At this moment, Deputy Envoy Lin Jing and the official Lin Wen, who was stationed in Shangjing, had been feeling uneasy at the gate of the courtyard. Seeing Envoy Fan Xian return, they breathed a sigh of relief and scurried along the courtyard wall to the front of the group, explaining, "We don't know who leaked part of the agreement between the two countries. The people of Shangjing know that Northern Qi is going to cede land, and they are outraged. Although ordinary people don't dare to do anything, those young nobles have come to challenge us Southerners to martial arts, wanting to avenge the shame on the battlefield."

Fan Xian was taken aback, thinking, the Northern Qi court certainly wouldn't announce the exchange of prisoners and land cession to the world, so who leaked this? It seems that the young emperor in the palace is not having a good time. But he didn't have time to worry about his "number one fan" at this time, and said with a headache, looking at the small knives on the ground, "You guys handle these things yourselves. I have to go to their Ministry of Rites in a moment."

Although relevant subordinates were working on matters such as the exchange of prisoners, border demarcation, and exchange of national letters, Fan Xian insisted on handling Yan Bingyun's matter himself.

"My lord, you can't leave." The Lin brothers, Lin Wen and Lin Jing, were typical civil officials. The most powerful Tiger Guards in the delegation were of course following Fan Xian, and the masters of the Overwatch Council, disguised in various identities, only listened to Fan Tisi's orders. Therefore, the two were in the heart of the enemy country, and seeing the small knives flying in front of the courtyard, they were already quite frightened. Hearing that Fan Xian was leaving, they were afraid that the young Northern Qi dignitaries would come to make trouble again.

Fan Xian frowned, looked at the two with some disgust, and said, "As officials of Qing, you must be more composed. Don't lose the court's face. As for those troublemakers, the Northern Qi court will naturally arrange guards to stop them. Do you think they dare to let those people into the courtyard?"

"The key is..." Lin Jing was more familiar with Fan Xian among the two brothers, and didn't care about Fan Xian's displeased expression, and said hesitantly, "Those people are all looking for you, Lord Fan. If you avoid them, I'm afraid it will make these Northerners think that our Qing is weak."

This was a bit astute. Fan Xian laughed and scolded him a few times, saying, "Even if they come to make trouble for me, they are probably just some literati. Lord Lin was also the Tanhua back then, so just deal with them a few times."

Suddenly, he noticed that the Imperial Guards responsible for protecting the delegation not far behind him showed a strange expression on their faces, and Gao Da, the Tiger Guard behind him, had coldly gripped the hilt of his long saber.

Fan Xian turned around and found that another group of people had come to the entrance of the delegation. The one walking in front was a young noble looking at the sky. Since Fan Xian had signaled, no one would stop these people, so the young man walked directly in front of Fan Xian and threw a punch.

This punch was fat and weak, extremely annoying.

Fan Xian unceremoniously slapped back. The tyrannical qi in his body was one of the most unique in the world, and under Wu Zhu's tutelage, his judgment of timing was first-class in the world. With this palm strike, the palm wind was like a knife, cutting through the air, hitting the fist hard and perfectly.

Don't look at Fan Xian being submissive in front of Haitang, not daring to fart when it comes to fighting, but that's because Haitang is too fierce. When it comes to martial arts cultivation, Fan Xian's level can be considered outstanding among the younger generation in the world. It's just that considering the other party's young age, he didn't intend to hurt him with this strike.

The young man, estimated to be only ten years old, sat down on the ground with a thud and cried out in pain. He probably didn't expect that this seemingly weak scholar could push him down with one move, and cursed at Fan Xian, "I fuck your mother, you Southern barbarian are crazy."

Fan Xian, who was about to enter the courtyard, stopped.

He smiled, walked back to that place, and helpfully held the boy's wrist. Although the boy's servants were a little nervous about Fan Xian's movements, seeing that he was just holding their young master, they thought that this young man was probably just a follower in the Southern Qing delegation, and didn't take it to heart, instead cursing.

Only a crisp cracking sound of joints was heard, a painful scream, and countless angry shouts rose!

"If Mom hears you say that, she'll probably tear you apart." Fan Xian thought to himself, let go of his hand, looked at the boy sitting on the ground, and judged the other party's identity in his heart. He was able to make the Northern Qi Imperial Guards not dare to stop him. It seems that his family must be very prominent.

A large group of people surrounded him, obviously the boy's servants and attendants. Seeing their young master clutching his limp wrist and crying, they realized that Fan Xian had actually made a ruthless move and broken the young master's wrist! Everyone was both angry and furious, and stood up one after another, preparing to teach Fan Xian a lesson.

Seeing that things were about to escalate, the Imperial Guards hurried up to separate the two sides, and said something to the people on that side at the same time. Those people kept cursing and swearing, calling them southern barbarians and the like, without stopping.

Fan Xian pulled Lin Jing over and asked, "Who is that brat from?"

"The young master of the Chang'an Marquis's family." Lin Wen was very clear about the officialdom of Shangjing, Northern Qi, and answered first.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned. Hearing the words Chang'an Marquis, he thought of Marquis Changning, with whom he had once competed in drinking, and said with a thought, "Could it be the Empress Dowager's own brother? The one who was defeated last year and was confined to his home to recuperate? Marquis Changning's younger brother?"

Lin Wen nodded and said, "Marquis Chang'an lost his power because of his defeat last year, but this year the Empress Dowager issued an decree to reinstate him, and he has gradually regained his arrogance. It is estimated that this young master saw that the people of Shangjing wanted to make trouble for the delegation, so he took the opportunity to avenge his father."

"Stupid brat." Fan Xian shook his head, didn't even look at the scene, and prepared to walk into the mansion where the delegation was located.

"You want to leave after hitting someone!" Someone roared from behind, "You dare to hit the young master of our Marquis's mansion, you really have eaten leopard's gallbladder."

Originally, the commander of the Imperial Guards had controlled the situation, but he didn't expect that Fan Xian wouldn't even say a few polite words and would enter the mansion, which seemed extremely unreasonable. The commander couldn't help but feel angry, thinking that you Southern Qing are too arrogant.

Fan Xian slowly turned around, looked at the Northern Qi people in the field, and said, "Everyone, with so many eyes watching, your young master ambushed this envoy. This envoy didn't know he was a child, so I hit him a little hard. Someone will naturally go to your mansion to send medical expenses later, what's all the fuss about?"

After hitting someone, you want to pay some medical expenses. This is a typical纨绔 (wan ku - playboy) behavior. The problem is that Fan Xian is the dignified Qing envoy, and the little boy he injured is the authentic Northern Qi wan ku. How could everyone agree.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and said to the Imperial Guard commander under the stone steps, "Commander Wei, do you want to watch the delegation and the Northern Qi people fight each other, and have another war between the two countries?"

Commander Wei's heart turned cold. Although he knew that the development of the matter would not be so outrageous, if Fan Xian was really besieged by everyone, causing a diplomatic incident, he would be responsible. He quickly went down to stop the people from the Chang'an Marquis's mansion outside. Fan Xian flashed into the courtyard and closed the gate tightly.

At this time, everyone finally knew that the young man who made the cruel move was the envoy of the Southern barbarians. Seeing Fan Xian hide inside, for a time, only curses were heard around the delegation, and vulgar words flew out like arrows. Fan Xian's ancestors pitifully acted as targets.

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Before long, the courtyard door suddenly creaked open and was pushed open. The people making trouble outside suddenly quieted down. When they saw that it was not the pretty young man who came out earlier, they shouted and rushed forward, asking the Southern Qing delegation to hand over Fan Xian.

The official who came out was Wang Qinian. He smiled slightly and cupped his hands in salute to all directions. Everyone was stunned, put down the bricks and other things in their hands, and prepared to listen to what this Southern Dynasty person had to say. After a while, they saw Wang Qinian wave his hand and say a word softly: "Hit."

From behind him, more than a dozen people rushed out like tigers, holding mops, wooden sticks, and the like, and charged into the crowd below. As soon as the voice fell, Commander Wei of the Imperial Guards knew that things were going wrong. He was about to go up and say something, but Wang Qinian had already affectionately grabbed his arm and said that if he had time in the future, he would invite Commander Wei to lead the way to various pleasure quarters.

Being pulled by him like this, Commander Wei couldn't give orders, and the Imperial Guards were also dumbfounded. Their duty was to protect the safety of the Southern Qing delegation. How could they have imagined that this delegation was so strange, rushing out with sticks in hand - which side should they protect?

With this delay, screams like slaughtering pigs began to ring out on the open space in front of the delegation's courtyard. Sticks danced in the air, and vicious slaves wept on the ground, what a lively scene.

Commander Wei said angrily, "Lord Wang, do you want to make things worse?"

"Nonsense, did I want to make things worse?" Wang Qinian said angrily, "They are preparing to have a super-friendly relationship with the Lord Tisi's mother, even though he is just a suckling brat. I want to ask, on the first day the delegation entered Shangjing, so many people came to make trouble. What does your Northern Qi court want to do?"

The one-sided beating in the field was still continuing. Although the dozen or so people who rushed out did not have knives or swords, except for the four Tiger Guards, the rest were all experts from the Overwatch Council. It was really not technically challenging to beat these servants of noble families.

"It's okay to scold the ancestors of the Fan family." Fan Xian and Gao Da walked out of the courtyard, looking at the scene in front of them, thinking in their hearts, "It is absolutely not allowed to scold my grandmother and my mother in Danzhou."