The Fan Mansion is located in the eastern part of Kyoto, some distance from Tianhe Road, and there is no imperial palace in sight. The people living here are all dignitaries and nobles, and there is no room for ordinary people to gain a foothold, so it seems relatively quiet. On a deserted street, there is a palace gate about ten zhang away, and a pair of stone lions squatting quietly outside each house gate, dozens of stone lions are just staring boredly in front of their own doors, staring at the carriage passing by the street.

Black carriages passed slowly down the street, and there were no curious eyes on either side of the road. Walking to the side of Fan's house, the carriage turned into the side alley with some difficulty, and stopped at the corner gate under the shade of a tree.

Fan Xian lifted the curtain and helped Fuji Zijing's men get out of the car, with no expression on his face, looked at the surrounding environment, and nodded imperceptibly.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and the people inside greeted him, glancing at Fan Xian curiously, as if they didn't know how to call and salute.

Fan Xian smiled, didn't say anything, and followed Fuji Zijing towards the door. The men breathed a sigh of relief and began to carry the full luggage stuffed on the carriage.

There was a small servant waiting in the door, half-bent over, leading the two of them in. All the way in, only to see the courtyard gradually deeper, there are rockeries and flat grass, flowers and branches shallow water, the scenery is quite elegant, and along the road meet some mothers-in-law, when I see someone coming, they are all quietly guarding the roadside, not chaotic at all.

The deeper and deeper he went, he hadn't even reached the inner courtyard, and Fan Xian couldn't help but admire the grandeur of the old mansion in Kyoto, which was dozens of times larger than that of Beppu in the port of Shanzhou. To be able to have such a large mansion in Kyoto, where every inch of land is valuable, it seems that my father's power is really extraordinary.

If you are an ordinary ordinary person, at this time, when you first enter the mansion, you will always be a little flustered and restrained, even if Sister Lin first entered the Rongguo Mansion in the dream of the Red Mansion, she did not dare to say much, for fear that some mistakes would be made and lose face for herself and the house.

But Fan Xian is not an ordinary person, he is a human being in two lives, and the cycle of life and death makes him feel a little free and easy. Moreover, he has long been accustomed to the identity of an illegitimate child, and according to the mentality of his previous life, he doesn't feel any shame in this identity, but he feels that his father should be ashamed, and by extension, he won't care about the face of this Fan Mansion.

So he walked all the way, looked all the way, smiling, without a trace of restraint, although there was still a little shyness in the smile, but these shyness were just some cover colors. He looked at the scenery in the house, he was amazed, when he passed by the weeping willows, stroked it, and when he stepped on the arch bridge on the shallow lake, he looked at the golden scales in the water, which looked extremely casual.

The demeanor of his journey all fell in the eyes of the people of the Mansion, and these people couldn't help but be a little curious, this "young master" who had heard about it for more than ten years turned out to be such a person, and he couldn't say what was good or bad, but he always felt that the young man had a smell, but he didn't know how to say it in words.

Before arriving at the inner courtyard, Fuji Zijing reminded in a low voice: "Young master, I can't go in here, you can enter by yourself......" After thinking about it, he still couldn't help but remind: "Young master speaks ......" This way, Fuji Zijing faintly admired Fan Xian, who was not shocked, and thought of the secret dispute in the Fan Mansion in Beijing, and couldn't help but want to remind something, but as soon as the words came out, he found that he was a little Meng Lang, and he didn't know how to phrase it at all.

Fan Xian knew what he was thinking, he was slightly moved, and arched his hand with a smile: "Fuji Da is at ease." Then he told him to remember to pack his luggage, and that he might need to use it at night.

At a moment like today, he can still think about how the night will be, Fujiko Jing knows that the beautiful young man in front of him is far more mature than his peers, and after hearing this, he felt a little relieved, smiled, and went to the side courtyard with the little guy to rest.

The little girl who led the way was replaced by Yahuan, and she was still a very childish and beautiful girl. Fan Xian followed the little girl into the backyard.

A middle-aged woman came over with a brass basin, half-squatted and bowed, and then served him to wash his face, the temperature of the water was neither hot nor cold, just right.

Fan Xian was silent, wiped his hands, handed the towel back, and then said thank you.

When the middle-aged woman heard these two words, she was a little surprised and retreated in a little panic.

Fan Xian smiled, and then remembered that Kyoto is not Shanzhou, and his politeness to the sisters of Yahuan seems a little redundant and out of place after being placed here.

Even if he entered the inner courtyard, he was not standing in the middle hall, but was led by Yahuan to stand at the side door. The wall of the side door is painted all white, but above the doorway, there is a slight protruding black eaves.

After standing for a long time, but no one paid attention to it, I don't know if it was the old mansion that gave him the bastard son to dismount, Fan Xian's heart gradually developed a trace of dryness, and then he took a deep breath and pressed down, raised his eyes to look at the black eaves, and took a closer look, and found that this building with an ancient style was indeed elegant.

In fact, Fan Xian blamed them, those maids and wives stood aside, not deliberately snubbing him, but knowing the identity of this young man, they didn't dare to step forward for a while, first, they didn't know how to call it, after all, the other party was not from the main room of Fan's mansion; But at this time, naturally, someone had already reported the head of the family.

Fan Xian waited for a while, smiled self-deprecatingly, and beckoned the little girl who led him in.

Xiao Yahuan had a delicate face, a smooth face, and was still very young, and asked softly, "Less...... Few...... What are the commands? She originally wanted to be called the young master, but she thought of the problem, so she couldn't shout, but she swallowed the word master, and her face was flushed.

Fan Xian looked at this little girl, laughed, and said, "Bring me a chair." ”

Xiao Yahuan went as she said and moved a wooden chair from the hall, this chair was a little heavy, and she was slightly panting when she moved.

Fan Xian stepped forward, put the chair on the ground, smiled slightly, and sat down with a big sword, looking up at the rain eaves above his head, but he didn't care about the eyes around him.

The maids and daughters-in-law were surprised to see this young man sitting on a chair like this--the elders have not arrived, and the younger generations should be restrained and stand in front of the steps, how can there be such a big reason?

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There was a very small sound of footsteps in the corridor, and a faint fragrance came with the wind, which made people feel refreshed. Fan Xian looked sideways, and saw a noble lady walking over with a smile on her face, this woman had a beautiful face, her eyes were like lacquer, her skirt was slightly shaking, and the golden bell was slightly messy, but with the subtle and unrevealed nobility on the woman's body, it made people not feel how to be ostentatious, but felt that it should be so.

Fan Xian took a slight breath and stood up from his chair.

The woman's eyebrows were like Yuandai, and under a smile, the court was full of light, and she looked at Fan Xian from a distance and said, "Xian'er has worked hard all the way, and sit down." ”

Fan Xian smiled sweetly: "Hello aunt." ”