After everything was arranged, Fan Xian came to the bedroom, and Liu Shi seemed to have fallen asleep by the bedside. He woke her up in a low voice, and whispered to her in the side room for a while, Liu's tear-stained face gradually showed determination, nodded, and accepted the arrangement. I don't know what Fan Xian promised her and how he persuaded her.
The night was getting darker, and the insects had long since disappeared in the round autumn. Ruoruo was accompanying Mrs. Liu, and Fan Xian walked up to his drowsy younger brother, looking at his sleepy face, which was still gritted with hatred, and looked at him. The pockmarked pockmarks that were about to burst out and shouted loudly, couldn't help but shook their heads with a smile, took off the inkpad from the desk, took out the document that Shi Chanli had drawn up from his pocket, and put the few of Sizhe's His fingers pressed hard on the paper.
Looking at the bright red fingerprints on the snow-white document, Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction. From then on, 70% of the shares in Baoyue Building held by Fan Sizhe were officially transferred to someone else. The brothel on the lake was officially split.
Wan'er knew that he was in a bad mood, so she made a grimace, but she didn't get any effective response. Deep in her heart, she couldn't help but feel that she was a bit useless, and she smiled slightly.
Fan Xian also smiled, and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, a child, you always have to go out and venture to become a weapon." He suddenly asked: "Miss Shen took it back?"
"It's at the Xiting." Wan'er explained, "Young Master Xiaoyan has already gone."
"Okay." Fan Xian replied calmly, and sat down beside Sizhe's bed. After thinking for a while, he stood up again, and asked the people in the small kitchen to make some dry food, while he served it in the side room. He drank a bowl of hot porridge while puffing on his breath, deliberately giving Xiaoyan and Miss Shen some time to relive their old relationship. More importantly, it is to leave some time for Liu to be alone with his son.
I don't know how long it took, Deng Ziyue came over under the leadership of Jia Ding, and nodded to him.
Fan Xian understood, and didn't want others to help, went into the bedroom and carried Fan Sizhe to the corner door in the backyard with his own hands, and boarded the carriage. Fan Sizhe was still groggy, Liu Shi bit his lip and came up to caress his cheek affectionately, he didn't wake up, Ruoruo also touched his thick ears reluctantly, even Wan'er's eyes There was a gloomy sense of separation.
Only Sinanbo Fan Jian still fell asleep peacefully, as if he didn't care about his youngest son at all, he was about to go to a strange country, and he didn't know when he would come back.
"You go first." Fan Xian said to the frosty Yan Bingyun: "This matter is troublesome to your father. Be careful when you leave the city."
After nightfall, the gates of the capital closed early, and only members of the Overwatch Council had the strength to send someone out of the city quietly.
Yan Bingyun slowly raised his head, glanced at him, and asked, "Aren't you together?"
Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Meet at Songlinbao, I still have some things to do."
From the corner of his eye, he could see clearly that the younger brother in the carriage had tears in his eyes, he had obviously woken up, but he didn't know why he pretended to be unconscious in front of Mrs. Liu. The corners of Fan Sizhe's lips twitched, thinking that he must hate himself and his father very much.
In the surrounding darkness, apart from the Qi Nian team, there are also six swordsmen on standby. With the strength of this line, unless the second prince uses the Ye family's Kyoto defense force, there is no way to fight head-on.
Fan Xian stood under the carriage and bowed his head for a moment, then waved.
The carriage started to move slowly, and drove towards the outside of the capital, behind the three women standing leaning against the corner door of the back house of Fan's mansion, all of them could not help showing their sorrowful looks, and Liu's expression became more mournful.
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A few carriages without any markings walked on the quiet and dark streets of the capital like this. Yan Bingyun didn't know what method he used to leave the city very smoothly. He set foot on the official road outside the city and headed towards the After walking northwest for less than half an hour, by the moonlight, looking at the bushes on the hill ahead, we arrived at Songlinbao.
The motorcade stopped here, waiting for Fan Xian.
Fan Sizhe who was in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes at this time, his eyes still had that savage look: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away during this journey of exile?"
There were only him and Yan Bingyun in the carriage, and Yan Bingyun said coldly: "You are a smart person, of course you know what to do. Fan Xian has used so many means for your affairs, of course not only to protect you Just a peace."
Fan Sizhe lowered his voice and scolded, "It's just to protect his own reputation."
Yan Bingyun responded mockingly: "If he just sent you to the capital to protect his own reputation, who can say anything about him?"
Fan Sizhe knew in his heart that this was the case, but he refused to admit it, and said sharply, "That's because father would not allow such a thing to happen!"
"Master Shangshu?" Yan Bingyun's cold eyes showed a tinge of mockery, "Master Shangshu's thoughts are something that young people like you and I can think about without authorization."
Fan Sizhe said weakly, "Brother Yan, where is my brother going to... exile me?"
"Northern Qi." Yan Bingyun replied.
"Ah?" Fan Sizhe let out a long breath with a look of despair on his face, and fell down in a state of grief that didn't match his age. He lay down straight, but touched the injury on his back, and couldn't help letting out a scream.
Yan Bingyun looked at him amusedly: "Fan Xian's medicine...although it's effective, but it's very domineering, just bear with it." This man was also tossed like this by Fan Xian when he went to Beijing in Northern Qi Dynasty.
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"I acted wisely. I looked miserable, but I didn't move my bones. Why are you pretending to be pitiful?" Fan Xian said coldly, and walked into the carriage with a cold face.
Looking at the expression on his face, Fan Sizhe thought of the way everyone had suffered before, and shivered in fright.
"What did you do?" Yan Bingyun frowned and glanced at him, "Time is of the essence."
Fan Xian put down the man on his back and threw it beside Fan Sizhe. Suddenly, a faint fragrance emanated from the carriage. Fan Sizhe was startled, looking at the woman's charming face, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and shouted at Fan Xian, "What did you do to her!"
The one captured by Fan Xian was Yan'er, the red lady from Baoyue Tower.
Fan Xian glanced at Fan Sizhe, and said with a sneer: "So pity her? It seems that although you have a cruel temperament, you still inherited your father's good genes of pity and pity... When you opened a brothel, why didn't you show pity to the pity?"
Both Fan Sizhe and Yan Bingyun couldn't understand the word "gene", but they were even more curious about why Fan Xian would kidnap this girl. Of course, with Fan Xian's skill and drugging methods, people in Baoyuelou were panicked again today, and wanted to quietly It is really easy to kidnap a prostitute silently.
"Is she your first woman?" Fan Xian looked into his younger brother's eyes and asked softly.
After thinking for a while, Fan Sizhe nodded, with a look of begging in his eyes, begging his brother to let the woman go.
Fan Xian shook his head and sighed, "You are indeed better than me. You opened buds at the age of fourteen..." Then he laughed loudly, and then said seriously: "I know your attitude towards this woman is different, and I also agree. Find out, she still has some affection for you... although you are only old enough to be her younger brother."
Fan Xian couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips again.
"Baoyuelou will not be peaceful in the future. I don't think you can rest assured that this girl named Yan'er stays there... It is even more impossible for me to take her into the mansion. Even if my father allows it, Aunt Liu will stick her Kill it." Fan Xian said calmly, "After much deliberation, although your journey north is a journey of tempering, it is too lonely and not good for the cultivation of xinxing, so I brought her to accompany you."
Fan Sizhe and Yan Bingyun's eyes widened, full of disbelief—Exile out of Beijing, and they brought a red lady with them? Is this exile or a vacation
"Brother... What exactly do you want to do?" Fan Sizhe categorically did not believe that after such a big event, he could still retain the level of travel treatment that even the second young master of the Fan Mansion could hardly have! He spoke a little inarticulately, looking at Fan Xian's calm face in fear, he even forgot much of the pain in his own body.
Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian, feeling so baffled, he shook his head a little incomprehensibly, and patted Fan Sizhe on the shoulder: "Your brother is really a wonderful person."
He got out of the carriage and left the carriage to the two brothers who were about to separate.
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After a short silence, Fan Xian looked at Sizhe quietly and said, "Why didn't you say goodbye to your mother earlier?" Without waiting for his answer, he asked again, "Do you know why I am so angry this time, and my father And I decided to send you away?"
Fan Sizhe lowered his head, thought for a while and said, "Send me away... In the first place, I don't have to worry about the case of Baoyuelou in the capital city, even if I abscond in fear of crime. In short, there is no such disadvantage, and the family can go freely." Compete with the second child and them."
"That's right." Fan Xian was somewhat relieved to find that under his influence, his younger brother also began to call the princes by titles such as the second and third.
"Secondly...it's my punishment." Fan Sizhe suddenly raised his head, endured the severe pain in his back and hips, and said weepingly: "But I don't want to go...Brother, Northern Qi people are so fierce, I'm over there What can be done?"
"What do you do?" Fan Xian replied seriously, "Of course it's what you are best at, doing business."
Fan Sizhe raised his head stupidly, and asked, "Business?"
"Yes." Fan Xian said, "Father asked me to arrange it. I thought about it and decided to leave you a capital of one thousand taels of silver. After you arrive in Beijing, I will send someone to pick you up, but... I won't give it to you." For your extra help, if you can turn this thousand taels of silver into ten thousand taels within five months, then I will really recognize your ability, and then... "
"Ten times?" Before the old brother finished speaking, Fan Sizhe couldn't help but roared, "I'm not a god!"
"This is your problem."
"The capital of one thousand taels of silver is too little!" Fan Sizhe said in shame and anger, "This business will not lose anyone's life."
"What bullshit logic, how much did the two of us spend when we opened Danbo Bookstore?"
"Bah! If you have the ability, go sell me the whole book of stones, and I promise you can turn ten thousand into ten thousand."
"Beautiful idea! The man surnamed Cao has been driven crazy by me... Where else can he go to fix it?"
After the two brothers scolded and yelled at each other, the whole atmosphere became a little more relaxed. Looking at Fan Sizhe's chubby face, Fan Xian couldn't help sighing: "It's windy and rainy outside, and my father told me not to take too much care of you. You have to be careful about everything."
Fan Sizhe nodded silently, and suddenly said, "Brother, you said that I am a genius in business, don't worry."
Fan Xian said again: "I hope you don't blame me for driving you out of Beijing."
Fan Sizhe shook his head and said nothing.
Fan Xian knew that he must be very uncomfortable, frowned and said, "Actually, the two reasons you just said for sending you out of Beijing... are all false."
Fan Sizhe raised his head, looking extremely puzzled.
Fan Xian said softly: "Even if you stay in the capital, what are you afraid of? Could it be that I can't even protect you? Just hide anywhere and wait for this matter to fade away... I forgive the second prince What about me? Even if the capital government dares to investigate the case of Baoyuelou, does he still dare to demand the capital in front of our old Fan family?"
"The second reason, you said it was to punish you, and that's only a small part of the truth." Fan Xian looked at the Baoyuelou headboard who had been in a coma, and said calmly: "You may eat a lot of food when you go north. It’s a bit of a pain, but compared to what you’ve done, it’s really insignificant. If I send you back to Danzhou and follow Grandma’s example, I’m afraid you will suffer even more.”
Fan Sizhe shrank his head in fear, and didn't dare to snort because of the injury on his back, but he was thinking in his heart, then why did you have to drive yourself to the north
Fan Xian lowered his eyes slowly, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so courageous in doing things, and to be so ruthless in your actions... If you still stay in the capital, others will always have this or that for the sake of my father and me. Honey came to lure you to walk into the deepest abyss... So I think it would be more beneficial for you to experience some wind and rain outside, or it would be more beneficial for your growth."
He suddenly looked coldly into Sizhe's eyes and said, "In business, of course you have to resort to unscrupulous means, but a certain degree must be mastered. If you are too sharp and vicious, you will always be vulnerable to backlash. What's more, it is always good to be kind to others in life. Yes, always try to move closer to the bright side.”
In fact, Fan Sizhe has not been very convinced about Baoyue Tower. After all, in his opinion, Baoyue Tower is a symbol of his success, and some illegal and dirty things hidden in it are really nothing. He lay on the long stool of the carriage, humming and said: "These words... have a sense of justice. People who don't understand look at it and think that my good brother has nothing to do with the Overwatch Council, but he is a piece of wood in the Imperial Academy. Scholar."
The words were full of sarcasm, but Fan Xian just raised his eyebrows. As the chief inspector of the Overwatch Council, the spies under him were doing dark things full-time. There is a world of difference in the level of spicy behavior, and it is no wonder that my younger brother disapproves of his own discipline.
Fan Xian smiled, and said, "Do you think that I am not standing upright, and it seems absurd to say these things about you?"
Fan Sizhe saw that his brother smiled softly, and started to panic again. Naturally, he didn't dare to speak, but the black eyes in his eyes rolled a couple of times, obviously that was what he meant.
"Of course I'm not a saint, not even a good person." Fan Xian said, "But even if he is a murderous massacre, if he really loves his family, he will have the same thoughts as me. … In our line of work, even if there is a stench all over our bodies, we still think that our brothers are innocent and clean... Perhaps it is because we have come into contact with the most dangerous things in the world, so we hope that you can stay away from them thing."
Fan Sizhe was suspicious when he heard him keep saying "we".
Fan Xian thought for a while, told the story of Xiao En and Zhuang Mohan softly, and said with a smile: "Xiao En didn't know how many people he had killed and how many evil things he had done in his life, but he still wanted to make his own My brother was trained to become a gentleman with a clear name... And in fact, he succeeded, and Zhuang Mohan did not let him down. Until the night before his death, I still admire him... Although your brother and I are not talented, but What Sean can do, I want to do too."
He seemed to be trying to convince his younger brother, but also seemed to be comforting himself: "It's good to be a good person, and I want to be a good person too."
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When Fan Sizhe first heard such a shocking secret, he opened his mouth wide and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he said with a trembling voice: "But... I saw the subset of classics and history that Master Zhuang wrote... I got a headache. Brother, it is a bit more difficult for me to be a generation of masters."
Fan Xian laughed angrily, and cursed: "With your brain, you can't study."
Fan Sizhe didn't know what to say: "Then you tell this story..."
"Do business well. In the future, strive to become a businessman with a long history." Fan Xian encouraged with a smile: "Businessmen... don't necessarily follow the sinister path that the world imagines. In this world, there are also some businessmen who follow the path Yangguan Avenue can still be successful."
Fan Sizhe said foolishly: "Businessmen refer to Yili... just make money, how can it be immortal? Yangguan Road? Even if it is done, it is still a piece of fat in the mouth of the government?"
"With my father and me, who would dare to do anything to you if you are serious about business?" Fan Xian looked at him with calm and soft eyes: "And you forgot about the Ye family? You told me on Cangshan that the reason You have been interested in doing business since you were a child, because when your father was holding you in his arms, he often told you the story of the Ye family's momentum. Such a big country, who dares to treat the Ye family..."
Fan Sizhe's eyes were bright, but immediately dimmed: "The brothel business is very profitable, more than anything else." He still felt that what face is there for doing business? Making money is the first element.
Fan Xian said with a smile: "I asked Daye of Qingyu Hall, and he said that the Ye family did all kinds of business back then, but they didn't make money from it. First of all, it must be the gender of the mistress of the Ye family, and she would definitely hate it." On the other hand, Daye's explanation for this business is that it is a side door... Since there is a side word, even if it can make a huge profit, it is not the right way in the end... It's like the green water on the banks of the river. , although it is deep and endless, it is difficult to become a mighty state. If you really want to be the top of the knowledge of business, you will not be able to just play around in these small rivers."
For some reason, the more Fan Xian spoke, the more excited he became. Perhaps it touched the softest part of his heart. He said loudly, "It's not easy to live a lifetime. You have to do everything to the extreme. To be a businessman? Then you can't be satisfied with being a businessman." A profiteer can’t be satisfied with being an official businessman, or even an imperial businessman... The way of business is still there, if you want to be a businessman in the world, you will not only be rich as an enemy, but also admired by all people, and you will be famous forever.”
He said the world is long, but Fan Sizhe had a headache, looked at his brother helplessly, and said: "The Ye family even sold arms back then, and helped our Daqing Dynasty smash the Northern Wei Dynasty... Those people in the north don't like her very much. ... If you want to talk about the means of doing business, Baoyuelou... I just used some low-level tricks, everyone in Yuan just killed a few prostitutes, but the mistress of the Ye family has made this world more innocent, brother, these words... "
Fan Xian was at a loss for words, waved his hand boredly, stopped Fan Sizhe from continuing to compare, and said, "Anyway, things like bullying the weak don't mean much."
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Fan Sizhe suddenly said sadly: "Brother, I really don't want to leave the capital." He also said: "Father and mother are in Beijing, and my brother will do my filial piety on behalf of the children." The sharp weapon that the second prince used to win over the Fan family would disappear without a trace. Although Fan Xian had always firmly refused to admit this, but judging from his father's decision, he knew that he had indeed brought some troubles to the family.
Moreover, after Fan Xian's words, the fourteen-year-old boy also had some impulses in his heart. If he could really reach the realm of the mistress of the Ye family in his lifetime—what a sense of accomplishment would it be
Fan Xian nodded, agreed, whispered a few words in his ear, and finally explained who he could trust in Shangjing.
When Fan Sizhe suddenly heard his brother's real intentions, he couldn't help being stunned for a while. The inner treasury...smuggling to the north...the Cui family...such a huge amount of money...do you have the ability