After experiencing a dark cháo surge, the port quickly returned to calm, and no one paid attention to the relationship between the burned food delivery Lao Ha and another corpse in his building. As for the cause of the fire, the government did not give any explanation, and no one among the foolish people had any interest in this cause.

The security of the port has always been very good, and under the strict control of the Si Min Bao Jia system, those criminals and adventurers who are wandering in the northern part of Qingguo have no way to obtain any benefits here. In addition, due to the shift of the center of gravity of trade to the south, the emperor exempted the seven neighboring counties from taxes in the vicinity of Shanzhou, although it could not make the people rich immediately, but at least it could ensure that the family had some surplus food, and there would be no more homeless riots caused by famine thirty years ago.

Moreover, although the city is close to the sea, it is not contaminated with too much of the sea, and the inhabitants of the city are very gentle, so when facing the most noble gate in the city, Earl Beppu, they will always show appropriate respect and caution. Even if everyone knew that Fan Xian was just an illegitimate child, it was still Young Master Fan who shouted, trying to suppress the slight disdain that might have always been in his heart.

This is where Fan Xian's pain lies.

In this life, except for a little expression of his talent as a gentleman in front of the short-lived Steward Zhou, he never had the opportunity to play this kind of role again. Walking on the streets of Lanzhou Port, some people were very kind to him, and some people respected him very much, but no one came to provoke him.

The true qi in his body slowly accumulated, refining his meridians to be extremely solid, while those true qi that had mostly been lost to the snow mountain in his back waist was quiet, and he didn't know what the use of nesting there was.

In this life, Fan Xian has always been playing a steady, knowledgeable teenager, but when such a rìzi grows up, he always feels a little panicked. And after knowing that his level could kill an assassin, he was even more looking forward to something like being a hero, fighting righteousness, and saving a beautiful woman.

But the port of Lanzhou is too peaceful, too peaceful.

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The study room is lit with calming incense, and the faint fragrance is refreshing, and it feels very comfortable. Fan Xian held a delicate brush in his hand, and wrote carefully on rice paper cut to the size of four palms. Nowadays, there are two kinds of quill and brush in the pen, and if you look at it from the point of view of convenience, it may be better to use a quill pen, so now the various yamen in Kyoto generally use this kind of school, including when Fei Jie was teaching in Shanzhou.

However, the process of sharpening the nib of the quill pen requires a real skill of a good master, and the nib is easy to deform after a long time, so it is not easy to really promote it.

Fan Xian prefers the brush, firstly, because he thinks that since the square characters are coincidentally used in this world, the words written with the brush are of course more beautiful. He decided to practice his calligraphy so as not to be too embarrassed in the future.

On the other hand, he thinks that the story he is "writing" at the moment must be copied slowly with a brush and extremely beautiful small block letters in order to show that respect.

The close-fitting girl Huan Sisi held the ink block with her slender two fingers, grinding it clockwise in the inkstone slowly and softly, and her eyes fell on the paper in front of the young master, only to see that it was written:

“...... I saw Zhizhi alone washing tea bowls in the room, and Qin Zhong ran over and hugged and kissed his mouth. Zhizhi stamped his feet anxiously and said, "What is this?" Qin Zhong begged: Good man, I am already dying, if you don't follow it today, I will die here. Zhidao: What do you want? Unless I get out of this prison and leave these people, I will not rely on you. Qin Zhongdao: It's also easy, but the distant water can't save the thirst ......"

Sisi saw the unbearable content written on it, and couldn't help but blush, and said, "Why is this intelligence so shameless?"

Fan Xian heard the resentful voice of Yahuan in his ear, raised his head curiously, and asked with a smile: "Why does my sister say that I am intelligent and shameless?" He always calls a few big Yahuan sisters in the room or in places where others have not noticed, this habit has continued since Dong'er, and the maids can't resist him, and the old lady doesn't care, so he has to let him go, and he has been used to it for a long time over the years, and he doesn't think it's different.

Sisi's face was flushed, like a cloud, very beautiful, and she explained, "That nun...... Speaking and acting is too frivolous...... It's just young master, what is a nun, and what is the place of Mantou Nunnery?"

Fan Xian smiled, thinking that if you write about Qin Zhong and Zhizhi'er's adultery, you will only think that it is the real Meng Lang. But when he heard Sisi ask what a nun was, he remembered that there was no Buddhism in this world, so naturally there would be no monks, and there would be no female monks.

He scratched his head with his empty hands, not knowing how to explain it, and after a long time, he held back a sentence: "Nuns are like ascetic monks, and Mantou Nunnery is similar to a place like a temple." ”

Sisi was startled when he heard his explanation: "Young master doesn't dare to write nonsense, the temple is in the ethereal place of the sky, he has always been merciful to the world, and he doesn't do things in the world, how can it be that kind of dirty place." ”

Fan Xian didn't explain to her, and said with a smile: "I know, I should be careful when I write." ”

After writing a few more sentences, he thought of something, so he asked Sisi to go out, lest Yahuan see the inappropriate content for children in the back and report it to the old lady. When he was a child, he often told stories to scare Dong'er, and Dong'er always thought that Mr. Xixi taught him, and later he really went to the old lady to complain, which caused Fan to be silent for several days.

Sisi carefully admonished a few words, put down the ink in his hand and pushed the door out, and the twisted demeanor before going out really made Fan Xian's heart slightly hot.

Fan Xian took the pen and pondered, thinking that this copy of the Dream of Red Mansions is really much more complicated than plagiarizing the poems of the former sages, he started writing a year ago, and now he has only written silently to fifteen times, fortunately this brain is now clear and strange, the memory of the previous life is exactly the same, but more clear, thanks to this, in order to remember Cao Xueqin's beautiful and beautiful, but difficult to remember.

It's just that the background of the characters in the book is always a little different from this world, and I don't know if I will understand it after being seen by others in the future, so some important points still need to be changed slowly. However, Fan Xian is still very confident in the Dream of Red Mansions in his writing, a cow, leading to a běijīng or a cow -- A Dream of Red Mansions?

(The cover will not be changed for the time being, and a few chapters will be used again after the passage that should be used after the rì, hehe.) ）

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