Prince Jing's son, as a member of the royal family, naturally knows the relationship between His Majesty and the Fan family. He was a little lost in thought, listening to his staff saying, "It's just that Fan Xian came to Beijing in a hurry, and he's in the restaurant today...not to mention showing off too much, but I also think Meng Lang is a bit too aggressive."
Prince Jing waved his hand and said, "Young man, it's always good to have some drive..." He spoke in a tone that seemed to lack the awareness that he was only in his early twenties.
Thinking of the friendly smile on the face of the young man of the Fan family, a smile of admiration appeared on the corner of the prince's lips, "What's more, the Fan family is planning the marriage right now. If Fan Xian is too low-key, it would not be appropriate. Everyone will know that the Fan family has an extra beautiful and clean young master."
Suddenly he came to his senses, slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "When I asked you to be a staff member, I agreed that you would only help me in my affairs. My father is an idle prince who doesn't care about government affairs. As a son, It must not be disrespectful."
"Come, come." He greeted the people on the table and began to drink.
Everyone at the table responded quickly, but they were thinking in their hearts, if you are really willing to be an idle son, why are you so close to the Fan family, and why are you so close to the second prince
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After getting into the carriage, the journey was quiet, but after a while, Fan Ruoruo burst out laughing. Fan Xian asked curiously, "What's so funny?"
Fan Ruoruo panted slightly while rubbing her chest, and after calming down for a while, she said, "I think of what my brother said earlier, it's really mean and ruthless."
"Which sentence?" Fan Xian felt that he said too much in the restaurant today, which completely violated his low-key principles of life, and felt that it was inappropriate.
"That's the same sentence - everyone has fun all day long, skinny and skinny, and fanning the wind with a fan, is this the so-called strength of character?" Fan Ruoruo said imitating his tone, and couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed again.
Fan Sizhe was also giggling, but found that the other two people in the carriage didn't pay much attention to him, and felt a little puzzled.
Fan Xian smiled wryly: "Strength of character is excellent, but it is not exclusive to scholars. Earlier, when I saw those so-called talented scholars looking at the sky with their necks stretched and their nostrils stretched, I felt unhappy. They all ate all day long, only Guys who can talk about mistakes, if you have the guts, don’t go to the imperial examination, don’t sit with that editor Guo—things like rich and powerful, or you can knock them down and step on them. There's no future."
Hearing this sentence, Fan Ruoruo couldn't help laughing again. The tone of his brother's speech was different from that of everyone in this world, and probably only he could understand the meaning.
"Just now Prince Jing was by your side, so my brother must have been scrupulous about what he said." Fan Ruoruo really wanted to know what his brother really thought of these scholars.
"I don't have any scruples, but my tone is much gentler." Fan Xian said with a slight smile, "I don't dislike places like brothels, and I don't think talented people can't go to brothels. But I always feel that a client is a client. The brothel still has to be talented, just like the bitch in the memorial archway, hypocritical and ruthless."
Fan Ruoruo said shyly: "Brother's words are too rough." In her mind, her elder brother is the real genius. Doesn't this remark scold him too
Fan Xian laughed and said, "Anyway, there are no outsiders." He suddenly looked at his sister seriously and said, "Girl, remember, don't marry a talented person if you marry anyone."
Finally, Ruoruo could no longer maintain a calm expression, and spat, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What is that He Zongwei doing now?"
Fan Sizhe hurriedly answered from the side: "A student of Taixue, born in a poor family, but it is said that he is a student of Zeng Wenxiang, a scholar of Jixianguan. It's top three."
Fan Xian frowned, and said to his sister: "This person seems to be honest, but he is actually very tolerant and good at acting. I don't like people with this personality. You should be more careful in the future and try not to associate with him."
Fan Ruoruo nodded without hesitation. In her mind, Fan Xian was her elder brother, her teacher, and the person she could rely on the most.
Fan Xian was thinking about that dark-faced scholar named He Zongwei. Since the other party is already a well-known talent in the capital, if he wants to join a high-ranking family, he should have many choices. If it wasn't because of his sister, then he didn't have to jump out before—I want to give Make a good impression on yourself? ——The corners of his lips curled up into a smile, it seemed that it was not easy for this so-called genius to discover his identity and his position in Ruoruo's heart in such a short period of time.
Turning his head and seeing Fan Sizhe lying on the car window looking out, Fan Xian felt a slight chill in his heart, and said to Ruoruo, "You and him go home first, I'll go shopping in Kyoto for a while."
Fan Sizhe looked back from the car window with a dazed face.
Fan Xian looked at his face, thinking that when he was twelve years old, he was facing assassination, and thinking that the other party was only a twelve-year-old child who was dragged into these very sinister things, he couldn't help but He sighed and said, "You're only so young... Oh, I really don't know what to say."
Fan Sizhe hid behind his sister in fear. He was always bold, but for some reason, every time he saw the gentle smile on Fan Xian's face, he felt a little scared: "What are you talking about?"
Fan Xian originally thought that the conflict in the restaurant was deliberately drawn out by the little guy in front of him, in order to expose his extremely bad side in front of Prince Jing. One must know that the opinions of Prince Jing's Mansion will play a certain role in the succession of the Fan Mansion's family business in the future - because he chose the restaurant, and he was the one who caused the incident. But seeing the blank expression on Fan Sizhe's face at this time, he couldn't help doubting his own judgment. Could it be that everything that happened in the restaurant today was just an accident
The carriage moved forward slowly, and Fan Xian knew that at least two of the six guards who came out with his brother and sister today belonged to the Liu family, so he didn't say anything else.
Fan Ruoruo remained calm the whole time, bowed her head and said nothing, thinking about these things at home, she felt a little bored.
The carriage arrived at the street in front of Fan's house, Ruo Ruo led his younger brother back to the mansion, while Fan Xian continued his one-day trip to Kyoto. Originally, Fan Ruoruo wanted to go with him, but he thought of what he had to do later, so he smiled and refused, looked at Fan Sizhe again, and told him not to tell about the Dream of the Red Chamber, but he didn't know if the other party would listen his words.
Fujiko Jing sat in the carriage, looking at his little master. I don't know when, Fujiko Jing decided that following this sixteen-year-old little master, he would have a very promising future. Maybe it's because the spring in Danzhou is really easy to make people have good imaginations. Maybe it's because of this journey. Infected by the young man in front of him, perhaps some kind of agreement was reached between the two.
Fan Xian thought for a while, then raised his jaw and asked, "I asked my father to come here. I guess you won't have much chance to make a name in a short time. Don't blame me."
Fujiko Jing smiled, and replied respectfully: "The young master is not an ordinary person, following the young master will naturally be beneficial."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "What's unusual about me? In the restaurant before, I didn't spit everywhere like ordinary ignorant teenagers."
Fujiko Jing pondered the meaning of his words, and carefully replied: "Master, I understand what you guessed, I don't think this matter has anything to do with the young master."
The carriage had already stopped, and the breeze from outside entered the curtain silently, which made people feel refreshed. Fan Xian glanced at Teng Zijing, and said softly, "I also hope that this matter has nothing to do with him."