Fan Xian sat down, ignored the fellow, let his sister sit down first, and then asked with a smile: "Who is this young master?" He could naturally guess which character this little fat man was, but deliberately did not specify.
"I am Fan Sizhe, the young master of the Fan family." The fat boy glanced at him and said with a groan, "So you are the illegitimate child."
There was a slight voice next to his ear, Fan Xian went to see Mrs Liu from the corner of his eyes—unexpectedly Mrs Liu had already escaped for no reason and went to nowhere, it seemed that he deliberately asked his own son to make trouble and break Fan Xian's Calm down. Anyway, if something inappropriate happens after a while, you can also use the excuse that Zhe'er is young and not very sensible.
A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips. He knew from Danzhou Port that this genuine young master in the capital mansion had a very bad temper and was always domineering. Offending the real dignitaries and ending in misery, Fan Xian decided to take the time to... educate this "brother" himself.
But what happened next was completely beyond his expectations.
A cold voice came from Fan Ruoruo's thin lips: "Stretch out your hand." After saying this, Miss Fan took out a long ruler from under the table.
"Why?" Fan Sizhe muttered, his face looked very scared, but he still obediently stretched out his hand.
With two slaps, two red marks appeared on Fan Sizhe's hands. Tears started to come out of his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it, cursing: "Sister, for a foreigner..."
Before the word "outsider" was finished, Fan Ruoruo had already stamped the ruler twice again without expression, and slapped the little fat man's hand.
Only now did Fan Xian realize that the indifference between his sister's brows was indeed oppressive in the eyes of ordinary people.
"First, you can't call my elder brother by his name directly. Second, you have to understand our family's identity and don't say those bastard words. Third, if you disrespect your elder brother, you will naturally be punished."
Fan Ruoruo spoke lightly, holding a ruler in his hand, which reminded Fan Xian of those kindergarten aunts who were weak and cute on the surface, but were extremely vicious in reality.
Fan Sizhe gave Fan Xian a hard look, and then ran to the backyard with his mouth shut.
"Every time I cry, I go to his mother." Fan Ruoruo sighed.
"I'm curious, what two words are Sizhe?"
"Thoughts are stagnant like pigs, and they are domineering and domineering."
"It's funny that my sister interprets such a name as Yaxun into these two sentences."
"How can the naughty jokes told by my brother be funny?"
"Why can you beat people with a ruler?"
"Father gave me the authority to discipline him."
"This seems to be somewhat different from my original analysis of the world."
"Is it about patriarchy?"
"Well, there is also the issue of power distribution in the family backyard."
"At the moment I seem to have gained a little bit of power."
"But don't forget that your power is completely dependent on that man's likes and dislikes."
"Brother, don't forget that the man you mentioned is our father."
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The barrage of questions and answers came to an abrupt end. Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo looked at each other and smiled, very happy. At this time, no outsiders were present, and Fan Ruoruo was no longer as reserved as before.
The same is true for Fan Xian. In this world, there is probably only his sister who often writes to each other who can really talk to him with a logic that only he can adapt to. Moreover, Fan Ruoruo was still young when he first started communicating letters, which meant that to a certain extent, Fan Ruoruo's views on the world and life were greatly influenced by Fan Xian's subtle influence.
The two haven't seen each other for ten years, so they should be a little strange, but the previous conversation that only the two of them could feel, quickly narrowed the psychological distance between the two, as if the brother (sister) sitting in front of them, and They have not been separated for ten years, but they are good friends who live in the courtyard every day and study side by side.
In this relationship, Fan Ruoruo regarded Fan Xian as a teacher, but Fan Xian regarded his younger sister as a student, or a junior. This kind of psychology is very subtle.
Fan Xian looked at her with a smile, and said in a low voice, "You seem to be doing well in the mansion right now, but I'm a little more worried."
Fan Ruoruo lowered her head and said softly, "It's all thanks to my brother's idea."
"Oh?" Fan Xian smiled shyly. Could it be that the past life romance plot he wrote really worked? It's just that it's not good to ask directly.
"Recently, the Liu family is more peaceful." Fan Ruoruo said calmly, and she called her aunt directly as the Liu family. Even though there were only Fan Xian and her in the hall at this time, she still looked very indifferent.
After some consideration, Fan Xian said, "Although I am far away in Danzhou, I also know that the Liu family has a very high status in Beijing, so don't belittle her too much."
"No." Fan Ruoruo lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes resting on her fair skin, looking very beautiful.
Fan Xian looked at her with a smile, and found that it was indeed a happy thing to find someone in a world who could "know" himself, even though this person was taught by himself.
He said softly, "Have you received my letter?"
"Yeah." Fan Ruoruo smiled, the frost on his face had long since disappeared, "I was shocked when I saw that letter in the room the night before yesterday. I thought it was a bad person, but only after I saw the handwriting on the letter did I know It's you."
Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders, thinking that with Wu Zhu's ability, it was indeed a little inferior to be a messenger.
Fan Xian was very satisfied that no one came in to disturb their conversation. He took a sip of tea and asked seriously, "You probably don't know the reason why I came to Beijing this time."
Fan Ruoruo raised her face and looked at her brother with a half-smile.
Fan Xian was a little embarrassed by her look, and he said, "What's wrong?"
A slightly teasing sigh sounded, and the little girl smiled and said, "Many people probably know the reason why you came to Beijing, and I believe that the children of famous families in the capital are very curious. Jing, how big is the deal with that matter."
"Ah?" Fan Xian was slightly startled, and asked, "I always thought it was a secret that my father let me go to Beijing. Do many people know... But I believe that few people in Beijing know who I am, so why would anyone be curious about my affairs? .”
"Because you are going to Beijing this time to get married." Fan Ruoruo smiled, "The woman that father is going to let you marry is very famous."
Fan Xian frowned slightly. Although he didn't necessarily want to marry her, he still cared about the kind of woman he might marry. He asked, "Do you know that lady?"
"My future sister-in-law is the young lady of the Lin family." Fan Ruoruo's eyes flashed an invisible gleam, "Not only I know her, but I believe everyone in the whole capital knows her."
"Which Lin family? Why is that woman so famous?" Fan Xian raised his eyebrows.
"Brother, although you have always been far away in Danzhou, I know that grandma should also have a copy of the things printed on paper in the palace." Fan Ruoruo laughed.
Fan Xian recalled it for a while, slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized: "Could it be that the Lin family is the family of Prime Minister Lin Ruofu? That lady is the protagonist of the illegitimate daughter incident of the prime minister that was raging a while ago?"