Along the way, Fan Xian arranged for Teng Zijing to be in his own carriage, so these words did not avoid him at all. He frowned and said, "It's a bit of a coincidence. I just entered the capital, so I won't get into conflict with anyone. As a result, Sizhe followed me all day, and Prince Jing's son happened to be in the restaurant when there was a conflict in the restaurant, this kind of coincidence is hard to explain."
Fujiko Jing said with a smile: "The young master may be arrogant, but there is really nothing bad in his stomach. The second wife would never dare to entrust him with this kind of matter."
He went on to say: "The second wife is just such a son. He was born to be unable to study and learn martial arts. Every day, he only eats and drinks and flaunts around, so the second wife looks down on her son very much."
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips: "It is precisely because I know that my son can't be raised up, that's why Mrs. Liu attacked me so viciously... This mother seems to be very stubborn. Mrs. Liu... She wants to let the outside world know." Everyone thinks that the illegitimate son of the Fan family is just an incompetent playboy."
Fujiko Jing said: "In fact, you may not know that as long as the young master goes out, something will always come out. So the second wife asked him to go out with you, there is no need to arrange anything, and it will naturally cause you to fall into disputes."
"You mean, as long as I follow him to show off outside, I will naturally become a dude in the eyes of the world."
"Not bad." Fujiko Jing said with a smile: "The second wife's idea is very simple, but it seems to be very effective."
Fan Xian laughed and said: "This Liu family is very interesting... He actually recognized Sizhe as Pan Mozhi, and the big guy just mixed up with black, which is interesting and interesting."
"It's just that I didn't expect Prince Jing to be in the restaurant." Fujiko Jing replied, "The young master handled it properly earlier. Although his words seemed to offend some scholars, but all scholars are always a little arrogant. People in the capital may think that It is much better for the young master to be arrogant than to think that the young master is an incompetent person."
"Is creating public opinion really that important?" Fan Xian said with a smile, "Is the Fan family really a sweet potato? Is the Liu family really so simple-minded that they look like a simple woman?"
He looked at Fujiko Kyung and said, "This is all a problem, but it's not actually my problem."
Fujiko Jing asked curiously: "Master, what is your problem?"
Fan Xian was worried about his pretty face: "My problem is that until today, I still don't know what my unmarried daughter-in-law looks like, and whether she is really sick and dying."
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The carriage stopped at an alley on the side of Tianhe Street. Looking into the distance, the yamen of various ministries are still open for business, and the eaves of various buildings are like phoenixes, pointing to the sky. The house, standing there, looked very dark.
Fan Xian didn't let Teng Zijing follow him. Although the other party seemed to have made up his mind to put his future on him, the young master, Fan Xian thought he was not Song Qili, and he didn't have the ability to subdue people's hearts. After all, he was his father's personal follower—so some things Still won't let him know.
After confirming the location of the Overwatch Council in front of a candied haws stall, he bought one, biting it and walking over there, making his teeth sore that he almost fell out of it, exclaiming that he enjoyed it.
Passing by a bookstore, he walked in, glanced around, and found that they were all subsets of classics and history that he had read countless times, so he called the clerk over and asked in a low voice, "Is there a story of stone?"
A strange smile appeared on the clerk's face, and he also replied in a very low voice: "Customers come with me."
He didn't avoid people too much, so in a small cubicle next to the main hall, the clerk took out a set of books and handed them to Fan Xian. Fan Xian took it over and saw that it was exactly the same as the version he bought from the aunt earlier today. He nodded in satisfaction and handed over the money.
"Leave the books first, someone from Fan's residence will come to pick them up later." The previous book had already been brought back to the residence by his younger sister, and these books were too heavy to carry on his body, so Fan Xian planned to stay for a while and let the servants in the residence Come and fetch.
The clerk wondered: "Which Fan Mansion is it?"
"Sinan Bo's Mansion." Fan Xian wondered if there were still many Fan Mansions? He really didn't know that the Fan family was originally a big family in the capital, and Si Nanbo was just a side house. It was only because of the old lady in the past ten years that things have flourished, and this has become the most famous family in the Fan family.
The clerk responded respectfully, wrapped the schoolbag and stored it at the counter.
Fan Xian asked a few more casual questions about how the book was selling, and after getting the answer, he felt evil in his heart, and cursed the pirated bookseller Haosheng in his stomach. Seeing that the customer did not leave immediately after buying the book, the clerk had to chat with him with a smile on his face.
During this question and answer, Fan Xian's ear tips moved imperceptibly.
While talking with the clerk with a smile, he slowly channeled his true energy, his hearing became sharper, and he found the voice he wanted to find in the quiet environment of the bookstore.
Two different breathing sounds from ordinary people.
The sound of breathing was extremely long and distant, and it was obvious that it was a person with genuine energy. Fan Xian knew that this should be someone sent by his father to protect or monitor him, so he frowned.
Seeing the customer frowning suddenly, the clerk thought that this pretty young man was very beautiful frowning, but he thought he had said something wrong, so he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
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Passing through the back door of the bookstore, Fan Xian confirmed that the two followers behind him should have been successfully thrown off by him. He was a little proud, thinking that the things he learned from Fei Jie when he was young, besides using poison, were like counterattack. Skills like tracking finally came in handy.
As the crowd walked on the bluestone road of Tianhe Street, they looked at the buildings on both sides of the street. Need to step across the small wooden bridge over the flowing water.
The flowing water is as slow as a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the small bridge and the branches of the green trees on the road reaching out to the water. with.
He was walking by the side of the road, looking at the falling water under his feet, with a pleasant smile on his lips. After coming to Kyoto for a few days, he always thought about some complicated things, which was far from his original intention of appreciating this life. , and my mind is a little tired. At this time, I was refreshed by Jingdu Chunjing, and I suddenly felt much better.
Arriving at the gate of the Overwatch Council, Fan Xian frowned as he looked at the building made of blue limestone. He felt that the yamen was too ugly, and it was too out of tune with the surrounding antique buildings with flowing eaves and quiet walls—but when he thought of He reluctantly admitted Fei Jie's really not-so-smiling face, and he really deserved the building.
Going upstairs, Fan Xian was a little surprised to find that the officials and "passers-by" people passing by were all looking at him, or in other words, looking at him with very strange eyes.
He carefully looked at himself, and after confirming that there was nothing that could attract others' attention, he raised his head—but the curious gazes around him remained unchanged.