"What are you thinking about?"
Two maids were serving dishes, and the little girl sitting on Fan Xian's right asked with a pout. The little girl was a little dark-skinned and a little thin, so she looked very pitiful when she sat next to the beautiful girl-like Fan Xian.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand, rubbed the yellow hair on the little girl's head, and said with a giggle, "I'm thinking about what kind of food you usually eat in the capital."
This little girl who is younger than Fan Xian is Earl Sinan's biological daughter, that is, his half-sister, named Ruoruo.
Because she was weak and sick since she was a child, and the old lady loved her granddaughter, she was sent to Danzhou to recuperate a year ago. It's just that it has been raised for nearly a year, but there is no improvement. The hair on the head is still a little thin. Naturally, the official family will not be short of food and clothing, so it cannot be malnutrition, but it may be congenital frailty.
Fan Xian and this little girl hit it off very well. Although he dealt with this little girl with the mentality of an uncle, he just felt sorry for her, so he often took her to play and told her stories, but in the eyes of others, they became their brother and sister. Evidence of love.
It's just that Fan Xian's status is a bit embarrassing. After all, an illegitimate child can't be compared with a real lady, so the maids deliberately don't mention the matter of the earl's mansion in the capital.
Hearing her brother's question, the little girl seriously wrung her fingers and began to count what people usually eat in Kyoto, but after counting, the three-year-old girl couldn't remember anything, she just kept talking about candied haws and noodles people.
After eating, it was already late, the sun had sunk halfway on the other side of the land, and thick twilight shrouded the entire courtyard.
"Ruoruo, you are really weak."
"Brother bullying."
"Okay, what do you want to hear today?"
"snow White."
Fan Xian suddenly laughed. Fortunately, there was no one else around, otherwise he would have been shocked to see such a weird smile that can only be seen by adults on the face of a four-year-old boy.
"Can my brother tell you a ghost story?"
"Not good!" Fan Ruoruo was startled, and shook her head desperately, two lines of clear tears dripped down her dark little face, it was obvious that she had been poisoned by many ghost stories in this year.
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Bullying little girls is just one of Fan Xian's hobbies. What he is best at is bullying those girls. He often tells them ghost stories, and then scares those youthful girls to scream non-stop. Everyone shivered on the bed. huddled together.
Although it was impossible for Fan Xian to tease them with words in order to cover up himself, he could always enjoy Xiangze's greasy hug at this time.
He comforted himself that he was still a child and was still in the period of needing touch. These were not shameless, but just normal needs.
And whenever the maids wondered how it was possible for the young master to know so many terrible stories at such a young age, Fan Xian would put the blame on the teacher.
So the maids are looking at the teacher with a bit of bad eyes now, thinking that the Earl spent a lot of money to invite you to give lectures to the young master, but you actually told him ghost stories, which frightened the children and frightened us. These flowers, you have sinned too much!
After the night talk of ghost stories according to the old routine, the two maids looked surprised and satisfied, and waited for the little guy to wash up, then closed the door and let him sleep.
It seemed to be another normal night.
Fan Xian put the hard porcelain pillow under his head to one side, went to the closet and took out his winter robes, arranged them into a square shape, and made a pillow.
He was leaning on the pillow, but his eyes were open, shining brightly in the dark night, and he did not fall asleep for a long time.
Although I have accepted the fact that I was reincarnated into this world, I may not be able to get used to this fact. It should be only after nine o'clock in the evening at this time, and I am going to sleep, which is really uncomfortable.
What's more, he had slept in the hospital bed long enough in his previous life.
He touched the surface of the bed and found that the hidden compartment he made should not be seen by others, so he relaxed a little. Naturally, the true energy in his body began to flow slowly, and he might enter that meditative state at any time .
At the moment before escaping into nothingness, Fan Xian thought, how should he live in this world? How should I live the next few decades
The three wives and four concubines who hadn't had time to enter the vegetative state to fantasize about the future were awakened by an unexpected guest.
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"Are you Fan Xian?"
Suddenly there was another person in front of his bed, those eyes were full of cold color, and the pupils were dyed with an unusual brown color, one could tell that the other person didn't love life very much.
It's a very polite question, but if it comes from someone who sneaks into your bedroom in the middle of the night with a mask on his face, a knife in his hand, and a few small bags around his waist, it's undoubtedly a question. Very intimidating.
It was also fortunate that Fan Xian was not a real four-year-old boy, otherwise he would have screamed immediately when he saw this strange uncle.
You can imagine with your toes that a night walker who can enter Earl's Beppu silently must be a strong and ruthless guy. If he yells, the other party will definitely kill him.
Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help being a little proud of his ability to stay calm in the face of danger. He coughed twice, suppressed the incomparable tension deep in his heart, and pretended to be the cutest baby image, pounced on him!
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"Dad, you are finally back!"
A four-year-old boy tearfully threw himself into the arms of a certain killer, holding his waist tightly with his hands, but the child's hands were too short to wrap around him, so he had to grab the killer's clothes vigorously, as if It was because he was afraid that the other party would just run away.
Maybe it was because he grabbed it too hard, so with a hiss, the little boy tore off a piece of fabric from the opponent.
Ye Xingren frowned, and seeing no movement, he got out of Fan Xian's embrace and stood there blankly, as if he was thinking about why Earl Sinan's illegitimate son called him father.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled, his clothes were of the highest grade in the courtyard, even if it was a knife, it was not easy to cut, how could this young child tear it with his hands
He was puzzled, and Fan Xian was even more puzzled until he vomited blood—when there was no one around, Fan Xian often used rocks on the rockery to test the power of the nameless Qi in his body, and when he found that his delicate little fingers could barely crush those After loosening the not-so-hard rock, he had a certain degree of confidence in his self-defense ability.
Fan Xian finally used the four-year-old boy's crying trick to make the other party relax, and then channeled all his strength into his fingers, thinking that he could restrain the other party, but unexpectedly, he only grabbed a few rags.
It looks like something is going to happen.