Fan Mansion is located in the east city of Kyoto, some distance away from Tianhe Road, and the imperial palace cannot be seen. All the dignitaries live here, and there is no room for ordinary people to gain a foothold, so it seems relatively quiet. On a deserted street, there is a mansion gate about ten feet away, and a pair of stone lions are quietly squatting outside each mansion gate. Dozens of stone lions just stare boredly in front of their own gates. Staring at the carriage passing by in the street.
The black carriage passed slowly on the street, and there were no curious eyes on both sides of the road. Walking to the side of Fan's mansion, the carriage turned into a side alley with some difficulty, and stopped at the corner gate under the shade of a tree.
Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the car and helped Fujiko Jing's men get out of the car. There was no expression on his face. He looked at the surrounding environment and nodded imperceptibly.
With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and the servants inside greeted him. They glanced at Fan Xian curiously, mumbling as if they didn't know how to address and salute.
Fan Xian smiled, didn't say anything, and followed Teng Zijing to the door. The servants breathed a sigh of relief and began to carry the full luggage on the carriage.
There was a young servant waiting in the door, half crouched, leading the two of them in. All the way in, I saw the courtyard getting deeper and deeper, with rockery and flat grass inside, flowers and branches in shallow water, the scenery is quite elegant, but along the road, I met some women, and when they saw someone coming, they all stood by the road quietly , there is no confusion at all.
As he walked deeper and deeper, he still hadn't reached the inner courtyard. Fan Xian couldn't help admiring the grandeur of the old mansion in Kyoto, which was tens of times bigger than the Befu in Danzhou Port. Being able to own such a large mansion in a place where every inch of land is expensive in Kyoto, it seems that the power of my father is really extraordinary.
If you were an ordinary person, when you first entered the mansion at this time, you would always be a little nervous and cautious. Even when Sister Lin first entered the Rongguo Mansion in the Dream of the Red Chamber, she did not dare to speak too much, for fear that she might make a mistake and lose her life. The face of myself and Fuchu.
But Fan Xian is not an ordinary person. He has been a human being for two lives, and the cycle of life and death makes him feel a little free and easy. Furthermore, I have long been used to the status of an illegitimate child, and according to my mentality in the previous life, I don't feel that this status is shameful, but I feel that my father should be ashamed. From this extension, I don't care about the face of the Fan family. .
So he walked all the way, looked all the way, with a smile on his face, without a trace of restraint, although there was still a bit of shyness in his smile, but these shyness was just a cover. He looked at the scenery in the mansion and was amazed. When he passed the weeping willow, he stroked it. When he stepped on the arched bridge over the shallow lake, he looked at the golden scales in the water, which seemed extremely casual.
His demeanor all this way has fallen into the eyes of the servants of the whole family. These servants are unavoidably curious. This "young master" who has been hearing about it for more than ten years is actually such a character. , It's not good at all, but I always feel that the young man has a taste, but I don't know how to explain this taste in words.
In front of the inner courtyard, Fujiko Jing reminded in a low voice: "Master, I can't go in here, you can go in by yourself..." After thinking about it, I couldn't help reminding: "Master, talk..." This way, Fujiko Jing faintly admired Fan Xian, who was not surprised by favor or humiliation. Thinking of the secret strife in the Fan family in Beijing, he couldn't help but want to remind him something, but as soon as he said the words, he found that he was a bit aggressive, and he didn't know how to put it.
Fan Xian knew what he was thinking, was slightly moved, smiled and cupped his hands: "Teng Da is at ease." Then he told him to remember to pack his luggage, he might need it at night, so what.
At this moment today, I can still think about what will happen in the evening. Fujiko Jing knew that the beautiful young man in front of him was far more mature than his peers. The guy went to the courtyard to rest.
The boy who led the way was replaced by a maid, who was still quite a childish girl. Fan Xian followed the little girl into the backyard.
A middle-aged woman came over with a brass basin, bowed in a half-squat, and then helped him wash his face. The temperature of the water was neither hot nor cold, just right.
Fan Xian was silent, wiped his hands, handed the towel back, and said thank you.
The middle-aged woman was a little surprised when she heard these two words, and retreated in a panic.
Fan Xian smiled, and then he remembered that the capital is not Danzhou, and his politeness to the maids and sisters seemed redundant and inappropriate after being put here.
Even if he entered the inner courtyard, he was not standing in the central hall, but was led by the maid to stand at the side door. The wall of the side door is painted all white, but above the door opening, there is a slightly protruding black rain eaves.
He stood there for a long time, but no one paid any attention to him. He wondered if the old mansion had given him the illegitimate child's power. Fan Xian gradually felt restless. He took a deep breath and calmed down. He raised his eyes to look at the black eaves. , Looking carefully, I found that this rather ancient building is indeed elegant.
In fact, Fan Xian blamed them by mistake. Those maids and women stood aside, not deliberately ignoring him, but knowing the identity of this young man, they didn't dare to go forward for a while, because they didn't know how to address him, after all, the other party was not Fan Xian. It came out of the main room of the mansion; secondly, before the head of the family arrived, the servants really didn't dare to make mistakes. But at this time, someone had already informed the Patriarch.
Fan Xian waited for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and waved to the little girl who brought him in.
The little girl has a pretty face, her face is extremely smooth and tender, and she is still very young. She asked in a soft voice: "Shao...shao... what are your orders." He swallowed that word, his face flushed red.
Seeing the little girl's appearance, Fan Xian laughed, and said, "Bring me a chair."
The little girl went as she said, and moved a wooden chair from the living room. The chair was a bit heavy, and she was slightly out of breath.
Fan Xian stepped forward to continue, put the chair on the ground, smiled slightly, and sat down on it with great determination. He looked up at the rain eaves above his head, but he didn't care about the eyes of his surroundings.
The maids and women were quite surprised to see the young man sitting on the chair like this—the younger generation should stand before the steps before the elder arrives, how can there be such a pretentious reason
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There was a sound of very small footsteps in the corridor, and a very faint fragrance came with the wind, which lifted people's spirits. Fan Xian looked sideways, and saw a lady walking towards her with a smile all over her face. The hidden nobility on her body doesn't make people feel ostentatious, but it should be so.
Fan Xian took a slight breath and stood up from his chair.
The woman's eyebrows were like Yuan Dai's, and with a smile, the whole house was full of light. She looked at Fan Xian from a distance and said, "Xian'er has worked hard all the way, please sit down."
Fan Xian smiled sweetly, "Hello, Auntie."