(Helping a friend with an advertisement, the address is...)

Also, it's the end of the month, and as usual, I'm very sincerely reaching out for monthly tickets. Yesterday, I really wasn't peeking at anything... I was just enjoying everyone's laughter, and I was having fun too. Initially, I planned to write this part more amusingly and then reveal the truth... but I was afraid the plot would be too slow. As you know, I'm always so long-winded, it's a truly hard habit to break.

I heard the monthly tickets are doubled during the May Day holiday... I'm pre-booking next month's tickets from everyone here, please vote for me tomorrow. However, I might have to attend an annual meeting next month, and after the meeting, I'll have to travel far away, so the updates might be a bit irregular. I'm informing you all in advance.

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Gao Da confirmed that there were no enemies in the vicinity, and he somewhat puzzledly returned the long sword to its sheath. The friction between the blade and the mouth of the sheath made a dry, dull sound.

The sixth department swordsmen dressed in black lotus robes beside him and the secret agents disguised as passersby not far away reported almost simultaneously that there was nothing unusual. Fan Xian's subordinates looked at him with a strange gaze, wondering what exactly had happened inside the carriage just now.

Teng Zijing cleared the wooden debris of the cartwheel in front of him and cautiously prepared to help him up.

Fan Xian shook his head, waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Then he realized that his subconscious anger had brought so much garbage to this quiet long street and caused so much trouble to his subordinates.

Gao Da walked to his side with the long sword on his back and asked in a low voice, "My Lord, what happened?"

"Nothing," Fan Xian said with a wry smile, taking a step forward.

The Supervisory Council's efficiency was extremely high. Not long after, a brand-new black carriage drove over from the corner of the street and stopped in front of everyone. Teng Zijing rubbed his legs, which had been weakened by the scare, and prepared to take the reins, but Fan Xian reprimanded, "You're so frightened, go back and rest."

Teng Zijing responded with a smile and handed the reins to Mu Feng'er.

Without being told, someone naturally began to clean up the street to avoid disturbing the people of the capital. The carriage started moving again. Fan Xian sat in the carriage lost in thought, without saying a word. Mu Feng'er drove the carriage down the quiet street. The more he drove, the more anxious he felt. He couldn't help but turn his head and say through the cotton curtain, "My Lord, the palace is urging us."

There was an imperial decree for Fan Xian to enter the palace to discuss matters, but Fan Xian was taking the carriage around the streets. Mu Feng'er was the one who had previously delivered the decree to the Prince He's residence. He knew that no matter how arrogant Master Fan was, His Majesty in the palace would probably not be willing to blame him, but what about himself? So he mustered his courage and began to urge him.

At this time, Fan Xian's mind was not on what Xihu or the imperial palace, but on a jumble of thoughts. He burst out cursing, "I'm thinking about things, don't bother me!"

The people around the carriage looked at each other, feeling very strange in their hearts, not understanding why Supervisor Fan was in such a bad mood today.

In the eyes of the officials of the world, Fan Xian, the supervisor of the Supervisory Council, was a gentle on the outside, ruthless and venomous fellow, but in the eyes of the internal staff of the Supervisory Council, Master Fan was an extremely lenient, extremely generous, and extremely magnanimous superior.

Not to mention bursting out cursing, Fan Xian wouldn't even say a harsh word to his confidants in his usual official duties. So everyone was surprised, wondering what had triggered Master Fan to be so失态(shī tài, lose composure). But no one dared to ask.

The carriage did not go straight into the imperial palace, but came to the Supervisory Council at Fan Xian's insistence.

He strode out of the carriage in three steps, not even looking at the square, black and gray building, and walked inside. On the way, Supervisory Council officials occasionally came out on official business. When they saw Supervisor Fan's face full of murderous aura today, they were all startled and quickly stepped aside to salute.

Just as he was about to enter the Supervisory Council, Fan Xian suddenly stopped.

He stopped so abruptly that Gao Da and Mu Feng'er, who were behind him, didn't react in time and almost bumped into each other.

Fan Xian didn't look at them... he just twisted his neck, turning his head back, trying desperately to reach... as if he wanted to see if there was anything unusual behind him.

It was really a difficult move for a person to turn his head to look at his buttocks. Even with the flexibility of a ninth-grade master like Fan Xian, it was very difficult.

His neck was a little sore, and his body naturally reacted, starting to circle in place, as if the buttocks covered by the black official uniform were ashamed to come into contact with his gaze and desperately trying to escape.

Turning his head to look at his buttocks, circling in place.

One circle after another.

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Fan Xian's move was really荒唐(huāng táng, absurd) and滑稽(huá jī, ridiculous). This was the gate of the Supervisory Council. He was the high-ranking supervisor of the Supervisory Council, but he was like a cat... constantly circling, vainly trying to see its tail.

Gao Da and Mu Feng'er, watching this scene, opened their mouths wide, and the corners of their eyes twitched directly. They were very speechless. In addition to being speechless, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, not knowing what Fan Xian was up to.

And the officials inside and outside the gate of the Supervisory Council were also stunned by this scene, and they turned into countless clay sculptures, watching Supervisor Fan circling in amazement.

However, it was quiet. The strong nerves of the Supervisory Council officials kept them silent. They didn't know whether Supervisor Fan, who had suddenly turned into a madman, was testing himself.

Gao Da closed his lips with difficulty, looked at Fan Xian, and thought that the young master had been with the Lin family's eldest son for too long and had become a little痴傻(chī shǎ, foolish).

Fan Xian suddenly stopped his whirling dance and stood in place.

Although he only circled a few times, for the people who saw this scene, the time of a few circles had made them feel like they were living a year.

Fan Xian stood in place for a while, then suddenly pointed his finger behind him and asked Gao Da, "Has my walking posture changed?"

"No," Gao Da shook his head in confusion.

Fan Xian felt relieved and sighed. He scratched his head and said, "I also think everything is normal."

Gao Da and Mu Feng'er couldn't understand. Fan Xian suddenly shivered, frowned in disgust, wiped his sweaty hands on the front of his clothes, and walked into the courtyard.

When the figures of the three of them disappeared into the hall of the main gate of the Supervisory Council, the Supervisory Council officials who had turned into clay sculptures came back to life. They felt extremely absurd in their hearts, looked at each other several times, saw the smiles in each other's eyes, and then a burst of discussion suddenly sounded.

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Fan Xian didn't know that his 失态(shī tài, indiscreet) behavior had brought countless topics of conversation to the subordinates of the Supervisory Council in this boring winter. He didn't have the mind to pay attention to these problems. He went directly into the secret room. Without greeting Yan Bingyun, who was confused, he directly asked him to bring over the intelligence files from the north for the past year and a half.

The Second Division's actions were extremely fast. In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, a mountain of northern intelligence files had been piled on the table in the secret room.

Fan Xian waved his hand and rudely asked Yan Bingyun to leave. Yan Bingyun frowned, saw Fan Xian's restlessness, and asked Gao Da and Mu Feng'er a few questions outside the room, but didn't get any clues.

One file after another was opened and then closed. Fan Xian frowned and fell into deep thought. Most of these files involved stories and news from the imperial palace in Shangjing. In the past, Fan Xian had read most of the content, especially the part involving the Emperor of Northern Qi, which was the most important thing he paid attention to.

However, it used to be very difficult to analyze the character of the Emperor of Northern Qi from these messy intelligence reports. Now, Fan Xian had his own guesses and judgments about the Emperor of Northern Qi in his mind. It was much easier to find clues based on this.

The so-called bold assumptions and careful verification, it's always easier to have a goal in front of you. Before long, Fan Xian had connected countless details in the old files through his own guesses, gradually approaching that荒唐(huāng táng, ridiculous) fact.

That fact that was enough to shock the world, make countless people lose their heads, and make Fan Xian feel uneasy.

These files clearly stated that the Emperor of Northern Qi had been held and raised by the Empress Dowager since he was a child, and even the close-fitting mammy had not been changed. For more than ten years, it had always been those two people. As an emperor, having only two mammies and very few palace maids was really contrary to the extravagant style of Northern Qi.

The explanation of the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi was that the Great Wei had been overthrown because of extravagance, so she wanted to teach His Majesty to get used to a simple life since childhood.

And the four concubines from ordinary families that the world thought the Emperor of Northern Qi didn't like women... in Fan Xian's eyes at this time, they were enough to explain too many things. Just like what the Second Prince said at the Prince He's residence, the harem of a monarch is a wonderful weapon to stabilize and balance the court. In theory, it is impossible not to make the daughters of several court ministers concubines.

This was a somewhat foolish behavior, but... Fan Xian knew today that this was the only choice that the mother and son... no, mother and daughter in the Northern Qi palace could make.

If the Emperor of Northern Qi married the daughter of a minister, but never had sexual relations, this news would naturally spread among the princes and nobles, arousing some people's guesses. And even if they didn't have sexual relations, they would always sit face to face, lie together, and those daughters of ministers would always discover something strange.

Only by marrying some daughters of commoners could they completely control everything.

With the all-pervasive intelligence methods of the Southern Qing Supervisory Council, even today, they could not have a completely detailed description of the Emperor of Northern Qi, not to mention what physical characteristics the other party had. This alone was enough to prove how strict the Northern Qi imperial palace was in protecting the body of the Emperor of Northern Qi.

All of this, under the circumstances that Fan Xian had made up his mind, pointed to a great secret that could not be made public.

Not marrying the daughters of ministers, and being so careful when taking a bath... In addition to proving that the Emperor of Northern Qi had some unspeakable secrets, it also indirectly made Fan Xian feel a little comforted.

The Emperor of Northern Qi was not a homosexual, he... she was a woman.

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Fan Xian rubbed his somewhat astringent eyes, raised his head, leaned back in his chair, and thought about something thoughtfully. He was still holding the intelligence sent by Si Lili through secret channels in his right hand, but there was no need to read it. Since the Emperor of Northern Qi was in this situation, Si Lili must have known it clearly. It was not hard to imagine that these constantly sent Shangjing intelligence reports must be full of水分(shuǐ fèn, exaggeration).

Fan Xian's right hand clenched slightly, and then released it immediately. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of what Haitang said in Shangjing City in Northern Qi that year.

"Several of our sisters think this is feasible..."

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Several sisters? A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips. Several sisters?... The combination of the Emperor of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo, and Si Lili was too powerful. They were playing with him in the palm of their hands, which was really infuriating.

Was the person who was with him that night really the little Emperor of Northern Qi? That faint fragrance of golden osmanthus... If it was really the little Emperor of Northern Qi, why would she take such a big risk to have a one-night stand with him?

Fan Xian frowned and buried himself in the files again, carefully examining the intelligence from the Shangjing imperial palace for the past year and a half.

He was a very self-aware person. Although he knew that he had the title of so-called Poet Immortal in this world, and even Zhuang MohHan appreciated him, and he had a good-looking skin, wrote a few sour lines, and said a few witty words... but he didn't think that he was a walking aphrodisiac, which could attract all the women in the world to fall under his black lotus robe regardless of life and death.

Especially the little Emperor of Northern Qi. Judging from the cooperation between Jiangnan and the northern regions, she was an extremely capable and far-sighted character. It was impossible for her to play a trick of seduction just because of Fan Xian's good looks.

As for feelings? Although Fan Xian believed in love at first sight, he didn't think that an emperor who had been dressing as a man for many years and living in vigilance and danger would indulge his mind so much.

Then there was only one explanation.

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After sorting out the intelligence from the past year and a half, Fan Xian raised his head again with some satisfaction. In this year and a half, the little Emperor of Northern Qi still went to court every day, there was no phenomenon of the monarch not going to court early, nor did she go out to play, let alone go to the detached palace to escape the heat or hunting.

In short, the little Emperor of Northern Qi had never been out of people's sight for more than two days. The drug supply in the Taiyuan Hospital of the Shangjing imperial palace was also normal. From Fan Xian's keen sense of drugs, there was no sign of pregnancy medicine at all. Of course, if the other party was doing it secretly, there was no way to find out.

However, based on the current situation, the little Emperor of Northern Qi could not be pregnant.

This judgment relaxed Fan Xian a lot. He subconsciously stood up and stretched. What he was most afraid of was that after having a one-night stand with the Emperor of Northern Qi, the other party would become pregnant with a child.

He was not unprepared to be a father, but he was not prepared to be the father of an emperor, especially not willing to become the other party's object of借种(jiè zhǒng, borrowing seed) in this passive and involuntary situation.

Borrowing seed, borrowing seed, since no seed has taken root and sprouted, then it doesn't matter. The gloom in Fan Xian's heart had long dissipated. Men are often like this. Having a sexual relationship with a woman is really nothing, even in this passive situation, they can still comfort themselves into enjoying it.

Suddenly thought of Ye Qingmei.

"Karma is a circle, and retribution is inevitable!"

Fan Xian smiled helplessly, thinking a little 阿Ｑ地 (Ā Q-like, self-deceivingly) that he was not as good as his mother in many ways, but at least in some respects, he had finally reached a tie with his mother - they had both slept with an emperor.

He subconsciously didn't think that his encounter was much more miserable than his mother's methods. He patted his buttocks that were a little numb from sitting for too long and left the secret room of the Supervisory Council with some fear and helplessness.

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Sitting in the carriage heading to the imperial palace, Fan Xian held the lead pencil specially made by the Inner Treasury and carefully thought for a while, and then wrote a line on white paper.

"I know what you did last summer."

Then he sealed the letter, gave it to Mu Feng'er, and asked him to take it to the secret little courtyard in the west of the city to give it to Wang Qinian.

Fan Xian's confidants had long been accustomed to Supervisor Fan using the Supervisory Council's secret channels to write love letters to the girls in the north, so Mu Feng'er didn't find it strange.

Fan Xian looked at his leaving figure and couldn't help but shake his head. Wang Qinian naturally knew who this letter was written to. But this was not a love letter, nor was it written to Haitang alone, but to the three girls.

He had been阴(yīn, double-crossed) by the other party, and now that he had reacted, he would naturally take advantage of it to seek some benefits, at least spiritual benefits. The first thing to do was to send a letter, write a line, and intimidate the other party.

With the wisdom of the little Emperor of Northern Qi, she would naturally understand what he meant.

Fan Xian played with the thin lead pencil head with two fingers, and then put it in the upper pocket of his lotus robe. He shook his head and suddenly thought of something. Before the eldest princess left the country, the little Emperor of Northern Qi personally gave her the golden osmanthus sachets... Could it be that with her intelligence and careful thoughts, she would not have guessed that this unique fragrance in the world would make him guess something?

His eyebrows furrowed, and he thought, could it be that the female emperor who had a one-night stand with him also had some concern for him in the depths of her heart, and couldn't bear to hide it for a lifetime, so she found a way to remind him?

He felt that he seemed to be thinking too much and sighed, no longer thinking about it, and secretly said in his heart: "I should have guessed long ago that people who are so obsessed with *Dream of the Red Chamber*... can't be a man anyway."

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The imperial study was already full of people. Fan Xian stood at the very bottom with an embarrassed expression. As soon as he entered the imperial study, he was scolded by His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Yu Nian, so naturally he didn't have the privilege of sitting down.

Perhaps some of the civil and military ministers in the room would feel gloating, but they all knew that the more fiercely His Majesty scolded, the more he doted on Fan Xian, so they didn't dare to show their happy emotions on their faces.

Fan Xian knew that he should be scolded. It involved major military and national affairs, but he had delayed entering the palace for so long. He had let the palace look for him several times. It was no wonder that the emperor would be so angry.

However, in Fan Xian's opinion, what he wanted to investigate today was a family matter, but it was actually a national affair. But this matter must not be told to others, only kept in his heart, and be scolded without saying a word.

Without saying a word, he forgot to ask for forgiveness, so the emperor's expression did not improve. He snorted coldly and left him in the cold.

The emperor summoned Fan Xian to the palace today, originally thinking of finding an opportunity to let him come into contact with the high-level decision-making place of Qing Yu Nian when dealing with emergencies, with the meaning of teaching and training him. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian came so late, which naturally made the emperor unhappy.

The discussion had already begun, and it was initially decided to let Ye Zhong lead his army three hundred miles west to suppress the restless nerves of Xihu, and at the same time let the Northern Expedition Grand Commandant Yan Xiaoyi return north early to resist Shang Shanhu's, a famous general of Northern Qi.

There were also some specific logistical issues. Fan Xian didn't listen to a word, but only knew that the emperor had finally fulfilled the promise he had made to him, and drove Yan Xiaoyi away, and Ye Zhong...

Fan Xian subconsciously looked up and saw a general sitting in the second seat on the right. The general was not tall, but rather fat. His eyes seemed to be drooping and he didn't seem to be energetic, but he occasionally glanced at Fan Xian, and his eyes were far-reaching.

This was Ye Ling'er's father, the former Kyoto garrison commander, and now the Dingzhou Grand Commandant Ye Zhong.

Fan Xian smiled at him gently, and suddenly heard Eunuch Yao already reading out the imperial decree. He heard how Qingli 7 years something something, and was shocked. Only then did he realize that the New Year had passed. The erotic story that happened in the small temple... The time should be in the summer of the year before last, not last year.

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After the emergency meeting in the imperial study ended, the emperor kept Fan Xian behind. He didn't scold him anymore, but just stared at him with his eyes. Fan Xian knew that he had made a mistake today, so he couldn't pretend to be tough anymore and asked for forgiveness with a wry smile.

The emperor frowned and said, "Weren't you at the Prince He's residence earlier? Where did you go later?"

Fan Xian replied with a smile, "Something urgent suddenly happened in the Supervisory Council, so I rushed over to deal with it."

The emperor said unhappily, "What could be more urgent than the border trouble?"

Fan Xian's expression did not change and he replied, "It was news from the north that Shang Shanhu had received the imperial decree to go south and had reached three hundred miles away from Yanjing... But he did not lead any personal soldiers."

The emperor's expression eased slightly and said, "So that's the case. The little Emperor of Northern Qi dared to use Shang Shanhu, which is already rare... But he didn't even dare to mobilize three hundred personal soldiers. It seems that his mind is only so-so."

Fan Xian thought to himself that there were many people in this world who had been emperors, but there were really few like you who were so confident to the point of being abnormal. The emperor then asked a few more casual questions about the gathering at the Prince He's residence. In his words and expression, he seemed to be very satisfied with the eldest prince's actions.

Fan Xian's heart shuddered. He knew that what the Second Prince said was right. Although the emperor was choosing his sons to fight, he still didn't want his sons to suffer unacceptable losses.

After saying a few more words, the emperor noticed Fan Xian's restless appearance and drove him out.

Fan Xian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. As soon as he flashed out of the side corridor of the Taiji Hall, he was stunned and stood in place, looking at the burly general in front of him and secretly became vigilant.