The sky in the city of Lanzhou suddenly became overcast, and the dark clouds overhead were heavy, like dirty cotton that had been wet, or marshmallows that had been heated, hanging above people's heads.

But the people who live by the sea have long been accustomed to this kind of weather, and know that there is still a long time before the rain and wind come, so they don't panic much, unlike in the past years, the beautiful illegitimate son of the Beppu family of Count Sinan always likes to run to the roof of the Beppu courtyard before the typhoon arrives in the summer, and shout to the people in the city: "It's going to rain, everyone quickly collect your clothes." ”

"Young Master Fan, why don't you call everyone to collect clothes recently?" The only main street in Lanzhou Port was littered with food and gadgets, and the vendors looked at the beautiful boy who walked through the crowd and quipped.

Fan Xian smiled shyly, did not speak, and walked to Beppu with the hand of the big girl ring beside him, holding a piece of tofu in the other hand.

Everyone knows that this illegitimate son of Earl Beppu is different from ordinary noble young masters, and he likes to help his subordinates do things the most, especially to help the maids, and he has long been used to it, so he is not surprised.

At this time, it has been nearly six years since Fei Jie left Lanzhou, and Fan Xian has grown into a beautiful young man with a calm energy.

Back in the house, first let the subordinates bring the tofu to the kitchen, and then asked the old lady who was a little unsafe, and took a piece of paper next to the old lady into his arms, and Fan Xian returned to the study. He took out the letter from the sister in Kyoto in his arms, placed it next to the paper, and the expression on his face suddenly became wonderful.

This year, His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo suddenly surprised everyone, changed the Yuan Qingli calendar, the year name is the same as the name of the country, it always feels a little strange, although those civil officials and nobles in Kyoto do not dare to have any opinions on the surface, but they will always mumble a few words in the corner where no one is. Especially those sour and rotten literati, whether they are the modern literary school or the ancient literary school, whether they are old masters in the National Education Institute or novelists who drink porridge, they have all begun to put forward their opinions in the articles submitted to the Eighth Division of the Supervision Yuan for review.

The follow-up of the reform of the yuan is to implement the new policy, but the new policy seems to have no new ideas, just to rectify the rule of officials, the only thing that makes the subjects of the world feel very new is that in the first year of Qingli, a decree suddenly came out of the palace, and the inner court began to run a newspaper.

No one understood what it was, and it wasn't until the Cabinet actually printed the first newspaper that everyone sighed in unison, and no one took it seriously.

Because the newspaper was the product of the exclusive control of the Imperial Palace, and the daily sample publication had to be approved by His Majesty the Emperor himself, it was impossible to publish any articles that would cause problems for the Empire's rule.

And after several consecutive issues of the newspaper worth one silver coin were bought by people in Kyoto, some powerful people always felt that they had fallen for His Majesty the Emperor, and that the palace was preparing to build some new garden recently.

On that thin piece of paper, there was nothing valuable, just the scenery and scenic spots in various places, biographies of people from previous dynasties, and the largest side of the page, along the surrounding side, printed some lace like flowing clouds, recorded the private lives of many officials in Kyoto, such as the head of the military academy who was beaten by his wife, why the commander of the Kyoto garrison division was missing a front tooth, and so on.

There are also some lace news involving the neighboring Northern Qi and Dongyi City, but the officials of Qingguo only pay attention to these things of their own, and they can laugh and laugh at first, and then it is their turn to know the taste of shame, and they want to find trouble with the newspaper, but they have no choice but to be the emperor in the background, so they have to give up.

The newspaper was printed in very small numbers, and there were only two copies in the entire port of Shanzhou, one of which was dedicated to Earl Beppu.

When Fan Xian stole the newspaper from his grandmother's room, and hurriedly swept it away, he really couldn't control his facial expressions, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to stuff his fist into it...... What kind of era is this? There are all gossip newspapers...... Or supervised by order!

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Another new policy is that the royal family promulgated the "Postal Decree", and now the postal route is unblocked, so that the brother and sister can communicate quietly without fear of being known by others.

Fan Xian frowned, looking at the newspaper in front of him, during this time he had heard a lot of things about the New Deal from passers-by, in his opinion, this was purely the product of His Majesty the Emperor's nonsense, but everyone in the world knew that His Majesty the Emperor had never been a fool.

Fan Xian was in no mood to change this world, nor was he interested in changing this world, but when some aspects of this world became somewhat similar to his previous world, he naturally wanted to know what was hidden behind these things.

After this very awkward thought process, he still didn't understand it, and pushed the newspaper aside with a wry smile, thinking self-deprecatingly, could there be another person in this world who has crossed over, and it is the kind with special ambitions.

But none of this is his business, and the letter next to the newspaper has nothing to do with him.

In Fan Xian's memory, Fan Ruoruo is the one who is a little related to him, and who spent a short childhood in Shanzhou City many years ago.

I haven't seen it in years, and I don't know what that little girl looks like now, whether the few sparse yellow hairs in her hair have turned black, whether they have become beautiful. Fan Xian even forgot a little that his sister should be called Fan Ruo or Fan Ruoruo.

"I'm such an incompetent brother. He laughed at himself and thought that although he was a strange soul who had lived two lifetimes in his body, the brother who was always that girl in his blood did care less on weekdays. After Fan Ruo started school two years ago, he often sent letters from school to Shanzhou Port, and Fan Xian practiced that domineering true qi every day, receiving the hard training of the blind Wuzhu, and reviewing the book of toxicology left by Teacher Fei Jie, so he rarely replied to the letter.

Counting, Fan Ruoruo should be ten years old this year, I don't know why, maybe it's because the ghost stories of childhood are too impressive, the real lady of the Earl's Court is very dependent on her brother who is far away in the world, and often writes to greet her, and the letters in the first half of the year often express her thoughts about her grandmother and her memories of life in Shanzhou, but in the letters of this half a year, she only occasionally talks about family matters, and most of them are talking about boring days in the Kyoto mansion.

Fan Xian's fingers swiped lightly across the letterhead, and his beautiful face was slightly melancholy.

On the letter was my sister's slightly immature font, on which was written her recent life in Kyoto, and that she had entered a school that only girls from aristocratic families could enter, as if everything was the trajectory that everyone like her in this world should follow.