Fan Xian smiled wryly while holding the sword.
Then after his father entered the room, he immediately put on the most sincere smile and said, "Father, are you back so early?"
Fan Jian nodded, sat down in front of the bed, and said, "The household department doesn't have much to do recently, so there's no need to stay there all the time." After saying this, he handed over an oiled paper bag and said, "The steamed stuffed bun in Xinfeng Hall ... His Highness the Third Highness has been reading silently for the past two days. The old man thinks that he has been outside for a year and is watching closely. Although he knows the news of your injury, he cannot come out for a while. Someone bought it and sent it to you."
Fan Xian took the still-warm paper bag, took out one from it and carefully took a bite, and found that the oily soup in the big bag was not very hot. Seeing his son like this, Fan Jian couldn't help frowning and shaking his head.
Fan Xian took a bite, then put the paper bag on the table, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the snow on the window sill, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
"Don't think about going out again." Seeing what his son was thinking, Fan Jian said coldly: "I let you slip out to Chen Yuan the day before yesterday, so you should be content. Now that the snowy roads in the capital are slippery, and you're injured like this again, it's okay. I don't know how to be safe."
Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "I'm so popular? It's impossible for everyone to come and stab me, not to mention how dare someone dare to do it in the capital?"
Fan Jian sneered and said, "The area inside and outside the city of Kyoto is only a dozen miles away. How big of a difference do you think there is?"
After a moment of silence, he said softly, "You'd better calm down for a while, your Majesty will naturally seek justice for you."
Fan Xian responded respectfully, but in his heart he was thinking of something completely different. Both Chen Pingping and Fan Jian seemed to be watching the emperor's attitude, and the two old men naturally also acted in private, but they both kept it from Fan Xian and didn't want to let it happen. He is too involved. But Fan Xian knew that he was the one who was hurt, and he was the one who bore the brunt of the pain, so it was really inconsistent with his principles to be a human being.
As for what the emperor will do next, through the conversation with Chen Pingping, Fan Xian can vaguely guess a little, but the exchange of blood at the court seems to have little to do with him.
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After his father left the house, Fan Xian rolled his eyes twice, stretched his waist, tried it, and found that the wound on his back was almost healed. Dancing on the tip of life in general.
He got out of bed and put on his clothes and shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the maid who was serving him outside. Sitting on the round stool by the table, he frowned and thought for a while, and felt that the box should be safe if it was placed like that. There are so many smart people in this world, but anyone who is too smart will never think that he will be so nonsense.
After contemplating everything, he gently pushed open the innermost cotton curtain, and a gust of hot air from the smoker outside rushed towards his face. He crushed a pill between his fingers, and the fragrance gradually dissipated.
The bleary-eyed maid was already drowsy by the incense burner, she was startled when she saw the young master come out, but smelling the incense, she fell back into a dream again. Fan Xian tilted his head slightly, looked at the naive look of the maid, and couldn't help laughing, Si Qi, this girl, it seems that she has been fascinated by herself in this life, Wan'er went to Hangzhou thinking about Lu Yuan, so she didn't take this girl with her. Girl, I didn't expect that I would still have to send her to sleep after returning to Beijing.
Wrapped in a thick fur cloak, Fan Xian sneaked cautiously along the porch to the back door. In the current house, the couple of Mr. Fuji and his wife are all there, and the control over the servants is a bit loose. In this snowy day, the master's family Without orders, those servants and girls would like to hide in the house and be lazy, so it happened that no one noticed Fan Xianqiao's behavior along the way.
Of course, when approaching the big iron gate, there are always guards standing there. However, Fan Xian glared, and the guards had no choice but to pretend to be dumb. Young masters, masters, are masters after all, and it is impossible to offend anyone.
Leaving the mansion easily, and getting into the ordinary carriage, Mu Feng'er carefully helped him into the carriage, and carefully sealed the cotton curtains on the windows. Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I just want to see some scenery, what should I do if you have sealed it?"
Mu Feng'er smiled, and didn't dare to say anything else. She put on a rain cape to cover the lotus coat of the Overwatch Council inside, and with a flick of her wrist, the whip turned a few turns in the air, bringing down a few flakes of snow, and the carriage moved Start slowly.
The swordsmen from Six Places of Darkness followed along, and some Overwatch Council spies disguised as passers-by also joined the few passers-by in Kyoto.
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The carriage drove to a busy place in Kyoto, carefully avoiding pedestrians.
Fan Xian opened a corner of the curtain and looked outside, only to see that the shops on both sides of the street were still open, and those snack vendors held up big umbrellas, using the heat from the pot to resist the severe winter temperature, which was the same as a year ago. As you can see, there is nothing unusual.
He couldn't help laughing. The assassination of the imperial envoy is indeed a great event for the imperial court. For these common people, it must be the most talked about leisure time these days. It's just that the matter can't affect too much. Those who buy and sell still have to do small business, those who should have headaches when they have surplus food at home still have headaches, and being assassinated by themselves is more to make the court restless.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he stared at the people in the street, without averting his eyes for a long while. Those people who looked like masters guarded a young man vigilantly. The young man had obviously disguised himself, but he couldn't hide it from Fan Xian's eyes. He was shocked.
"Follow." Seeing the passerby bought some things and got into his carriage, Fan Xian ordered urgently.
Mu Erfeng hummed, lifted the rein lightly, and followed.
The two carriages bypassed the bustling street one after the other, and turned to a relatively quiet and luxurious neighborhood. It was still early at this time, and the entertainment life in winter had not yet started, so the buildings on this street were a little quiet, only the best location in the middle of the street, the red light of the brothel was already hanging high, and the cotton curtains were heavily shielding the wind. The spring scenery inside attracts male creatures in the bleak wind and snow outside.
It is the most famous Baoyue Tower in Kyoto.
Fan Xian watched the pedestrian get off the carriage and enter the building, and frowned, wondering if he was really dazzled by the injury? He was full of lawsuits, and without thinking, he let Mu Feng'er drive the carriage from a side road into the inner courtyard of Baoyue Building, and stopped outside the lakeside gate at the back of the building.
He is the real boss of Baoyue Building. The nanny who was waiting at the back door was shocked when she saw him get off the carriage, thinking that the master was seriously injured? Why are you still in the mood to inspect the building? But he didn't dare to say anything more. On the one hand, he hurriedly sent someone to inform the second shopkeeper, Shi Qing'er, and on the other hand, he carefully welcomed Fan Xian to the most beautiful independent courtyard by the lake.
Fan Xian shook his head, thinking of the man he had seen before, walking through the snow by the lake and walking slowly towards the Baoyue Tower. After going up to the third floor and outside the room exclusively for the owner, Fan Xian regained his composure. Hearing the slight words coming from inside, he couldn't help but smile.
The old nun behind him didn't dare to say anything, didn't even dare to cough, there was nothing she could do about sending someone to inform the second shopkeeper, she just hoped that the people in the house would be more careful about what they said.
After listening quietly for a long time, Fan Xian pushed the door open and entered.
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"who?"
With a hiss, the sound of the scimitar being unsheathed sounded, and a chilling saber intent rushed towards his face. Fan Xian didn't dodge, didn't dodge, and walked forward with an ugly face.
The person who made the sword was wearing ordinary clothes, but his eyes were full of vigilance and calmness. He never returned the sword, but he looked at the young nobleman in front of him, but he did not avoid it. Pulling the knife back, he was really angry and his face was flushed.
Mu Feng'er, who was following Fan Xian, also entered the door, turned around and closed the door, and then smiled gently at the swordsman, thinking that he would be a colleague in the future.
At the same time, the pedestrian who entered the room first had already stood up abruptly, surrounding Range Xian who was walking first.
Followed by two crisp beeping sounds, the teacups in the hands of a woman and a young man fell to the ground at the same time. The two of them stared at Fan Xian dumbfounded, unable to speak for a while.
"Put down the knives!" The young man came to his senses first, and angrily cursed at his entourage, "Are you looking for death?"
The attendants looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering who the person was, and why the big boss was so excited.
Fan Xian was not excited, walked up to the young man, bent his fingers slightly and knocked down hard, with a bang, a red envelope appeared on the young man's chubby cheek.
"You're looking for death!" Fan Xian cursed angrily, "Who made you come back?"
The young man pursed his lips and said with great grievance: "Brother, I'm homesick..."
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Everyone dared to leave the room, even Shi Qing'er who wanted to defend the young man was kicked out by Fan Xian. He just sat down on the chair in the middle with a big sword, looked at the respectful young man in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.
After a long silence, Fan Xian said with a sneer, "Big Boss is so imposing now... He is surrounded by experts from the Northern Qi Dynasty as bodyguards. It seems that my brother doesn't have much sense of presence anymore."
Of course, the young man in front of him was no one else, he was driven to Northern Qi by Fan Xian more than a year ago, and now he has fully accepted the Cui family's industrial route, handling smuggling affairs between the Northern Qi royal family and Jiangnan Fan Xian. , the second son of the Fan family, who always has annoying little pockmarks on his face... Fan Sizhe.
Fan Sizhe leaned in front of his brother, carefully rubbed his shoulders, and said with a small smile, "You have money... what kind of masters can't be recruited?"
Fan Xian didn't get angry, and scolded angrily, "Why did you come back in such a sneaky way? Don't you know that there are still documents for sea arrest all over the world?"
Fan Sizhe said with a smile, "It's just a piece of waste paper. I took a look at it at the gate of Cangzhou City, and it was already soaked in rain. You can't tell what I look like."
Fan Xian couldn't help cursing: "Don't be so playful! Tell me what's going on? Why did you sneak back? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
Fan Sizhe was at a loss for words, scratched his head for a long time and said, "In a few days, it will be my father's birthday..."
Fan Xian was startled, and then he remembered this incident. Looking at his brother's face, which was obviously much thinner than a year ago, he couldn't help sighing, thinking that he had been alone in Beiqi for more than a year. It's pitiful to have to deal with so many complicated things at this age. My heart softened, and I couldn't bear to scold him any more. I shook my head and said, "Go back as soon as you come back, and you have to say it in advance."
Fan Sizhe said aggrievedly, "I'm going to say it first...you definitely won't agree."
Fan Xian suddenly thought of a question, frowned and said, "Where is Lao Wang? He was watching you in Shangjing...why didn't he notify me when you left?"
He snorted coldly and looked at his brother without saying a word.
Fan Sizhe rolled his eyes twice, feeling a little anxious, and said hesitantly after a while, "Didn't Master Wang come back too? I followed him all the way through... Well, brother, don't blame him."
Fan Xian slapped the table and roared angrily: "This old cheeky man also arrived early? Why didn't you notify me? You guys are so rebellious! How dare you hide everything from me."
Fan Sizhe trembled and didn't dare to say anything, but he knew that if this elder brother really got angry and hit someone... he would really be willing to kick him!
"Since you're back, why don't you go home?" Fan Xian said, frowning.
Fan Sizhe was slightly taken aback, and then a ruthless look appeared on his face: "Brother, I heard about that incident as soon as I entered Beijing yesterday, I'm afraid I will cause trouble for you when I go home at this time... Besides, didn't the court never find out?" Is it? I just want to see if there is any news from Baoyue Tower, so I will stay here first and see if I can help you."
In fact, Fan Xian overheard these words outside the house. Hearing his younger brother say it himself, he was even more moved. He patted his head lightly and sighed, "What trouble are you afraid of? It's not that your majesty doesn't know you Who would dare to do anything about it? Go home with me later. As for the news about Baoyue Tower, if I need it, I will naturally ask someone to come over and ask, you are a serious businessman, don’t get involved in these things.”
He couldn't help but glared at his younger brother again, and said, "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your winter melon's head... I'm afraid I'll punish you when I go home, so I want to make me happy, don't play this with me Don't worry, use this thought on your parents. I haven't seen you for more than a year. I don't even think about how hard Aunt Liu thinks about you, but she still has the heart to stay outside. If this matter comes up, it depends on how your mother handles it. You, I won't beg for mercy."
Fan Sizhe nodded aggrievedly, thinking that it was because of your prestige that he was too timid to knock on the door.
"Growing a little taller." Fan Xian looked at him with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder. After not seeing him for a year, he felt excited and happy. "He's also stronger... It seems that he's doing well in Beiqi."
Fan Sizhe was about to complain about his troubles, typing the report of the future sister-in-law, but he heard a knock on the door. The knock on the door was extremely gentle and careless, like weeping and complaining, and it hurt like bereavement.
Fan Xian sneered: "Get out, come on in, don't pretend to be sad here if you're a joker."
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