MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 125 Who killed the Quartet in Kyoto

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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A pair of long chopsticks were inserted into the longan of the buns, and opened to the sides to reveal the delicious and attractive oil soup. Fan took a spoonful of soup and poured it into the porcelain bowl in front of Dabao. The stuffing was pinched out and placed on the dumplings of Dabao.

"Small leisure, eat." Dabao lowered his head and launched an attack on the food, but his mouth was vague and utterly and resolutely said. He was really worried that Fan could give things to himself and he could not eat enough.

Fan Xian looked at his big scorpion and smiled. His hands would tear the soft and white bun skin of the buns, soaked in the seaweed soup and soaked in a few mouthfuls. After taking over as a post of supervisor, he liked to eat buns in the Xinfeng Pavilion. Whenever he came to eat buns, he basically took Dabao. He knew that Dabao only liked meat stuffing, but he didn’t What hobbies, so this two divisions work together, it is also appropriate.

Looking at the happy, eating and sweating big treasure, I do not know why, Fan Xian's heart is sour and sorrow, I do not know if there is such an opportunity to mix with the big brother in the future. He likes to stay with Dabao, because he only really faces the big treasure, he will really relax, he can tell all the secrets about himself and his own views on the world, without worrying that the other party betrayed himself. .

After today, I am afraid that it is very difficult to eat buns with Dabao again. It is also difficult to lie on the bow with Dabao. Looking at the stars in the sky, talking about the starry sky of the world and the starry sky of the world. That kind of similar...

Fan’s face still looks at Dabao with a gentle and encouraging smile, but he sighs in his heart, and some food does not know. Pulling the towel on the table and wiping off the oil stains on the hand, turning his head slightly, looking at the two tricks on the opposite street across the railing on the second floor of the new wind museum.

The Dali Temple in Qingguo and the first branch of the Supervisory Office are at the opposite gate of the Xinfeng Pavilion.

Today's seventh day, it is the first day of the court official's duty after the year of the year. In addition to the mutual movements between the ministries, mutual blessings and mutual gifts. In fact, there is nothing too important for political affairs to be manipulated. Inside a door, it is basically a tea party, from the chief officer to the bottom of the book, holding a teapot, holding a melon, sipping gossip, leisurely. This is the habit of the whole world in the officialdom, that is, the person in the palace knows this, after all, it is the New Year weather.

When the value is very idle. There is nothing to do, it is natural, the work is naturally earlier, and the time is obviously not yet reached. The sun that has been hiding behind the cold clouds in the sky has not moved to the middle of the south, and the Dali Temple is across the street. Many officials came out of the office, and these officials met with other officials who were at the gate of the temple. If birds and beasts are scattered on the street, I don’t know where to go to enjoy Kyoto cuisine. It’s not a sin to eat and drink at noon on the first day. It’s even possible to go back to the government after a drunk. . Unlike Dali Temple, the face of the door is obviously too shabby. Many of the guts of the Supervisory Office are still close to the door. There are no officials who work inside, and there are no idlers who are walking around. A depressing atmosphere of depressingness emerged from the yard. Fan quietly looked at the familiar yard, the yard where he once covered the sky, knowing why.

Today's Supervisory Institute is welcoming the bleak winds and rains, and its status in the imperial court has dropped thousands of miles. Especially in the previous month, many officials of the Supervisory Academy were arrested in the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple for some unwarranted crimes, knowing that it is the leader of the court. Cleaning, however, the supervision of the hospital seems to have lost the magic of the year, can no longer condense the real power, giving the most powerful counterattack.

This has risen. The imperial system led by He Zongwei faintly overcame Hu University, began to lead the entire civil service system, launched an attack on the Supervisory Yuan, and did not know how many officials of the Supervisory Academy. There was a cruel punishment in the prison.

Today's country. It is no longer the country that has the old blind.

The stairs were filled with steady footsteps and self-sustaining laughter. About seven or eight officials walked upstairs. Look at the costumes are some of the class-level members, but these officials did not go to the third floor of the elegant, but directly led by the East to the railings, ready to screen, sit and sit.

The Xinfeng Pavilion was not famous in the past. Although it was opposite the Dali Temple and the Supervisory Hospital, the officials always suspected that the grades were too low. Even if there were no girls in the Yali, they would rather run farther. Until then, Fan Xian often came to this bar to chew the meat bag, and hardly raised the reputation of the new wind museum, the elegant things, and then more.

Most of the officials who come to the Xinfeng Pavilion today are officials of Dali Temple, and today's host and guest are just transferred from Jiaozhou to Beijing. Officials at Dali Temple know that one of the former Fanmen’s four sons has now put down his body and voted for him under the same name as him, and he has the beauty of direct transfer to Dali Temple. It’s embarrassing that things change.

Officials are betrayed by Hou Jichang, and there are some contempt in the dark, but no one is willing to show it. Today, Hou Jichang entered the Dali Temple, and naturally he went to the Xinfeng Pavilion to treat him. In order to give him a face, the deputy secretary of Dali Temple personally came to accompany him.

When I came to the railing, the officials were ready to sit down. The screen didn't arrive. It was natural to see the table at the end of the railing. There were only three on that table. A guardian was obviously eating out. Looking around, the fat man facing the officials was chewing on something, the face of the official wearing civilian clothes, looking up at the street, just a back, but let everyone's heart scream.

Hou Jichang's body is stiff at this moment, and the hands exposed outside the official uniform are hard to tremble, just like the cold wind outside the building erodes every inch of his skin at this moment.

The rest of the Dali temple officials were only shocked by the back of the Xiaosuo, and did not recognize the identity of the person, so looking at Hou Ji often pale face, can not help but feel extremely shocked. They looked again at Hou Jichang's gaze and finally understood why Hou Jichang's horror.

After a sullen boring, Diansi’s deputy frowned and gently patted Hou Jichang’s shoulder and whispered softly: “Sit.”

Hou Ji often sat down in sorrow, and after a long time he sighed a little. If you change to any time in the past, this table official must go to the table and respectfully pay respect to Fan’s rituals. However, today’s Fan Xi’s not only has no official positions, but the identity of the first-class duke is also taken down. Hey, in the end. It became a white body, but it was just a civilian.

The officials of this table Dali Temple are the ancestors of He Zongwei. They know that Xiaofan is on the side of the railing. This pedestrian is on the side of the railing. It is natural that he can’t go. How can officials make the people’s truth? The Hepa, who is now in the limelight, wants to let a fallen dog go.

Now, looking at Fan’s fall, these officials are not stupid to ridicule anything, but they will also feel secretly happy in their hearts. These old cases of the Dali Temple Court of Supervision are in the midst of the scenery, thinking that here is the bustling place of Kyoto, and the seven inches of Xiaofan’s adults are squatting, as long as they do not take the initiative to provoke each other. I don’t want to eat too much, nothing to do from it.

I don’t know why today, the screen has not come up. The dishes were first brought up. Although the officials of Dali Temple were somewhat unhappy, they were not able to quarrel in such a scene. They lost the face of the officials and they had to communicate with the silent three people on the table. Nor is it that these officials are willing to see things.

"Today, one welcomes Hou Daren into the temple. From today, Hou Daren is a genus of you and me..." The deputy secretary of Dali Temple smiled and picked up the glass in his hand.

Hou Jichang smiled reluctantly and also brought the glass up, but his heart was quite flustered. Because he knows that Fan Xian is a younger than his own. Today, the other party suddenly appears opposite the Dali Temple and appears in the Xinfeng Pavilion. Is it really just like the buns in this restaurant?

As soon as he thought about this, his hand trembled again, and the corner of his eye glanced at the silent three people on the railing. He knew who the fat man facing him was, the younger brother of the morning county, some born. The foolish big treasure, he secretly prayed. Since Xiao Fan’s adult is coming with this, I hope that it is not going to make trouble.

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple noticed his strangeness, and some of them did not like to frown. Since the former deputy secretary was involved in the rebellion of the old Qin family in Kyoto, he made a smooth ride in this position. Now even the Supervisory Academy has to look at its own face. He really doesn't feel that he has anything to fear, not bad. Everyone knows that Xiao Fan is awesome, but can he still be unreasonable?

The deputy general was obviously dissatisfied with Hou Jichang’s performance. He glanced at the fat man sitting opposite the fan on the railing, guessing the identity of the other side, slightly curling his lips, releasing a sly smile, his eyes The sarcasm is full of meaning. Fan Xian likes to play with his stupid big man. This is something that Kyoto people know, but it is also a thing that officials are extremely despised. Although the deputy general does not, he does not dare to speak to the party. But the expression on the face was revealed.

"The second thing is to welcome Guo Daren to finally return from the south of the Yangtze River and re-enter the Ducha Imperial Court."

When this statement came out, the audience suddenly became busy, and the court of the left is a very important position. The adult surnamed Guo smiled slyly and smiled. He picked up the glass of water and sighed with respect. When his eyes fell on the railing, it was like a regular season, and his face became quite unnatural.

Guo Yushi’s surname Guo Mingxi was the figure who was going to rehabilitate in the Kyoto Prefecture. How many years have passed, the Kyoto people are afraid that they have forgotten this matter, but Guo Wei believes that Fan will not forget, I will not forget myself, because in the case of Jiangnan, Kuo is also standing on the opposite side of Fan Xian.

The wine has not passed three patrols, but the silent three people on the railing have already finished eating. Fan Xian took Dabao’s hand and walked up the stairs. Fujiko was silently behind. The three people are going downstairs, and they will have to go through the table where the officials gathered. Unexpectedly, the officials on this table are quiet at the same time, with a trace of tension. Waiting for the little man to quickly go away.

The partiality was not gone, and his people came naturally to the table and smiled at the officials. When the deputy secretary of Dali Temple saw the momentum was wrong, he stood up with a smile and bowed his hand and said: "It turned out to be a small fan, a lower official..."

When the second official appeared, he discovered that something was wrong. The other side is now white, and he is a deputy secretary of Dali Temple. How can you tell the official? The deputy, the deputy, stunned his mouth and said with a heart, barely smiled: "Would you like to sit together?"

Fan idled and shook his head. At this time, Hou Ji had already stood up in fear. He bowed his head and gave a ritual to Fan. The cold sweat drenched his back. He looked at him without looking at him. Just like he didn’t exist at all, the partiality is this. Ignore it, but everyone at the table feels a bit chilly.

Fan Xian did not look at Hou Jichang. He looked at the new Zuo Du Yushi doctor Guo Yan, and said softly: "Three years ago, I was very curious. I sent you to the south of the Yangtze River. The whole day you were upset, and then the Kyoto rebellion happened. You are obviously Xinyang. People, how to kneel down but not to dispose of your will."

"I just wanted to understand. I saw that the momentum was wrong. I abandoned my poor mother-in-law. I used the old feelings in the court and hugged the thigh of He Zongwei." Fan laughed and shook his head. Sighed: "He Zongwei is the slave of the three surnames, and you naturally learn from him."

Today, He Zongwei is a big man in the DPRK. Fan Fan’s heart-wrenching words are exported. All the officials on the table can’t sit still. Huo Ran stood up and prepared to swear.

"I was wrong. He Zongwei is not a slave of the three surnames. The sons he served are all named Li." Fan said with a smile: "It should be said that he is a Li Jiazhong dog."

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple couldn’t help himself, and said something with a cold face. The partiality of leisure is unheard of, just looking at the trembled Guo Wei, and asked in a word: "You can transfer back to Kyoto and become the post of Zuo Du Yu Shi, presumably in Jiangnan. Great work, I am thinking, is the death of my subordinates in Jiangnan, is it related to you?"

Guo Wei will have a heart. The cold voice said: "Is this official's intention to run poorly, is there any opinion from Xiao Fan?"

"Very good, finally some bones, this is what the Yushi doctor should have." Fan said slowly: "I know that you are going to Beijing today, so I am here to wait for you here today."

The atmosphere in the new wind museum suddenly became quiet before the storm. Quiet and heart-wrenching. What does it mean to wait for Guo Wei? Although no one still believes that Fan Xian dares to take the world by this time. In this Kyoto, I wanted to do something that was insulting to the court, but looking at Fan’s face that was getting more and more indifferent, everyone felt a little cold and fear.

There are not many guards who follow these officials to enter the new wind museum. After all, no one can think of the street in Dali Temple. There will be such a big thing. I feel that the atmosphere is different. Several guards rushed up and watched nervously. This scene.

Fan Xiao smiled.

Deputy Secretary of Dali Temple smiled and accompanied him.

Guo Wei smiled very ugly.

Then a dish was directly placed on Guo's face, and the vegetable juice and the broken porcelain flew together. At the same time, the face of the Yushi doctor broke open and turned into countless rays and sprayed out!

At the same time, it was sprayed out, and the blood sprayed on Guo’s face!

Fan leisure took back his hand and squatted on Guo's head and directly into the hard pear wood table! Such a hard desktop, life into the head of a flesh and blood!

When the sound of the slap, the hard pear flower table showed a few traces of fine lines. Guo Wei’s cervical vertebra was completely broken, and the blood water leaked out from the gap between his ground bone and the hard pear flower table, like black water.

I didn’t have time to scream, just made a great contribution to the imperial court in Jiangnan, and returned to Kyoto to take over the Kuo’s master of the left-wing censorship of the Dudu, so that he was shot into the table by Fan Xianyi and became a dead person. Everyone looked silly at the head that was deeply stuck in the table, and the blood mixed with the table and the vegetable juice, could not speak, because no one could believe this scene, everyone All think that this is just an illusion.

Killing people in the street! Killing is the court official! Killed a left-wing censor in front of many officials!

This is something that has never happened in Kyoto, and it is something that no one can imagine. All the people can't react at all. Just looking at this scene is like watching a very ridiculous drama.

Finally, an official responded. He screamed in horror, and then his eyes turned white, and he passed out.

The guards rushed over and sneaked into the past. However, they only heard a few noises. On the second floor of the New Wind Pavilion, there were a few more fainting bodies on the second floor. Fan Xian still stood by the table. It’s like not having done it at all.

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple stretched out his fingers and pointed at Fan Leisure in a trembling manner. Just like seeing a demon from the Nether, he suddenly walked under the sun. He couldn’t say anything at all, and his voice was just a pitiful voice.

Fan’s eyes were expressionless and looked at him indifferently. “I heard that during the month, Dali Temple gave you a lot of punishment for my subordinates. I have three subordinates in prison. Are you tortured to death?"

The deputy secretary of Dali Temple suddenly yelled and ran like a rabbit. Looking at the momentum, the adult was going to turn over the railing. Even if he fell seriously, he would run out of the new wind museum.

However, since Fan has already started to work, how can he let him run away? I only heard a gust of wind slamming through the pavilion of the New Wind Pavilion. I heard a slamming sound and a muffled sound. The cervical spine of Dali Temple’s deputy was broken here. The skull was also taken into the hard pear wood. Among the desktops.

The blood began to flow underground along the table, and the heads of the two court members broke into the table like this, and it was hard to get rid of them. Their bodies were half-squatting on the ground, and the toes on the toes were still twitching. Going up is terrible.

When the street kills two people. In the Xinfeng Pavilion, there was a ghost crying, but Fan Xian was in a constant look and turned away. A buddy in the Xinfeng Pavilion did not know when he came to the crowd without knowing it, and handed a hot towel.

Fan took the towel and wiped it carefully. Some of them disgustedly threw the towel on the floor, took Dabao’s hand and went downstairs. He said to the man: "You can start."

From Fan Fei to this table, he used the most cruel means to kill the two court officials, and then he went downstairs to leave, he did not go to see Hou Jichang.

Hou Bai, who was full of white face, often twitched his lips. I took my eyes back from the stairs and landed on the bodies of the two bodies. I watched the things on the table that didn’t know whether they were brains or beans, and the things flowing in the blood. The endless fear occupied his whole body. He finally I couldn't help but bend my body and couldn't stop vomiting. "Send the grandfather back to the government." Downstairs in the Xinfeng Pavilion. Fan Xian helped Dabao to get on the carriage. Speaking to Fujiko, he watched the black carriage go south. Fan is single and single. But began to go in the direction of the Imperial City.

Fan Xian is not worried about the safety of the returning carriage, because there are six swordsmen in charge along the way. As stated in the New Wind Pavilion, killing is to avenge the revenge of the subordinates of the hospital. Although he is no longer the dean of the Supervisory Academy, he will always be the Dean of the Supervisory Institute as long as he is willing.

The shadow returned to Kyoto, re-integrating the six assassins who had been hiding in the darkness, and the arrival of Haitang, especially Wang Sanlang, made the palace no longer have any way to stop Fan’s re-contact with the Eighth Division of the Supervisory Institute. People who are loyal to themselves. The supervision institute has already been raging, and today it is the last glory of this Yinsen yard.

In the morning, Fan Xiu issued the last order to the nails and assassins of the Supervisory Institute in the name of the Dean of the Supervisory Academy. He did not know how many secret agents and officials would follow himself. However, Fan Xian believes that his own men Those of the children will certainly not let themselves down.

The cold winter wind blew on the streets of Kyoto, and there was still a little while in the palace. Fan was walking alone along the street and marching toward the palace in the distance. He looked at the streetscape of Kyoto along the way. I greedily breathe the air of Kyoto and seem to want to remember all of this in my memory. Even if I die, don't forget.

Shortly after Fan Yi left the Xinfeng Pavilion, he had been shutting down the supervision office. Suddenly all the staff had done it. More than 100 officials in the black uniforms were murderously rushing into their old neighbors. Now, the most hateful new enemy - Dali Temple.

Have to say, Fan Qi selected the seventh day. It is indeed the best time. At this time, it is not until noon, and the officials in Dali Temple have already gone to the officials of various ministries to go to the air. The Dali Temple is in front of these wolf-like officials. There is no resistance at all, and this is exactly in line with Fan’s expectations. Don’t have too many Qing officials to bleed because of this turmoil.

The imperial court officials who are going to die naturally have the principle of mortal death. They are all carefully selected targets, and one enters Dali Temple. It is only to rescue those who have been imprisoned by the court in the prison.

Fan leisurely walked through the long street, turned to Shahe Street, bought a bunch of candied fruit in the hands of the vendors, ate it with gusto, and threw a golden leaf at hand, naturally lazy to find zero, he is very grateful to Kyoto's candied fruit, because that year It was because of the sugar gourd on the child's hand that he did not get lost in the Qing Temple.

Today afternoon. The Ministry of Housing is still in the guest of a stone home. He invited the assistants of the Ministry of Justice and several good friends. Not surprisingly, they are the backbone of the family. Shangshu adults scorned short-shoulders, and they were slightly smug in the warmth of this winter. After three years of hard work, he finally cleared the shadow of his predecessor, Fan Jian, in the Ministry. The independent kingdom belonging to Fan Fu did not exist, and he finally became a real family book.

Although in order to resist the pressure from Fan, he took the initiative and humbly to the side of the university, but he did not feel humiliated, because He Zongwei was originally a university student under the door, and stood beside the university. Just waiting to stand in front of the emperor's knees, this is a glory.

Originally, this banquet should be more formal at night. However, the doorkeeper who went to Hefu to explore the wind was inquiring clearly, and after the meeting last year. He also confessed to the university students. There are some things to do in the palace on the seventh day of this year, so it is impossible for the university students to come to the feast in person, so the time was moved to noon.

Although I was slightly disappointed, the book of the Ministry of Housing also felt relieved. He was not the university student. He was the highest-ranking person in this table. He heard the buzz from his ear and felt comfortable. ?

Especially when I think of the will of the university student, I am forced to intervene. The desire to play in the Kyoto Prefecture’s Tuen Mun’s desire to die, forced the hard-boiled Sun Jingxiu to resign, and eventually did not sin the silver, and was thrown into the prison, and the Shangshu adults began to feel the desire to die. . What do you take with this official? Isn't it just giving birth to a good daughter? After your daughter is sold to the church. The official will also go to the dark to let your daughter want to die. The wine is on the head, just when the family’s Shangshu adults circle around the four words of wanting to die. He did not notice that the woman who served the people in the warm room flashed a sinister sin.

Of course, Shangshu adults don’t know that the poison in these Wuliangye drinks is enough for him to die for countless times.

On the seventh day of the first month of the eleventh year of Qingli, a stone was in a big fire, and the warmth of the cabinet was completed. The officials of the Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Justice, and other officials of the Hepai Central Committee were killed in the fire.

When the fire started, Fan Xian had finished the candied haws, carrying a newly bought black cloth umbrella, and went to the beautiful Tianhe Street. He threw the bamboo sticks with sugar residue into the clean and abnormal, flowing water. In the Qingchi on the street, shrugging and not blaming himself for the pollution of the environment.

Then he glanced at the black stone tablet that was being dismantled at the main entrance of the Supervisory Hospital, and the less and less gold on the stone tablet, staring for a moment and shaking his head.

Suddenly a hurricane blew, and the snow began to float.

Snowflakes fell on the doorway of Hezhai Qingqing. He was a university student with a clean and honest voice. He hated someone for giving gifts. So he raised two evil dogs at the government gate. Many people know that this is the Chenghai Viscount House, that is to say, If the first creation of the sea, it is inevitable that the university students will pick up the teeth, but in any case, these two dogs have earned a lot of name for him.

The two dogs were irritated by the falling snow, desperately yelling at the gods, frozen dogs and snow, which had the slightest effect, and the snow was still so slow and firm.

Two sorrows, two evil dogs fell to the ground, more than a dozen assassins wearing the clothes of the people, vigilantly controlled the periphery of the quiet Hefu, and then quietly touched the government.

Fan leisurely looked at the sky, opened the black cloth umbrella, blindfolded his eyes, and blinded the day.

Snowflakes accumulate on the black cloth umbrella, melting a little faster, unable to accumulate, making him somewhat unhappy. Just walking and walking, before he went to the Imperial City, he did not go to the main entrance to wait for the pass, but around the imperial city roots, in the gaze of the banned army, went to the middle of the book, the province is not quite Eyes outside the bungalow.

Fan slammed into the door and licked the snow on his body and head. He carefully placed the black cloth umbrella in the snow at the door, and smiled at the stunned officials in the door: "It has been gone for a long time."

Sitting in the warmth, he carefully examined the various historiographers, and slowly raised his head and glanced at the uninvited guest at the door, his brow wrinkled.

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