The coachman helplessly turned the middle-aged man's body in a direction, pointed to the Shili Changting guarded by the personal army of ceremonial guards in the distance and said, "Master, everyone is there..."

"Ah? Ah! Not bad, not bad, so many people..." The middle-aged man sighed again.

The coachman was speechless: "…………”

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, gently stroked the black beard under his jaw, looked at the blurry figure in the distance, and smiled with relief: "I have been away from Beijing for six years, and these colleagues still remember me. Haha, how did they know when I returned to Beijing? I was still far away from the city to greet me. I'm so polite, I dare not act like it! Let's get off the car, and you can't let your colleagues wait for a long time..."

In the ten-mile long pavilion, the farewell was coming to an end. Xiao Fan smiled and was politely bowing to the ministers.

All the polite words that should be said have been said, Xiao Fan turned around and waited to get on the luxury car.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a plain short shirt and jute shoes came out, and walked up gracefully with his black beard. He stopped when he walked to the ministers, then squinted his eyes and looked at everyone, which made it difficult to identify.

After a long time, the middle-aged man finally found an acquaintance. He walked towards the Minister of War Ru Yi with a surprise look. He called Ru Yi's word in his mouth and laughed: "Brother Liangyu, I have been disobeying for several years, and my style is still the same. I am getting more and more prosperous. Haha, today I am returning to the capital by the order, and I have been asking you to go out of the city to greet me in person. It is really a disaster for me. Thank you..."

Ru Wei looked at him in shock and suspicion, and recognized him for a long time. Then she laughed unnaturally: "Where is where, it is necessary to welcome the brother's platform. After leaving for several years, the brother's platform is still in style..."

Xiao Fan frowned and leaned into Ru Ying's ear and asked, "Are you here to send me off or pick him up?"

Ru Wei said anxiously: "Of course I'm here to give it to you."

"So who is this guy?"

Ru Wei smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I haven't recognized it yet..."

Xiao Fan said angrily: "I didn't recognize you, but the 'style' of his still?'

Ru Wei smiled dryly: "I don't hit people with smiley faces. They are so polite, it's so rude to not respond..."

Xiao Fan was so angry that these guys who were changing their minds at the wind did not wrongly accuse them of the treacherous party!

With a glance at the corner of his eyes, Xiao Fan winked at Cao Yi who was standing solemnly outside the pavilion.

Cao Yi nodded knowingly, took a step forward, pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted violently: "Bold! The emperor's imperial envoy is here, who dares to rush around? Come and take him down!"

The middle-aged man was startled and turned around and looked at Cao Yi blankly, saying in surprise: "Imperial Envoy? Who is the Imperial Envoy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two lieutenants in the brocaded clothes pounced on him like wolves and tigers, twisting the middle-aged man's arms left and right, then slammed behind him, and neatly took out a rope to tie the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was shocked: "What's the situation? Aren't you here to pick me up?"

The ministers looked at him speechlessly: "…………”

Seeing the lieutenants walking behind the ceremonial guards, the middle-aged man was anxious, kicking his legs in the air, and his face turned red: "You... are not rude! I am also a minister of the court, and I am Fang Xiaoru... Woo--"

Before he finished speaking, the impatient captain blocked his mouth with a rotten cloth towel.

Cao Yi sneered several times and shouted: "Tie him tightly and throw him behind the carriage! His grandmother! This poor look is also a court minister. I want to be an official, right?"

He bid farewell to all the ministers, and the imperial envoy started his journey with the ceremony, and slowly headed north with the middle-aged man who had been arrested before entering the city.

Xiao Fan sat in the imperial envoy's carriage and closed his eyes to rest. The swaying of the carriage made him drowsy...

After a long time, Xiao Fan frowned, as if he was remembering something. He lifted the bead curtain of the carriage, and asked Cao Yi, who was riding a horse guard beside the carriage, and said, "Brother Cao, the person who was arrested just now...what did he call him Fang?"

Cao Yi scratched his head in confusion and said, "I didn't hear it clearly, it seemed that he was called Fang Shiru..."

"Fang What Ru... Hiss - Why does this name sound so familiar?" Xiao Fan thought for a while but couldn't get it, so he gave up.

"No matter what, just take him all the way to Peiping. If the King of Yan wants to let us go, drag this unlucky person out to block the arrow..."

"Woo—Woo—Woo—" The middle-aged man tied his hands and blocked his mouth was anxious when he heard this, and his eyes were ripped apart, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot, which was very terrifying.

Xiao Fan was happy: "Look, how indignant he was at the King of Yan. This is the voice of the grassroots people..."

Cao Yi sighed: "The King of Yan is indeed unpopular..."
Chapter completed!