Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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"Why should I shoot?" Wu Zhu actually seldom uses this kind of rhetorical question, and since Fan has left Chuzhou to come to Kyoto, he seems to be more mysterious than when he was in Zhangzhou. I haven’t met Fan.

Fan Xian’s heart is a glimpse, and he is also thinking about it. Even if the other person is watching someone who grows up, he has no reason to ask him anything. In this world, only he owes Wu Zhu’s reason.

Wu Zhu heard that he did not speak, slightly biased his body, said faintly: "I have said it once before, I have taught you for many years, Fei Jie also taught you, if you can not handle these little things, it is you My own problem is not our problem."

"I realized that the big man turned out to be an eight-product master. Uncle, you said before, my real seven products, the potential of the three products, how should not be the opponent of the big man." Fan said with a smile: "You said this is My own question, don't you care if I am killed by someone else?"

"Are you dead?" Wu Zhu asked an obvious question, a rare second question.

Fan stared at the black cloth on his face and took a sigh of coolness: "You were always by my side?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you shoot?" Fan quietly lowered his voice and shouted: "The three guards are dead! Fujiko Kyo is also hurt!"

"I never care about the life and death of anyone other than you." Wu Zhu's words are very cold and ruthless. "The people around you are all because you gather together. If you want to control their lives, you must protect them." Life, so the life and death of these guards is your responsibility. Not my responsibility."

Fan Xian once again fell into silence, knowing that Wu Zhushu said it was actually right.

"I can't help you too much." Wu Zhu said coldly: "On the cliffs of Zhangzhou, I once said that in Kyoto. If I am by your side, it will bring you trouble, that is, you are absolutely not The willingness to face."

Fan casually smiled and recalled the conversation at the age of twelve, when his hippie smile said: "I will protect you." But that may only be a joke.

"So you remember, in Kyoto, I will never stand by your side in the sun unless you are dying, or... you are dead." Wu Zhu continued to say without expression.

Fan Xian did not understand such a peerless strong man like Wu Zhushu, still afraid of something, but he heard the rhetoric that this sentence said. There was no room for negotiation, and some nodded.

"Someone is coming." Wu Zhu said these words very quickly, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

The visitor is a guest. It’s a guest who Fan Xiang didn’t want to see at this time. Li Wangcheng, the prince of Jing Wang, walked in with a gloomy face. He couldn’t see the other side sitting down to the bed, and lowered his voice and shouted: “Is this news known? The Northern Qi Dynasty’s envoys actually refused to recognize, those excited The students are almost stunned by the Hongjun Temple."

Hongjun Feeding is a diplomatic institution of the Qing State. It is responsible for the exchange of money with the Northern Qi, the small countries and the Dongyi. There are related matters. As soon as I heard that Hongjun Temple was almost smashed, Fan said with a smile: "These young people are really hot enough, but... North Qi will not recognize the account. Otherwise, if the Qing people confirm, the enemy can send a killer. There is a random assassination in Kyoto, I am afraid that there will be no trouble between the two countries."

Li Hongcheng smiled bitterly: "It has already started to make trouble. His Majesty has already made a clear intention. The envoys of the Northern Qi Dynasty who stayed in Yanjing have been driven out of the city, and even the luggage has been thrown out."

Fan ridiculed: "It is quite quick to deal with people outside."

Hearing the meaning of his words, Li Hongcheng frowned: "I have been seeing you for a few days, and your injury is not good. So some words are not convenient."

Fan sighed and said: "I don't know what life is owing to you. If you eat it, you will be assassinated. After I entered Beijing, I will meet you, an acquaintance. You are a good man, but your speech has always been straightforward. How to swallow it."

Li Hongcheng said some self-blame: "This thing really blames me. No one has thought that the drunken dwelling is actually a spectacle of Beiqi." He said with a slight discretion: "Today, I first apologize on behalf of the two emperors. He was originally prepared to come in person. Visiting the government, but you also know that recently, because of the water in your house because of the assassination, he is not convenient to come." He said with a smile: "Know that many people are still guessing, I and II. The prince is the black hand behind you, just to plant the prince to the Prince."

Fan looked at him like a smile.

Li Hongcheng laughed and said: "I looked at me in such a deep and unpredictable way. Do I have to admit that this is my lord?"

Fan Xian also laughed. He believed that this thing was not done by the other party. Because of the loss of Fan’s support, it was a loss that he could not afford for the second emperor who had no help in the DPRK. At least it is better than the benefits of planting the princes... too much.

Fan Xian was not easy to get up from the bed, the ring helped him to pour the bowl of water and drink, saw the figure at the door, he could not help cursing in the bottom of his heart, he was obviously so hurt, but the visitors are constantly, this Where is the injury, it is clearly guilty. The people who came here were strangers. The self-reported person was originally the first official of the Supervisory Yuan. He was responsible for handling the affairs of the hospital and was investigating the assassination of Niulan Street. This case involved officials from the DPRK. In addition, there are some unclear backgrounds behind the rumors, so all the cases were handed over to the Supervisory Office.

"How to call it?" The next person had poured a bowl of tea to the official of the Supervisory Office. Fan leisurely looked at each other. This is the first time that he has been in another place except for the last "Brave" supervision institute. When I saw the officials of the Supervisory Academy, the officials of the Supervisory Academy seemed to have a stagnation of the body. This feeling made Fan Xian once again think of the teacher of Fei Jie.

"The lower official Mu Tie." The official's lips were like a thin iron, and his face was dark and he replied without expression: "A few days ago, the son was seriously injured. So some questions were not asked, today

The Japanese order came to ask, please cooperate with the son. ”

Fan frowned and frowned, thinking that this official did not seem to know the secret relationship between Fan and the Institute. So I will talk like this, faintly said: "I am tired, let me talk about it in the next day."

Mu Tie seems to have some thought that the other party refused to answer the question, and his face was a bit ugly.

Fan swayed his hand and curiously asked: "The joint name of the court and the criminal department has already been handed over. What else to ask?"

"Some things have not been clarified." The official named Mu Tidi is staring at Fan’s eyes. Fan Xianxin’s heart moved, knowing that the Supervisory Academy is also skeptical about the archers, but asking yourself what role it can play? The only one who offended himself in Kyoto was Guo Baokun, the son of Wenchen in the district, and he did not dare to collude with the North. As for the Prince... It’s something that I can’t say.

Fan Xian took out the pockets that Fei Jie left for himself under the pillow and threw the past: "It’s all your own, what to say directly."

The tea around the Mu iron did not move. After picking up the brand and looking at his eyes, his face changed dramatically. He actually left the seat and walked to Fan Xian’s knees and squatted down. He punched and said: "I have seen adults."

Looking at the old man who is honestly in front of him. Fan was surprised and didn't think that this brand had such a big effect. Where did he know that the brand that Fei Jie left for him was a block card. It is the detached existence of the Supervisory Institute independent of the Eighth Congress. In addition to the direct command of the Dean, Mr. Chen Chang, he can host the level with the Eighth Division. Therefore, after seeing the Mu Tie, it is inevitable that he will be shocked.

Instructing him to stand up, Fan leisure frowned and asked: "When will the adult return to Beijing?" This is the problem he is most concerned about now. First, although the body of the child is getting better, the root of the disease cannot be removed. I don't know how long it will take. Secondly, the current situation in Beijing is complicated. Wu Zhushu is still a ghost. His father is still polite in his politeness. He has no reason to trust in his heart, but he is not in Beijing.

I heard that this beautiful son asked the adult, and Mu Tie confirmed that the other party must be a very deep hidden person in the courtyard. Like the special agency of the Supervisory Office, he always likes to develop some nails in various Kyoto departments and departments. The local character, it is obvious that the young master of Fan Fan is one of them, and it is still the one with a particularly high rank. Mu Tie respectfully replied: "There should be some days."

"Do you find out what?" Fan stared at his eyes.

Mu Tie said: "The news is too late, so the body of the archer has been completely incinerated. Finally, after tracing to the city, the clue is broken."

"Road City Division? Who cares about this piece?"

"Jiao Ziheng."

"Ok?"

Mu Tie looked up and looked at Fan Xian, some curious that the other party did not know the identity of Jiao Zi Heng, and replied: "It should not be a prince." When he saw the waist card that could not be copied, he determined the identity of the other party. Therefore, there is no scruples in speaking. This is the style of the Supervisory Academy. Everything is strict and it only works internally.

"You are responsible for this case?" Fan Xian looked at him curiously. "How many officials?" "The next official is seven things." Mutie smiled and replied: "It's just an errand."

"When can Sylvia get into Beijing?" Fan Xian suddenly thought of the only person card and frowned.

"The group of people ran fast, but now it is intercepted, and it will take some time to return to Kyoto."

Mu Tie looked at him and thought that he would have someone colluding with the North to assassinate this beautiful son. It seems that this son is the key candidate in the hospital. At the thought of this, his heart was hot, and he seemed to find a chance to be able to fly. He said with boldness: "Adult, although I don't know what you are doing in Beijing, you are first entering Kyoto, if there is anything. The place needs to be subordinated, please let me know."

Fan Xian curiously asked: "What about the things you are doing right now?"

Mu Tieyi said with a smile: "You can transfer it immediately. The hospitality has always been graded according to the hierarchy. As an adult, it is very simple to adjust me to help."

Fan Xian immediately guessed what the other party thought. He said with a smile: "I still have to avoid it. I don't know what to do. You lost my life with me. Why is it good?"

Suddenly, he thought about the three guards who died in Niulan Street the other day. These guards have followed themselves since they entered Beijing. They have not even remembered their names. People are already dead. .

Let the ring open the window, and the sky breeze from the outside suddenly poured into the room that had been sullen for a long time. Fan took a deep breath and got a good spirit. He decided to do something. He asked the heart of the Supervisory Office official. Road: "Is there a king named Wang Qiian?"

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