Everyone in the building was stunned and speechless. I have seen fights before, but I have never seen the children of a dignified family get off in person. Even if someone is lucky and has seen such a rare scene, they probably have never seen such a scene where two enemies are one against one.
Even Teng Zijing was a little depressed, although he was much weaker than that master of the Guo family, but the young master made himself very embarrassed by doing this.
Suddenly, his heart moved, and he thought of the seemingly funny scene before—the young master was able to see such a complicated situation clearly, and... that punch seemed to be nonsense, but in fact the strength and angle were so accurate to a terrifying degree— He looked at Fan Xian again, and now there was a trace of awe and amazement.
Escorted by everyone's eyes, Fan's group was about to go downstairs when someone pushed open an elegant seat at the corner of the building, and a few people pushed the door and came out. When the noble and well-dressed person saw Fan Ruoruo, his eyes lit up slightly, he stepped forward and saluted, "Sister Ruoruo is free to go out of the house today, which is rare."
The visitor had a handsome face, with thick eyebrows and clear eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and he looked really talented.
Fan Ruoruo bowed slightly in surprise, "The prince is here." Then he quickly introduced Fan Xian to the other party. Fan Xian did not expect that this was the prince of the Jingjun royal family who had a good relationship with his family, so he exchanged a few pleasantries.
Prince Jing and the Fan family have always been friends, so they know each other's family quite well. As soon as Fan Ruoruo introduced him, the prince's son immediately guessed Fan Xian's identity, and he couldn't help being slightly surprised.
He saw that Fan Xian was neither humble nor overbearing in his speech, and there was an inexplicable confidence in his bones, but the smile on his face was so warm and amiable, he couldn't help but feel very comfortable.
At this time, the palace editor Guo Baokun also came to pay his respects to the son, and some other people talked about the previous skirmish between the Guo and Fan families in the son's ear. After hearing this, the prince was very interested, and asked Fan Xian, "Brother seems to have a problem with scholars."
"Everyone can read, and everyone is a scholar." Fan Xian replied, bowing to the prince.
In his mind, he doesn't have the concept of class division in this era, and he doesn't think that reading stereotyped essays will make him a person who is detached from business customs: "I also study, how dare I have an opinion on scholars... It's just..."
He smiled and continued, "I just have a problem with so-called talented people."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the building showed a curious look, wanting to see what new words this high-school boy who uses black fists would have. Wit?"
The heir of the county prince was quite polite, but since Fan Xian had not formally recognized his ancestor, he had no choice but to call him Xiongtai on this occasion and not mention the rest, at least he didn't mention his surname.
Fan Xian understood the rules in this society very well, and was not angry at all. He explained with a smile, "The reason why I have a problem with wits is because I feel that the current fashion is outrageous. Scholars seem to become wits as long as they are willing to go to brothels more often." The taste of a talented scholar, I am afraid that there is too much makeup and too little bookishness, which will not benefit the country, but it will benefit those women."
Although these words are a bit bitter, they are not so vicious, but rather like a joke.
The prince of the county made a haha, and the people in the restaurant also hahaha, this matter is considered to be over. After all, in the eyes of others, this young master of the Fan family who came out of nowhere seems to have some kind of friendship with the prince of the county, and Guo Baokun does not seem to be Fan Xian's opponent in fighting, nor is he in scolding, so he can only hate it give up.
Prince Jingjun invited Fan Xian to come in for a drink, but Fan Xian declined on the pretext of going back home, but he just made a live appointment to return at a later date, and the Fan family and his party went out of the restaurant.
As soon as he left the restaurant and was about to get into the carriage, the scholar named He Zongwei rushed down, looked into Fan Xian's eyes, and sincerely said thank you.
"Thank you for what?" Fan Xian asked with a smile.
He Zongwei replied with a smile: "I have always despised the rich and powerful, and I am proud of it. Today, your Excellency pointed it out, and I just realized that I just like this feeling, and I still can't get rid of those clichés in my bones."
Fan Xian frowned slightly, feeling that this person's posture changed too quickly.
Although he didn't like this seemingly upright scholar, after all, the cause of the conflict was actually that the other party was fighting for him, the "author of a dream of Red Mansions", so he smiled and explained: "Everyone has a cowardly part in their body. However, it often takes certain things to force this part out, this is the so-called little under the Confucian robe. Today I am talking nonsense, and I hope you will not be offended."
"The little one under the Confucian robe?" He Zongwei seemed to be thinking about it. When he came to his senses, he bowed deeply to Fan Ruoruo who was beside Fan Xian, and then turned and went upstairs without looking back.
Fan Xian caught a glimpse of the black-faced scholar's face that seemed a little red, and only then did he know what was going on. He looked at the younger sister beside him with a teasing face, but Fan Ruoruo's face was calm and unwavering, as if the black-faced scholar had never been here before. generally.
Knowing that He Zongwei was only in unrequited love, Fan Xian didn't have much sympathy. In his plan, the husband-in-law that his sister would marry in the future may not necessarily be a marquis, but his sister must like it.
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After Fan Xian left, Guo Baokun and He Zongwei's table of literati lost face and left the building too. The third floor of Yishiju began to gradually return to calm, but the guests at each table were still talking about the young master from Fan's mansion, saying that they had never heard of such a person in Si Nanbo's family, and they were all guessing that it was Miss Fan's cousin then what.
Prince Jing's son naturally knew Fan Xian's identity, but it was impossible to talk to those idlers outside the room. He poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly, sighing quietly: "It is said that the prince likes literature and often associates with Qingliu. Come on, among the people he associates with, there is not even a decent talent."
An aide thought it over and said, "That He Zongwei is Zeng Wenxiang's student, and he will definitely pass the imperial examination next year. I don't know how he is."
Prince Jing shook his head: "This He Zongwei has talent, but his temperament is..." In fact, he had heard the conversation outside in the wing room before, now thinking of the strong comment he heard, he laughed and said: " The strength of character is indeed worse."
The staff also smiled and said: "The illegitimate son that Mr. Fan has hidden for more than ten years is really interesting."
Prince Jing clapped the fan in his hand, and was about to give it a compliment, when he suddenly thought of Fan Xian's teasing words earlier, he hurriedly put the fan back on the table, and said with a smile, "Then Guo Baokun relied on his father's power at home, and he made a deal with the crown prince." Alright, so it's really not easy for such a blunt person to live up to now if you don't take the Fan family seriously."