Along the way, Fan Xian arranged for Fuji Zijing to be in his carriage, so these words did not avoid him, and frowned: "It's too coincidental." I just entered Kyoto, how can I never have a conflict with people, but Si Zhe followed me all day, and then when the restaurant conflicted, King Jing happened to be in the restaurant, this coincidence is difficult to explain. ”

Fuji Zijing said with a smile: "The little young master may be arrogant, but there is really no bad water in his stomach, this kind of thing, the second wife will never dare to hand it over to him." ”

He continued: "The second wife is such a son, she can't study in a partial life, she can't learn martial arts, and she only eats and drinks and swaggers around every day, so the second wife looks down on her son. ”

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips: "It is precisely because I know that my son can't help me that the Liu family will be so vicious to me...... This damn thing, it seems to be very stubborn. Liu's ...... She wanted people from the outside world to think that the illegitimate son of the Fan family was just an incompetent child. ”

Fuji Zijing said: "Actually, you may not know that as long as the little young master goes out, he will always get something out. So the second wife asked him to follow you out, and there was no need to arrange anything at all, which would naturally put you in a dispute. ”

"You mean to say that as long as I follow him outside, I will naturally become a gentleman in the eyes of the world. ”

"Not bad. Fujikokyo smiled, "The second wife's idea is very simple, but it seems to be working very well. ”

Fan Xian laughed and said, "This Liu clan is very interesting...... actually recognized that Si Zhe was a plate of ink, and simply mixed the big guy into one black, which was interesting and interesting. ”

"It's just that I didn't expect King Jing to be in the restaurant. Fujiko Jing responded: "The young master handled it properly before, although it seems to have offended some scholars between words, but all scholars are always a little arrogant, and people in Kyoto may think that the young master is arrogant, which is much better than thinking that the young master is an incompetent person." ”

"Is it really so important to create public opinion?" Fan Xian said with a smile: "Is the Fan family really a fragrant bait? Is the Liu family really simple-minded like a simple woman?"

He looked at Fujikokyo and said, "It's all a problem, but it's not actually my problem." ”

Fuji Zijing asked curiously, "Young Master, where is your problem?"

Fan Xian sadly looked at his beautiful face: "My problem is that to this day, I don't know what my daughter-in-law who has never been through the door looks like, whether she is really sick and dying." ”

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The carriage stopped at an alley on the side of Tianhe Street, looking into the distance, the yamen of each ministry was still open for office, all kinds of buildings flew like phoenixes, pointing to the sky, and in the farthest distance, a square and featureless house, where the pestle was located, it looked very dark.

Fan Xian didn't let Fuji Zijing follow him, although it seemed that the other party had made up his mind to put his future on his young master, but Fan Xian thought that he was not Song Qili, and he didn't have the ability to subdue people's hearts, after all, he was his father's personal follower - so some things still wouldn't let him know.

In front of a stall selling sugar gourds, he confirmed the location of the Supervision Yuan, bought one, and walked over there while biting, his tooth was almost sore, and he was addicted.

Passing by a bookstore, he walked in, glanced around, and found that they were all subsets of scriptures and histories that he didn't know how many times he had read, beckoned the clerk over, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a stone record?"

A strange smile appeared on the clerk's face, and he replied in a very low voice, "The guest comes with me." ”

didn't avoid people very much, just in a small cubicle next to the main hall, the clerk took out a set of books and handed them to Fan Xian. Fan Xian took it and saw that it was exactly the same as the version he bought in the hands of the aunt earlier today, nodded with satisfaction, and handed over the silver.

"Put the book away first, and someone from the Fan Mansion will pick it up later. "The previous one has already been brought back to the house by my sister, and these books are too heavy to rest on my body, so Fan Xian is ready to stay for a while and let the people in the house pick them up.

The clerk asked, "Which Fan Mansion is it?"

"Sinanbo's Mansion. Fan Xian thought to himself, is there still a lot of Fan Mansions? He really didn't know that the Fan family was a big family in Beijing, and Si Nanbo was just a partial house, but in the past ten years, because of the old lady, it has become the most famous family in the Fan family.

The clerk respectfully responded, wrapped the schoolbook and stored it at the counter.

Fan Xian casually asked a few words about how the book was selling, and after getting the answer, the evil was born in the heart, and cursed the pirated bookseller in his belly. The clerk didn't leave immediately after seeing that the customer had bought the book, so he had to chat with the other party with a smile on his face.

In the middle of this question, the tips of Fan Xian's ears moved imperceptibly.

While smiling and talking to the clerk, he slowly transported his true qi, and his ears suddenly became more acute, and he suddenly found the voice he wanted to find from the quiet environment of the bookstore.

Two different breathing sounds from the general population.

The sound of breathing is extremely long and long, and it is obvious that he is a character with real energy. Fan Xian knew that this should be the person sent by his father to protect or monitor him, and frowned.

The clerk suddenly frowned when he saw the customer, although he thought that this beautiful young man was also very beautiful when he frowned, but he thought that he had said something wrong, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

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Coming out of the back door of the bookstore, Fan Xian confirmed that the two followers behind him should have been successfully thrown off by himself, he was a little proud, thinking that the things he learned from Fei Jie when he was young, in addition to using drugs, skills such as anti-tracking finally came in handy.

As the crowd walked on the bluestone pavement of Tianhe Street, looking at the buildings on both sides of the street, these buildings were ancient and ancient, especially before the building, there was a gentle flowing water on both sides of the road, and if you wanted to go from the road to those yamen, you also needed to step on the small wooden bridge above the flowing water.

The level of the stream is as slow as a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the small bridge and the branches of the green trees stretching out to the water on the road, which looks very quiet and beautiful, and occasionally the petals of the peach blossoms in the distance are blown off by the wind, floating on the water and walking slowly.

He walked on the side of the road, looking at the falling water under his feet, a pleasant smile on the corner of his lips, coming to Kyoto for a few days, always thinking about some complicated things, and his original intention to appreciate this life is really too far away, and his brain is also a little tired. At this time, I was cleared by Kyoto chūn Jingqingxin, and I suddenly felt that the god of jīng was much better.

When he came to the gate of the Supervision Yuan, looking at this bluelimestone building, Fan Xian frowned, feeling that this yamen was too ugly, and it was too out of tune with the surrounding buildings with ancient sè and ancient fragrance, flowing eaves and quiet walls-but when he thought of Fei Jie's really bad face, he reluctantly admitted that it was really who was worthy of what building.

Walking into the building, Fan Xian was a little strange to find that the officials and "passers-by" who passed by all looked at him, or rather, looked at him with a very wonderful eye.

He looked carefully at himself to make sure there was nothing to draw attention to, and then he looked up—but the curious gazes around him remained the same.

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