He was really envious of the scene of Hongxiu Tianxiang studying at night when he was studying in his previous life, so he pulled Sisi hard and wrote with him for a long time, smelling the incense in the room, the fragrance of his daughter's body, and the soft tip of the pen. The paper surface is smooth to the touch, enjoying the wonderful feeling of extraordinary tranquility.
But he thought that if the news about his own writing got out, he was afraid that it would bring him a lot of unnecessary troubles, so he decided to write quietly by himself in the future.
Fan Xian always felt that he had to prepare in advance for his future life in Kyoto, both materially and spiritually. However, long and beautiful essays like Dream of the Red Chamber are absolutely impossible to blurt out temporarily at a certain banquet like plagiarizing poems, so it must be prepared in advance.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that his future life must be related to the center of Qing Kingdom, that distant capital. Maybe it was the biological father who was a senior court official, maybe it was the yellow-haired girl in his memory, maybe it was because he didn't see her. On the one hand, but always inexplicably curious mother.
He thought for a while, and wrote down the unspeakable things between Li Baoyu and Qin Zhong'er this time. After the ink was dry, he put it in an envelope and planned to send it to Fan Ruoruo who was far away in the capital.
In the mansion in Danzhou Port, Fan Xian didn't keep any manuscripts, he wrote one for the previous ones, so he sent one to Kyoto. Because it is really difficult for him to suppress the desire in his heart to share the beautiful experience of the previous life with people in this world, just like someone owns the most beautiful jade in the world that no one has ever seen before. I have been hiding under the bed for many years, and my heart will itch to death. I always wish that the whole world—no, there should be at least one person who knows the breathtaking beauty of this jade.
A collector who collects famous paintings for a lifetime without showing them to others, if he is not a pervert, is a thief who steals the painting.
And Fan Xian knew that he was definitely not a pervert. Although he was indeed a thief, the wonderful thing was that no one in this world knew.
So Fan Xian completely ignored Fan Ruoruo's age, and kept sending manuscripts to her on a monthly basis, and then told her that the story was called The Story of the Stone, and it was written by a person named Cao Xueqin. He met by chance and got it from him every month. Get some manuscripts and share them with my sister, how about this...
Although in the first fifteen chapters of Dream of Red Mansions, there are still passages such as Qin Keqing meeting Baoyu in her dream and Baoyu's first test of cloud and rain, but Fan Xianli is sure that the little girl should not regard these as scourges under the influence of his letters for so many years , nor would he regard his elder brother as an adulterer.
Sure enough, Fan Ruoruo got Cao Gong's writing, read it ignorantly, and treated it like a peony chewing on it, but slowly tasted a little bit of it, especially after seeing Daiyu enter the mansion, he began to feel better. The letter urged my brother to ask Mr. Cao more.
When Fan Xian received the letter, he couldn't help feeling depressed. He thought that the saved manuscript was gone, and naturally the update couldn't be too fast. When he copied seventy or eighty chapters in the future, he would still end up like a eunuch.
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After finishing the business of copying today's documents, Fan Xian began to read books as usual. There are many miscellaneous books in his study, all sent from the Earl's Mansion in Kyoto. Whenever he thinks about this matter, his impression of the father he has never met will always change. At least the other party still knows someone In the process of growing up, what is the most important thing.
In a country without AVs and pitfalls, the only way Fan Xian used to pass his boring life was to read these miscellaneous books in the study, other than playing hide-and-seek with the domineering zhenqi in his body every day, making the maids blush.
The contents of the books cover a wide range of topics, from farming to the laws of celebrating the country, and there are also some scriptures from this world that fill the entire bookcase like bricks.
This bookcase was made by Fan Xian according to the style he had in mind. The style is very simple. Inside each floor is the Rue herb produced in Yaozhou. This kind of grass can best prevent moths from eating books, but few people in this world seem to know about it. So it is only used as a general spice in Beppu.
After reading the books for these years, Fan Xian found many shadows of what he had learned in his previous life from those scriptures, but the way of expression was slightly different. The idea of a generation of academic masters.
No matter what aspect of study, including drug awareness, cultivation, and reading, Fan Xian was very serious about it, and kept accumulating with a calmness and hard work that didn't match his current age. Because he understands that he is not much better than other people, and he has not come to a perfect world with an average IQ of 50. The advantages he can have are just a little bit of knowledge accumulated by the earth society. It is the initial moment of awakening much earlier than ordinary children's enlightenment.
There was a light sound from the oil lamp, and a small ball of lights popped out, which suddenly became a little brighter. Fan Xian leaned over his desk to read a book, and gradually fell asleep.
Waking up early the next morning, after washing up, Fan Xian went to the old lady's bedroom to say hello before going to the living room for breakfast. Ever since the incident of the assassin happened, the way Fan Xian looked at his grandma was very different from before. In addition to insisting on saying hello in the morning and afternoon for many years, he would often chat with the kind-hearted grandma. , Tell a few short jokes to make the old man happy.
"I heard that one day, His Majesty the Emperor summoned the Prime Minister, the Council of Elders, Consul Ministers, the Director of the Overwatch Council, the head of the eunuchs in the palace, and a group of high-ranking officials to discuss state affairs in the hall. As a result, a meteor fell from the sky that day, and a meteorite flew down from the sky. , smashed the roof of the hall, and smashed all the ministers who were kneeling below. His Majesty quickly summoned the imperial physician to come to treat him, and waited outside the ward. After a while, the imperial physician came out, and his majesty hurriedly asked: "The imperial physician, Is the prime minister still alive? The imperial doctor shook his head numbly: "The prime minister is hopeless."
Before the paragraph, the old lady was full of suspicion. She didn't know why the child was talking about things in the capital. The old lady didn't know how many insidious things in power had been experienced, so she was always cautious.
"Your Majesty asked again: What about the consul minister? The imperial physician shook his head in frustration again: Alas... there is no way to save him. His Majesty asked again: Eunuch Hong? The imperial physician still shook his head. His Majesty was furious and scolded: Then who can be saved? The imperial physician lifted his spirits and said: Your Majesty is blessed, the country of Qing is saved!"
Hearing the last sentence, the old lady woke up immediately, she laughed tremblingly, almost bursting into tears, pointing at Fan Xian's innocent face and scolding, "You little bastard, if you were in the capital, you wouldn't be This joke, you will be arrested by the Overwatch Council."