made a mistake. It turned out that the girl's words were not meant for him. He couldn't help but feel awkward on the spot, and he couldn't move forward or retreat.
The cardamom girl didn't care about the young master's embarrassing behavior. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around gracefully and walked towards the house on her own. Not only did she leave behind her beautiful shadow, she also took the young master's gaze away with her.
"Ahem!"
A dry cough brought the young master back to his senses. Looking at each other, he saw that the man inside the mansion had been replaced by a man wearing ordinary clothes. This man's eyes were very bright, and his resolute face was full of hatred.
You can already tell by his appearance that he has been in the military for many years.
"Ah, I, Fan Zijun, have sent me a greeting card on behalf of my uncle Fan Mou, and I have come to pay a visit to Prime Minister Xiao." In just a moment, the young master had put aside the embarrassment on his face and bowed respectfully to the disciple.
The person who opened the door was surprised. These children from rich families have the highest level of attention. It is really not easy for them to be so polite to a mere doorkeeper like themselves.
He walked forward slowly and took the invitation with both hands. For a moment, he heard another sound from Prime Minister Xiao's house, but the sound was like a huge thunder, causing several people in front of the door to raise their eyes and look up.
A rough man with thick eyebrows and a black face and a short beard has come quickly. He grabs the greeting card before the resolute-faced man. Then he ignores the young man in front of him and stands facing the steps with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed.
Make a plan to speak.
"Old Fan, don't be pretentious, my Prime Minister Xiao has been waiting for you for a long time!"