Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

After receiving the affirmative answer, Zeng Aniu was instantly ecstatic, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Originally, he planned to catch two spies in exchange for some drinking money, but he didn't expect to be so lucky that he met the legendary Fan Xin, who was famous in the Tang Dynasty!

If we hand people over to the top, wouldn't it mean that all the fame, fortune, and wealth will come with them?

Zeng Aniu almost laughed out of his nose when he thought about the golden days of sitting on a golden mountain and embracing each other.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Before he could laugh out loud, his eyes turned red, and he knelt on the ground with a pop and choked with sobs. "

"Fan Qingtian, we have been waiting day and night for you, and finally you are here. The common man Zeng Aniu meets His Highness King Yan!"

Hearing the words "His Royal Highness King Yan", Fan Xin's eyes narrowed, then returned to normal, and he helped Zeng Aniu up with a smile.

"There is no need to be polite. I have other important responsibilities and it is not appropriate to reveal my identity."

At this point, Fan Xin said to the six sons: "The common people have suffered a lot in order to protect me. Please give everyone a share of the dry food and wine we brought."

"Otherwise, people will freeze to death in this cold dungeon."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Liuzi bowed and clasped his fists, took out a jar of wine and a bag of cakes from the baggage, and passed them out next to each other.

Looking at the cakes and drinks in his hands, Zeng Aniu showed a hint of hesitation. Seeing this, Fan Xin smiled slightly and without breaking it, took the initiative to pick up a piece of cake and ate it with the drinks.

Seeing this scene, Zeng Aniu's doubts disappeared immediately and he said sheepishly.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. We were deceived by these bad people and animals, so we..."

"It's okay, it won't hurt if you be careful." Fan Xin smiled nonchalantly.

After discovering that Fan Xin showed no signs of poisoning, Zeng Aniu and others ate the cakes with wine.

Finally, he wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "As expected of a prince, even the pastries are so delicious. I will take two more pieces." "

Looking at the devouring prisoners, Fan Xin's smile grew stronger.

"If it tastes good, eat more. Once you are full, I will send you on your way tomorrow."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will definitely set up a plaque and statue for you when you get back." After swallowing the pastry, Zeng Aniu said with satisfaction.

Seeing that it was getting late, Fan Xin comforted everyone, and he and Liu Zi found a straw to sit down and rest.

In order to prevent these people from leaving his sight, Fan Xin did not return to the ground, but chose to stay with these people, which was exactly what Zeng Aniu wanted.

The night was long and snoring was everywhere. It seemed that they knew they would be promoted and rich tomorrow, and many people smiled in their sleep.

"Liuzi, when we meet tomorrow, can you promise to kill them before they open their mouths?" Fan Xin asked, adding some firewood to the bonfire.

Liu Zi glanced at the prisoner with contempt and said confidently.

"Don't worry, young master. Man said these prisoners have taken poison. Even if they haven't taken poison, the general can split them into two pieces in an instant."

"That's good. It depends on whether we can successfully infiltrate the bad religion. No detail can be careless."

While the two were talking, the night gradually receded, and a bright light from the sky shone into the dungeon along the vent.

Today is a big day to receive merit and reward, so Zeng Aniu and others woke up early in the morning.

"Your Majesty, the time agreed with the bad guy is coming soon. Shouldn't we find Xu Zhendong?"

Fan Xin stretched, raised his head, glanced at the light, and nodded.

"Okay, you go and gather the villagers together. No one is allowed to move without my instructions."

Although these spies were given poison and six people guaranteed it, Fan Xin still gathered them together just in case.

After finishing preparations, Fan Xin tidied his clothes, walked to the dungeon door, patted the door, and said to the guards outside.

"Go and invite Brother Xu here, and say that Yin has successfully persuaded the villagers to serve the court."

"Yes, I will go and inform Master Chenshi now," the guard responded and ran away.

After about half a stick of incense, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, accompanied by Xu Zhendong's laughter.

"Haha, you are worthy of brother Yin. Even Diao Min, who is helpless as a brother, was actually convinced by you in just one night!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell door opened. Xu Zhendong appeared at the door with a team of guards. His eyes glanced at the villagers and finally fell on Fan Xin.

"Brother Yin, how did you convince these people?"

Fan Xin smiled and was about to answer, but Zeng Aniu, who had been silent at first, suddenly ran up the steps and shouted.

"Boss, a villain is important..."

Pfft!

The long knife penetrated Zeng Aniu's chest, causing his subsequent words to stop abruptly.

Looking down at the blood drops on the tip of the knife, Zeng Aniu slowly turned his head, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, as if he couldn't figure out why Fan Xin did this.

"Hmph, you cunning traitors, do you really think you can deceive our envoy, Lord Yin, by telling a few lies?"

Liu Zi sneered, pulled out a big knife and slashed at the stunned prisoner. Dozens of spies fell into a pool of blood while screaming.

Seeing that everyone had been silenced, Fan Xin stepped over the corpses and came to Xu Zhendong.

"I'm sorry, Brother Xu. These villagers were bewitched too much by Fan Xin. I was almost deceived by them. You weren't hurt, were you?"

Hearing these words, Xu Zhendong's face twitched suddenly.

More than ten subordinates were killed just like that. How long will it take for him to replace them?

But what made him relieved was that the identity of the person in front of him was confirmed to be true.

Because it is impossible for Fan Xin to do this massacre of people.

So after he calmed down, a smile appeared on his face again.

"Brother Yin, don't worry that a few villagers can't hurt Xu. Come on, let's go have a drink and tell you about Bad Handsome's birthday!"

A moment later, Xu Zhendong and Fan Xin sat opposite each other in the hall, both of them looking a little sad.

"Brother Xu, so you have to find another way to please the bad handsome man?"

Xu Zhendong sighed, picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it in one gulp, and then slammed the glass down on the table.

"Yes, although I have never seen a bad handsome man, I know that he doesn't like gold, silver, or antiques, calligraphy and paintings. It's really frustrating."

"Don't you like gold, silver, calligraphy and painting?" Fan Xin frowned slightly, which was a bit surprising to him.

At this time, he thought tentatively and said: What if we don't give it away? "

"Brother, I don't know if you are really stupid or just pretending. The Twelve Hours Commander has to be elected every three years. Whoever takes over depends on the bad commander's orders."

"If you don't give him a gift at this time, wouldn't you be in trouble with your future?"

Just when Fan Xin was about to explain, a subordinate walked in and held his fist.

"I would like to report to you, Lord Chen Envoy, that the other ten Twelve Hour Envoys have jointly requested to meet you, saying that they want to go to Chang'an with you to attend the birthday ceremony of the Bad Commander."

Xu Zhendong and Fan Xin looked at each other, stood up and walked out. When they met, they immediately exchanged lively greetings.