The restaurant chosen by the brothers and sisters of the Fan family is called "Yishiju", which is one of the most wealthy places in Kyoto, so every noon, there are always some rich officials, talented people and beautiful women who come here to talk about wine, but I don't know where those talented people come from. How could those beautiful women be willing to show their faces with the money they earned everywhere? In short, the third floor is clean, and if you don’t have a corresponding identity, you will definitely not be able to go up.
It is precisely because everyone knows that on the third floor of this stone residence, the people who can sit at the table are all people of status, so there are very few conflicts and conflicts. Miscellaneous, who knows the real relationship between who and himself
The person who refuted the "Fan Xian's street stall publication theory" just now was an out-and-out talent, surnamed He and Zong Wei, who had always been very talented and famous, and was greatly appreciated by the scholars in Beijing, so he was a little arrogant in his bones. A few days ago, He Zongwei was reading the Dream of Red Mansions at his friend's place. Although he was very dissatisfied with the meaning of the book and didn't think there was anything unusual about the poems in the book, he still admired the author's exquisite workmanship of hundreds of thousands of characters.
When I came to the restaurant today, I drank three cups and two yellow rice wine. When I was a little tipsy, I heard a few ignorant young people in the next room talking nonsense about Dream of the Red Chamber. He was so angry that he drank these words Come.
Just at this time, the three of Fan's had finished their meal and were drinking tea and chatting. Hearing these words, Fan Sizhe couldn't help being furious when he thought of the praise he had made earlier, and how the other party accused Fan Xian of embarrassing himself. He was born in a wealthy Fan family, extremely noble, he has always been rampant in the streets, how could he accept the idleness of these sour scholars, once he lifted the curtain, he jumped into the hall on the third floor.
Fan Xian thought that it was better to keep a low profile when he first entered the capital, so he asked his sister with his eyes. Fan Ruoruo knew what he was thinking, and shook his head with a smile, indicating that Fan Sizhe should not go too far.
Over the past two years, Fan Sizhe has grown older, and under Fan Ruoruo's persuasion, he has become a little more sensible, and the game of smashing and looting on the street has basically disappeared, so she is so relieved.
Fan Sizhe rushed into the hall, picked out He Zongwei from the crowd with his eyesight, stepped in front of the scholar, and said, "You said that sentence just now?"
"So what?" He Zongwei's complexion was dark, and his facial contours were prominent, making him look a bit ugly. When he saw someone rushing out of the room, he knew that his words had offended someone, but seeing the arrogance of this rich and powerful kid, his blood rushed, and he said coldly: "You are so young, you don't know how to speak so ill-bred. Who taught it?"
Although this gifted student He has a lot of friends in Beijing and China, he has never met Fan Sizhe who is only twelve years old, so he is very courageous.
Fan Sizhe was only going to scold a few words, but when he heard the word "education", he thought of his mother's usual scolding to him, and angrily scolded: "You bastard, whose family is a scumbag!"
At this time, he had already forgotten his sister's usual teachings, jumped up and slapped the man in the face.
He Zongwei never expected that in such an elegant place in Yishiju, someone would dare to be so domineering. He hurriedly stepped back halfway to avoid the slap, but the blue scarf on his head was torn apart, and he looked a bit embarrassed.
The people at the table with He Zongwei were all well-known talents, and there was even a dignified person. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but angrily said: "How dare you be so presumptuous in broad daylight, do you still have the law in your eyes?"
"Wang Fa?" Fan Sizhe snorted coldly, "The young master is Wang Fa." After saying this, he clenching his fist and slamming down on He Zongwei persistently.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed Fan Sizhe's slender wrist!
Fan Sizhe only felt that his wrist was bound by a red-hot iron hoop, and the pain went to the marrow of his bone. He couldn't help crying out, cursing: "Aren't you here to help?"
His guard wanted to step forward to help with the fist, but unexpectedly, the figure flickered, two palms were printed on the chest and abdomen, and he retreated tragically!
The one who twisted Fan Sizhe's wrist was the guard of the gloomy man on the table. This guard had an ordinary face, but his eyes were slightly revealing, obviously a master.
"Throw this child away, don't disturb Brother Zongwei's elegance." The gloomy face ordered.
As soon as the master raised his arms, Fan Sizhe was thrown out like a chicken!
Fan Xian originally thought that Fan Sizhe would quarrel with others at most, but in the blink of an eye, the situation turned out to be so serious. But thinking of his younger brother being overbearing and domineering, although Ruo Ruo said that he has restrained himself a bit recently, he still can't get rid of the little playboy aura just now, so it doesn't matter if he wants to make him suffer a little bit.
But he absolutely did not expect that there would be a master among the opponents, and this master was so fierce in his strikes, there was hidden energy hidden in this throw, if it was not good, he would end up with broken bones and vomiting blood—even if Fan Sizhe did what he did. No matter how unbearable it was, it was too much for a twelve-year-old child to use this method.
For some reason, Fan Xian had already arrived outside the door. With a flick of his wrist, he was already holding onto Fan Sizhe's collar. Then, taking advantage of the situation, he turned his whole body and twisted his right hand clockwise to make Fan Sizhe spin in circles under his hands.
One lap, two laps, three laps... Fan Sizhe's body stopped turning, and he opened his big eyes with lingering fear, as if he didn't know what happened.
Fan Xian let go of his hands, handed Sizhe, who was still dizzy, to Fan Ruoruo with a wry smile, stepped forward, looked at the neat and restrained master, and said softly: "My younger brother offends me when I'm young, but your Excellency's heavy hand is inevitable." It's too much."
The few people who were at the same table with the talented man snorted coldly, not knowing what to say, after all, what the other party said was good. Only the gloomy-faced young man drank his wine with some self-respect, without looking at Fan Xian.
However, after He Zongwei straightened his turban, he felt embarrassed. Looking at the beautiful face of this young man in front of him, he became angry for no reason. He seemed to feel that the other party's smile was very hateful. , why not?"
Fan Xian ignored him, just looked at the master with a gentle smile, and then took two steps forward - the pure and reserved master saw the young man twisting his wrist to draw circles to relieve his energy, and couldn't help but feel that the other party was a little too deep Qui, frowned slightly, followed Fan Xian's forward steps as if showing weakness, and took two steps back.
With one two-step movement, the two made way for Fan Ruoruo, who was wearing a full veil behind her.
Fan Ruoruo was quite well-known in the capital, and the people in the building had heard of him for a long time, and some of them had seen him from afar at the poetry meeting of the county prince's mansion, and some of the high-ranking officials' children knew him. She salutes.
The people at the table who were confronting Fan Xian knew the identity of the child who made trouble before, so they couldn't help but feel a little worried, but when He Zongwei saw Fan Ruoruo, his expression changed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.