Fujiko Jing came up from downstairs, saw this scene, frowned slightly, and whispered something in Fan Xian's ear. It was only then that Fan Xian knew that the other party was the only son of Guo Youzhi, Minister of Rites, the current editor in the palace, the famous and talented Guo Baokun.
Seeing Fan Ruoruo, the gloomy young man had a look in his eyes that disgusted Fan Xian, and said, "I don't know whose family's children are so overbearing, but it turns out that they are the children of Sinan Bo's family."
Si Nan Bo Fan Jian has always been a holy family member, but after all, his official position is only a rank of servant, and he is only a fourth rank. Moreover, ordinary children of officials do not know the strength of the Fan family in the secret place at all.
Fan Xian didn't want to make matters worse, after all, it was Fan Sizhe who made the move first, and anyway, the person who spoke first seemed to be a "fan" of the Red Mansion—but when he heard this provocative words, Can't help but frown.
This Guo Baokun's father has a very high official position, and he himself is an editor in the palace, and he is on good terms with the prince, so he has developed an arrogant and arrogant personality. When he saw Fan Ruoruo who was rumored to be as cold as frost, he felt a little bit evil, and said with a sneer: "It's true. It's ridiculous that a mere member of the Fan family dares to use power to suppress others, it's really insulting."
He called himself a literati, and opened the folding fan in his hand with a swipe, which was a bit chic and neat.
The few scribes next to him were in a state of apprehension, thinking that they had offended Si Nanbo, and they didn't know how to deal with it. At this time, when they heard Guo Baokun's words, they quickly echoed them, and labeled them as bullies first, without realizing what they were doing. inappropriate place.
Only He Zongwei who caused the incident became silent instead.
"Gentle?" Seeing that the other party's words were aggressive, and there was no sign of letting things go, Fan Xian finally couldn't help but sneer in his reply when he heard these two words, "Scholars must be learned and talented. If you don’t have aspirations, you can’t learn. Look at you so-called talented people who don’t study in the college during the day, but come to this stone residence to drink and have fun. Where is the ambition? Where is the gentleness?”
Except for Guo Baokun, the people at this table were all talented and famous scholars, and their faces changed suddenly when they heard this.
A scholar scolded: "Don't think about relying on the power of your Fan family to speak so presumptuously!"
Fan Xian frowned slightly. At first he felt that his side was not very righteous, but when he saw the faces of these scholars, he couldn't help feeling disgusted, and said, "You say that the Fan family is deceiving others with power, and I dare not defend myself. Instead, you are sitting at this table by yourself. Talking and drinking with the son of the Shangshu of the current dynasty, he is really not afraid of power, lofty and self-respecting, I really admire him."
The meaning in these gentle words could not be understood more clearly. Everyone in the building fell silent for a while, and those who sat at the same table with Guo Baokun were furious and were about to argue. Guo Baokun even shook his fan twice, ready to speak a lesson Look at this young man.
But Fan Xian's temperament is actually a bit weird. He is gentle on the surface, but once he is upset, he also likes to make others unhappy, and he doesn't like to give the opponent room to fight back.
So without waiting for the son of Shangshu to speak, he pointed to the fan in Guo Baokun's hand and said with a smile: "When I first came to the capital, I saw all the sages playing all day long, skinny and skinny, and fanning the wind with a fan. Is it the so-called strength of character?" ? Then this kind of style, I will never dare to learn."
Guo Baokun went in and out of the imperial city, met the crown prince, how could he have suffered such idle anger, he was extremely angry, he took back the fan in his hand, and slammed it on the table, trembling with anger, unable to speak.
After the Wuzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, the style of writing was especially emphasized, and young scholars spread all over the capital. In this stone restaurant, there are at least 70% to 80% of scholars. These scholars... who don't have the "evil habit" of holding a fan
At this time, hearing Fan Xian's words about the strength of character, not only the people at He Zongwei's table were furious, but even the rest of the people on the third floor stood up.
In fact, Fan Xian has always been very unimpressed with so-called talented people, and occasionally has feelings, and because he is a second generation person, he naturally behaves more freely, so he blurted out. But seeing the abnormal atmosphere in the restaurant at this time, he realized that he seemed to have committed the anger of the public, but he had nothing to be afraid of, so he smiled slightly and clasped his fists around to salute.
For some reason, seeing this young man with a bright and sunny smile on his face, the scholars who were a little angry at first felt that more than half of their anger disappeared.
But Guo Baokun's anger didn't dissipate, he gritted his teeth and threw the fan on the table, sending a signal to do it.
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The disrespect of literati is just lip service, but both sides of this confrontation happen to be the children of high-ranking officials and rich families, so a somewhat dangerous atmosphere begins to float in the air.
Fujiko Jing stared coldly at the master guard of the Guo family, ready to protect the lord at any time.
There were two slaps, and the two figures overlapped in one place! The wind of fists was blowing up, causing the helpless scholars in the building to exclaim.
In the battles between nobles and nobles in the capital, the guards of the servants have always fought to the death, while the master watched the lively and boring games, very few people would set fire to themselves.
But Fan Xian was very different from those rich and powerful children. When Fujiko Jing joined the expert guards of the Guo family, he quietly fled forward. A fist stretched out to a certain blank space that was passing away.
After a crisp snap, the brutal fighting that everyone had expected came to an abrupt end.
Fan Xian withdrew his right hand and stood there smiling, as if it hadn't moved.
The master of the Guo family has already squatted on the ground, the bridge of his nose has been broken by that punch, blood is flowing out, and tears are also flowing out!
Fan Xian was very satisfied with the effect of this fist. Teacher Fei was right in teaching, interrupting that place, this kind of pain is unbearable even for a ninth-level master.
Guo Baokun saw that his most powerful expert guard was punched into a puppy and squatted on the ground. He was shocked, pointed at Fan Xian and said in a trembling voice, "You guys... are actually bullying the widowed!"
Fan Xian glanced at him, shook his head, feeling a little baffled, thinking that for such things as fighting, of course they had to go together, and he was not a boring knight in the world. As soon as he took Ruoruo's hand behind him, he walked downstairs confidently, but he didn't think about his previous actions at all, which completely violated certain customary rules in this world.