The guard of the Baoyue Building outside the door had passed out, and Fan Xian stood alone at the door, looking at his fourteen-year-old brother expressionlessly.
It wasn't until this time that the thugs and the teenagers in the room came to their senses. Someone didn't recognize Fan Xian's identity, and a nervous expression appeared on his face. The teenager with the injured right hand recognized him as Mr. Chen from last night, and screamed With a sound, a few people are ready to rush forward!
Fan Sizhe didn't have time to think about anything, so he slammed the teapot down with his backhand!
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There was a crisp bang! The fastest rusher, the first thug to pass by Fan Sizhe's side, received a heavy blow on the head, and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, blood gushing from his head.
The teapot in Fan Sizhe's hand was also broken, and the steaming hot tea splashed on his hands, the floor, and the man's body, emitting white steam continuously. He looked at the door in horror, his right hand holding the half of the broken pot couldn't help trembling slightly, and even his voice changed a bit.
"Brother, why... are you here?"
Fan Xian didn't answer him, but the people in the room were extremely shocked. Why did the big boss knock his subordinates unconscious with his backhand? Everyone looked at Fan Sizhe in shock, only the young third prince looked at Fan Xian with a look of innocence and doubt.
Some guys with quicker brains finally remembered that statement, and from this statement, they knew Fan Xian's identity—the reason why Baoyuelou dared to be so arrogant was not because of the elder brother of the big boss. Is it Fan Tisi from the courtyard? Could it be that the young man at the door is his big backer, Mr. Fan
Fan Xian didn't have that much self-consciousness of being a big backer of a brothel, his eyes lowered slightly, and he asked, "Will you come back?"
Fan Sizhe didn't have time to think about the fate he was about to face, he gritted his teeth, and the fat on his fat cheeks trembled slightly. After a long while, I choked out a very depressing word: "Return."
He lowered his head and walked to Fan Xian's side, like a child who has done something wrong. Fan Xian turned his head slightly to look at his younger brother, and found that the little guy had grown a lot in the past two years, almost reaching his ears. He sighed in his heart, and said lightly, "First, you did something wrong. Second, You're not a child. So don't play pity in front of me."
"Yes." Fan Sizhe groaned.
Fan Xian ignored him, and only glanced coldly over the dozen or so people in the room, and found that several of them were powerful young men who had appeared last night, but had escaped at that time and hadn't been broken by his bare hands. He squinted his eyes and found that there were still some impressions on the faces of a few people. He has a good memory, although the other party doesn't have this ability, but since he already knew his identity, he had no choice but to humbly go forward and salute.
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"Meet the big cousin."
"Greetings, uncle."
"Grandpa Leisure."
The major shareholders and minor shareholders of Baoyuelou walked up to Fan Xian pitifully to pay their respects. Hearing these people self-introduce their families, Fan Xian's inner anger and self-deprecation kept intertwining—what the hell is this called? After investigating the case, he finally found his own face!
No wonder Sang Wen said that the carriages often drive over from Shangshu Lane. The people in front of him seem to be related to him, either from the Fan clan or from the Liu clan. Fan Sizhe and the third prince belong to this line He was the leader of the brothel and opened this brothel. Naturally, these people couldn’t escape the relationship—he shook his head, full of anger, wishing to throw all the bad relatives in front of him into the thin lake behind the building go!
After a while, he suppressed the resentment in his heart, and walked out of the secret room of Baoyue Tower, holding Fan Sizhe's collar with one hand, like a chicken. Just when the two brothers were about to walk out of the room, the third prince acted as if he had just recovered, with a sweet smile on his face, and said in great surprise: "Master Fan... oh, big cousin! "
Fan Xian turned his head and looked at the youngest prince, with a very gentle smile on his face: "Third Highness, never try to act like a little devil in front of me... Also, I am not with a brat like you. interest in speaking."
Everyone was shocked. Anyone who dares to call the prince a brat in public... Fan Xian must be the first one since the founding of the Qing Dynasty!
Everyone was shocked by Fan Xian's boldness, and even more puzzled, even if His Majesty favors you again, but you are a courtier after all, how dare you be so disrespectful to the prince? The third prince stared at Fan Xian, his little lips trembling with anger.
Fan Xian smiled even sweeter: "This little mouth is trembling, and he's good at singing."
The third prince almost fainted from anger, but thinking of what his mother said, when this eldest cousin smiled gently, it was when his heart was extremely unhappy, so don't mess with him! Then he gritted his teeth and didn't answer.
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It was afternoon, and there were not many guests in Baoyue Building, and the news upstairs had already spread, many people flocked to the first floor, and were fortunate to watch the scene of the elder brother Xunzi. At this time, everyone who knew the inside story knew that Mr. Chen who made a big fuss in Baoyue Tower last night was the very popular Mr. Fan. Naturally, no one dared to come forward to make trouble. anxious.
But those thugs and girls who didn't understand the situation couldn't help whispering, with a hint of excitement in their eyes, spreading the gossip they just received. Could it be that the little fat man who was grabbed like a chicken was his own family? The most mysterious big boss in the building? How do you look at it, doesn't it look like the legendary vicious character
Who is that handsome young man holding the big boss
Fan Xian strode forward, holding the "big boss" of Baoyuelou under his hands, with no expression on his face, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the girl named Yan'er in the corner, and there seemed to be some worry in the girl's eyes.
He raised his eyebrows, and his heart was touched. He knew that this matter was too big to hide from the people of Kyoto for a long time, but he didn't deliberately conceal it, and had other plans in his heart.
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Walking out of the gate of Baoyue Tower, there is a carriage on the left and right of the quiet long street. Fan Xian's carriage is on the west side, and there is no mark on the carriage on the east side. Long gone the sunny face of the past, greeted him.
The sun was moving to the west, and it was so dizzy that it made people feel uncomfortable. Fan Xian's face was reflected on Fan Xian's face through the light branches without leaves in autumn. .
Teng Zijing appeared out of nowhere, and whispered softly: "Master knows that the young master still has something to talk about, let me take the second young master back first."
Fan Xian didn't turn around, nodded slightly, and said, "Some people from the clan will enter the mansion later. Get all the guards in the house to cheer up, and don't let any of them slip out." Then he took a look. The pale-faced Fan Sizhe glanced at him and said, "Anyone who dares to sneak out again will have his legs broken."
Although the words are light, they make those who hear them shudder. Teng Zijing clearly felt the anger in the young master's heart at this time, and did not dare to be careless, and responded respectfully: "The master has spoken, and you can handle this matter yourself, master. The house will be closed today, and I will wait for you to go back."
Fan Xian nodded, and walked towards the carriage where Shizi Hongcheng was. Fan Sizhe cried out behind him, but got no response, so he got on the carriage obediently.
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The two parties beside the carriage did not seem to be engaged in some kind of negotiation and peace negotiation, but seemed to be chatting about family matters. Fan Xian chuckled and said, "So eager to take Miss Yuan back to Liujinghe?"
Hongcheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect Yuan Meng's matter to be hidden from you."
Fan Xian responded, "You know what I do. It's hard to hide this kind of thing from me."
Li Hongcheng slightly moved in and asked him to get on the carriage. Fan Xian shook his head, but then he saw that in the spacious carriage, besides the plump Master Yuan with his head slightly lowered, there was another person sitting.
That noble figure was half squatting on the seat, looking at Fan Xian with gentle and sincere eyes.
Fan Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately returned to normal. With a smile, he cupped his fists and saluted, "I've seen the Second Highness."
"In spring, there is no such relationship between you and me." The second prince's thin lips moved slightly, and there was a look of pity in his clear eyes, and he said slowly: "Why did you suddenly become like this?" gone?"
Fan Xian laughed: "Maybe Fan is a little ignorant."
The second prince was silent, and after a while he said: "It's not convenient to talk here, can Mr. Fan move over and explain in detail?"
Fan Xian suppressed his smile and shook his head: "I'm in a hurry to go home and take care of that useless child, I don't have time."
"I'm just passing by." The second prince looked at Fan Xian with a smile, and said something that no one else would believe.
Whether or not to investigate the Baoyuelou case has nothing to do with him. If Fan Xian wants to investigate, it will be the Fan family who loses face and benefits after all. If they don't investigate, that is naturally the best result. , everyone has one hand to pick up vegetables in the same bowl. In the future, Fan will always be "tolerant" to himself in the officialdom.
Although the second prince naturally cared about the money brought by this brothel when he saw that the internal treasury was in danger, but compared to whether he could win over Fan Xian, the money...is just a trivial matter.
Fan Xian sighed and said, "It's really funny to let the Second Highness watch the excitement after the case was found on my own head."
The second prince also shook his head and sighed: "I can't laugh, the matter of Baoyuelou is too complicated. Although I didn't intervene, I also know that at least 70% of the shares are in the hands of Fan Sizhe, except for the third son and that bastard." Now, you are brothers after all, so you should let go of the things you can ignore."
The two spoke implicitly, and they knew each other well.
"Where does he have so much money to become a big boss?" Fan Xian shook his head and smiled wryly.
"The two grandsons of Hongyi's family... also paid a lot of money." His Highness seemed to remind him kindly.
Mr. Hongyi is the man of the Liu family. Fan Xian pretended to be taken aback, and said sadly, "It seems that this case really has to be dropped."
The second prince knew that not investigating the case represented Fan Xian's willingness to be peaceful for the time being, and he was slightly happy, and the smile on his face was very real: "Although everyone's status is different, they are all poor people who are earning their living in the capital. .You are also an important person in the family now, and you always have to make decisions for the following nephews."
Fan Xian said: "Your Highness, I am not a pure official who is loyal to the law." He stared straight into the eyes of the second prince, "What's more, Your Highness has calculated all the details so clearly. Why don't I give in?"
The second prince shuddered slightly, he knew that Fan Xian had never been a person who would show weakness! Sure enough, Fan Xian clapped his hands expressionlessly, only to hear a sudden commotion in the Baoyue Building behind the carriage, the sound of people turning their backs, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and the girls in the building screamed in horror. The sound of calling.
Li Hongcheng's complexion changed slightly. He didn't know how many people from the First Division of the Overwatch Council Fan Xian had arranged to put them in Baoyue Building. He said with a worried face, "Anzhi, to be honest, even if you can cure this matter to death." case, it is impossible to hurt us, why bother?"
Hongcheng is really a straightforward person, Fan Xian thought, self-mockery flashed in his eyes.
Seeing that he still rejects people thousands of miles away, no matter how reserved the second prince is, his heart gradually turns cold. Staring into Fan Xian's eyes, he said, "It's just children's business. Sizhe and the third child are free and have nothing to do. Let's play around the whole building. Don't take it too seriously."
Fan Xian knew that the business of Baoyue Building was far from high enough to hit a dignified prince, not to mention that the handsome second child in front of him had nothing to do with this brothel on the surface. Starting out, at most, Hongcheng could only be involved. If you really want to investigate, you can only hurt your own hand!
"Sizhe is my younger brother, so I will naturally think about how to discipline him." He looked back at the second prince, "It's just that you have to take care of your brother too."
Hongcheng finally couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Anzhi, don't misunderstand this matter, the business of Baoyuelou is indeed handled by those two boys. I know that Yuan Meng came to help, but I and the Second Highness are not the same. Didn't interfere."
Fan Xian shook his head: "Sometimes, not intervening, just watching this thing happen is a very good move." He looked at Hongcheng with a half-smile, and said, "And I don't believe that Fan Sizhe has the ability to investigate To the relationship between Yuan Meng and you."
The copying of the building was still going on, and the Baoyue Building was still full of chickens flying and dogs jumping. The second prince frowned slightly, thinking that you, Fan Xian, are really so hard-hearted? In order to protect his own reputation and hurt himself, he actually doesn't even care about the life and death of his own brother and everyone in the clan
Fan Xian guessed what he was thinking, looked at the second prince with a tinge of self-mockery and said, "Your Highness has no plans, I dare not investigate Baoyuelou, after all, I can't send Sizhe to the capital mansion with my own hands." Go." As long as the two sides can maintain the current peace, then the Fan Liu family and those involved in the Baoyue Building will not have to face the pressure from the Kyoto Prefecture. Even Fan Xian himself thinks that the second prince's move is beautiful. The asking price is not much.
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After a long time, Fan Xian looked at the secret gestures made by Mu Feng'er upstairs in the distance, and knew that he hadn't copied out the account book of Baoyue Building. He didn't have this kind of extravagant hope - Fan Sizhe, the little bastard, was all held by the second prince in front of him. That kid only knew how to be a profiteer, but he didn't know that the bottom of the profiteer's ass would always be caught by those officials. stare.
The second prince finally understood what he wanted to do, and smiled slightly, thinking that Fan Sizhe opened the Baoyue Tower, and you will never be able to clean up this matter! The Fan and Liu clans are all caught up in this matter, if you don't want to make things big, you can only get along with yourself in peace.
"Baoyue Tower will continue to operate." Fan Xian continued to speak calmly, "Your Highness should understand what I mean."
His Highness nodded slightly, expressing his agreement, but deep in his heart, he felt extremely uneasy. Because he knew that a person like Fan Xian who was not easy to control would definitely not be tied up by such a brothel, but he didn't know what kind of methods the other party would have... next.
Fan Xian's words changed, and he said in a serious tone: "Speaking of which, Hongcheng did not do it right. You are sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows outside. I can't bear to tell Ruoruo that I hope you will restrain yourself after marriage... But how can you know that you are thinking about it?" Zhe did these shady businesses but didn't tell us, even if I was not in the capital at the time, couldn't you tell Ruoruo? After a few days, you will be Sizhe's brother-in-law."
He looked at Shizi and said sadly: "Hongcheng...you really disappoint me."
The second prince is silent, no matter how shrewd he is, he can't smell out the dark wind hidden in Fan Xian's words, even Li Hongcheng himself has a guilty conscience, he doesn't know what this son of the Fan family is going to do with this matter, and what he wants to achieve human purpose.
The search of Baoyue Building is still going on, the second prince thought to himself, since you agreed to reconciliation, why do you want to raid the building? Some worried that those black dogs from the Overwatch Council would really find out about Hongcheng's relationship with this building, so he frowned and said, "Master Fan, can you stop your subordinates? After all, this is the official business of the Kyoto Prefecture, and the Overwatch Council interferes in government affairs." , this is strictly prohibited by His Majesty."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Your Highness, I was only ordered by my family to come to this brothel to retrieve a few useless relatives who linger in the brothel... Of course, the use of a manpower from one place is considered a private use, but officials in the court often call their subordinates for help." Moving, these subordinates of mine can only fight, calling them to help arrest a few relatives at home, it is not a big deal after all.”
The second prince was angry, Fan Xian put the words on his relatives, he really couldn't say anything.
In the Baoyue Building behind the carriage, the voices gradually subsided, and an official of the Overwatch Council in disguise found seven or eight people from inside. They were all relatives of Fan Liu's family, and they were very involved in the matter of Baoyue Building. Shen, his face was full of despair at this time, and at the end there was a powerful young man with a stern face who was kicked down the steps with wounds all over his body. He was the leading young man who wanted to kill Fan Xian last night.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at those relatives who were full of fear, and said through his teeth, "Send them all back to my family."
He turned around and said softly to the second prince: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will naturally do what I promised you, but I have to settle for these people... It is not convenient to use Qing law to investigate them, so I have to use family law to deal with them."
The second prince thought to himself, no matter how much you try to use family law, it is impossible to cover up the fact that the Fan family holds the shares in Baoyuelou, so you won't tear yourself apart and let you vent your anger. It's just that the Tianhuang nobleman looked at those members of Fan Liu's second clan who were sent to the carriage, and his heart was slightly trembling. He didn't know what kind of family law Fan Xian would use to deal with them.
Fan Xian looked into his eyes, and suddenly said, "Those who ambushed me last night, please send a message to your Highness, don't let me see you on the streets of Jingdu from now on. Well, that's it."