The flower boat stopped on the shore, Prince Jing stood by the side, smiled and looked at the few people who disappeared into the night, holding Miss Yuan Meng in his arms, Yuan Meng asked curiously: "What did Mr. Fan do?"
The crown prince nodded her slightly cool nose, and scolded with a smile: "In front of me, do you still pretend to be innocent?" Yuan Meng smiled sweetly and said: "No matter what Mr. Fan does, he didn't avoid you, but Miss Si Lili , I’m afraid I still don’t know anything.”
"If he doesn't avoid me, it means he's smart." Li Hongcheng smiled and said, "I'm just a shield he pulled up, but if I want to be willing, I can't hide it from me." He suddenly asked: "Look at Fan Xian. What do you think of Miss Si Lili?"
Yuan Meng seemed to be very familiar with the prince, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "This Mr. Fan seems to like lili girl very much, but he can't imagine that he can bear this spring night and go to do other things." She covered her mouth And the appearance of the smile is completely different from the feeling of the Qing Dynasty.
"Then you hang out with Lili more in the future, maybe Fan Xian will come to Zuixianju often in the future." Li Hongcheng frowned.
"Yes." Yuan Mengxiang's subordinate agreed at once, although he was a little curious as to why his son was so interested in Fan Xian.
Li Hongcheng put his hand into her skirt, grasped and kneaded the lump of soft flesh, Yuan Meng let out a soft cry, his body almost went limp. "Do you know who Fan Xian is?"
"He is the most beloved illegitimate son of Mr. Fan Jian, the Minister of the Household Department." Yuan Meng replied with a voice like a kitten, but her eyes were very clear. "This subordinate understands that the master wants to seize Qing's money and food."
Li Hongcheng smiled and shook his head: "I don't have that kind of ambition, I just think that Fan Xian is a friend worth making." This statement is somewhat true, but there are some things that Li Hongcheng knows that Fan Lin Because of the secret marriage, he knew very well that the young man named Fan Xian might manage the huge business system behind the royal family in the future.
If the Second Prince wants to compete with the Crown Prince, money is the most important weapon.
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Guo Baokun was at a disadvantage in the poetry meeting today, and he was in a very bad mood, so he went to spend the night drinking and drinking, which relieved his mood a little. When he thought of his old-fashioned father at home, his mood became bad again. Planning to get some fun things for the prince to enter the palace tomorrow, but found that the sedan chair stopped.
He was not ready for a while, and for some reason, his head was a little dizzy, his forehead hit the front, and it hurt so much, he cursed angrily: "You bastards, how did you carry the sedan chair?"
No one answered him, and there was silence outside the sedan chair. Guo Baokun climbed out of the sedan chair that was about to topple over in some embarrassment, and found that the street was quiet, and it was the Niulan Street that he had to pass before returning to his residence.
Surrounding the sedan chair were three masked men in black, and Guo's bearers and guards had already fallen to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Guo Baokun thought that he had encountered robbers who robbed him along the road, and was frightened to death, wondering when did the public security in this capital become so bad? Trembling, he asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Niulan Street is always quiet, especially after nightfall, there are basically no pedestrians, Guo Baokun is also a little desperate, he does not expect to call someone to save him by shouting loudly, so his voice is very low.
A clear and soft voice replied, "I am Fan Xian, and I want to hit you."
Guo Baokun looked back in astonishment, only to find a sack coming towards him, trapping him, so he didn't see Fan Xian's hateful smiling face.
There was a faint fragrance in the sack, but it made Guo Baokun's drowsy head sober up a lot, but in this way, it was even more miserable, because it was followed by a storm of beatings, punches and kicks, which were merciless.
Fan Xian watched Fujikokyo and the others make their move, and felt a little pleasure in his heart. He just wanted to let others know that he shouldn't try to tease him lightly, and he had other thoughts in mind. The son of Guo Baokun, the dignified minister, has ever suffered such humiliation and pain, but he knew that it was Fan Xian who attacked, and there was never a possibility of death when the sons of the rich and powerful fought. He thought he would not die, so he still uttered harsh words:
"You little bastard surnamed Fan! Beat me to death if you dare!"
Hearing this, Fan Xian was furious. He waved his hand to get out of the way Fujiko and the others who had been hammering silently. He walked over and knelt down. The sack said softly: "Brother Guo, do you know why I wrote that poem this afternoon?"
Fan Xian's strength was great, and Guo Baokun in the sack was already so painful that he couldn't speak, whimpering.
"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless rivers are rolling in. Thousands of sad autumns are often guests, and a hundred-year-old illness is alone on the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the desolation is new. Dirty wine glass. If you bully me twice, I will beat you until you are sad, sad, and sickly. Otherwise, how can I be happy."
As soon as the words fell, he had already smashed Guo Baokun's face hard through the sack with his fist. He didn't know how he could hit Guo Baokun's nose so hard through the sack in the middle of the night. Guo Baokun felt a burst of pain, numbness and itchiness rushing straight to his brain, blood was flowing, and finally he couldn't help crying and howling, begging for mercy.
Fan Xian looked at the sack that was writhing constantly on the ground, only then did he realize that his cruel side seemed to be slowly breaking free from the cover-ups he had made all these years, he still kicked a few times on the sack in perplexity, and then waved his hand, Leading the three thugs behind him to retreat and escape into the night, it can be said that they come and go in a hurry, Mr. Guo can't wait to see each other again.
Half a day later, Guo Baokun got out of the sack, his body was bruised and purple, and seeing the guard bearers lying on the ground around him, he couldn't help scolding countless words, and kicked these people up with his feet. His subordinates had been poisoned by some kind of drug, but that nasty Fan Xian actually put the antidote in the sack, and beat him so badly that he couldn't die.
The guards held their drowsy heads and saw that their young master had been beaten into a pig's head. They were frightened to death, and hurried forward to support him. They didn't even sit in the sedan chair, and directly carried them back to the Guo Mansion.
That night, the Guo Mansion fell into a turmoil, and sent people to the Kyoto Mansion early in the morning the next day, and handed the pleadings directly to Yin Mei Zhili, the servant of the Ministry of Officials and the Kyoto Mansion, complaining bitterly about the tragedy last night, and vowed to kill those Fans. The government bastard is punished for a felony, let alone the illegitimate son of the Fan family who is so bold and dares to commit murder in the streets of Kyoto. If even he can't be cured, where will this dignified minister's face be put