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He was really envious of the scene of reading at night with red sleeves and incense that he had fantasized about when he was studying in his previous life, so he pulled Sisi hard and wrote with him for a long time, smelling the incense in the room, his daughter's body was fragrant, and the tip of the pen was soft and smooth with the paper, enjoying the wonderful feeling of extraordinary tranquility.

But thinking that if the news of his book got out, he was afraid that it would bring him a lot of unnecessary trouble, so he decided to write quietly by himself in the future.

Fan Xian always felt that he had to prepare for his future life in Kyoto in advance, both materially and spiritually. And a long piece of beautiful writing like Dream of Red Mansions is categorically impossible to blurt out at a certain banquet like plagiarizing poetry, so it must be prepared in advance.

I don't know why, he always feels that his future life must be inseparable from the center of Qingguo, that distant Kyoto, maybe it is the biological father who was a high-ranking official in the imperial court, maybe it is the yellow-haired girl in the impression, maybe it is a mother who has never met once, but is always a curious mother.

He thought about it for a while, and then wrote down the unspeakable things of Li Baoyu and Qin Zhong'er this time, and after the ink dried, he put it in an envelope and prepared to send it to Fan Ruoruo, who was far away in Kyoto.

In the mansion of the port of Shanzhou, Fan Xian did not keep the manuscript, and the previous ones were all written and sent to Kyoto. Because it is really difficult for him to suppress the desire in his heart to share the beautiful experience of his past life with the people of this world, just like a person who has the most beautiful jade in the world, and no one has ever seen before, and hides it under his bed for many years, his heart will definitely itch to death, and he always wants to let the whole world - no, there should be at least one person who knows the beauty of this jade.

A collector who collects a famous painting for a lifetime without showing it to others, if not a pervert, is a thief who steals the painting.

And Fan Xian knows that he is definitely not a pervert, although he is indeed a thief, but the wonderful thing is that no one in this world knows.

So Fan Xian completely ignored Fan Ruoruo's age, and kept sending her the manuscript on a monthly basis, and then told her that this story is called Stone Record, which was written by a person named Cao Xueqin......

Although in the first fifteen chapters of Dream of Red Mansions, there are still passages such as Qin Keqing's dream of Baoyu and Baoyu's first attempt at clouds and rain, Fan Xianli is sure that the little girl should not regard these as flood beasts under the influence of her letters for so many years, nor will she see her brother as some kind of lewd person.

Sure enough, if Fan Ruoruo got Cao Gong's text, he read it ignorantly, and regarded it as a peony chewing it, but he also slowly tasted a little taste, especially after seeing Daiyu enter the house, he began to feel good, and he would write every month to urge his brother to ask for more from that Cao Gong.

When Fan Xian received the letter, he couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, thinking that this manuscript was gone, and the update naturally couldn't be too fast, and when he copied seventy or eighty chapters in the future, he would not still end up as a eunuch.

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After finishing today's copying business, Fan Xian began to read books as usual. There are many miscellaneous books in his study, all of which were sent by the Earl's Court in Kyoto, and whenever he thinks about it, his impression of the father he has never met will always change, at least the other party knows what is most important in a person's growth process.

In a country where there is no AV and no pits, the method that Fan Xian uses to dispel his boring life, in addition to playing hide and seek with the domineering true qi in his body every day, making the girls blush and be ashamed, is only to read these miscellaneous books in the study.

The contents of the books cover a wide range of topics, from farming to the laws of the Qingguo, and some of the world's scriptures are crammed like bricks into an entire bookcase.

This bookcase is made by Fan Xian according to the style he has in mind, the style is very simple, each layer is filled with rue herbs produced in Yaozhou, this grass is the best way to prevent silverfish from eating books, but few people in this world seem to know, so it is only used as a general spice in Beppu.

After reading these books, Fan Xian found a lot of shadows of what he had learned in his previous life from those scriptures, but there were some slight differences in the way he expressed them, and this understanding made him stop plagiarizing Han Feizi, Xunzi, Laozi, and grandsons, so as to become a generation of scholars.

No matter what aspect of learning, including drug recognition, cultivation, and reading, Fan Xian is very serious, and he is constantly accumulating with a calmness and hard work that is completely inconsistent with his current age. Because he understands that he is not much more than the others around him, he has not come to a perfect world with an average IQ of fifty, and the advantages he can have are only a little bit of knowledge precipitated by the earth society, and the initial moment of awakening much earlier than the enlightenment of ordinary children.

There was a soft sound in the oil lamp, and a small ball of light popped out, which suddenly became a little brighter, and Fan Xian lay down at the desk to read a book, and gradually fell asleep.

Woke up early the next morning, washed up, Fan Xian went to the old lady's bedroom to say goodbye first, and then went to the hall for breakfast. Since the assassin's incident, Fan Xian looked at his grandmother's gaze again, which was very different from before, in addition to insisting on saying goodbye in the morning and afternoon for many years, he would often chat with his kind-faced grandmother and tell a few small jokes to make the old man happy.

"I heard that one day, His Majesty the Emperor summoned the Prime Minister, the Consul Minister of the Senate Council, the President of the Supervision Yuan, the head of the eunuchs in the palace, and a group of high-ranking officials in the main hall to discuss the state of the country. As a result, a meteor fell from the sky that day, and a meteorite flew down from the sky, smashed through the roof of the temple, and smashed several ministers who were kneeling below. His Majesty hurriedly summoned the Imperial Physician to come and wait outside the ward. After a while, the Imperial Physician came out, and His Majesty was busy asking, "Imperial Physician, is the Prime Minister still saved?" The Imperial Physician shook his head very indifferently: The Prime Minister is not saved. ”

In front of the paragraph, the old lady was full of suspicion, I don't know why the child talked about the things in Kyoto, these insidious things in power, the old lady didn't know how much she had personally experienced, so she had always been cautious.

His Majesty asked again, "What about the Consular Minister?" the Imperial Doctor shook his head in frustration: Alas...... It's hopeless. His Majesty asked again: Gonggong Hong, the imperial doctor still shook his head. His Majesty was furious and shouted: "Then who can still be saved?" The imperial doctor lifted his spirits and said: "Your Majesty Hongfu, Qingguo has been saved!"

Hearing the last sentence, the old lady suddenly woke up, laughed tremblingly, almost laughed with tears, pointed at Fan Xian's innocent face and scolded with a smile: "You little devil, if you are in Kyoto, you will be arrested by the Supervision Yuan just for this joke." ”