Chapter 67 – Tearing the White Robe

What an affectionate and righteous Yan Bingyun!

This kind of earnest words, but sandwiched with countless heartbreak and despair, spare the heart like iron Fan Xian in the side listening also can not help but sigh, Wei Hua’s face is even more furious, look at the peacefully seated in the chair of the speech Bingyun, seems to hate to immediately this enemy spy leader broken into pieces.

Along with a gust of weak and inaudible sobbing, Miss Shen was finally invited out of the manor cell.

Fan Xian sighed again, “What a sentient and righteous woman.” Having said that, he had big doubts in his heart, even if that young lady was the daughter of Shen Chong, the big head of the Northern Qi brocade guards, and even if Yan Bingyun might have had some emotional entanglements …… with her all these years that he had been lurking in Northern Qi, who was Yan Bingyun? Is the North Qi these fifteen years captured the South Qing the highest level of spies, detained guards how strict, how can let that Miss Shen walked in in a dignified manner, and just right in front of their own South Qing ambassadors acted out a play?

Suddenly, his heart moved and understood the thoughts of these counterparts in the north.

At this time, unlike the cell of the cell has been quiet a lot, sitting in the chair of the speech Bingyun did not get up, just pour himself a cup of tea slowly drink, this lurks in the north of Qi for many years of powerful characters, eyebrows like frost, face has a sense of indifference, give a person a kind of their own nothing cares about the feeling of – it seems that even their own life and death do not care much! .

Wei Hua at this time seems to have calmed down from his previous anger, looked at Yan Bingyun and frowned, said: ”Mr. Yan, no matter how to say, in the first two years, we are also considered good friends …… everyone for their own country, it would not have been a big deal, but please keep in mind that there are some things that I will never be able to I can never forgive. After you leave this time, please keep in mind never set foot in my Daqi again. His Majesty has already issued a secret decree through Lord Shen, if you dare to step into my Da Qi again in the future, my Da Qi will put together three thousand iron cavalry to chop off your head.”

Yan Bingyun half lowered his head, as if he hadn’t heard him, his fingers gently playing with the small handle of his teacup. Ever since his identity was revealed and he was imprisoned last year, this Great Talent of Yun, who used to be a long-sleeved dancer in social occasions in Shangjing, seemed to have turned into a natural mute.

“I came to see him today.” Fan Xian said to Wei Hua with an expressionless face, “I need an exact date for when I can pick him up and return him to the mission.”

“Can’t go back to the legation, he can only sneak out of Shangjing, you have to know how many people …… in Shangjing want to tear your fresh meat of this Lord Yan alive.” Wei Hua chillingly said.

Fan Xian shook his head and said, “His Majesty has decreed that I must receive Lord Yan back to the mission, as for the cover up, we will naturally do it, do you think we want to invite unnecessary trouble?”

Wei Hua frowned, he knew that Sean and Si Li Li had already entered the upper capital, the Southern Qing side in this secret agreement had already done enough to get a head start, it was indeed not good for his side to delay any longer. The other thing was that Fan Xian’s intrusion into his own residence last time had indeed stirred up a lot of controversy. But that seemingly absurd proposal of the other party had somehow really impressed the people in the palace, as well as that Lord Shen who held a lot of power in his hands.

“I’ll do the formalities right away.”

Fan Xian nodded calmly and said, “Can you make it easier? I would like to have a chat with Lord Yan alone.”

Wei Hua frowned, thinking that if the other party really wanted to discuss something, wouldn’t it be more secretive to wait until Yan Bingyun returned to the mission. Thinking about it and wondering what this Lord Fan wanted to do, he nodded and gestured for that Deputy Recruiting Envoy to retreat with him.

In the room there was only Fan Xian, Wang Qinian …… and that always half lowered his head, indifference incomparable Yan Bingyun.

Fan Xian did not have the self-consciousness of being in the enemy’s Jinyiwei prison, and with a gentle smile on his face, he dragged a chair and sat down in front of Yan Bingyun, looking at the young man’s handsome face, he opened his mouth and said, “My name is Fan Xian.”

Fan Xian was well aware that he had already entered Kyoto before Yan Bingyun was arrested. The other party, as the general head of the Supervisory Court in the north, must have heard of his name.

As expected, after hearing the two words Fan Xian, Yan Bingyun’s fingers slowly left the handle of that extremely slippery teacup and raised his head, glancing at him.

Only those eyes were filled with sarcasm and disdain, something that surprised Fan Xian.

“Fan Xian? The illegitimate son of the Minister of the Household, Fan Jian, grew up in Tanyu State, likes to drink wine, has no talent, that’s all.” Yan Bingyun spoke once again, his voice was sheepish and soft, completely at odds with the cold look he kept on his face, “What are you doing here?”

Fan Xian sighed and said, “I say, Lord Yan, you’ve been locked up for half a year, and the world has long since changed a lot. Firstly, my father has already become the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and secondly, the talentless me is now respectfully serving as the main envoy of the mission, and the first and foremost thing that I have come to Northern Qi this time is to take you back to your country.” For some reason, Yan Bingyun seemed to be extremely averse to the name Fan Xian, and Fan Xian did not understand why.

“Fetch me back to my country?” Yan Bingyun slowly raised his head once again, he was only in his mid-twenties this year, but his pair of eyebrows already had some silver threads mixed in, looking a bit bizarre, “Who are you? Why should I trust you?”

“I, Fan Xian, am currently the Tisan of the Supervisory Academy.” Fan Xian knew that the other party, as the head of the secret spies, would be very careful, and the other party must still be guessing whether or not he was a trick made by the Qi people, so he removed the plaque from his waist and waved it in front of Yan Bingyun’s eyes.

Yan Bingyun’s eyes swept over the wooden sign, his brows slightly furrowed, knowing that this sign was extremely difficult to forge, but he still couldn’t believe that this person in front of him, who was even younger than himself, would actually become the Lord Tishee of the courtyard. It must be known that the Lord Tiji is a transcendent existence under the dean, the eight divisions are nominally not under his jurisdiction, but in reality, they are all subject to his constraints.

And this half a year of imprisonment life, Yan Bingyun even more has long closed his mind and soul, will not believe in any change around him that seems a little unreasonable. He did not dare to take any risks, because any information he spit out, there is a possibility that the Qing spy system in Northern Qi all destroyed, this matter is very big, have to be careful.

Wang Qinian, who had been silent at the side, stepped forward and said softly, “Lord Yan, Lord Fan is the newly appointed Tiji, and this time he came north specifically to rescue your lordship from prison.”

Yan Bingyun looked at Wang Qinian somewhat indifferently and said, “You are Lord Wang from one place?”

“Precisely.” Facing Yan Bingyun who had been sitting peacefully in his chair, for some reason, Wang Qinian felt a little nervous, thinking that the other party had been imprisoned for most of the year, Wang Qinian didn’t know whether to admire the other party or sympathize with the other party, and this period of time wasn’t thought to be too good to endure.

“I don’t need you to confirm my identity.” Fan Xian gently patted Yan Bingyun’s shoulder and said with a smile, “This matter is almost over anyway, you can keep silent all the time, along with the mission back to China, and keep speaking after seeing Chen Pingping or your father, I think you will feel more at ease this way.”

Hearing him say this, Yan Bingyun’s brow furrowed, knowing that this couldn’t possibly be a calculation by the Northern Qi.

However, Fan Xian saw something else strange in the other party’s frown, and his face chilled as he carefully flicked his fingers onto the collar of Yan Bingyun’s coat.

Yan Bingyun looked up at him, a hint of teasing added to his gaze beyond his indifference, and said softly, “You want to see?”

“Uh-huh.” Fan Xian calmly hmmm’d, then used his fingers to slowly pull apart the white robe on Yan Bingyun’s body, the robe was as plain as clouds and snow, and the separation of the fabric from Yan Bingyun’s body was accompanied by a very subtle tearing sound.

Yan Bingyun’s face was unchanged, and even her eyebrows did not quiver for a second.

Fan Xian’s face but some ugly up, that layer of white robe below, is the speech ice cloud horror of the neck skin, above all red a purple a scar, obviously are newborn flesh, seems to have been will be maintained for a long time, to return to today’s condition. Only one neck, there are so many wounds, can imagine, in this wide white robe to cover, speech ice cloud’s body actually suffered what kind of torture.

Wang Qinian cursed angrily. Fan Xian, however, returned to his calm face and looked at Yan Bingyun’s indifferent face and asked, “How long has it been since you were tortured?”

“Three months.” Yan Bingyun replied with a smile, as if this body, which had suffered half a year of horrific torture, was not his own.

Fan Xian carefully straightened his collar and sighed, “Beiqi knew the time we came, so they stopped for three months. After three months, this wound is still so horrible, Lord Yan has really suffered.”

Yan Bingyun glanced at him lightly, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied with the words that came out of this Lord Tiji’s mouth, and said indifferently, “Your concern seems a bit redundant.”

Fan Xian choked, not knowing how to speak, he had only wanted to show his concern, only to be ridiculed by this kind brother as not being professional enough.

“I won’t say anything until the agreement is confirmed.” Yan Bingyun looked into Fan Xian’s eyes and said, “I’m just curious as to what means the imperial court used to actually be able to fish me out of the hands of the Northern Qi people.”

Without waiting for Fan and Wang to reply, Yan Bingyun gasped and said grimly, “Don’t tell me that the imperial court would be so stupid as to trade the meadow of Subterranean Dragon Bay for a useless fellow like me.”

“Don’t worry, even if I were willing, His Majesty wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that.” Fan Xian shook his head helplessly and told this Lord Yan the general content of this agreement.

The room suddenly fell into an extremely strange silence. Yan Bingyun half-hung his head and did not speak for half a day. Fan Xian looked at him and suddenly heard Yan Bingyun mutter to himself, “Exchanging Sean for me?”

“Stupid!”

Yan Bingyun raised his head violently, staring at Fan Xian dead in the face with a sneering and angry gaze, only to remain extremely calm and suppress his voice to an extremely low level.