Early in the morning, the birds chirped and chirped in the garden, and the maids and servants in the mansion finished cleaning and began to prepare breakfast. Now Earl Sinan's daughter, Miss Fan Ruoruo has returned to the capital, so there is only one and a half masters left in the mansion, so there are not many things to do.
After finishing everything, Dong'er, the eldest maid, went to wake Fan Xian up. Who knew that Fan Xian was shocked when she saw Fan Xian's appearance, and thought that the little boy was seriously ill, so she hurriedly prepared to call for a doctor. At first, after checking the pulse, he said that there was nothing serious, but he didn't know what he had eaten recently, and he was a little angry. He prescribed a few prescriptions for recuperation, then collected the money and left.
Ever since Fei Jie came to Earl Beppu, Mr. Xixi, who was a fan of the ancient Chinese school, left sadly. Chenfeng entered the room, Fei Jie looked at the little boy with two dark circles in front of him, he laughed sharply: "People say that young people have a heart like the morning sun, and they don't know the sorrows of the world. What is it for you to get sleepy?" I couldn’t sleep well, and even alarmed the doctor.”
Fan Xian thought about it all night, but he still wasn't sure whether he should practice the true qi in his body. Although it was his nature to regard the practice of this nameless exercise as a game and entertainment to spend endless lives, if it was a matter of life and death , naturally be more cautious.
Sleeping too little, I was already in a trance. Hearing Teacher Fei's words that he didn't know the sorrows of the world, he subconsciously murmured, "Young people don't know sorrows. They fall in love with the upper floors. Love the upper floors, and write new words for me." Forced to talk about sorrow. Now that I know the feeling of sorrow, I want to say it. I want to say it, but I say it’s cool in autumn.”
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The study suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound for a long time. Fan Xian propped up his sleepy eyelids and yawned: "Teacher, I slept too late yesterday, don't be angry."
Fei Jie looked at him, and subconsciously reached out to stroke his beard. Unexpectedly, he was still holding the quill pen in his hand and poked it on the top of his chin, only to wake up from the pain. of?"
"Poor old Xin."
Without even thinking about it, Fan Xian directly reported Xin Qiji's name. It wasn't until this time that he realized what kind of mistake he had made.
Looking at Fei Jie's green eyes, Fan Xian began to speak uncomfortably, and stammered, "Lao Xin is a second-rate dealer who came to the west of the city to collect sea salt last month."
"Oh, it's well written. I don't know what it's called when a businessman can create such writing."
"Xin... Qiji." Fan Xian took a sneak peek.
Fei Jie's expression had returned to normal, and he began to attend classes. In addition to the introduction to biological poisons, he also had to teach other courses, and the teaching tasks were a bit heavy.
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After eating at noon and returning to the bedroom, Fan Xian finally began to face that complicated question, whether to practice or not to practice that domineering and dangerous zhenqi? Holding the yellow book in his hand, he began to worry.
But before that, the first thing he should worry about is the few words he accidentally practiced in the study just now.
Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Zhongbi, this is a poem by Xin Qiji after he was relegated. Fan Xian is naturally very familiar with it, but he just read it casually, but he never imagined how much trouble it would bring him. It's just that I don't know if the excuses made up just now have deceived Teacher Fei Jie. But judging by Fei Jie's expression at the time, he should have believed it. The original author was a sea salt merchant.
Fan Xian didn't have any moral obsessions, and he didn't think plagiarizing the poems of the predecessors was such a disgusting thing. In his opinion, since these poems were something only he knew, if he didn't make use of them, he would be tantamount to reckless waste.
In the first few years before he came to this world, he had enough time to think about how to survive in this world. Wen Chaogong, a promising job, entered his plan without hesitation and firmly occupied it. Glory status in the top three.
When Fan Xian conceived this passage, he kept hypnotizing himself: I am not a yeast, but a disseminator, retainer, and great sharingr of the earth's cultural heritage.
But he didn't want to copy it like this, and he didn't want to copy it at this moment. In his imagination, at least whatever he wrote, he had to use the names of those ancestors in the world as pen names.
Just like in the study today, a five -year -old child, to copy, you also go to copy the white hair and green water of Luo Bin King, goose and goose, how happy it is, more in line with the prodigy Fan Er in his plan .
And at such a young age, if you casually hum words like "I want to say it, but I say it's a cool autumn", then I'm no longer a child prodigy, but a child grandma in Tianshan-the appearance is just, but the heart is three hundred and sixty-five There are cracks, and each crack is written with four characters of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the vicissitudes are so vicissitudes.
Fan Xian was thinking about all these things, but at the same time he fell asleep beautifully according to the biological clock that had been as stable as a mountain over the years, and began to meditate in his dream to practice the innate qi that Fei Jie saw as extremely dangerous and domineering.
That is to say, from this day on, Fan Xian resigned to his fate. Since sleeping is practicing kung fu, let's practice it, and let's talk about it when it really explodes.
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While Fan Xian was taking a nap, Teacher Fei Jie was continuing to write the unfinished letter last night in his room.
There are a few lines of dry handwriting on the letter paper, which should be left over from last night.
"... This child is extremely beautiful, courageous, intelligent, persistent, and mature. If all the five-year-old boys in Qing Kingdom stood together, he would definitely hide at the back of the crowd, but he would definitely It will be discovered the soonest. Judging from the relationship of this year, it is most suitable for the owner to inherit the family property in the future, but it is a pity that his identity is the biggest problem... "
This is the end of his handwriting. When he wrote here last night, Fan Xian began to ask him about his true energy.
Fei Jie sighed, thinking of the few words Fan Xian read in the study in the morning, he calmed down a bit, and continued to write on the letter paper: "... I want to say it, but I say it's a cool autumn. In recent years, ancient prose has been declining, and today's prose is in power. It is hard to believe that it was written by a five-year-old child, and it is also hard to believe that it was written by a businessman. Moreover, the little master replied with a slight panic in his eyes. In the process of getting along with each other, I rarely saw him. The biggest problem is that I stay with him every day, and I don’t know when that Xin Qiji secretly met him.”
At the end of the letter, he solemnly wrote: "Let the people on Dongshan Road find out who that sea salt merchant named Xin Qiji is, what is the reason for contacting my little master, and why is my little master panicking because of these few words? It's urgent, let's do it quickly."
After writing the deformed signature, Fei Jie put down the pen.
A few days later, the Kyoto Supervisory Office began to send spies to search for a sea salt merchant. As a result, many private salt dealers were found, and several high-ranking officials in the eastern part of the Qing Kingdom were brought down. The results were remarkable, but the merchant surnamed Xin was never found. According to rumors in Kyoto, the Director of the Overwatch Council, Chen, who was feared by the whole world, was furious because of this incident.
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God bless this poor man in this world... also called Xin Qiji.