The flower boat stopped on the shore, and the prince of King Jing stood on the side, smiling at the few people who disappeared into the night, holding Yuan Meng's girl in his arms, Yuan Meng asked curiously, "What did Fan Gongzi do?"

Shizi nodded at the tip of her slightly cool nose, and scolded with a smile: "In front of me, do you still want to pretend to be simple?" Yuan Meng smiled sweetly and said: "No matter what Fan Gongzi does, he doesn't avoid you, but he is the manager of the girl, I'm afraid I don't know anything." ”

"If he doesn't avoid me, it means that he is smart. Li Hongcheng smiled and said: "I'm just a shield he pulled, but if I want to be willing, you can't hide it from me." He suddenly asked, "What do you think of Fan Xian's opinion of Miss Si Li?"

Yuan Meng seemed to be very familiar with the prince, and after thinking about it, he responded: "This Fan Gongzi seems to like Miss Lili very much, but I can't imagine that I can endure this spring Xiaoxiao, but I will do other things." The way she covered her mouth and smiled was completely different from the feeling of Qingqiren.

"Then you will have more dealings with Li Li in the future, maybe Fan Xian will often come to the Drunken Immortal Residence in the future. Li Hongcheng frowned.

"Yes. Yuan Meng agreed like a subordinate, although he was a little curious why Shizi was so interested in Fan Xian.

Li Hongcheng put his hand into the placket of her clothes, grasped the soft flesh and kneaded it, Yuan Meng screamed softly, and his body almost softened. "Do you know who Fan Xian is?"

"It's the most beloved illegitimate son of Fan Jian, the head of the household. Yuan Meng's voice replied like a kitten, but his eyes were very clear, "My subordinates understand, I want to hold Qingguo's money and food." ”

Li Hongcheng smiled and shook his head: "I don't have that ambition, I just feel that Fan Xian is a friend worth making." This is somewhat true, but there are also some things that are not explained, Li Hongcheng knows about Fan Lin's secret marriage, so he knows very well that the young man named Fan Xian may manage the huge business system behind the royal family in the future.

If the second prince wants to compete with the crown prince, then the silver money is the most important weapon among them.

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Guo Baokun fell behind in the poetry meeting today, and he was in a very bad mood, so he went to spend a lot of wine in the evening, which soothed his mood a little, and when he thought of the old-fashioned father at home, his mood became bad again, and he was planning to get something interesting for the prince to enter the palace tomorrow, but found that the sedan chair stopped.

He wasn't ready for a while, and he didn't know why, his head was a little dizzy, his forehead hit the front, and he scolded angrily: "You bastards, how do you carry the sedan chair?"

No one answered him, there was silence outside the sedan chair, Guo Baokun climbed out of the sedan chair that was about to be toppled a little embarrassed, and found that the street was quiet, which was the Niulan Street that he had to pass before returning home.

There were three masked black-clothed men surrounding the sedan chair, and the sedan chair man and the guards of the Guo Mansion had already fallen to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Guo Baokun thought that he had encountered thieves robbing along the road, and he was half frightened to death, and wondered when did the security in Kyoto become so bad?

Niulan Street has always been quiet, especially after nightfall, there are basically no pedestrians, Guo Baokun is also a little desperate, and he doesn't expect to shout loudly to call someone to save him, so his voice is very low.

A clear and soft voice replied, "I'm Fan Xian, I want to hit you." ”

Guo Baokun looked back in amazement, but found that a sack came towards him and covered him, so he didn't see Fan Xian's hateful smiling face.

There was a faint fragrance in the sack, but it made Guo Baokun's drowsy head sober up a lot, but in this way, it was even more miserable, because then there was a stormy beating, punching and kicking, which was merciless.

Fan Xian looked at Fuji Zijing and a few people, and felt slightly happy in his heart, he just wanted others to know that he didn't try to provoke himself easily, and he also had some other thoughts. Guo Baokun's dignified son of Shangshu, when did he ever suffer such humiliation and pain, but he knew that it was Fan Xian who started the fight, and the children of the powerful fought against him, and there was never the possibility of a dead hand, and he thought that he would not die, so he still let go of cruel words:

"Little bastard surnamed Fan!

When Fan Xian heard this, he became angry, waved his hand, and let Fuji Zijing, who had been hammering silently, get out of the way, walked over, squatted down, first beat him, and then whispered to the rolling sack: "Brother Guo, do you know why I wrote that poem in the afternoon?"

Fan Xian's strength was great, and Guo Baokun in the sack was already speechless in pain, whining and wailing.

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless rivers rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. If you deceive me twice, I will beat you with sorrow, sorrow, and sickness, otherwise how can I be happy. ”

As soon as the words fell, he had already smashed Guo Baokun's face door through the sack with a fist, and he didn't know how in the middle of the night, through the cloth bag, could be so accurate, and it actually hit Guo Baokun's nose hard. Guo Baokun only felt a burst of pain and numbness rushing to his brain, blood flowing, and finally couldn't help crying and howling miserably, and kept begging for mercy.

Fan Xian looked at the sack that kept writhing on the ground, and then he realized that he was ruthless, and it seemed that he was slowly about to break free from the cover of these years, and he kicked a few feet on the sack with hatred, and then waved his hand and led the three thugs behind him to withdraw, and escaped into the night.

Half a day later, Guo Baokun got out of the sack, his body was blue and purple, looking at the guards around him who were still lying on the ground, he couldn't help but curse countless words, and kicked these people with his feet.

The guards held their drowsy heads, and when they saw that their son-in-law was actually beaten into a pig's head, they were half frightened to death, so they hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and even didn't sit in the sedan chair, and carried them back to Guo's mansion directly.

That night, Guo's mansion made a fuss, and sent someone to Kyoto Mansion early the next morning, and handed the paper directly to the minister's servant and Kyoto Prefecture Yin Mei, complaining bitterly about last night's tragedy, vowing to punish those Fanfu mongrels for serious crimes, and not to let go of the bastard of the Fan family who dared to commit murder on the streets of Kyoto.

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