Fuji Zijing caught up from downstairs, saw this scene, frowned slightly, and leaned into Fan Xian's ear to say something. Only then did Fan Xian know that the other party was the only son of Guo Youzhi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and now compiled in the palace, Guo Baokun, who is famous and famous.

After the gloomy young man saw Fan Ruoruo, his eyes showed a look of disgust that made Fan Xian very disgusted, and said: "My Dao is the son of whose family is so domineering, but it turns out that he is the child of Si Nanbo's family. ”

Sinan Bofan Jianxiang received the holy favor, but after all, the official position is only a squire title, and it is just a fourth grade. Moreover, the children of ordinary officials and eunuchs don't know the strength of the Fan family in the secret place at all.

Fan Xian didn't want to make a big deal out of it, after all, it was Fan Sizhen who made the first move, and anyway, the one who spoke first seemed to be a "fan" of the Red Mansion - but he couldn't help frowning when he heard this kind of flirtatious words.

This Guo Baokun's father has a very high official position, and he is a compiler in the palace, and he is good friends with the prince, so he has developed an arrogant and unpopular temperament, and when he saw the rumored Fan Ruoruo, who was as cold as frost, he was a little evil, and sneered: "It's really ridiculous, just a person in the Fan Mansion dares to oppress people with power, it's really insulting." ”

He called himself to the literati, and opened the folding fan in his hand with a brush, which was a bit chic and neat.

The scribes next to them were feeling sorry for themselves, thinking of offending Si Nanbo, and they didn't know how to deal with it, but when they heard Guo Baokun say this, they quickly echoed it, and preemptively buckled the other party with a bullying hat, completely unaware that there was something wrong with them.

Only He Zongwei, who caused the incident, became silent.

"Sven?" Seeing that the other party was actually persecutive, and there was no sign of calming people, Fan Xian heard these two words, and finally couldn't help but have a hint of mockery in his reply. "Scholars are not able to learn and are not able to learn, and they are not ambitious to learn, look at you so-called talents, you don't study in the academy in the daytime, but you come to this stone residence to drink and have fun, where is your ambition?

Except for Guo Baokun, the rest of the people at this table were all talented scholars, and their faces changed color when they heard this.

A scholar scolded: "Don't want to rely on the power of your Fan family, so you are so presumptuous!"

Fan Xian frowned slightly, originally felt that he was not very reasonable, but when he saw the faces of these scholars, he couldn't help but feel disgusted, and said: "You say that the Fan family uses power to bully people, and you don't dare to defend yourself. However, you sit at this table and drink with the son of the scholar, but you are really not afraid of power, and you are self-conscious, and you really admire and admire. ”

The meaning of these gentle words couldn't be clearer, everyone in the building was quiet for a while, and the few people sitting at the same table with Guo Baokun were furious, and they were about to argue one or two, Guo Baokun shook the fan twice, ready to open his mouth to teach this young man a lesson.

But Fan Xian's temperament is actually a little weird, he is gentle on the surface, but once he is unhappy, he also likes to make others unhappy, and he doesn't like to give the other party room to fight back or talk back, so as to hit it with one hit.

So he didn't wait for the son of Shangshu to speak, so he pointed to the fan in Guo Baokun's hand and said with a smile: "When I first came to Kyoto, I saw all the sages playing all day long, thin into skin and bones, and fanning the wind with a fan. ”

Guo Baokun went in and out of the imperial city, intersected with the prince, where did he suffer such idleness, he was extremely angry, took back the fan in his hand, and slammed it on the table, trembling with anger, unable to speak.

After the martial rule of the Qingguo Dynasty, the literary style was particularly important, and the young scholars were all over Kyoto, and there were seventy or eighty percent of the scholars in this stone restaurant, and there were seventy or eighty percent of the scholars, who were ...... Which one doesn't have a "bad fetish" with a fan?

At this time, listening to what Fan Xian said about Feng Gu with a gun and a stick, not only the people at He Zongwei's table were furious, but even the rest of the people on the third floor also stood up.

Fan Xian has actually always been very uninterested in the so-called talents, and occasionally feels something, plus he is a human being, and he acts naturally free and unrestrained, so he blurted out. But at this time, seeing the abnormal atmosphere in the restaurant, he realized that he seemed to be angry, but he had nothing to be afraid of, smiled slightly, and hugged his fists everywhere.

For some reason, seeing this young man's bright and sunny smile on his face, the scholars who were originally a little angry felt that most of their anger had disappeared.

But Guo Baokun's anger did not subside, and he gritted his teeth and threw the fan on the table, sending a signal to move.

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The literati were only paying lip service, but the two sides of the confrontation were precisely the children of high-ranking officials and families, so some dangerous atmosphere began to float in the air.

Fuji Zijing stared coldly at the Guo family's guard master, ready to protect the master at any time.

There were two snapping sounds, and the two figures overlapped in one place! The fist wind was everywhere, causing the helpless soldiers in the building to exclaim.

The battle between the nobles in Kyoto has always been the subordinate to protect the death, and the master watches the lively and boring games on the sidelines, and very few people will burn the fire on themselves.

But Fan Xian was very different from those powerful children, when Fuji Zijing and the Guo family's master guards fought together, he quietly escaped forward, and found a fleeting blank space in the rain-like moves, and stretched out his fist straight over.

After a crisp sound, the tragic battle that everyone expected came to an abrupt end.

Fan Xian withdrew his right hand and stood where he was with a smile, as if he hadn't moved.

The master of the Guo family had already squatted on the ground, the bridge of his nose had been broken by that punch, blood flowed out, and tears flowed out!

Fan Xian was very satisfied with the effect of this fist, Teacher Fei taught right, interrupting that place, this kind of pain was unbearable even for a ninth-level master.

Guo Baokun was shocked when he saw that his most powerful master guard was beaten into a puppy and squatted on the ground with a fist, and pointed at Fan Xian and said in a trembling voice: "You guys...... Bullying the widow with the crowd!"

Fan Xian glanced at him, shook his head, and felt a little inexplicable, thinking that this kind of thing like a fight is of course to be done together, and he is not a boring knight in the rivers and lakes. As soon as he took Ruoruo's hand behind him, he walked downstairs with confidence, but he didn't think about his previous actions at all, which were completely out of line with some conventions in this world.

(Seeing classmate Zhou, according to the practice of roast chicken, pinching and pinching, hanging the city gate for two days for viewing.) ）