Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan was too late to explain, smiled and ordered: "I said, you remember." He didn't have time to grind, he picked up a quill, picked up some ink left in the ring, handed it to his sister, and closed his eyes. , began to recall the complex palace distribution and road direction in the palace.

Fan Ruoruo writes more white face, Fan leisure because of memory consumption, his face is getting whiter, and the two brothers and sisters have turned into two big white faces. Finally, I painted the route in the palace seven or seven, and Fan Ruoru finally couldn’t help but whispered out, "Brother, you know, this is a big crime of rebellion."

Fan was released and sat down in his chair, not talking for a long time. Today, I spent half a day in the palace. I have to talk to the noble people and talk about the complicated roads. Finally, I have been confronted with the spirit of the princess for a long while. It is too exhausting and I can’t relax.

He is naturally familiar with the law, and he knows that the palace is a building that is absolutely not allowed to draw. This is to prevent people from trying to sneak into the palace to do things that are bad. Fan Xian needs this picture because he has already set a plan, and in this plan, that night, he should sneak into the palace to find the key.

He can inquire Lin Biao's road in the palace, but it is too risky, and the road where the master and the son walk, and the road planned by Fan Yu are completely two concepts, even if Wu Zhu tells himself not to do it - like those rockeries After the hiding place, the blind spots in the flowers, if you don't walk with yourself, it is impossible to make a map that you are very satisfied with today.

Fan Xian stood up and went to the table to pick up the picture drawn by his sister. He found that although he was in a hurry, his sister’s brushwork was still meticulous. He couldn’t help but patted his sister’s head and said, “Things have become. Please go to one. Shiju eats seafood."

When Fan Ruoru was angry, he grabbed the map and said: "Is things still done? What happened! You know that you don't know how big this is? No, I have to tell my father."

Fan casually smiled a bit, thinking that the imperial power should not make the concept of infringement really deep into the hearts of the people. Of course, he also understands that his sister is mainly worried about his safety and the children of the government. If he is known to himself and the map of the emperor, he is afraid Fan Fu and the royal family's love will also be very bad.

"Do not worry. I will rest for a while, immediately put this picture down, and then burn it, no one will know." Fan idled and comforted his sister.

Fan Ruo’s tears swirled in his eyes: "Why are you painting this picture?"

Fan sighed with a sigh of relief. Looking down at my sister's eyes, I said in a word: "Because there is something I want in the palace."

"You are going to the palace to steal...?" Fan Ruo was surprised to scream and quickly cover his mouth.

Fan Xian said seriously: "Not bad. But it is not stealing, because that thing is originally mine."

Fan Ruoruo got rid of the shocked emotions, immediately replied to the calmness and intelligence of the weekdays, judged the truth of the matter, and lowered the voice of the slight shaking and said: "Is it related to ... Ye Hao?

Fan Xiao smiled and said: "This thing must not be you." Very simple words, but full of the brothers and sisters know each other. He then smiled and said: "What is your brother? Who is your brother? Punch the seven-year-old child, kick the seven-year-old man. Stand on the graveyard and scream. If you refuse to accept me, the result is that no one dares to swear. Haha."

If you smile a little hard, I feel that my joke is really funny, but I am still worried. I know that Fan Xian is a beautiful and gentle appearance, but in fact, the person with extraordinarily hard and cold eyes can’t say it. He went and prayed at home every day.

"In fact, I am very selfish." Fan looked at her sorrow and suddenly calmed down and said: "Whenever there is something that I am extremely difficult to bear, I am willing to tell you that the surface is trust, in fact, maybe just looking for Personally share the pressure. But I never thought that this kind of stress is a greater pain for you. At least I have something you can talk about. Who can you say? For example, my mother is Ye Jia’s female host, for example, I am going to the palace to steal things.”

If you look at him with a hint of bitterness: "Trust and pressure, the two are offset, I still like my brother not to glare at me."

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Negotiations are still going on, and the work of re-demarcation is very difficult. Under the support of the analysis of the case, Fan Guohong’s officials responsible for the negotiations were extremely tough, and on several occasions, they almost forced the North Qi to make The regiment draws on the paperwork, but I don’t know why, maybe what happened in Beiqi, and the mission of Beiqi has been brazen or even hysterical, seemingly waiting for something.

The taste of this conspiracy was immediately scented by the experienced Hongjun Temple Shaoqing Xinqi. On the afternoon of this afternoon, after a no-negotiation negotiation, he held a small teapot and looked at Fan’s eyes and motioned him to come out with himself. All the way, officials all paid tribute to the two deputy deputies, and finally found a quiet place. Xin Shaoqing was tired and said with a sigh: "Fan Daren, do you think something is abnormal?"

For this decision, Fan Leisure holds the correct attitude of watching and gilding, but after all, he is involved from the beginning to the end. Fan Xian also feels that it is strange to change the attitude of the group. However, if there is a new bar that can be relied upon, it should be put out at this time, and it will not be dragged on the negotiating table.

He thought about it, and suddenly his brow wrinkled: "I am afraid that Beiqi is now trying to get some chips to make it easier to use at the negotiating table."

Xin Shaoqing looked at him and nodded. "I think so too, so I will enter the palace to see the holy tonight. Please ask the Holy Sepulchre to make the Procuratorate work around the Hongjun Temple. I don't know what the North Qi is thinking. What, I am really not at ease."

Van is leaning on the railing, staring and contemplating, thinking about what Qiqi is trying to get? Unreasonable, he had a flash of light in his mind, and thought of the spy network set up by the Supervisory Institute in Beiqi, and thought of the saying that the North Qi had not been lurking for four years.

I don't know what he is thinking. Xin Shaoqing said with a voice: "I am entering the palace tonight, but after all, I have less access to the face. Fan, the deputy, you can't hide it anymore."

Fan casually smiled, thinking that the other party must have thought that the last file was helped by the father’s secret power, but the forces that God knows and his father secretly took care of for the emperor never even touched himself. However, after thinking about it, he felt that he really needed to ask, at least to ensure the safety of Yan Bingyun in the North Qi.

That night, in the secret small courtyard. Fan Xian summoned Wang Qiian and told him about his concern with Xin Shaoqing. Wang Qinian’s face reaction gave Fan a little ominous omen.

"There have been no receipts for the crows in the courtyard for eight days." Wang Qinian’s brow furrowed very tightly.

"This kind of news should not be known to you at this level." Fan idled and shook his head. "But I don't ask you how to know. I just want to remind you through the courtyard and let the North Qi pay attention to safety." ""

Wang Qiian shook his head: "It's all single-line contact. If it's broken, it's hard to renew it. What's more, the son of the son is the head of the North Qi Mi Mission. If he has an accident, then contact will not help."

"In any case, remind him to pay attention to safety." Fan Xian’s eyes were a bit cold, he did not like to give up any one because of the country’s Ligai, especially the saying of the ice cloud, the son of a senior official, lurking four Years, a lot of sacrifices. Today, Fan Xian has already regarded himself as a member of the Qing Dynasty. A part of the Supervisory Academy, naturally, is a cry for the words that have never been met. There is a kind of awe.

Fan is thinking about another thing. Looking calmly at Wang Qinian: "I have a mission, but I can't go through the courtyard. I hope I can seek your help."

Wang Qinian looked at the adults in a confused way.

"Cannot report to President Chen know." Fan Xian's tone is very calm, but Wang Qinian can hear the chill in it.

"Yes." This word exports, Wang Qiian knows that he has already lost his life, all in this seemingly gentle, but really ruthless young adult. As for the hospital, Dean Chen only told him to listen to Fan Daren, and did not confess anything else.

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On the evening of the same day, the unfortunate news finally got the team. The Ghost Network of the Qingyuan Supervisory Hospital was fortunately saved in the northern part of the network. But what surprised people was that the ice was the head of the gang. The cloud, but in the silky satin of Beijing in the North Qi, was smashed by the masters of the Northern Qi Dynasty!

For such incidents, it is generally opened by the lower level and then traced back. It is rare that this kind of thing captures the highest level of the spy network. There is only one possibility for this to happen, that is, the high-level inside the country, and some people are abroad.

It is of course impossible to spread the news that the ice cloud has been arrested. Although it will have a certain blow to the reputation of the country, it is even less in line with the interests of the Northern Qi Dynasty. It is necessary to use such a leader in exchange for the corresponding benefits, not only It is to fight the morale of the enemy.

For the Qing officialdom, the director of the Supervisory Institute, who is the grandson of Yan Ruohai, died four years ago. No one knows that he was sent to the North Qi by the court.

In the past few days, everyone who knew this thing did not sleep well.

In the most secret room of Hongjun Room, Xin Shaoqing closed his eyes and handed the paper in his hand to Fan Xian. Fan took a look at it, it was a painting, the painting was a thin cloud, and it was above the ice field. This piece of paper was negotiated today. In the Northern Qi Dynasty, an inconspicuous person in the group secretly handed it to the hands of Xin Shaoqing. At that time, the look on the face of the man almost provoked Xin Shaoqing’s sword to be removed from the guard.

There is an ice cloud in the painting. It seems that the Qiqi group has already got the news and is ready to offer.

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