Chapter 140 Exchange.

Fan Xian looked alert, yet puzzled.

Exchanging prisoners is a natural consequence and is not difficult to understand.

But Li An knew that I was exchanging prisoners in public but secretly wanted to kill Sean, and he still planned to help me?

Or is it targeting my taking over the Northern Qi intelligence network?
Looking at the smiling Li An in front of him with an inexplicable expression, Fan Xian cautiously asked, "Mr. Li, please tell me in detail."

Seeing this, Li An smiled slightly: "Sean, we can kill him on the surface and let you report! But secretly, I want him to stay alive!"

Seeing that Fan Xian was about to speak, Li An raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and then said, "Don't rush to refuse. You will find that Sean will benefit you more if he is alive than dead."

"Besides, you don't have the right to refuse. If you get impatient, you won't be able to take Yan Bingyun away."

Fan Xian could only smile bitterly.

The expression on his face seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, making people unconsciously underestimate and look down on him.

"What do I have to give?"

Fan Xian swallowed his saliva, glanced at Haitang Duoduo who was speechless beside him, and then said, "Does Master Kuhe know about this? Didn't Miss Haitang kill Xiao En on the master's orders?"

Haitang did not answer, but the little emperor responded: "This is my intention, and Master Kuhe will naturally agree to it."

She didn't say whether Ku He knew about it, she only said that she would agree.

Li An said, "It's not really a big sacrifice. It's just the implementation of the smuggling you were going to propose!"

"you!"

Even with Fan Xian's shrewdness, he was so shocked that he was speechless at this moment. He subconsciously asked, "How did you know?"

After saying this, he became angry and embarrassed, thinking that he had asked an unnecessary question!
"Of course I know."

Li An sighed and looked at Fan Xian calmly, "Northern Qi's Qing Yu Tang has the account books. We can find out once we check."

"The people behind the smuggling between the two countries in recent years are all the Jiangnan Ming family. That is, the second prince and the eldest princess are in charge of it. They can be said to have made a lot of money by manipulating it."

"In this case, why not let this wealth fall into your hands?"

Li An didn't say that this smuggling business would benefit the Northern Qi royal family more. Of course, Fan Xian also understood this.

He had this intention in mind and wanted to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Northern Qi royal family.

Fan Xian couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After a moment, he raised his head and said solemnly: "I can promise you."

He just didn't say out loud the feeling of helplessness that everything was arranged by the person in front of him.

If he did so, his mission to enter Northern Qi would be accomplished. It was hard to imagine that today was only his first day in the city.

Exchange prisoners, then kill Sean, and presumably the final takeover of the Northern Qi spy network will not be blocked.

After all, these days, it is no longer a secret that several countries send spies to each other.

As for who the secret agents are, it all depends on their own methods!

"Then Your Majesty, please agree to my next trip and not send anyone to keep an eye on me, so that I can act as I please!" Fan Xian made a request.

"Okay!" Zhan Doudou nodded, setting the tone.

In this way, everyone is happy.

Northern Qi had Sean alive, and could use this to completely win over Shang Shanhu, strengthen its military strength, and gather Northern Qi's power in one place. It could also fill the empty treasury through smuggling. Fan Xian returned to Qing Kingdom after making great contributions, and successfully took over the financial power of the inner treasury. He also severely damaged the smuggling channels of the second prince and the eldest princess, and took their money pockets. It can be said that he killed several birds with one stone!
That's what politics is like, there is no winning or losing, only win-win!

"Yan Bingyun will be delivered to the post house within two days, and then Taoist He will contact you!"

Li An still emphasized: "As for Sean's affairs, you don't need to worry too much, just let it go."

Fan Xian nodded, and then the two sides discussed in detail the various aspects of smuggling, which we will not discuss here.

When Fan Xian was about to leave the palace, Zhan Doudou became playful and reminded him, "Don't forget to finish the book Red Mansions!"

Following these words, Fan Xian left the palace with a bitter face.

"Mr. Li." Zhan Doudou stared at Li An's face with her calm and bright eyes, as if she wanted to see what was going on in the mind of this master of literature and martial arts. She asked, "If you don't let Mr. Fan take care of the follow-up of Sean's matter, will there be any more twists and turns with Sean?"

"Not bad!"

Li An smiled mysteriously, without further explanation, and just said: "Of course there are people who are disobedient and want Sean to die. When the time comes, they will all jump out!"

This is a good way to clean up the court.

The three chatted for a few more words and then stopped talking about this matter. Li An drank the tea that the palace maid had just poured for him, stood up, and planned to move around later, so he said goodbye and left the palace.

Watching Li Ang leave, Zhan Doudou withdrew his gaze at Haitang Duoduo's strange look.

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Although it was winter, the capital of Qing Kingdom was much warmer than Shangjing of Northern Qi.

Some seasonal flowers bloomed unexpectedly, and the rest withered. Every night, the city was still full of lights, very lively. As if to welcome the New Year, the ten-mile fireworks field, reflecting the river of flowers, was very fragrant!
Unlike at night, Kyoto is extremely quiet during the day, with few people passing by.

Two people walked out of an unknown alley.

Two people, one man and one woman.

The man was a young man who looked like a scholar. With a gloomy look on his face, he supported the woman and walked towards an inconspicuous house.

If there were a local tyrant who was familiar with the layout of Kyoto, he would be able to recognize that the owner of this house was a censor of the Censorate!
On this day, raindrops fell from the sky with a crackling sound, but the people who should have run away to avoid the rain surprisingly did not move.

This is Dongcheng District.

The place where the execution will be carried out in the autumn!
At the busiest part of the market, the onlookers surrounded the place in three layers. No matter how the police who were maintaining order tried to drive them away, they refused to leave and instead kept pushing forward.

In this era, let alone in the suburbs or other counties, even the wealthy families in Kyoto did not have much entertainment.

There are not many entertainment activities that people love, and most of them require money.

But this Caishikou is different, the exciting scenes here are all free. Although it is a beheading scene, these law-abiding people are not afraid, but very excited.

At this time, the wooden platform for execution had already been built.

Nearly twenty officials in white prison uniforms lined up and knelt on the stage.

Their clothes were stained with blood, presumably because they had been tortured. Their faces were haggard, their expressions were worn out, their hair and beards were tangled, and they were lying on the ground, looking miserable, no longer as bright and handsome as they used to be.

This time, the person supervising the execution was still Mu Tie from the Supervisory Council. He was an acting official of the Supervisory Council, and the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice was also sitting with him. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it would never end, Mu Tie's expression froze, and a flash of impatience flashed across his face.

Unlike Mu Tie, some of the civil servants who came with him looked at the officials kneeling on the stage with expressions of grief on their faces. They couldn't bear to look at them and turned their heads away.

You know, some of the people kneeling in the field were his former colleagues, people who had carried guns and visited prostitutes together. Now that their identities have changed, he has to send them off with his own hands!

Seeing that the time had come, a senior official stood up and walked in front of the prisoners, took out the imperial edict and read it aloud. Although the voice was loud, it blended into the rain and made it difficult to hear clearly. Seeing that the matter was over, Mu Tie's face became solemn and he shouted loudly:
"cut!"

(End of this chapter)