Joy of Life: I, a man, became the Queen of Northern Qi?

Chapter 172 Wuzhu returns with a complete plan.

Want a detailed map of the palace?

We can’t let others know about this. My brother just wants to sneak into the palace!

I just said that you have been behaving well recently, and you are so radical again and want to do such an exciting thing, right?

"Hush! Keep your voice down!" Fan Xian put his finger on his lips and explained, "I have reasons to go. Of course, Ruoruo, don't worry too much. The more detailed the map you give me, the less danger there will be after I make some plans!"

For some reason, Fan Ruoruo thought of the blind senior she had met before.

She felt relieved, and seeing that Fan Xian was anxious to get it, she agreed.

Afterwards, Fan Xian pretended to ask about some secrets of the palace and the relationships between the ladies. Fan Ruoruo did not hide anything from him and began to draw the picture while explaining in detail.
Finally, Fan Xian got the information he wanted.

Worried about the black box in his heart, he did not bother his sister any more and quietly left the room and wandered alone in the yard.

"Who is this Iron Judge?"

A name on the file given by Dean Chen always worries Fan Xian.
As he was daydreaming, he suddenly felt a gust of evil wind coming from behind his head!
His thoughts raced, moving his body along. Although he tried to dodge subconsciously, he was unable to keep up with the speed of the evil wind and was hit hard on the back by a stick.

Fan Xian groaned and staggered forward two steps, feeling a burning pain in his back.

After coughing twice, he turned around with a wry smile and said, "Uncle Wuzhu, can you change the way you greet me next time?"

“You’ve regressed.”

Wu Zhu's voice was as calm as usual, without any fluctuations. "The necessary vigilance has been relaxed."

What should I be wary of when I'm in my own house?
Apart from you, my uncle, who can come and go so freely, who else can get behind me silently without being noticed?

Fortunately, the years of beatings had made Fan Xian accustomed to Wu Zhu's strength. The Qi in his body accelerated and the pain slowly subsided. Seeing Wu Zhu again made Fan Xian's joy overwhelm the bitterness of being beaten. He immediately smiled happily and said, "Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much!"

Fan Xian's enthusiasm always comes so quickly, so quickly that even the cold Wu Zhu is not used to it.

He took a step back without leaving any trace, and said to himself, "I have already checked the other two places, but the key to the box is not there. Now the only place left to look for is the palace."

Fan Xian was a little surprised when he heard this and frowned slightly. It turned out that Uncle Wu Zhu had gone out of town to look for the key during this period.

Now that the peace talks are approaching, as a deputy envoy, he is stuck in Kyoto and cannot get away easily, so he can only set his sights on the imperial palace. This time, Uncle Wu Zhu's return has made him even more convinced that the key is indeed in the palace.

Feeling that Wu Zhu was a little different from the past, he guessed and asked, "Uncle, have you remembered something again?"

"This time, searching for the key did remind me of a lot of things, but they were just fragments of memories."

Wu Zhu covered his head with one hand, his face showing pain, but his tone was still cold and cold, "I shouldn't have listened to Chen Pingping and left the key in Kyoto."

"Uncle! Don't even think about it!"

Fan Xian lowered his voice, walked forward, held Wu Zhu's arm, and said slowly, "We'll know if the key is in the palace if we go find out."

Wu Zhu nodded mechanically, loosened his hands that were covering his head and looked sideways towards the house. He seemed to be able to clearly see the young lady of the Fan family who was still writing furiously.

"I'll help you get the key."

The conversation between the two seemed as if they could enter the Qing Palace whenever they wanted.

If you ask which place in the world is the most difficult to enter, the temple ranks first, and the imperial palace ranks second, regardless of whether it is Southern Qing or Northern Qi.

Not only is it heavily guarded and patrolled by royal guards, but it is also because of the presence of a grandmaster!

"Uncle, is that eunuch Hong Sixiang a grandmaster? He is the chief eunuch and has served three dynasties. Others know that he has a high level of cultivation but have not even tested whether he is a grandmaster." Fan Xian described Hong Sixiang's performance at the court meeting. After a pause, he continued, "No matter what, with him guarding the palace, it will not be easy for us to get the key."

"He is not a grandmaster."

Wu Zhu shook his head.

"Although I have never fought with Hong Sixiang, the feeling he gave me was different from that of Ye Liuyun and Ku He. However, he could indeed vaguely sense my presence."

"I will lead him out of the palace and give you enough time." Wu Zhu looked at Fan Xian through the black cloth on his face and asked softly, "If Hong Sixiang is not a grandmaster, can I kill him?"

"No! No! We just need to hold him back. If we really kill him, this will become a big deal!"

Fan Xian waved his hands hastily, because he knew that Uncle Wu Zhu had no "humanity".

Killing people is like a child holding a straight wooden stick, sweeping across the camellia trees within a radius of 100 meters, it is so quick and clean.
At the same time, he once again confirmed one thing in his heart, that is, there really is another grand master in the palace!
Uncle Wuzhu was cautious, and although he had not fought with Hong Sixiang yet, he did not sense any fear in him. He thought that even if he had a high level of cultivation, it was still within the ninth rank. You know, when Ye Liuyun was still alive, he came to challenge Uncle Wuzhu, and Uncle Wuzhu wanted to kill him!

It's just that it can't be killed.

If it wasn't for the purpose of getting the key this time and not wanting to alarm others, his approach would have been a little gentler. For his own safety, Uncle Wu Zhu would have really killed Hong Sixiang and left himself 'enough' time to search!

Seeing Wuzhu nodded in agreement, the matter was settled.

Not long after, Fan Ruoruo came out with rice paper on which she had drawn a detailed map of the palace.

Seeing that mysterious senior came to see her brother again, she bowed to him, said nothing more, and quietly left Fan Xian's yard, which really made people feel relieved.

After she left, seeing Wu Zhu's footsteps that had not stopped for a long time, Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and he seized the rare opportunity to ask: "Uncle, you have been traveling all over the country for so long, do you know the situation of the shadow in the Supervisory Council and the Iron Judge of Northern Qi?" "Do you want to kill them?" Wu Zhu said coldly, like a professional killer waiting to take a task.

How can just two or three sentences be considered murder?

Can't Uncle Wuzhu see the beauty of the world and experience the life of ordinary people? I don't know if Uncle Wuzhu is really blind. Every time he hits him, the position is exactly the same, very accurate.
"I'm not trying to kill anyone. I just want to understand."

Fan Xian responded seriously, "They are both ninth-rank, but after seeing Shadow kill people, I realized the difference. I heard about the Iron Judge from Dean Chen. I heard that he is active in Northern Qi, specializing in killing corrupt officials and evil people who do evil. Even if the target is on guard and protected by a ninth-rank expert, he cannot escape."

"But the other party recently disappeared in Northern Qi and broke into Qing to commit crimes. As the Supervisory Council's chief, isn't this the meaning of knowing yourself and knowing your enemy?"

Fan Xian shrugged and asked curiously, "Uncle, you have no Qi cultivation at all, but you can compete with a grandmaster. How did you do that?"

Wu Zhu looked at him noncommittally and said calmly, "Use the Shadow's attack moves on me."

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Fan Xian memorized Shadow's moves and attacked Wu Zhu. After two moves in just a breath, Wu Zhu released the hand that was holding Fan Xian's throat.
"I have mastered the Four-Gu Sword Technique and have reached a certain level of proficiency."

Wu Zhu gave his own conclusion. At the same time, he also thought of what kind of swordsmanship to use to delay Hong Sixiang. Dongyi City had to take the blame for this.

"As for the Iron Judge you asked about, I haven't met him yet." Seeing Fan Xian frowning in thought, he continued to answer the last question: "In my opinion, fighting a Grandmaster is no different from fighting an ordinary person. As long as you are faster and stronger, you can break through the opponent's body protection Qi and attack them. The difference between a Ninth Rank and a Grandmaster is just the length of time it takes."

Wu Zhu did not hide anything from Fan Xian, but his frankness brought Fan Xian great pressure.

"If the Grandmaster doesn't flee and the fight lasts for more than three days, I can kill Ye Liuyun."

Fan Xian didn't know how to respond to this. From what Uncle Wu Zhu said, it seemed that he could do it as long as he underwent hard training. He had no choice but to play dumb and deal with Wu Zhu with a serious face, thus ending the conversation tonight.

After Uncle Wu Zhu left, Fan Xian made a judgment on the shadow's identity and had some vague guesses in his mind.

He checked the map in his hand and calculated the success rate of this trip into the palace. For some reason, he attached more and more importance to the black box left by his mother. The key to open the box was placed in such a secret place. There must be something very important or terrifying hidden in it!

Not to mention that even with Uncle Wu Zhu’s strength, he couldn’t break the protection of the box.

Could it be that there is the treasure map of the Ye family in it?
You know what, the more I think about it, the more this possibility seems to be true!
I created such a huge family business back then, so it's reasonable for me to leave my son some property that outsiders don't know about, right?
He returned to the house, took out the box and checked it again. Seeing that he still found nothing, he kicked it under the bed, then turned over and got into bed, falling asleep comfortably with a full sense of security.
The next day, when Fan Xian went to the Ministry of Rites to report for duty as usual, Xin Qiwu pulled him aside mysteriously and said in a low voice, "The time for the peace talks has been set. It will be tomorrow. Young Master Fan, you must prepare when you return."

Fan Xian bowed to the other party and looked at the cunning face of the man who was in his thirties and no longer had the smile he usually had. He pretended to be stupid and asked, "You are the chief officer. I am just learning from you. What do I have to prepare?"

Xin Qiwu sighed and said, "I believe Master Fan has also heard that the Northern Qi delegation came to the capital this time to negotiate the follow-up of the war, such as the compensation for the border. Of course, although these are important, we still have to discuss the return of the captured soldiers and the exchange of Xiao En for Yan Bingyun; and the Dongyi City delegation came to respond to the assassination of the second son of Prime Minister Lin. It is said that they brought a large amount of silver and beauties, but they are all war reparations to Northern Qi!"

Fan Xian frowned and said, "Since it is to compensate Northern Qi, why did Dongyi City send envoys to Qing Kingdom? Wouldn't it be better to negotiate with Northern Qi in private?"

"Master Fan, you don't know this." Xin Qiwu reminded carefully: "Dongyi City must compensate Northern Qi, but the amount of compensation is not something that the two countries can discuss privately."

"Lord Xin is saying that Dongyi City wants to use the power of our Qing Kingdom to negotiate with Northern Qi?"

"So-called negotiations are just bargaining by taking advantage of the situation. There is also the intention of uniting with us."

Fan Xian didn't understand this and asked, "The ministers in the court can see it clearly, and I believe Your Majesty can see it clearly too. But why did Lord Xin tell me to make preparations as soon as I return?"

"Oh my little Master Fan, it's already this late, why are you still playing dumb with me?"

Xin Qiwu was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down, and hurriedly explained: "What are these two countries talking about after the war? Isn't it still about the division of territory?"

"That's the land and people of the three states. If the negotiation goes well, we will be rewarded, but it will be insignificant. But if the negotiation goes badly, it will provoke His Majesty's wrath, which is extremely inappropriate! You may not know that His Majesty invited the Sword Saint to go to Northern Qi on the condition that he would not pursue the death of the second son of Prime Minister Lin. In other words, this time not only can we not gain any benefits from Dongyi City, but we have to help them negotiate with the Northern Qi delegation!"

"Whether or not to exchange Sean for Young Master Yan Bingyun is related to the negotiations on the division of land. Your Majesty and Dean Chen have not yet come to a definite conclusion on this point."

Xin Qiwu seemed to be concerned and said, "You are the director of the Supervisory Council, and you can speak in front of His Majesty. You must find out about these things in advance and prepare well, so that you will not make mistakes in the negotiations."

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, then he realized the key point and understood the real reason why his superiors wanted him to be the deputy envoy for the peace talks.

Some things cannot be put on paper. They can only be chosen by the people below to understand the intentions of the people above. If something goes wrong, they will be the ones to bear the blame, and it has nothing to do with the people above.
But that was the result of the soldiers fighting for their lives. Although they were defeated, were the land and people of the three states just thrown away in vain?
For a moment, this question of choice stumped Fan Xian.

He frowned and thought for a while, then he bowed his hands in gratitude and said, "I am new to the court and have little experience. If it weren't for Lord Xin's reminder, I might not understand the mystery."

While thinking about the information that Dean Chen gave him, he also glanced at Prime Minister Lin's face. Although it was difficult to explain to him, he thought that if he explained it afterwards, he would probably understand him, right?

Fan Xian probed, "If territory is the most important thing, according to Lord Xin, should we be tougher or gentler during tomorrow's negotiations?"

Xin Qiwu shook his head and sighed, "I think Master Fan has learned some inside information that I don't know, and he has made a judgment in his mind. Let's see what conditions the other party offers in this negotiation before changing our attitude!"

As long as Fan Xian knows His Majesty's bottom line, there shouldn't be any problems in this negotiation.

However, Xin Qiwu still reminded him: "Master Xiao Fan, as the deputy envoy this time, you are at the center of the storm. The whole court is watching you. If things go wrong, I can pass a message to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and ask him to come forward to guarantee you!"

Another attempt by the prince to win over others?
Although Xin Qiwu meant well, Fan Xian did not want to stand on the side of the prince. He smiled and responded, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Xin. I think you are worrying too much. This negotiation should go smoothly."

"That's good."

After checking in, we leave work, everything goes smoothly.

When the day of the negotiation came, when Fan Xian stepped into the Honglu Temple hall used for the negotiation, he saw a man from the Northern Qi delegation with a shabby face stood up and said to him:
"The young hero of your country who is said to be as good as our queen in literature and as good as our saint in martial arts."

"It's you?"

(End of this chapter)