Chapter 120 The Supervisory Council Can't Do Anything "Baoyu was caught off guard and was hit right in the eye. He cried out 'ouch'. To know the truth, please wait for the next chapter." After Fan Xian finished writing the last character, he threw the brush into the brush-rinsing bucket, rubbed his wrist and breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally done! He looked up at Fan Ruoruo who was reading the chapter and asked. "How's your Pai Gow game going?" Fan Ruoruo put down the paper and replied with little interest. "Hey, Versace wins all the way." Fan Xian looked at Fan Ruoruo. "Are you unhappy because you lost money?" Fan Ruoruo shook her head and smiled gently.
"No, I mean, when we were playing Pai Gow just now, Dad didn't say a single harsh word to Versace. It felt..." Fan Ruoruo thought for a moment, "It felt like we were a family!" Fan Xian also laughed. "Isn't that great?" Fan Ruoruo hummed and looked at Fan Xian. "Brother, you are worthy of me! It seems that everything has changed since you came here." Fan Xian's smile gradually disappeared when he heard this. He slowly stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked up at the night sky, and his tone was calm but with a hint of loss. "You think too highly of me. I can't change anything. I don't have the ability, nor the will." Fan Ruoruo walked up to him, a little worried. "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Fan Xian glanced at her and smiled. "Nothing. I went to the Overwatch Council today and saw the words my mother left on the stone tablet at the entrance." Fan Ruoruo asked. "What did you write?" Fan Xian looked at the night sky with a dazed look in his eyes. "She wants to change the rules and reshape the world." Fan Ruoruo's eyes lit up. "Reshaping the world, that sounds amazing!" Fan Xian nodded and said quietly. "This is to fight the world with one's own strength. Such a person is indeed amazing, but I can't be such a person. I... just want to live a good life and wait for death."
Fan Ruoruo said. "It's good to live well." Fan Xian shook his head. "But I also feel that if the world really becomes like what is written on the tombstone, I will live a happier life." Fan Ruoruo said. "Then it will become like the inscription on the monument!" Fan Xian looked at her. "The world will be turned upside down and the world will be in chaos." Fan Ruoruo thought about it and smiled. "It's fine whatever you like, brother!" Fan Xian was happy. "You are too unprincipled." Fan Ruoruo was about to say something when she heard footsteps behind her, so she turned around to look. Teng Zijing walked into the room and saw Fan Ruoruo, hesitating for a moment. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by Fan Xian. "It's okay. You don't have to avoid Ruoruo when talking to her." Teng Zijing turned around and glanced at Fan Ruoruo. "Just believe her." After saying that, he threw the clothes in his hand to Fan Xian. Fan Xian reached out to take it, touched it and felt that it felt like leather and silicone at the same time, and took a look at it. “What the hell is this?” Tengzijing Road. "It's a nightgown, altered to your size." Fan Xian was stunned for a moment. "Shouldn't nightgowns be black? Yours... is brown-green." Teng Zijing was speechless after hearing this. "Clothes for going out at night are called night clothes. Who told you that night clothes are all black? Besides, that shop only accepts night clothes of this color. Put on your clothes and let's go." Fan Ruoruo looked curious. "What shop? Where is it? Can I come with you?"
Before Fan Xian could speak, Teng Zijing said this coldly. "cannot!" Fan Ruoruo stared at Teng Zijing with eyes wide open. Fan Xian rolled his eyes at Teng Zijing. "You can't talk it out nicely. If we leave now, what will we do if Wang Qinian comes?" Teng Zijing was stunned. "Then...wait until he comes together?" Fan Xian shook his head. "It is not appropriate to implicate him in this matter." After saying that, he looked at the chapters of Dream of the Red Chamber on the table and came up with an idea. "Ruoruo, that shop is a gathering place for all kinds of people. It's really not appropriate for you to follow. Why don't you stay and help me?" Fan Ruoruo nodded hurriedly. "Brother, tell me." Fan Xian gathered the papers on the table, folded them and stuffed them into his arms. "You just wait in my yard. If someone named Wang Qinian comes to see me, you can tell him that Teng Zijing and I are out on business and ask him to wait for me at Mei Chengan's house first. We will go back there to meet him after we are done." Fan Ruoruo took note of it silently. "I'll remember it, brother. You can go with peace of mind." Fan Xian nodded and looked at Teng Zijing. "Let me change my clothes." …… The street was shrouded in darkness. Fan Xian changed into his nightgown and walked side by side with Teng Zijing. Fan Xian frowned, feeling that the clothes on his body were emitting a strange smell that kept rushing into his nose, which was particularly irritating. "Where did you get this piece of clothing? Why does it smell so bad?" Teng Zijing's face turned dark and he spoke stiffly. "You took my clothes and altered them. What's wrong with that?" Fan Xian waved his hand in front of his nose with a look of disgust. "Once leather clothes have an odor, it is very difficult to remove. I suggest you don't keep this piece of clothing. It really stinks and it's not good for your health. Get another one." Teng Zijing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot and he glared at Fan Xian.
"If you don't want to wear it, take it off for me." Fan Xian tilted his head back, trying to keep his nose as far away from his clothes as possible, and waved his hands. "Okay, okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." Teng Zijing rolled his eyes and got down to business. "The shop we are going to doesn't sell anything, it only sells information. No matter if it's about the government or the underworld, if you want to get any information, you can try your luck there. Of course, not everyone is qualified to buy. You need connections and a lot of money. The most important thing is to wear a nightgown like the one you are wearing. By the way, do you have money with you?" Fan Xian patted his sleeves. "Bring it." Teng Zijing nodded and continued. "But don't have too high hopes for this shop. They don't have everything. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to go to the Overwatch Council to help me retrieve that document." Fan Xian remained silent. The two walked for a while, and Teng Zijing waved to stop Fan Xian. The two stopped, and Teng Zijing pointed to a shop in front of the right. "Here we are. It's that shop." Fan Xian looked in the direction, took a few glances, and sighed. "That's it? You made it sound so mysterious. I thought the shop was so hidden. I didn't expect it to be so open on the street. You must have been fooled by a charlatan." Teng Zijing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and turned around to leave. "You can go back." Fan Xian hurriedly stopped him. "Hey, now that we're here, it would be a waste if we don't go in and take a look." Teng Zijing looked at him with contempt. "You are wearing a nightgown, so you can only go in alone. I will wait for you here." Fan Xian nodded and walked towards the shop. Teng Zijing waited for Fan Xian to enter the shop and close the door, then he looked around and flew onto the roof opposite the shop to secretly observe the shop opposite. After entering the shop, Fan Xian discovered that it was a gambling house. Many people from the martial arts world were gambling and shouting, making the place extremely lively. The person who opened the door for Fan Xian was a man with a small mustache. The man looked Fan Xian up and down, and his eyes stayed on his clothes for a long time. "Come with me." The man led Fan Xian across the gambling table, through the crowd, into a room, and motioned for him to sit down at the tea table. Fan Xian took a look, and without rushing to sit down, he looked at the man. "I want Xu Yunzhang's favors from all over the Overwatch Council!"
The man dropped two words. "Wait." Then he turned and left the house. Fan Xian took a quick look around the room and sat down at the tea table. Soon, a carrier pigeon flew out from above the shop and flew towards the palace under Teng Zijing's gaze. …… royal palace. Royal study room. Emperor Qing is reading a book on the circular bookshelf. Eunuch Hou came in hurriedly. "Your Majesty, Fan Xian went to the information shop. He is asking about Xu Yunzhang!" Emperor Qing didn't even turn his head. "Then give it to him." Eunuch Hou was stunned for a moment, then bowed and retreated. …… News shop. The man took the note off the pigeon's leg, opened it and looked at it, then crumpled the note into a ball. Fan Xian sat there for a while and felt bored. He was watching people gambling outside through the curtain when a bearded man opened the curtain and walked in, holding a document in his hand. "Sir, this is what you want." Fan Xian was surprised. "Is it really true?" As he said this, he reached out to take the document. The man pulled back his right hand holding the document and hooked at him with his left hand. Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, slapped his forehead, and quickly took out a silver note from his sleeve and handed it over. …… Fan Xian frowned and left the shop. When Teng Zijing saw him come out, he came down from the roof and came to his side. Looking at the document in Fan Xian's hand, his face lit up with joy. "bought?"
Fan Xian still frowned. He handed the document directly to him and walked forward on his own. Teng Zijing followed closely, opened the document and took a quick look at it as he walked, and said. "So the prince really wants to kill you!" Fan Xian frowned and thought for a long time, and finally figured out what was suspicious. "wrong!" Then he rushed towards the news shop again. Teng Zijing was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed. …… When Teng Zijing walked into the shop, he found it empty and there was no sign of Fan Xian. Just when he was about to go look for him, Fan Xian came out of a room, lifted the curtain, looked at him and said something. "Everyone has left. No one is left." Teng Zijing thought about it, looked at the document in his hand, and brought it to Fan Xian. "Why, do you think the news here is fake?" Fan Xian took the document and opened it. "There are so many details here, and there is circumstantial evidence, it is very difficult to fake it." Teng Zijing didn't understand. "Then why did you turn back? Isn't it enough to buy the real news?" Fan Xian rolled up the document and looked at Teng Zijing. "Wang Qinian told me that the case of Xu Yunzhang was supervised by the president of the Supervisory Council. Logically, this information should be top secret, but I bought it so easily. It's too smooth. It's not normal." Teng Zijing seemed to be thinking about something. "You are doubting..." Fan Xian nodded. "I suspect that this information is waiting for me to buy it. My teacher once told me that the Overwatch Council has great power in Kyoto. If that's the case, how could the Overwatch Council allow such a shop to exist that can sell the Overwatch Council's top secrets at will? Unless this shop belongs to the Overwatch Council, or the owner behind this shop..." Fan Xian looked up. “Even the Overwatch Council can’t control it!” …… (End of this chapter)