Lying on the fragrant bed, subconsciously stroking the smooth silk surface with his fingers, Fan Xian was still digesting what his father said earlier. Although he knew that he would encounter some troublesome things when he came to Kyoto, he really didn't expect things to be so troublesome.
Before he left just now, he was going to ask his father about the matter of the Liu family sending people to poison him four years ago, but then he thought about it, many of the dirty things in the noble family may be hidden under that kind of makeup, If you want to forcibly tear it apart, it is useless. After all, in the previous conversation, he could feel that the father he met for the first time still had some genuine feelings for him.
It seems that he sent himself to Danzhou at the beginning because the enemy who killed his mother was still in the capital.
Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips—do he really want to marry that seriously ill woman? At this moment, it seems that he is playing tricks on the little girl surnamed Lin.
Seems like a really poor little girl.
He decided to take a look at that Miss Lin family. After making this decision, his eyes fell on the long and narrow box randomly placed in the corner, and he was a little curious as to where the key would be.
The true energy flowed slowly, and the dozens of days of practice stopped because of the journey, and then it started quietly again. At the moment before entering meditation, Fan Xian thought of his father whom he had met for the first time, and countless questions arose in his heart.
When Fan Xian was tossing and turning in Fan's house in Kyoto for the first time, Sinanbo Fan Jian was also in a daze in the study. This was the first time he saw Fan Xian in sixteen years. Seeing that clean and beautiful face, Fan Jian fell into some kind of memory, unable to extricate himself for a long time, muttering in his mouth: "Little Yezi, your child has already passed away." When he grows up, he is just like you back then. At a young age, he seems to know everything... Chen Pingping still opposes him coming to the capital, so I called Xianer back to the capital while he was on vacation. His property will definitely return to his hands..."
The light shone on the solemn face of the middle-aged man, and he said softly, "Don't worry, no one in Qing Kingdom dares to hurt him yet."
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The sky shines down through the cloud shadows, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the old trees on both sides of the road sprout new branches, shaking gently in the wind. It is late spring, and the little lotus in the lake at the foot of the mountain is showing its first appearance, green and tender.
Fan Mansion's carriage moved slowly on the road, followed by guards, looking quite imposing.
The carriage was very quiet, Fan Xian half closed his eyes, Ruoruo was carefully peeling off the thin skin of the loquat, and then brought the slightly sweet and sour flesh to his brother's lips.
Fan Xian opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. He was so sour that he quickly swallowed a few saliva.
Fan Sizhe looked at this scene with disbelief and horror on his face—his fifteen-year-old sister is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is well-known in the upper class of Kyoto society. Countless talents and nobles sighed—how... how could they serve that guy named Fan Xian so carelessly, how could they peel loquats for him to eat with their own hands!
Fan Ruoruo didn't know that the look of adoration on his elder brother's face had completely fallen into his younger brother's eyes. She just subconsciously wants to make her brother feel better, because she thinks that he has suffered a lot in Danzhou for more than ten years, and this time he finally came to Beijing, but he is about to marry that young lady from the Lin family—the little girl In his eyes, there was no woman in this world who was truly worthy of his brother, not to mention Miss Lin's body is like that now.
Although in the capital, Miss Fan's fame has spread far and wide, but in her heart, she is still the little girl who listened to ghost stories in Beppu, Danzhou. She is the only one who knows that her elder brother has thousands of poems and books in his chest. As for Cao Gong and Su Weng who made excuses in the letter... Fan Ruoruo smiled slightly when she thought of this, and looked at her elder brother in front of her, thinking that you are so talented , Why don't you let yourself tell others
Fan Xian also enjoyed the warmth of his brother and sister. With half-closed eyes, he also knew that his sister had already guessed that he "wrote" articles like The Stone Story, and was just thinking about other issues.
The situation in the Fan Mansion in Kyoto is different from what I expected before I entered Beijing. At least it seems that Liu Shi has learned a certain degree of lesson from the incident four years ago, so she is very peaceful now. And that playboy brother, who was rumored to be extremely domineering, seemed to obey Ruoruo's discipline, and there was nothing particularly unbearable for him.
The family is still quite happy.
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Fan Sizhe looked at Fan Xian's face curiously at this time. He admitted that this half-brother was much better-looking than himself, but he still strongly believed that only he was the real young master of the Fan family. Just an outsider.
But when he thought of his sister, the one who had always been as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, the one whom he had always admired so much, Fan Sizhe was a little puzzled. He thought to himself, could it be that this Fan Xian is really amazing
"No one on this street dares to provoke me yet." The proud Fan Sizhe looked at the guy who was four years older than himself in front of him, and said arrogantly: "You just came to Beijing, and I will take you to play for two days."
Fan Xian lazily leaned halfway on the soft cushion, and burst out laughing when he heard these words. He originally wanted his younger sister to take him to see the scenery of Kyoto, but he never expected that Fan Sizhe, the "brother", would come here uninvited, and insisted on leaning on the carriage.
"Hey, I said little guy, why do you have to follow us." He asked Fan Sizhe.
Fan Sizhe yelled: "Don't call me a little guy, I am the real young master of the Fan family."
Fan Xianqi said: "Don't you think that if you yell like this, you will appear to be unqualified? Even if you are afraid that I will fight for your property, you should play some dirty tricks..." He patted his younger brother's head and continued with a smile : "Let's learn more from your mother."
Fan Sizhe looked at the shy smile on this beautiful face, but for some reason, he became afraid for no reason, shrank back, and hid behind Fan Ruoruo, thinking that this guy is too weird, how could he speak so unscrupulously.
While talking, the carriage came to a busy place in the capital. It was noon, and there were many pedestrians on the street. The restaurants on both sides of the road opened their doors to welcome customers. The sound of shouting and the smell of food came into the curtain, and Fan Siche was yelling. to eat.
Fujiko went to the restaurant to reserve a table, while Fan Sizhe and Fan Ruoruo, under the protection of several guards, went to the food stalls on the street to buy noodles. Fan Xian squatted halfway, looking at the decorations on the pillars under the restaurant in admiration. These decorations are gorgeous, dotted with gold and painted, and very colorful. They are completely different from the ones he saw in books in his previous life.
The two guards were some distance away from him, secretly looking around.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman in ordinary clothes was holding a baby, and she walked over like a thief. She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you want books? All of them have not been approved by the Eight Offices."
This scene made Fan Xian feel very familiar, very warm, very moving, and very homely. He raised his head and asked tenderly, "Is it Japanese or Western?"