The conversation between the father and son was going on as if no one else was there, and the three women beside them were already dumbfounded. Isn't it enough to beat Fan Sizhe into such a miserable state, and also exile him from Beijing
"Sir! What do you say?"
Liu's eyes were terrified, and she looked at the master helplessly, while Fan Sizhe, who was lying on the bench half unconscious, jumped up from the bench.
I don't know how he has such a strong spirit when he is seriously injured. It seems that this exile from the capital is really a terrifying thing for all the rich and powerful in the capital.
I saw Fan Sizhe pouted his buttocks, hugged his mother's legs, squeezed his eyes, a few tears rolled down, competing with the pockmarks on his cheeks, and opened his mouth... but before he could waile or say anything, he was already caught by this The sudden heavy blow made the ground suddenly lose its voice, and opened its mouth anxiously, but couldn't say anything.
The young man burst into tears, shook his head desperately, but couldn't speak, his back was covered in bloodstains, he looked so pitiful.
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"Master!" Liu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cast a resentful look at Fan Xian, knelt down in front of Fan Jian like a chopped wooden stake, and begged for mercy, "No! No! He is your precious son... You just have the heart to watch him being kicked out of the house? Do you have the heart to watch him wander in a foreign country without any parents around him?"
She rushed to pull Fan Ruoruo's hand: "Ruoruo, hurry up, beg your father, don't drive Zhe'er out of the house."
Liu thought to herself that Fan Xian must have been gossiping behind her back to drive Fan Sizhe out of the house because of Baoyuelou. Last night, the father and son talked for a long time, so she quickly pulled Ruoruo into the battle. Although Xiang Ruoruo is not his own, after all, they have lived together for more than ten years, and they have always loved Sizhe... As we all know, Fan Xian loves this younger sister the most.
Fan Ruoruo didn't expect her younger brother to be punished so severely, so she was dragged by Liu Shi, knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "Father, my younger brother has learned a lesson, so he will never dare to do so in the future, just let him go." Just once."
Wan'er stood by herself, feeling a little flustered, and hurriedly knelt down.
Fan Jian remained calm until his daughter-in-law, who was a special person, also knelt down, and then hurriedly helped her up, and said to Liu with a frown, "Sizhe must go...and don't blame Fan Xian. , that's what I mean."
Liu looked at him incredulously, thinking why? But she knew that Fan Jian was a man with an upright and gentle face, but in fact he had the air of a general and a slasher. Otherwise, she would not have fallen in love at first sight and married him. Since it was his idea, it was Absolutely will not change again.
She was a shrewd and invincible woman, she bit her lips, turned around and bowed gracefully to Fan Xian, pleading weakly, "Eldest young master, just say something to persuade the master."
At this moment, Fan Xian was the only one who could make Fan Jian withdraw his intention to exile Fan Sizhe.
Fan Xian didn't like her gift, so he quickly avoided it, looked at his father with a wry smile, and asked him what he meant.
Fan Jian shook his head coldly: "If his crimes committed today are reported to the court by the officials, he will be sentenced to exile for three thousand miles... I will drive him out of the capital, which is better than the court's action."
How could the Liu family believe this? With the power and power of the Fan family today, not to mention opening a brothel to kill a few prostitutes, no matter how rampant and reckless, as long as it is not a crime of treason, Fan Jian and Fan Xian will also have it. The matter was suppressed. She couldn't help crying and said, "Master, why are you so cruel?... Sizhe... he's only fourteen years old!"
"Don't be cruel... that's why you've become what you are now." Fan Jian sneered at himself and said, "Fourteen years old?"
He sternly shouted: "Don't forget, when Fan Xian was twelve years old, he was already forced to kill someone!"
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As soon as these words came out, the room was full of silence. Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo, who didn't know about this, looked at Fan Xian in surprise, while Liu Shi, who had been tied up by this incident, lowered her head in despair after being startled.
Fan Xian smiled awkwardly, knowing that it was really inconvenient for him to say anything else at this time, he carefully picked up the bruised Fan Sizhe, retreated to a corner, and then ordered his wife and younger sister to carry his brother into the inner room, and he was dying.
"Fan Xian, come over later." Fan Jian glanced at Mrs. Liu and walked outside the study.
Only Liu Shi and Fan Xian were left in the study, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. After a while, Mrs. Liu opened her dazed eyes and said, "Do you really want to drive out of the capital?"
Fan Xian sighed from the bottom of his heart, approached her, and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't worry, father just wants Sizhe to stay away from the muddy waters of the capital for a while, and spend more time outside..."
Before finishing speaking, Liu Shi suddenly asked, "How far do you want to go?"
"It's very far away." Fan Xian looked at Mrs. Liu in a daze, and said to himself that such a shrewd woman felt sorry for her son today, and suddenly lost her position. For a while, she was a little envious of that fat little Fan Sizhe, and a little bit missing someone.
"How far is it?" Liu asked sharply.
Fan Xian naturally didn't care about her attitude at this time, and said in a harmonious voice, "Father made the decision last night. I wanted to persuade him to send Sizhe to Danzhou to hide for a while, but my father was worried that grandma would love my little grandson so he couldn't do it... So it was changed to Northern Qi."
"Northern Qi?" Liu's heart is at ease. Although Northern Qi is far away, it is not the place where the imperial court exiled the Southern barbarians. We are going through the honeymoon period and the relationship is excellent.
Fan Xian looked at Liu's pleading eyes, knew what she was thinking, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I have many friends in Beiqi, and I will take good care of him."
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The moon emerged from the other end of the autumn tree, and it looked much dimmer compared to the bright lights of the Fan Mansion. The two nephews of Fan Liu who had been beaten up in the garden were picked up by a carriage from Shangshu Lane and other places. Those relatives of the Fan family saw their son's miserable scene, and naturally felt pain in their hearts. They looked at Fan's house His eyes also showed a bit more hatred, but due to the powerful power of the Fan family, no one dared to swear.
In the study, Fan Xian was standing obediently beside his father, mixing fruit berries for him. Mrs. Liu stayed by Fan Sizhe's bedside tonight and did not leave even a single step. Fan Xian had to season the fruit juice that Fan Shangshu must drink every night.
"The three people I mentioned to my father have been sent to the capital." The three people he mentioned were all murderers in Baoyue Tower. He glanced at his father, and said with a slightly worried look: "The capital is the second child, and they probably didn't think that we would really dare to send it to the capital. But those three people have a murder case in their hands, which means they want to take their own money." Zhe's important person... it is estimated that he will be picked up by the second child at night."
Fan Jian smiled and said, "Don't hide it from me, I know you won't be so careless."
"I'll clean it up." Fan Xian also laughed, and this time he finally used all the power Chen Pingping gave him, and dispatched the assassins from the Six Divisions. .This matter requires father to come forward."
Fan Jian knew what he was worried about. There was no such thing as an official from a famous family in Kyoto who would prey on a child of his own family. He shook his head and said, "What's there to do? We were sent to the capital, what does it have to do with us?"
Fan Xian was admiring what he heard, and after thinking about it, he said, "Sizhe... I will leave at night. I will let Yan Bingyun handle this matter, and there should be no trace left."
Fan Jian nodded: "I have nothing to do with the Northern Qi people. They were killed too fiercely back then... Are you sure?"
Fan Xian met his father's gaze, knowing that he was worried about Sizhe's safety, and nodded solemnly: "Wang Qinian is now in Shangjing, and... I have a good relationship with Haitang and the Northern Qi Emperor. Sizhe is staying in Shangjing. There shouldn't be any problem."
Fan Jian sighed, and the white frost on his mane was particularly conspicuous tonight: "You told me in the past that Sizhe is talented, and you don't necessarily have to take the path of studying and becoming an official... I listened to you, but I just didn't expect it. This kid is even more radical than you and I imagined... I started doing this kind of thing at the age of fourteen, what was I doing when I was fourteen? I was still reading to the prince at that time in Cheng Wang's mansion, and now His Majesty, all day long Just thinking about how to play."
Fan Xian smiled wryly and said, "The third child raised by Concubine Yigui is really powerful. He became the owner of a brothel at the age of eight. If this story gets out, it will be recorded in future Qing History books, and it will really be immortalized forever. .”
"Concubine Yigui... I will talk about it." Fan Jian shook his head, "Although Sizhe is talented, he is still too vain. It is not a long-term solution to blindly follow the sinister route. Let him go out this time. Let's go and see the world, firstly, to punish him slightly, and secondly, to hope that he can become a better weapon."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "I have a problem too."
"Don't blame yourself." Fan Jian waved his hand and told him to sit down, "When the accident happened, you were not in the capital... But I'm curious why I proposed to send Sizhe to Beiqi, you look very relieved... you know After all, Northern Qi was not kind to Qing people."
Fan Xian did not mention the wordless agreement he had with Haitang and the young emperor, but he also explained his thoughts and said with a smile: "Xinyang has been smuggling to Northern Qi through the Cui family, and now they are dead. There have always been some problems with the line... I think that if Sizhe can train in the north in the next few years, he may have the opportunity to take over the Cui family's business. After all, he likes this. Since he wants to do business, I want to arrange a bigger business for him. Do."
Fan Jian smiled, and looked at his son with a gratified smile. Fan Xian's thoughts are considered meticulous now, and compared to his own and Chen Pingping's generation, he is just a little less ruthless.
"When are you going to move the Cui family?"
Seeing his father easily pointing out his plan, Fan Xian didn't feel uneasy at all, and said with a smile, "It will always be after taking over the internal treasury, around March or April next year."
Fan Jian nodded, and suddenly said with a sullen face, "Don't give them any chance to rebound."
This was the first time Fan Xian saw his father's upright and pure face showing a side of iron and blood. He was shocked, and his deep voice should be.
Fan Jian continued to say in a cold voice: "You handled this matter well... Temporary tolerance can be exchanged for time to react. After Sizhe leaves, you can do whatever you want. Don't ask me for my opinion. personal… "
"Yuan Meng... is that his name?" Fan Jian said suddenly, "He acts aggressively and has a vicious style. After a while, when this matter fades away, you can get rid of her and settle those cases."
Fan Xian was startled, wondering if his father killed Fan Sizhe to vent his anger, or for other reasons.
Fan Jian's next words exposed the deepest humanistic quality and long-hidden philanthropic spirit of this Shangshu lord. He could only hear him say coldly: "When I was a father, I lived in Liujinghe for a long time. I have always cherished flowers. I hate flowers the most. What's more, this person named Yuan Meng, who is still a woman in the building, is willing to attack the weak women in the same way, I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of person in this world."
Fan Xian suddenly realized that, thinking of the things that Prince Jing often made fun of, he remembered that his father was a flamboyant guest who lived in a brothel, and those romantic affairs were still spread in the capital. The tragic death of a prostitute touched his sensitive area, no wonder he couldn't tolerate Yuan Meng so much.
He took the opportunity to say: "Yuan Meng is Hongcheng's man... Look... the marriage between Hongcheng and his sister, is it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fan Jian shook his head: "Hongcheng is a good-natured child, let's wait for two more days... After all, His Majesty is referring to the marriage, so be more cautious."
Fan Xian was a little disappointed, and even a little angry at his father's attitude of not taking Ruoruo's happiness in his heart. He wondered if Ruoruo was not as good as the girls in the brothel? He made up his mind that even without his father's help in this matter, he would do it by himself.
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Leaving the study and entering the study again.
When the three people in the study saw him coming in, they all stood up to greet him. Shi Chanli handed over the document with dried ink, and said: "This is the transfer agreement for 70% of Baoyuelou's shares. Sir, take a look at it, and let the second young master sign it after a while."
Mu Tie went on to say: "The Kyoto government has been watching. According to the letter sent back by Nail, the Kyoto government felt very troublesome about the murder criminals we sent over. Later, an intellectual from the Second Highness's side went to the capital. What was discussed in Fu Yin's house is still unknown."
Fan Xian nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, we won't do anything these days."
Mu Tie frowned and said, "What if the other party misjudges the situation and thinks we're going to die... What if the Kyoto government sends a message to arrest the second young master?"
Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun, who had been silent all this time, and shook his head: "With this big boss here, if Fan Sizhe sends him north, who can find him?"