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Dingbian Hou Yang Fan and Great Yin Crown Prince Liu Zhaoyan were childhood friends. Back then Mrs. Hou died young, and the old Hou Ye had been hanging out at the border for many years, so it was inconvenient for him to bring his young son with him.Whether it is to show the kindness of the heavenly family, or to coerce the border marquis for an extra bargaining chip, the old emperor made the decision to take the son of Dingbian Marquis who was not as tall as an adult's thigh into the palace, euphemistically calling it "as a companion for the prince".

Of course, at that time, the eldest prince was busy trying to please his father, and the third prince was a glutinous rice dumpling who couldn't speak at all. After calculation, only the second prince born by the empress was about the same age, and he was the same age as Shizi Yang. A scourge on earth that is not too serious for stabbing someone.

When he was a little older, Yang Fan came to the military camp with the old Dingbian Marquis, the second prince became the crown prince, and began to attend the court, and saw each other less, but the friendship formed in his youth was still deep.

Although the prince is young, he is benevolent and clear, and he can faintly see the style of the Mingjun in the prosperous age.Yang Fan secretly hoped that he would become a famous sage king, and the first priority of a sage king is to be close to virtuous ministers and far away from villains.

It's no wonder that Marquis Yang didn't like Zhang Jingche even when he looked left and right.

Yang Fan believed that Zhang Jingche was a "treacherous sycophant" and deliberately left him in Beile to fend for himself. However, Jingli sent letters one after another, and Yang Fan's own conscience couldn't get over it. After struggling for two or three days, he still sent troops to save him.

Yang Fan didn't think about how to settle down after being rescued.

He left the person behind for half a month, until he saw the dusty folding fan lying aside, he vaguely remembered that there was such a person.Yang Fan thought for a while, and felt that after such an experience, this person surnamed Zhang was about to be reused. He was also a confidant of the East Palace, and it was not a problem that he and the person surnamed Zhang had always been at odds.

On this day, he sleeved his folding fan, found an excuse, retreated from the guards guarding the door, and opened Zhang Jingche's curtain.

Although Zhang Jingche is the "Leader of Youyun", he has no official position, his residence is very inconspicuous, and the furnishings in the camp are also extremely simple. There is only a camp bed and a quilt, which looks a bit empty.

Zhang Jingche was sleeping on the bed in an awkward sleeping position. He used a thick soft pillow to cushion his waist. He seemed to be sitting but not sitting or lying down. He looked like he was resting with his eyes closed. Only after listening to his steady and long breathing did he know who he was. Fell asleep.

Yang Fan found an open space to sit down, and looked at Zhang Jingche with his chin resting, the more he watched, the more he couldn't help feeling emotional.He had always regarded Zhang Jingche as a calamity, but now he had to admit that this calamity was born really well, the world is full of colors, and [-]% of it is on him.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but lose his mind, Zhang Jingche suddenly frowned when he pulled back the thoughts that had been crooked to the sky, and slowly opened his eyes.

Probably because of the pain in the wound, his breathing was disordered for a moment, but when he saw who the person at the head of the bed was, the disorder was suppressed, and he nodded indifferently and politely: "Marquis Yang."

Zhang Jingche was sitting high on the pillow, motionless. Yang Fan knew that he was seriously injured, so he didn't take it seriously. He took out a folding fan from his sleeve and threw it to him in the air: "Many matters have been handled about the same. It can take two or three days at the fastest, and five or six days at the slowest." , this Marquis will set off to return to Beijing to return to his command, will you go with me, or..."

Zhang Jingche didn't even think about it: "I'm with you."

He unfolded the folding fan, looked at it casually, and suddenly showed disgust: "It's stained with blood."

Yang Fan poked his head around and took a look, and didn't take it seriously: "Just a little bit, I'll find a painter later and change a few strokes for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Jingche put away the folding fan and threw it into the fire pit.

Yang Fan was startled and said, "What are you doing? It was written by the prince himself..."

Zhang Jingche looked indifferent: "So what? If you give it to me, it's mine. What I want to do with it is up to me."

Yang Fan gritted his steel teeth, thinking that he really is a coquette, who is used to be proud of being favored!

Thinking about it this way, the little thought of making friends disappeared immediately, and Marquis Dingbian snorted coldly, and was about to go back and forth, but Zhang Jingche called him at this moment: "Marquis Yang."

Yang Fan didn't look at him directly, and snorted: "Say!"

Zhang Jingche pondered: "This great victory, according to the usual practice, the army should send a fast horse back to Beijing to report... Can you do me a favor?"

Yang Fan put his hands behind his back: "You say."

Zhang Jingche: "I want to send You Yun back to Beijing to report safety. Can I catch the wind of Marquis Yang?"

Yang Fan frowned slightly.

He is not stupid, of course he knows that "reporting safety" is just an excuse, most likely because this person has some important information and needs to send it back to Beijing as soon as possible.As for asking for it on his own head, he was probably worried that You Yunwei would be robbed and killed if he went alone on the road. If he returned to Beijing with the messenger who reported the victory, it would be more or less deceptive.

"It's a little effort." If you don't get used to it, you can't get used to it. When it comes to business, Yang Fan is not confused. "The messenger is leaving today. Whoever you want to send back, just ask him to report to Zhuo Jiusi directly. It is agreed in advance, If you can't keep up halfway, my people won't wait for you."

Zhang Jingche smiled, and said concisely: "Thank you, Lord Hou."

The business is almost the same, Yang Fan should have said goodbye and left, but he turned his head and saw that Zhang turned over, such a simple movement, but he did it with great difficulty, dense cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Yang Fan's footsteps paused, his heart softened slightly, he reached into his arms, took out a small blue and white bottle, and threw it to Zhang Jingche: "This is for you."

Zhang Jingche was taken aback: "This is..."

"The painkillers prescribed by the Imperial Hospital," Yang Fan rubbed his nose, and said as if nothing had happened, "Look at that bear you are in pain, don't go half way and die of pain, when the time comes, His Highness will ask me to settle the score, I will not legal account."

Zhang Jingche played with the medicine bottle, and smiled a little more sincerely: "...Thank you."

Three days later, when Dingbian Hou's squadron returned to the court, there were more carriages in the marching column, but when the speed did not slow down, it blew towards the capital like a whirlwind.

Zhang Jingche was injured, and after several days of rapid marching, it was inevitable that he couldn't bear it, but he didn't say a word, took the painkillers given by Yang Fan, and fell asleep as soon as he got in the car.The carriage bumped so badly that his bones ached, so he pretended that his flesh and blood didn't belong to him. When he woke up, Zhang Jingche struggled to get up, lifted the curtain to take a look, and was surprised to find that the marching speed had slowed down.

Han Xun rode a horse to protect him. Seeing that Zhang Jingche had woken up, he poked his head in and smiled, "The medicine given by Marquis Yang really worked...My lord, did you sleep well?"

Zhang Jingche squeezed his sore neck, and tried calmly, "Didn't you mean you were rushing back to Beijing, why did you suddenly slow down?"

Han Xun said with a smile: "Just now you fell asleep, Yang Hou came to see you, and saw that you had been sleeping on the back of the car, and asked what was going on. The humble officer replied that you were whipped on your back, and you couldn't lie down or lie down. Lie down, Yang Hou ordered to slow down."

Zhang Jingche subconsciously touched his sleeve, only to realize that the folding fan was stained with blood and had already been thrown into the firepit by himself.

He waved his hand in an unpredictable manner, indicating that he knew.

The carriage slowed down, but Zhang Jingche couldn't fall asleep. He was wrapped in a thick fox fur, and he tapped his fingers intermittently on the palm of his hand.

In the battle a few days ago, Bei Le's vitality was seriously injured, and he was unable to attack the Central Plains for the next five years.So far, he, the secret agent lurking in Beile, has retired, but the days of intrigue are far from over.

In other words, Lurking Beile was just an appetizer, and the real life-and-death struggle officially started from the moment he returned to Beijing.

But anyway, the mission was accomplished, and he was finally able to go home.

Zhang Jingche looked out the window absently, with one hand reaching for his waist. There was a five-color silk ribbon tied to his belt, and a small purse was tied at the end.He touched the tassels hanging from the four corners of the purse, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Marquis Dingbian marched like the wind, and even used his lunch on horseback. It was not until the sun was setting in the western mountains that he found a post station to rest.This area is close to northern Xinjiang, and the conditions are very simple. Naturally, it cannot be compared with that in Beijing. Fortunately, Marquis Dingbian has been in the army for a long time, and he is used to eating and sleeping in the open. He is not picky about food and clothing. .

The post station veteran intentionally curry favor with Marquis Dingbian, and resorted to [-] kinds of martial arts to rectify a few barely passable hot meals and dishes.Yang Fan was away from home, so he called Zhuo Jiusi into the house, and the two of them were like brothers, gobbling head to head.

Zhuo Jiusi swallowed a mouthful of hot food, and the exhaustion of a day's work disappeared immediately: "After fighting for a year, I'm used to eating cold dry food with ice slag, and suddenly eating hot food, I really don't feel used to it...I said, Marshal, What are your plans for returning to Beijing this time?"

Yang Fan's cheeks were swollen. Hearing this, he tapped the plate with the tip of his chopsticks, and said angrily, "What's your plan? After fighting for a year, I haven't gnawed enough sand yet? I'm looking forward to returning to Beijing this time. As soon as Shuai Yin is handed over, I will continue to be my wealthy idler when I return home, and I will sleep in the Jinxiu Nest and dream in the Jinyutang from now on, and I will never take on such thankless jobs!"

Zhuo Jiusi frowned and lowered his voice: "You mean, when you return to Beijing this time, His Majesty will use an excuse to take back the military power?"

Zhuo Jiusi is Yang Fan's lieutenant general, and also a relative of Mrs. Hou's natal family. The two of them entered the barracks together and mixed together as servants. Their friendship is not comparable to that of ordinary comrades.For some things that are not on the table, others are afraid that they will be taboo, only Zhuo Jiusi dares to inquire about them in a roundabout way.

"Isn't it?" Vice-General Zhuo thought about it carefully, but he still found it unbelievable, "You just returned from victory, what did you say, even if His Majesty wants to kill the donkey, you shouldn't be in such a hurry, right?"

Yang Fan dipped the steamed buns into the soup, eating with gusto: "Early handover is also handover, and late handover is also handover. This handsome seal is a hot potato. The longer you carry it in your arms, the easier it is to attract people's taboo. As for the target, it is better for me to hand it over by myself, and your majesty is in the prime of his life, so we are not in a hurry."

Yang Fan's words were tactful, at first it sounded like the preface was incoherent, but Zhuo Jiusi understood: "recruiting taboos" means that nowadays the fear of Dingbian's lineage has spread throughout the army, and it has long been intended to take back military power. "The tree becomes a target" means that the eldest prince and the East Palace have been fighting tit for tat for many years, and Zhengchou couldn't grasp the handle to make trouble.As for "not in a hurry", it means that Emperor Taiping's body and bones still look healthy, and now is not a good time to seize military power.

Being in the court, he didn't want to be judged by thousands of people, so he could only follow the crowd, even the Marquis of Dingbian, who was born in the Marquis's mansion and his former disciples were all over the army, was no exception.

"When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. Isn't Uncle Zhongyong a good example?"

Uncle Zhongyong, surnamed Duan and named Hongshi, was originally a general of Lao Dingbian Hou.After the death of Marquis Lao Ding, he was in charge of Beijiang Shuaiyin for a time, but his family was imprisoned for colluding with Beile and colluding with foreign enemies.

Leaving aside whether the "collusion with Beile" is true or not, it is true that it hinders the eyes of others. There is such a lesson from the past, which shows that Yang Fan's worries are not unfounded.

Zhuo Jiusi looked at Yang Fan with a complicated expression, and was about to try his best to comfort him, when Yang Fan took a sip of the water wine brewed by the veteran, and then almost choked: "Bah...is this wine? It's better than vinegar Why not! When I get back to the capital, I must go to Qinghuan Building and search for all the most famous Zuiyanhong in his family!"

Zhuo Jiusi: "..."

All right, he doesn't need to feel sorry for this heartless thing!

"But don't say it, this battle was fought so smoothly, thanks to that kid surnamed Zhang!" Zhuo Jiusi nodded to the next door with the tip of his chopsticks, "That kid looks like a showman, and he suffered another injury." , these days we have followed us on a quick march, and I have never heard him cry out!"

Yang Fan didn't want to mention Zhang Jingche, so he covered his mouth with steamed buns.

However, Zhuo Jiusi didn't know how to read people's eyes, so he kept rambling: "He sent someone back to Beijing to send a message... Tell me, why is it so important that you can't even wait for a few days?"

Yang Fan thought about this matter carefully, and it made You Yun so fearful that he didn't even want to wait for a few days. It can be seen that this informant is very important, and it is likely to be related to the nobles in Beijing.Reminiscent of the most intense battle, when the food and grass on the front line were repeatedly delayed, and there was even the sound of changing generals in Beijing, Hou Dingbian faintly thought about it.

These bullshit tricks and calculations have blocked Yang Fan's heart that can accommodate thousands of troops. He was upset and couldn't use the food, so he simply pushed the plate and stood up: "You eat, I'll go out and walk around. change."

It was a good night, although there was no moon, but there were bright stars.Yang Fan moved his arms and strolled to the corridor. Han Xun, who was guarding the door, saw him and saluted with fists in his hands: "Shuai Yang, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Yang Fan looked up, saw the light on inside the door, and the silhouette of the man was vaguely stamped on the window paper, and said: "Didn't your master not rest? Why, after running around for a day, the bones are still not broken? It seems that you can catch up more tomorrow." some distance."

Han Xun said with a smile: "Master still has some official business to deal with. The matter is very important, so we must act cautiously... Thank you, Marquis Yang, for your concern."

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a rare curiosity arose in his heart: "It's important? Could it be related to Beijing? Your master just came back from Beile... It can't be that some noble person in Beijing secretly communicated with Beile for the song." , hook up together?"

Han Xun just laughed along and didn't say a word.

Looking at his expression, Yang Fan knew that there was indeed something hidden in this matter.He didn't intend to get too involved, so he nodded casually, raised his legs and walked back. Just as he stepped on the steps, a gust of night wind whizzed by. The wind was of different lengths, and it was actually mixed with several different breathing sounds!

Yang Fan paused, then suddenly turned around: "Have you arranged for the dark guards to be on duty tonight?"

Han Xun was stunned for a moment, then realized immediately, the next moment, the sound of piercing the air came one after another, and a dozen men in black jumped off the eaves, tearing the night with their weapons mercilessly!

Han Xun was clearly prepared. With a whistle, countless Youyun Dark Guards jumped out of their hiding places and blocked the black-clothed assassin head-on.Both sides are fighting for their lives, and they are red-eyed when they come up.

Yang Fan glanced and saw that You Yunwei had a large number of people and his combat power was firmly in the upper hand, so he stopped thinking about going forward to help and leisurely leaned aside to watch the battle.Unexpectedly, the black-clothed assassin at the head swung his knife across, swung away You Yunwei, who was fighting endlessly, aimed his wrist at the figure on the window, and shot out two sleeve arrows unexpectedly.

Yang Fan didn't even think about it, he rushed over