Bringing Sang Wen into the back garden, Fan Xian looked up, and saw that the warblers in the garden were harmonious everywhere, and the cool breeze was in the summer, and the eyebrows and moons hung in the sky, and there were lanterns hanging under the rockery trees everywhere. The moonlight and the light are cloudy, adding a bit of misty. In this misty light, more than a dozen girls are chattering, those girls with soft eyebrows and eyes are not wearing many clothes, or standing under the tree, or lying on the couch, postures are different, occasionally beautiful light through the veil, the faint fragrance exuded by the body, is even more straight to the nose.

Fan Xian was stunned, and couldn't help but have some kind of illusion, could it be that he had come to Pansi Cave, when did this Huayuan become Chen Yuan?

The girls chattered non-stop, but for a while they didn't notice Fan Xian standing in the backlight, and they talked about the matter of hugging the moon tower during the day, the power of the sword, and the majestic style of Lord Qincha scolding on the street.

The speaker was one of the two top girls in Baoyue Tower, but it was the little girls who had big eyes and looked curious or admiring.

Fan Xian said in a low voice: "Didn't you say that the girls in the building were sent somewhere else?"

Sang Wen covered his lips and smiled, explaining, "Isn't this the girl in the garden?"

Fan Xian came to his senses at this time, and couldn't help but subconsciously take a few more looks, sighing in his heart, saying that the eighteen changes of the female university, how can these homeless orphan girls who were picked up by Sisi on the road not be raised in Suzhou City for many days, and they are all so fancy? Although the eyebrows and eyes are still full of childishness, the greenness has not faded, how can there be a natural green chūn breath to force the face, which makes people so happy.

Especially in this back garden, irrelevant men have always been forbidden to enter, the girls are listening to Liang Diandian tell the story of the day, full of interest, so the sitting behavior is not very particular, some lie on the couch with small buttocks to pretend to be arrogant, some hold a fan to pretend to be Qingshu, straight and slender legs, through the thin cloth, showing all kinds of tight beauty.

Brother Eldest Emperor's Ernǎi Ma Suoso was sitting on a chair listening to the lecture at this time, although he had seen the situation from afar during the day, but through Liang Diandian's sandalwood mouth, it was even more thrilling, but Liang Diandian's girl's family had never seen the inside story of the building, so the description of Fan Xian, for his invincible and courageous description, it was inevitably exaggerated, and successfully created an image of a perfect young man that Qingguo should not have.

The eyes of the girls in the garden were hot, and they were ashamed, and they loved Lord Qincha, but they couldn't open their mouths and didn't dare to open them. Even Masoso tilted his head slightly to look at the pool, and his eyes showed a few strange looks.

Fan Xian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing that if he continued to look at it, he would make a lot of mistakes in life, those little girls were still developing, but the little sister-in-law and Liang Diandian were really born with charms, eyebrows like daisies, lips like zhu, and there was a god in their eyes...... He was about to cough twice to warn the crowd, but he heard a sentence from a girl in the garden who had inadvertently spoken, so he shut up and stood quietly in the backlight.

Sang Wen looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what was going on.

The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, with big eyes, and said innocently: "Sisters, why haven't you seen less nǎinǎi all this time?"

Because of the current situation, Fan Xian and his party lived in Huayuan for a few months, and did not move to Hangzhou, these rìzi, Sisi took these little girls to live in the garden, these girls, naturally, already knew the name and identity of the benefactor, and it was naturally a lucky thing for them to be able to become the maid ring of the family of Lord Qincha, but it had been so long, but they had not seen too little, which made them a little strange.

Liang nodded and listened to this, was slightly stunned, and didn't say anything, these little girls don't know, she is from Kyoto, and naturally knows about the vigorous Fan Lin marriage in the early years. Miss Lin is the illegitimate daughter of the eldest princess, and this matter has gradually changed from a secret known to the court magnates to a rumor circulating among the people, although it has not been confirmed, but not many people do not believe it. And everyone in the world knows that Lord Xiao Fan and Xinyang have long been incompatible, this matter is ...... A girl took a sip and scolded: "The affairs of the master's family, how can we be qualified to discuss, Sister Sisi listened, be careful of your mouth!"

The girl in front of her head smiled and said, "Hehe, actually...... Xi'er just wants to see what kind of immortal appearance she is born to be worthy of the young master's young master. ”

In their hearts, Fan Xian is naturally the most first-class person, and they are naturally curious about what kind of person Lin Wan'er is.

"I heard that this young nǎinǎi is also a virtuous lady. Liang nodded and suddenly rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "But I heard that the appearance is not very outstanding, but I am afraid that it is not as good as Miss Sisi." ”

"That's right, how many people can be worthy of the young master......"

"Hee-hee, I really don't know what to expect in the future...... By the way, isn't there a girl still living in our garden? It's just that I haven't seen a few times in Pingrì, it's such a big shelf. ”

Liang nodded and said with a smile: "I heard...... is also an adult's confidante, but it's not Miss Sisi but an old man, this has no name and no share. ”

"Shut up!" The girl who vaguely knew the identity of the begonia was not good to scold Liang Diandian, so she had to grab the girl and hurriedly scolded: "I really want to find death, so why do you have to put up a shelf to show you this dead thing." ”

............ Fan Xian couldn't listen anymore, coughed twice, and walked to the light.

The girls were frightened, got up one after another, calmed down, and said softly to Fan Xianqi: "I've seen the young master." ”

The name in Huayuan is still according to the rules of Kyoto houses.

Fan Xian looked at these little girls and shook his head, thinking that there was such a discussion in his yard, and he didn't know how unbearable it was outside, but he was also a person with a loose heart, and he was even more lazy to care about how others slandered, and said slowly: "It's late at night, let's go to sleep." ”

The girls stuck out their tongues, saluted again, quickly tidied up their clothes, and quietly returned to their respective rooms.

Only Liang Diandian and Ma Suoso were shouted down by Fan Xian.

Fan Xian stared at Liang Diandian's face that naturally showed flattery in its beauty, and didn't speak for a long time.

Liang Dian's dim sum was slightly happy, but his face did not show it, but he deliberately weakened, timidly half-bowed his head, showing his most beautiful side.

When Fan Lin married in Kyoto, it was rumored in the market that Fan Xian really loved the sick wife, so you can know that this little Fan is a person who is very affectionate. In the boudoir, Fan Xian is the girl's dream lover, although Liang Diandian grew up in the flower boat since childhood, it is no exception, but there are more wits and considerations that are not very comfortable.

Liang Diandian is very confident in his appearance, thinking that he is far inferior to himself, and he can be loved by Xiao Fan, but he is afraid that this man likes to pity people, so he deliberately put on this appearance, and after the opening of the Suzhou branch of Baoyue Building, Xiao Fan has not let himself pick up customers, and it is also a little interesting to himself to think about it...... Feeling Fan Xian's motionless gaze, Liang Diandian became more and more happy, lowered his head shyly, and said nothing.

Sang Wen, who was standing behind Fan Xian, looked at this scene, and a disgusted smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Fan said suddenly: "Everyone has the right to make their lives better, so I am not disgusted by your ideas."

Liang Diandian looked up in amazement and met Fan Xian's ruthless gaze, only then did he know that he would be wrong, and his heart palpitated.

Fan Xian continued to say coldly: "However, I don't like it. ”

Liang was a little ashamed, and he didn't dare to say anything at all.

"No one is born to serve people, if you don't want to do it in Baoyue Tower, let the shopkeeper Sang turn you into a Qing book, earn back the silver, and naturally let you go out of the building. Fan Xian stared at her beautiful cheeks and said, "Sang Wen, pack her luggage and live in another place." ”

Sang Wen was stunned, he didn't expect that Lord Tisi was so unsympathetic, but he didn't dare to say anything, and went into the house with tears in his eyes.

At this time, there were only two people left in the garden, Fan Xian and Ma Suosuo.

Masoso suddenly said softly, "My lord, is Suoso also going out of the house, so as not to pollute the tranquility of this garden?"

The corners of Fan Xian's lips were slightly pulled, and he smiled bitterly, looking at the blue sea-like eyes of this Hu princess, the straight bridge of her nose, and her deep and beautiful face, and said softly: "Stay, don't say much, don't ask much, I like you very much, if there is a chance in the future, I will help you." ”

Marsoso was slightly surprised, looked up at Fan Xian, as if he didn't expect the other party to see everything clearly, and even revealed that kind of meaning, and couldn't help but say gratefully: "Thank you, sir." ”

Fan Xian said calmly: "No thanks, I originally liked to stand on the ice and watch the world. ”

―――――――――――――――――――――――― back to the house, Sisi had already prepared the hot water, washed his face, and put his feet into the hot water, Fan Xian sighed with satisfaction, immediately closed his eyes, and began to repair the meridians that were injured by Ye Liuyun's sword qi today with a trickle according to the method taught by Begonia. Growing up since he was a child, his practice is different from that of the rest of the world, and the meditation process of the Eight Sutras is as simple as dozing off for him.

I don't know how long I squinted, my eyes opened slightly, and the real air turned all over my body, and I found that it was much more comfortable, and I found that the room was quiet, and I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Looking to the side, I found that Sisi had fallen asleep on the bookcase, probably because she had been worried for too long during the day, and she had waited too long at night, and the girl's family was a little sleepy.

Fan Xian smiled, didn't wake her up, pulled a towel to wipe the water off his feet, walked behind her gently, and draped his robe over her, worried that she would catch a cold.

Standing behind Sisi for a while, looking at the messy hair on the back of the girl's white neck, he couldn't help but sigh, remembering how relaxed and happy he was when he and Sisi copied books in Shanzhou, how relaxed and happy it was, there was no foreign affairs at all, only a bean lamp, an inkstone, a bald pen, a delicate servant, and the two of them sat side by side to copy the stone record.

He thought about it, gently pressed the back of Sisi's neck with his right hand, rubbed it for her, and exerted real power on several acupoints to help her breathe her body, and urged her to fall asleep, before carefully picking her up, putting her on the bed, pulling on the thin quilt and covering it, then he patted her face with confidence, and pulled her shoes out of the room.

The moment the door closed, he seemed to see a safe and comfortable smile on the sleeping Sisi's face.

............ Clothed in clothes, pulling on his shoes, and shrugging his shoulders, Fan Xian didn't care about the image of strolling around the Huayuan, as if he wanted to take advantage of the night breeze blowing away the depression in his heart. Although the Huayuan sent by salt merchant Yang Jimei is gorgeous, it is a pity that it cannot be pure.

There are too many things pressed on his heart, Uncle Wuzhu is not around, Wan'er is not around, there is really nowhere to sue, nowhere to discuss, nowhere to vent.

No one knows why he is in such a hurry to do things in Jiangnan and does not hesitate to make a big turnaround. Including his friends, his subordinates, his enemies, his loved ones...... Everyone seems to have a wrong judgment about Fan Xian.

And this kind of judgment is what Fan Xian is most angry about.

Everyone thought that Fan Xian could be ruthless in the struggle for power, so everyone intentionally or unintentionally forgot the inextricable connection between him and the eldest princess, and just waited to see how he stepped on Xinyang to the ground, but they didn't expect that Fan Xian would not only step on it, but also step on it beautifully.

Fan Xian has no affection for the eldest princess, but his love for Wan'er is deep-rooted, and Wan'er is the eldest princess's biological daughter after all.

Everybody forgot about that.

Everyone deliberately forgot about it.

Fan Xian was angry and depressed, and although he had secretly made arrangements, he was still angry.

If one day, the eldest princess really dies at her own hands, what will Wan'er do?

............ Nowhere to sue, nowhere to sue.

Fan Xian couldn't stop.

In the officialdom, in the rivers and lakes, and in the Huayuan, he strode forward, bypassing the lonely pond, walking through the deserted corridor, purely subconsciously, along the familiar stone path, to the quiet study at the end of the Huayuan.

He looked up at the door and couldn't help but laugh to himself, how did he get here again?

In the new language of the world, Wang Xian's residence in the mountain yīn, because he missed Dian'an, braved the snow and visited by boat overnight. When the morning light was faint, Wang went to the door of Dai's house, turned around and left without knocking. The servant chaired the king, and said, "I have come and gone away, so why should I see Dai?"

Fan Xian doesn't have this kind of awkward celebrity demeanor, and he doesn't like to play tacitly, and he is not ashamed of the pretentiousness of Xu Shi and the others. Since he came, he understood that he was accustomed to coming to her to consult with her when faced with a real dilemma, seeking a way, at least a way to calm his heart.

So he stepped up the stone steps and nudged the moon door.

The study room has not been latched, and in the past six months, she has been living in it, quietly, and living alone in a secluded place in Huayuan.

Begonia had already woken up when he came to the door, and had already sat up from the bed, wearing a floral cloth shirt, sitting at the head of the bed, looking at him with a smile.

There was no light in the study, only the faint moonlight outside came through, but with the realm of the two of them, they naturally saw the inside of the room and the expressions on each other's faces clearly.

The night was a little cold, Fan Xian rubbed his hands, reflexively closed the door, pulled his shoes and walked to the side of Begonia's bed, unceremoniously, lifted the corner of the brocade quilt, got in, sat on the other end of the bed, and looked across the bed from Begonia.

The quilt was very warm, there was no aroma, there was just a clean and warm feeling.

Haitang looked at this scoundrel and said helplessly: "You must know that I have thought about it, and I am still ready to marry in the future." ”

Fan Xian's feet rubbed twice on the cotton cloth on the bed, sighed comfortably, and was a little surprised and disappointed, he didn't touch Begonia's feet, it seemed that the girl opposite was sitting cross-legged.

He said, "I'm Jiānfu. Then he smiled and said, "You're a yín woman." ”

"Of course. He smiled and said, "It's from outside." ”

Begonia glared at him.

Fan Xian said: "It's just one thing, I won't be willing to die." Although I was born slightly better than others, I didn't have any personal affection to seduce you, how did I insist that you and I have selfishness? Now that I have lost my name, it's not that I regret it, anyway, if we have another reason......"

What a grudge he remarked.

Haitang only sighed: "Although this section has not been published, Sisi also showed it to me after copying it two days ago, seventy-seven times Qingwen said, why do you bother to snarl me again? I am not Bao Erye, you are not a pretty girl, Ye Liuyun has not hurt you to the point of death, pretending to be complaining here, but I don't know what is angry in my heart." ”

Fan Xian shook his head with a sneer, and did not speak for a while.

The study was converted into a bedroom, and there was silence in this way.

"I'm not a fan of playing warm. Fan Xian said softly: "You probably don't understand what I mean, it's just that I really like to stay with you and talk." ”

Begonia's bright eyes glowed in the dark night.

"But now we're really warm. Fan Xian smiled and said: "I originally wanted to spit out the bitterness in my heart, but I didn't expect that I would be moved and find another hard thing." ”

"Everybody is going to get married. ”

Fan Xian half leaned against the foot of the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and said, "But why do I feel unhappy when I think that you will marry someone else in the future?"

The smile in Haitang's eyes gradually brightened, Yingchengyue'er, Yingcheng'er in the water, Yingcheng'er in the water thread gradually leaking into the bamboo basket, gently pulling the quilt corners with both hands, covering his chest, looking at Fan Xian's face, and said slowly: "That's ...... How about marrying you?"