Chapter 315 A false alarm
On the way home, Teng Zijing drove the carriage slowly forward.
The gently shaking carriage was filled with information, medicinal materials and various equipment, making the originally spacious space seem a little cramped.
Fan Xian sat in the middle, studying the black arm crossbow with great interest. Among all the equipment prepared for him by the three senior brothers, he felt that this one was the most interesting.
Fastening the button and pressing down the spring tongue, Fan Xian inserted three short arrowheads that had been tempered with poison into the crossbow tube one by one. Under the pressure, the spring tongues at the tail rose up one by one. The amplitude was not large, but it was clearly visible at a glance.
Fan Xian looked at the tongue-twisting position with great interest, clapped his hands in the air above it, imagined the crossbow arrow being shot out rapidly, and even childishly added sound effects.
“Swoosh~Pah! Uh! Hehehe.”
What he didn't know was that while he was dubbing his imagination for his own amusement, three people really fell to the ground at a roadside tea stall outside, followed by the sound of horses being reined in, loud screams, and chaotic footsteps.
The carriage stopped suddenly and a commotion broke out. Fan Xian was startled and was wondering what was going on outside when a secret guard arranged for him by Chen Pingping appeared from outside the carriage.
"Sir, get out of the car!"
Upon hearing this, Fan Xian did not waste any time. He directly opened the gauze curtain in front of him, got out of the carriage, and jumped off the carriage. He looked at the secret guard in front of him and asked in a low voice.
"what happened?"
"There are enemies coming from the front!"
"who?"
"I didn't see clearly. Most of the people protecting the adults around me have lost contact. The person who came is extremely scary!"
Upon hearing this, Fan Xian's face showed a trace of solemnity, and he urgently thought about how to respond next.
Teng Zijing, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the carriage, glanced at him.
"How about you retreat first and I stay behind to cover your retreat?"
Without waiting for Fan Xian to reply, the secret guard in front of him made the decision for him.
"My Lord, go first!"
After saying that, the secret guard grabbed Fan Xian's arm and ran urgently to the alley on the side. The situation was urgent, so Fan Xian did not resist.
The situation was unclear at the moment, and the best solution was to dodge and hide first, but he still turned back and shouted while running.
"Be careful yourself."
Teng Zijing, who was sitting in the carriage, was looking vigilantly at the empty and slightly messy street in front of him.
Hearing Fan Xian's shout, he glanced in the direction he left, curled the corners of his mouth, and shook his head speechlessly.
You are running away, brother, and you are still shouting at this time. Are you afraid that the enemy doesn't know where you are? Are you stupid?
Fan Xian had no idea that Teng Zijing was cursing him in his heart. He and the secret guard walked through the wide streets and narrow alleys, and finally turned into a dark alley.
When they turned in, they found a solid wall not far ahead. Seeing that it was a dead end, the two of them couldn't help but slow down their pace.
Upon seeing this, the secret guard immediately turned around, slowly retreating back from the alley while holding a knife in hand and trying to call out to his companions.
"Group three, come here!"
After waiting for a while, no one answered. The secret guard's face became extremely ugly and he said anxiously.
"The whole army has been wiped out. My Lord, please leave!"
Upon hearing this, Fan Xian looked around the environment with a serious expression. Although there were many square cargo boxes stacked against the wall, since the other party was able to eliminate all the secret guards quietly, they must have come prepared and might have arranged people to patrol high up. It was not wise to climb over the wall at this time.
He had just passed an option in his mind when he suddenly felt a strong wind passing behind him. He was startled and turned back in a hurry.
It happened so quickly that a figure suddenly fell from the sky and waved his sleeves in the air. White smoke hit his face. The secret guard fell to the ground before he could even resist, and his life or death was unknown.
Fan Xian's pupils shrank and he was terrified. He didn't even bother to see who that person was. He quickly ran forward a few steps, hid behind an obstacle, turned around quickly, raised his left arm, aimed at the figure, slapped his tongue hard, and the crossbow arrow shot towards the person at high speed.
The crossbow arrow fired at an extremely fast speed, but Fan Xian didn't know whether it hit him or not, because the figure was not slow either, and it flashed to the left and disappeared in an instant!
The eaves of a house on the left had many pillars underneath, blocking Fan Xian's view.
"Depend on!"
Cursing inwardly, Fan Xian quickly stepped onto the knee-high platform on the left, climbed over the pillar, stood under the corridor and looked towards the other end.
He was stunned when he saw this.
The man hiding behind the pillar slowly stretched out a hand with three arrows between his fingers, which were the ones he had just shot.
"..."
Fan Xian's eyes widened.
Catch the crossbow arrows with bare hands? And catch all three of them? In a split second? What kind of monster is this…
Before he could finish being shocked, the man suddenly took the initiative to walk out slowly from behind the pillar. After seeing the man clearly, Fan Xian's eyes widened even more.
"Old, teacher?"
Fei Jie glanced at him and smiled. He didn't rush to greet him, but raised his hand and smelled the short crossbow arrows first.
After sniffing twice, Fei Jie moved his hand away, pointed at the arrows with a look of disgust on his face.
“It stinks!”
After looking at Fan Xian, Fei Jie gave his analysis.
"Three hidden crossbows, poison number three, no, poison number four!"
After saying this, he lowered his hands and looked at Fan Xian with a smile.
Fan Xian waited quietly for him to fill the cup before he spoke in surprise.
"You are back in Beijing."
Fei Jie smiled when he heard that and slowly walked towards him.
"I just saw a lot of sneaky people around you, but it's okay, I've knocked them all down."
"Forehead…"
It would have been fine if this had not been mentioned. As soon as this was mentioned, Fan Xian's expression suddenly became a little strange. He looked him up and down, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Fei Jie's smile gradually disappeared when he was looked at by him. He lowered his head and carefully looked himself up and down. Not finding anything unusual, he looked up at the traitor angrily.
"Why are you looking at me like that?!"
Fan Xian couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Teacher, teacher, you are so good!"
Fei Jie frowned.
"What do you mean?"
A moment later, in a dark alley next to it.
Fei Jie raised his hand to lift the curly hair hanging at the corners of his eyes, then bent down and glanced at the secret guard lying on the ground.
He stood up and turned to look at Fan Xian.
"From the Sixth Office?"
Fan Xian folded his arms and nodded.
"Chen Pingping sent him to protect me."
Fei Jie curled his lips and refused to mention his mistake.
"There are too many people in the Supervisory Council, and I can't recognize them all." Although it was a ridiculous excuse, as a disciple, Fan Xian couldn't continue to tease his teacher about this matter, so he avoided the topic and asked seriously.
"Is the person alive?"
Fei Jie replied bluntly.
"You won't die. The poison I used isn't fatal. Let's go."
Fan Xian apologized to the brother on the ground in his heart, then turned around and walked out with Fei Jie.
Just as he reached the alley entrance, Teng Zijing arrived.
"Are you alright here?"
The last two words were spoken in a much lower voice because he noticed that there was another person next to Fan Xian.
After taking a look at the man, Teng Zijing was stunned for a moment before realizing who this person was. He turned his head and looked at Fan Xian in confusion.
"this…"
Fan Xian smiled.
"It's okay, it was a false alarm."
Teng Zijing said "oh" and stopped talking.
Fei Jie pointed at him and asked Fan Xian.
"Who is he?"
Teng Zijing opened his mouth, then closed it again and looked at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian introduced Fei Jie.
"He is Teng Zijing, and he is my bodyguard."
Fei Jie said "oh" and put his hand down, but then he thought again and felt that the name sounded familiar.
"Hush~ Wait a minute, Teng Zijing? The one who was sent to Danzhou to assassinate you? Didn't you kill him?"
Teng Zijing looked a little embarrassed when he heard this.
Fan Xian cried out in fear.
"It's a long story, I'll explain it to you slowly later. Anyway, he is no longer a member of the Overwatch Council, he is just my bodyguard."
Fei Jie glanced at Teng Zijing.
"Can you trust it?"
Fan Xian promised.
"He is my friend, I can absolutely trust him!"
Fei Jie nodded and said no more, then glanced at Teng Zijing.
"Then, let's go together."
After saying that, he walked away first, and Fan Xian followed closely behind him. When passing by Teng Zijing, he patted his shoulder.
"Walk."
Teng Zijing paused for a moment, glanced at the secret guard lying in the alley, and quickly followed with confusion.
……
royal palace.
Fan Jian, dressed in official uniform, almost trotted into the imperial study, hurriedly stopped in front of the imperial couch, and bowed.
"His Majesty!"
Emperor Qing, who was lying on the imperial couch reading a book, immediately raised his hand when he heard the voice, signaling him not to be anxious, not to shout, and not to speak.
Fan Jian looked anxious, but he held it in.
Emperor Qing tilted his head to look at him and asked calmly.
"Are you here to have a fight?"
Although Fan Jian was anxious, he had not yet lost his mind.
"My lord, I don't dare!"
Emperor Qing shifted his gaze to the book in his hand, his voice still indifferent.
"That's because of Fan Xian. Just say whatever you want to say."
After getting permission, Fan Jian couldn't bear it anymore.
"Northern Qi is an enemy country after all! Why must he go on such a mission?"
Emperor Qing laughed when he heard this.
"If someone else goes, then Northern Qi won't be an enemy country? He was sent there because it's an envoy, and he won't be in a war."
"..."
Although he knew that Emperor Qing was pretending to be stupid and misinterpreting his meaning, Fan Jian was speechless for a moment.
Emperor Qing suddenly put down the book in his hand, reached out to take an orange from the fruit plate beside him, peeled it and spoke casually.
"Oh, by the way, Minister Lu has returned home on sick leave, and the position of Minister of Revenue..."
As he said this, he glanced at Fan Jian.
"You take over."
When Fan Jian heard this, he was not happy at all, but became anxious.
"I'm not here for promotion. If I can stop Fan Xian from going north, I can even give up my position as a minister!"
Emperor Qing threw the peeled orange peel on the table, tilted his head to look at him and asked calmly.
"Do you want to disregard the laws of the court?"
Fan Jian learned his lesson this time. He pretended not to hear Emperor Qing's words, otherwise he would not be able to finish what he was saying.
"What if Fan Xian... gets into an accident?"
Emperor Qing broke off the orange peel and spoke softly.
"Young people should exercise more, otherwise, how can they take on big responsibilities!"
After saying that, he threw a slice of orange into his mouth.
Upon hearing this, Fan Jian flicked his sleeves and said in a deep voice.
"Then don't do this, Da Ren!"
Emperor Qing hadn't even had time to start chewing when he was so shocked by his words that he couldn't help but look up at him.
After staring at him for a moment, Emperor Qing's mouth slowly moved. He withdrew his gaze and let out a few chuckles from his nose while chewing.
“Hmph, hmph~”
……
(End of this chapter)
