Lying on the fragrant bed, his fingers subconsciously caressing the smooth silk surface, Fan Xian was still digesting what his father had said before. Although he knew that he would encounter some troublesome things when he came to Kyoto, he really didn't expect things to be so troublesome.

Before he left just now, he was going to ask his father about the Liu clan sending people to poison him four years ago, but after thinking about it, there may be a lot of dirty things in the Gaomen clan hidden under that kind of fat powder, and if he wants to forcibly tear it open, it is useless. After all, in the previous conversation, he could feel that the father, who he met for the first time, still had some genuine feelings for him.

It seems that he was sent to Shanzhou because the enemy who killed his mother was still in Kyoto.

Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips - he really wanted to marry that seriously ill woman? At this time, it seemed that he was using tricks on the little girl surnamed Lin.

She seems to be a very poor little girl.

He decided to find a chance to see the young lady of the Lin family, and made this decision, his eyes fell on the narrow box that rested on the corner of the wall at random, and he was a little curious, where the key would be.

The true qi flowed slowly, and the cultivation that had been stopped for dozens of days because of the journey began quietly again. At the moment before entering the meditation, Fan Xian thought of his father when he first met, and countless questions surged in his heart.

When Fan Xian tossed and turned in the Fan Mansion in Kyoto for the first time, Sinan Bo Fan Jian was also in a daze in the study. This was the first time in sixteen years that he saw Fan Xian, and when he saw that clean and beautiful face, Fan Jian fell into some kind of memory, couldn't extricate himself for a long time, and muttered in his mouth: "Xiao Yezi, your child has grown up, and it is really the same as you were back then, he is young, but he seems to know everything...... Chen Pingping still opposed him coming to Kyoto, so I took advantage of his vacation to call Xian'er back to Kyoto, and someone promised that the Ye family's property would definitely be returned to his hands......"

The light shone on the middle-aged man's solemn face, and he said softly: "Don't worry, no one in Qingguo has dared to hurt him yet." ”

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The sky shines through the shadows of the clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the old trees on both sides of the road pull out new branches and gently shake in the wind. It was already the twilight season, and the little lotus in the lake at the foot of the mountain was showing its face, and it was very tender.

Fan's carriage moved slowly along the road, following the guards back and forth, looking quite imposing.

The carriage was very quiet, Fan Xian half-closed his eyes, Ruoruo was carefully peeling off the thin skin of the loquat, and then sent the slightly sweet and sour flesh to his brother's lips.

Fan Xian opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, and he hurriedly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with sourness.

Fan Sizhen looked at this scene with an incredulous and horrified face - his fifteen-year-old sister, who was all in chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, was famous in the upper class of Kyoto society, and had always been above the top, like an iceberg, which made countless talented people sigh - unexpectedly...... would be so careless to serve that guy named Fan Xian, and would actually peel loquat for him to eat!

Fan Ruoruo didn't know that he was looking at his brother's face full of worship, and he had already fallen into his brother's eyes without leaking. She just subconsciously wanted to make her brother more comfortable, because she thought that her brother had suffered a lot in the border areas of Lanzhou for more than ten years, and this time he finally entered Beijing, but he was about to marry the Miss Lin family - in the eyes of the little girl, there is no woman in this world who can really be worthy of her brother, not to mention that Miss Lin's body is like that now.

Although now in Kyoto, the reputation of the eldest lady of the Fan family has long been spread far and wide, but in her own heart, she is still the little girl who listens to ghost stories in Beppu, Shanzhou. She is the only one who knows that her brother has 10,000 poems and books in his chest and abdomen, as for Cao Gong and Su Weng in the letter...... Fan Ruoruo thought of this, smiled slightly, looked at the brother in front of him, and thought to himself, why didn't you let yourself sue others?

Fan Xian also enjoyed the warmth of his brother and sister, his eyes were half closed, and he also knew that his sister had already guessed that articles such as Stone Records were "written" by herself, but she was just thinking about some other issues.

The situation in Kyoto's Fan Mansion was different from what he had expected before he entered Kyoto, and at least the Liu clan seemed to have learned some kind of lesson from the incident four years ago, so he was now at peace. And the rumored unusually arrogant younger brother seems to be very obedient to discipline, and there is nothing that makes him particularly unbearable.

The family is still quite happy.

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Fan Sizhen looked at Fan Xian's face curiously at this time, he admitted that this half-brother was much better looking than himself, but he still strongly believed in his heart that the Fan family, only he was the real young master, and the one in front of him was just an outsider.

But thinking of his sister, the sister who has always been as light as a chrysanthemum, and the sister who he has always admired so much, actually admired Fan Xian so much, Fan Sizhen was a little puzzled, and thought, could it be that this person named Fan Xian really has something very remarkable?

"No one on this street has dared to mess with me yet. The proud Fan Sizhen looked at the guy in front of him who was four years older than himself, and said arrogantly: "You just came to Beijing, and I will take you to play for two days." ”

Fan Xian lazily half leaned on the soft cushion, and burst out laughing when he heard this. He originally wanted his sister to take him to see the scenery of Kyoto, but he didn't expect that Fan Sizhe, the "younger brother", would come uninvited, and he had to rely on the carriage.

"Hey, I said, little one, why do you have to follow us. He asked Fan Sizhe.

Fan Sizhen shouted: "Don't call it a little guy, I am the real young master of the Fan family." ”

Fan Xianqi said: "Don't you think that if you shout like this, it will seem that you are very unqualified? Even if you are afraid that I will fight for your family property, you should play some yīn to ......" He touched his brother's head, smiled and continued: "It's better to learn more from your mother." ”

Fan Sizhen looked at the slight shy smile on this beautiful face, but somehow, he was scared for no reason, his body shrank back, and he hid behind Fan Ruoruo, thinking that this guy was too weird, how could he speak so unscrupulously.

While talking, the carriage came to a lively place in Kyoto, it was noon, there were many pedestrians on the street, and the restaurants on both sides of the road opened their doors to welcome customers, and the sound of cheers and the aroma of food came into the curtain, tempting Fan Siche to shout to eat.

Fuji Zijing went into the restaurant to reserve a seat, and Fan Sizhen and Fan Ruoruo, under the protection of several guards, went to the street food stall to buy noodles. Fan Xian was half-squatting, looking at the decorations on the pillars of the restaurant in amazement, these ornaments were gorgeous, gold-painted, and unusual, completely different from what he had seen in books in his previous life.

The two guards were some distance away from him, secretly looking around.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in ordinary clothes held a baby in her arms, rubbed over like a thief, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want a book?" ”

This scene made Fan Xian feel very familiar, warm, touching, and homely. He raised his head and asked with infinite tenderness, "Is it Rìben's or Xikata?"

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(Three chapters a day, hey, don't say it, it's really worthy of the word tired, don't say it on the side, write it carefully, you collect more votes.) ）

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