Fuji Zijing never expected that the task assigned by the earl this time would be completed so smoothly - he originally thought that since the eldest young master Fan Xian did not have the identity to get his hands on, he would definitely be very resistant to going to Kyoto to touch the second wife's bad head, and he would definitely try his best to drag it in Lanzhou - but he did not expect that the eldest young master would agree to the earl's request without even caring about it.

He knew the old lady's decision to stay in Lanzhou early in the morning, but he didn't care. As for the old lady, since she likes the seaside, she can retire here, anyway, the earl did not ask the whole of Beppu to move back to Beijing this time.

The troika of black sè is parked at the main entrance of Beppu, and the seat of the royal is a cloth cushion of blue sè, and the combination of blue and black makes it look more beautiful. The door was already surrounded by the residents of Shanzhou City, and everyone saw this kind of moving formation, so they had already surrounded it, and Sixiang inquired to know that the eldest young master of the Fan family was going back to Kyoto today.

Although the residents of Shanzhou Port have all the shortcomings that human beings should have, such as jealousy, such as the tip of their mouths, in the past ten years, they have often seen that little Master Fan, who is not like a young master, walking on the street, shouting on the roof, and always have some feelings. At this time, I heard that he was leaving, going to a prosperous place like Kyoto, and I expected that most of the time it would be a day when he never came back, so I was naturally still a little embarrassed.

A large group of people were at the gate of Earl Beppu, waiting for Fan Xian to step out of this house for the last time.

But after waiting for a long time, I still didn't see that beautiful face with a gentle smile forever.

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The backyard was busy, Fan Xian smiled and leaned on the pillar, watching a few maids busy coming and going. A girl shouted: "Toothbrush, toothbrush forgot to bring jì." This shout made the girls look for a long time.

After he came to this world, he didn't have any big inventions, but he made the toothbrush more comfortable, turned the ponytail toothbrush that people liked to use into pig hair, and at the same time softened the pillow, replaced the pillow with cotton, and made a shower head, which was hung at the back of the bedroom.

There are many, many more, but only a few of them can be brought to Kyoto.

I don't know how long it took, but after a few big bags stuffed the carriage at the back, Fan Xian finally helped the old lady, smiled with a smile on his face, and walked out of Beppu slowly.

After handing over to the surrounding villagers, Fan Xian was not surprised to see Sisi with red-eyed eyes in the crowd, thinking that he had cried last night.

Fan Xian made an exception today and wore a long shirt, lifted the placket, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to the old lady.

After standing up, he hugged the old lady in his arms in a way that was completely inconsistent with the etiquette of the world, and kissed Nǎinǎi's wrinkled forehead hard, and then said softly: "Nǎinǎi, I want to find a good mother-in-law for Sisi, at least like Dong'er." ”

The people in the whole house should not have seen the young master's nonsense.

The old lady was also shocked, and she never thought that her grandson, who had always been calm and sensible, would have such a messy side, knocked on his forehead, and scolded: "What nonsense, I will naturally deal with these things." ”

His gaze swept over these familiar faces in front of him, Fan Xian smiled slightly, and bowed everywhere: "Everyone has worked hard all these years. ”

How dare the subordinates accept the courtesy, hurry up and avoid it.

The old lady suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go, don't let your father be in a hurry in Kyoto, as for Sisi...... In the future, if you are comfortable in Beijing, I will ask her to come and follow you. ”

Fan Xian was stunned, and before he had time to say anything, he had already gotten into the car in a daze. With the rolling of the wheels, the carriage slowly marched out of the city.

The sky is bright, above the blue sky, the white clouds are like silk, and it is extraordinarily beautiful.

The carriage passed the closed grocery store, passing by the tofu stall far away, Fan Xian lifted the curtain, looked at the young woman on the tofu stall and the little girl beside her who was already able to run around, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and sat back in his seat.

Under the seat is an old black leather suitcase.

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The grocery store with the worst business in the city of Lanzhou finally closed down, and the residents of the city said a few words casually, estimating that the blind boss was afraid that he would be lonely in the future, and sympathized a few words, and began to shift the topic to Young Master Fan, who had just left this small city, and people speculated about what kind of job the Earl had let his illegitimate son enter Beijing, and was going to arrange for him.

At this time, Fan Xian was lying on the spacious carriage, which was in the middle of the line, covered with the bedding he had prepared himself, very soft, and he didn't feel too many turbulences. Naturally, he would also guess the real reason why his father let him enter Beijing, so he invited Fujiko Jing, the leader of this line of guards, to come in and talk about it.

Fujikokyo sat on the other side of the carriage with a calm face, a pair of feet didn't know where to put it, for fear of soiling the snow-white futon at his feet, and he felt really uncomfortable.

Fan Xian stretched out very comfortably, squinted his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man who was obviously strong, and asked: "Tengda, this is already far away from Shanzhou, can you tell me, what is the reason why my father let me enter Beijing this time?"

Fujikokyo was a little hesitant, and it seemed that there were some things that were difficult to say.

Fan Xian smiled, his eyes were extremely clear, looked into his eyes, and said softly: "You also know my origin, so it is inevitable that you will be a little worried." ”

Fuji Zijing squeezed out a smile and replied respectfully: "The young master thinks too much, the master takes the young master into Beijing this time, and it is natural to prepare for the young master's future." ”

Fan Xian waved his hand, shook his head and said, "There are just two of us in the car, why hide anything." He suddenly laughed: "If you don't want to say it, maybe I'll jump out of the car and run away after a while." ”

Fuji Zijing laughed: "Young Master likes to laugh. ”

Before the words were finished, Fan Xian had already said coldly: "Sometimes I don't like to tell jokes. ”

Fuji Zijing chuckled in his heart, and said in his heart, Could it be that this person is talking seriously? If you really don't want to enter Beijing, this is something that everyone can guess, then why didn't you raise an objection in front of the old lady when you were in Lanzhou City? He looked at the young man in front of him with a soft face, and felt more and more that the other party was actually not simple.

Fan Xian naturally won't really run, although he also knows that there are not many good things to do in Beijing, but the life of a rich idler in these years has long made him lose the courage to break into the rivers and lakes, and he has to live in barren mountains and broken temples to endure hardships, which is not in line with his xìng character.

He came into this world to be blessed.

And he was very willing to go to Kyoto to have a look, so when Si Nanbo sent someone to pick him up, he didn't think about objecting at all. But that doesn't mean he doesn't wonder what's behind it.

After being silent for a long time, Fujiko Jing finally couldn't stand the icy calm in the carriage and said, "Young master, the reason why I am in a hurry to take you back to Kyoto this time is that the master has prepared a family affair for you. ”

Fan Xian looked at him, and only after a long time did he speak: "Relatives?"

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