Celebrating more than two years of peace in the world

Chapter 2 Entering the Palace to Face the Holy Spirit
Inside the imperial study.

Eunuch Hou stood leaning forward in front of Emperor Qing, silently waiting for the emperor's instructions, while Emperor Qing sat on the mat with a normal face, gently flipping through the memorial in his hand, without saying anything.

It didn't know when it started to rain outside, and it sprinkled on the lake behind Guanchaomen, and the koi jumped out of the water, cheering happily.

After about a stick of incense, Emperor Qing opened his mouth slowly.

"Call in."

Eunuch Hou retreated slowly, and after a while the young man dressed in white walked into the royal study.

Yan Bingyun followed the emperor's etiquette and knelt down on the ground, "My minister Yan Bingyun, see Your Majesty."

The wet clothes wet the soft carpet, and he had been kneeling outside for a long time.

"Hmm." Emperor Qing snorted, but his eyes still stayed on the memorial in his hand, took a deep breath, put the finished memorial by his hand after a while, and turned his gaze to Yan Bingyun, The boy didn't dare to raise his head, and kept kneeling all the time.

"Yan Bingyun." Emperor Qing repeated his name.

"The minister is here." Yan Bingyun said.

"Talk." Emperor Qing stretched out his hand, and Eunuch Hou handed the teacup to His Majesty.

Yan Bingyun didn't dare to flatten if he didn't hear Pingshen. When he said this, he hesitated for a moment, and then realized that he was here to report on various affairs of the Northern Qi Dynasty, so he began to narrate.

"I sneaked into Northern Qi under the name of a spy, and the summary from last year to this year is all recorded in this book." Yan Bingyun took out a letter from his bosom and presented it, but he hadn't waited for his father-in-law to go. Then, Emperor Qing coughed.

"You can just enter the Overwatch Council. What I want you to talk about is what happened when you returned to Qing from Northern Qi."

A drop of sweat dripped from Yan Bingyun's temples, he held his breath, he also knew what the Holy Majesty was asking.

"When the ministers entered the border of the Qing Kingdom, they encountered ambushes and intercepted the mission. In the carriage, the ministers only heard shouts and came out to fight with their swords. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian, the commissioner of the Supervisory Council, had already been hit by the sword. Thanks to the timely support from the Tiger Guards, we were saved from death..."

"Crack..."

The sound of a teacup breaking.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Bingyun didn't look up.

With the sound of shattering, his body trembled, and he firmly grasped the hair tassels on the floor in front of him, without saying a word.

"Let's go down. We are exhausted, take a good rest." Emperor Qing's voice was very low.

Yan Bingyun thanked His Majesty, turned and left the imperial study.

A few court ladies came in to clean up the mess. Emperor Qing stared at the fragments of the teacup with blazing eyes, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Does he dare to lie to me?"

Eunuch Hou has followed Emperor Qing for many years, and his skills of observing words and demeanor have already been perfected. He can read Bingyun's words clearly and understand Emperor Qing's meaning, so he said, "Of course I don't dare, but with a clear face When you are a sage, everyone will inevitably have to protect themselves and say something that is beneficial to themselves, if you look into it...in fact, there is no truth or falsehood."

Emperor Qing slowly closed his eyes, and said slowly, "I gave them a day to go to court tomorrow morning and see what is right and what is wrong."

"Yes." Eunuch Hou naturally knew what Emperor Qing was talking about, so he hurriedly ran out of the door of the imperial study room, summoning the order to leave.

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There were crowds of people big and small at the gate of Fan Mansion, headed by Fan Jian, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs of the Qing Dynasty, and other people were divided into the left and right sides of the bureau. Liu Ruyu supported her son Fan Sizhe, clenched his fist tightly, and her eyes were full of worry.Fan Ruoruo stood at the front of the line, looking around to the end of the road, and at the moment when the carriage appeared staggeringly, her heart rose in her throat.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Fan Ruoruo took the lead and quickly opened the door curtain, "Brother!"

Fan Xian raised his head, the number one talented woman in the capital city had already lost weight, and her complexion was slightly pale.It has been three days since the news of the mission's assassination reached the capital city. During these three days, everyone in the Fan family lived in fear. After all, they didn't know whether it was Fan Xian himself or a cold corpse that came back. Fortunately, the letter from the Overwatch Council this morning informed everyone that Fan Xian was not dead, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

She winked and blinked three times. This was a message. How clever Fan Ruoruo was, she understood it immediately. After putting down the car curtain, she nodded to Fan Jian and went back to the mansion secretly.

Seeing his daughter's movements, Fan Jian felt confident, so he naturally ordered his servants to make way, and let Fan Xian return to the mansion first no matter what.

"My lord, I'm back." Gao Da looked dignified, not knowing how to explain.

Fan Jian looked at him with unusually cold eyes, and he had the intention of reproaching him but he didn't say anything. It was impossible for his city to say anything here. He just turned his head expressionlessly and entered the courtyard.It is impossible for Gundam Freedom to reveal the unspeakable secrets in person now, but he really feels that he has violated Fan Jian's instructions, and he feels that he cannot absolve himself of the blame.

Back in the room, there was a dark group of people standing around the bed, their voices were endless, and Liu Ruyu and Fan Sizhe were the loudest.

"Brother, are you better? Tell me which guy did it!"

"Oh, what's going on here... the fish soup my aunt made for you, you should drink it while it's hot! What's going on in the kitchen! Don't you know what to eat when the young master comes back? Where are those pastries?"

"Brother, tell me! Who is it!"

"Ouch……"

"..."

With Fan Ruoruo's help, they got the caring two out, and when she handed the soup to Fan Xian, Fan Xian sat up.

"Can it work? The wound..." Fan Ruoruo looked at the gauze that was still oozing blood.

"It's nothing." Fan Xian took the bowl and drank it by himself, "Don't tell me, Auntie's craftsmanship is indeed getting better and better."

"That's right, don't look at what Auntie was like before. This time I heard that something happened to you, but I was really exhausted physically and mentally. I didn't think about eating and drinking, and prayed day and night. After knowing that you came back safely, I stayed up all day for you Fish soup and chicken soup." Fan Ruoruo saw that her brother was in good health, so she was naturally extremely happy.

"Thank you, Auntie." Fan Xian sighed, drinking up the fish soup in the bowl as a thank you.

"What's going on?" Fan Ruoruo asked, "How could such a thing happen on the way? I heard that the Northern Qi rebels learned that you took important information, and the entire Jinyiwei defected to kill you."

"It's Yan Bingyun." Fan Xian said.

Fan Ruoruo looked at him puzzled, "Yan Bingyun? You went so far to save him, why did he attack you suddenly? Could it be that he has already defected to Bei Qi? No... I heard that at night, Yan Bingyun also entered Yushufang Miansheng, if he turned against Beiqi, his Majesty would not kill him? Then why did he want to hurt you?"

"Bitter trick."

"Oh? I saw the bitter meat, what about it?"

"The plan is still on the way." Fan Xian put the fish soup bowl aside with a satisfied face, wiped his mouth and said, "Even if Yan Bingyun enters the palace today to meet the saint, I believe His Majesty will not do anything to him, just want to see Take a look at his position."

"What do you mean?"

"Your Majesty has eyes and ears. The old man must have been aware of the situation of this matter. The dead Xie Bi'an is to blame. Of course, the people around him are clear about who he is, but this matter affects too much. Big, the face of the royal family has already been put on the stage. If it is made public, the execution of the second prince is a trivial matter, but it will have a great impact on the whole country of Qing and even other countries. You can see clearly what is right and what is wrong. What civil and military officials are waiting for is nothing more than the separation of the court tomorrow morning."

"Is it possible to forget it like this?" Fan Ruoruo was puzzled.

"Your Majesty has already made a good start. Isn't the document for Yan Xiaoyi already out? Naturally, he has expressed his attitude. This matter can be big or small. Those who want to be big will naturally let him grow up, and those who want to be small People naturally have a way to make him younger, it depends on who has the most ability and who has the most ability, this opportunity is a big adjustment for the balance of power inside and outside Chaogang." Fan Xian saw it very clearly.

All his support is just a gap in information. He knows that he is the son of Emperor Qing, but Emperor Qing doesn't know that he knows his identity. Only by grasping this gap in information can Fan Xian be infallible. He can't behave Come out to be unscrupulous, but must let Emperor Qing know that he is unscrupulous, he wants to test how much his Majesty tolerates him.

"Do you want to hear the story of Bei Qi?" Fan Xian smiled slightly.

Fan Jian stood outside the door without saying a word, listening to Fan Xian's voice, he showed a fatherly smile.

(End of this chapter)