Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Master Fan, these people come from the Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty." Wang Qinian whispered, "The Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty is the most secretive and dangerous organization in the Northern Qi Dynasty. Their hands have already been stained with the other party's blood, and their attitude now is probably because the comers are not kind."

"It's okay, it's just a show of authority." Fan Xian frowned and said, "You go and call the door, let them send someone to welcome the mission."

Wang Qinian responded, and walked forward, seeing that no one in the Jinyiwei and the garrison at the top of the city left him, he said loudly: "The Qing Kingdom Mission is here to send the prisoners, you wait for who is the leader, answer quickly!"

Jin Yiwei next to him cast a slanted glance at him, showing disdain.

Wang Qinian knew that his trip was representing Qing's face, so he frowned slightly, and his tone was impatient, "If you don't respond, we will leave!"

After a while, a low moan came from a carriage parked at the corner of the pass, and a middle-aged man in exquisite and luxurious clothes turned over and sat up from the rear compartment, stretching his waist, as if he had just noticed the people outside the pass. Like a convoy, they walked towards them while arranging their clothes.

"Just laugh, just laugh."

Chong Chong stroked his beard with some embarrassment, and smiled apologetically, "May I ask who is the poet of the Southern Dynasty? Master Fan Xian?"

Wang Qinian looked at this person's obsequious appearance, and couldn't help but a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He took half a step forward, and said impatiently, "This is our envoy of Daqing, Fan Xian, Mr. Fan."

"Fan Shixian, I've heard of the great name for a long time, and I admire him so much. When I saw her today, she really looks like a talent."

Fan Xian showed curiosity. The person in front of him was not wearing an official uniform. With his private clothes and submissive image alone, he really didn't recognize the other person's identity.

"Your Excellency?"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce you. I'll add you as Jinyiwei Zhenfu envoy. Master Fan can just call you by name." Zhong Zhong slapped his forehead and said suddenly, he hesitated after speaking, and glanced at the envoy tentatively The prison car at the rear said carefully: "Since the mission has arrived, what do you see?"

Fan Xian turned around and said, "Wang Qinian, go prepare for the handover."

"Thank you, Mr. Fan, for your understanding." Zhong Zhong also signaled his confidant, Hu Quan, to retrieve the documents.

Glancing left and right, Fan Xian noticed that his heavy eyes were wandering left and right. He looked sideways at the mission's convoy and said with a smile, "Master Shen, are you looking for someone?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Shen Zhong came to his senses, and said with a smile: "I heard that Zhou Ji, the sword coffin, is also in the mission. I don't know which hero it is?"

sword coffin

Once again, Fan Xian lamented the aptness of this bandit account, its rusticity and force, and couldn't help but smile: "He's delayed by something, and he can only catch up after a few days. Mr. Shen is very interested in him?"

"I have long heard that there is a ninth-rank expert in Nanqing. He first provoked Xie Bi'an, and then scared off Yan Xiaoyi. This young talent is not only admired by this official, but even my knight-errant swordsmen from Northern Qi are looking forward to it in Beijing. , look forward to learning from him one or two."

With a light smile on his heavy face, he took the official seal from Hu Quan, exchanged documents with Fan Xian, and stamped the seal.

Looking at Xiao En who was brought out of the prison car, he said with a heavy smile, "Master Fan, then Master Xiao will be escorted by us."

"That's natural."

Fan Xian stepped aside and allowed Shen Zhong to kick and break Sean's leg bone, dragging him to Fan Xian like he was pulling a animal, and said with a smile, "Lord Fan is laughing."

Wang Qinian's face changed slightly, looking at the never-fading smile on Shen Zhong's face, he felt the hairs on his back stand up, and a trace of fear subconsciously flashed in his eyes.

What a smiling tiger.

Fan Xian frowned slightly, and looked at a fine steel cage that Jin Yiwei had pulled from the soldiers, reshaping his perception of the man in front of him.

Shen Chong seemed to have noticed Fan Xian's gaze, turned his head and nodded slightly, responded with a warm smile, turned back to the carriage, and called a few cronies.

"You guys go back to Beijing immediately, transfer Yan Bingyun from the Jinyiwei Prison to another place to be imprisoned, and at the same time investigate whether there is anything unusual about going to Beijing these days, especially the news about the Nanqing spy network. Then notify the guards in the city and be careful. "

"Yes, my lord."

Hu Quan looked at the solemn and heavy eyes, and said hesitantly: "My lord, there are still more than ten days before the mission returns to Beijing, why are you so anxious?"

"Idiot!" There was no smile on Zhong Zhong's face again, "Do you know that there is one person missing in the mission?"

"Isn't it Zhou Ji in the sword coffin?" Hu Quan asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with him?"

"Where do you think he can go?" He looked heavily at the north, the night was dark, and a round of bright moon was shrouded in mist, hazy and gloomy.

"Go to Beijing!"

Hu Quan scratched his head and thought for a long time, finally slapped his thigh, and said anxiously: "My lord is saying that he went to Shangjing to find Yan Bingyun!"

He frowned slightly, his eyes became more serious, and he looked at Hu Quandao: "We have not been able to pry Yan Bingyun's mouth open for a long time, and we must not hand him over so easily, at least until we have fully grasped the information of the Nanqing spy network." Before, he couldn't have an accident!"

Knowing the urgency of the matter, Hu Quan hurriedly greeted several people to leave together, taking advantage of the time when the missions of the two countries were still handing over supplies, they rushed out of the pass and headed towards the capital.

Fan Xian didn't know about Shen Zhong's actions, even if he knew, he would pretend not to know, and wait until the dead of night before snickering under the covers.

After entering the border of Northern Qi, all the security of the mission was handed over to the Northern Qi Jinyiwei and the troops along the way, and Xiao En handed it over to Shen Zhong. It can be said that Fan Xian's heart was relieved.

Fan Xian was not worried about Zhou Ji's safety at all.

As for why he hasn't come back after killing Yan Xiaoyi, he has already vaguely guessed it, but because of his own status, he can't think too much about it.

A few days later.

After all, news of Yan Xiaoyi's death reached the mission, and Shen Shen got the news earlier than everyone in the mission.

Even through some special channels, he heard about another matter that Nanqing Chaotang deliberately suppressed far earlier than Fan Xian.

The eldest princess was killed in Xinyang County.

Since the news had been blocked by the Inspection Institute immediately, Shen could only judge the authenticity of the matter through this impenetrable confidentiality method and the intelligence network over the years.

Although the exact cause of death is unknown, according to a secret clue buried in the princess mansion for many years, the eighth-rank maid next to Li Yunrui died in an extremely tragic manner, somewhat similar to Yan Xiaoyi's wreckage.

The more he knew, the more frightened Shen Shen felt.

He wholeheartedly wanted to be a minister of power, dressed in a python robe, one person under one man and above ten thousand people.

But he never thought of betraying the royal family or Qi State.

At least he would never dare to slaughter the royal family so recklessly without the Queen Mother's permission.

"Could it be that Zhou Ji belongs to Emperor Qing?"

(I'm so sorry)

(Starting from Chapter 41, the plot about Fan Ruoruo has been revised, I hope fellow Taoists can go back and read it again)

(Again apologies)