The restaurant chosen by the brothers and sisters of the Fan family is called "Yishiju", which is the number one rich place in Kyoto, so every noon, there are always some rich officials, talented and beautiful women, who come here to talk about wine, but they don't know where those talented people earn the money, and how those beautiful women are willing to show their heads - in short, the third floor is clean, if there is no corresponding identity, it is categorically impossible to come up.

It is precisely because everyone knows that on the third floor of this stone residence, the people who can sit at the table are people with status, so there are very few conflicts and contradictions, after all, Kyoto is not small, but the officialdom is hidden and intertwined, who knows who has the real relationship behind themselves?

The one who refuted the "Fan Xiandi stall publication theory" just now was an out-and-out talent, surnamed He Zongwei, who has always been extremely talented and famous, and was very appreciated by the Beijing sergeants, so he was a little arrogant in his bones. A few days ago, He Zongwei looked at the Dream of Red Mansions at a friend's place, although he was very dissatisfied with the meaning of it, and he didn't think that there was anything surprising about the poems in the book, but he still admired the author's delicate kung fu of hundreds of thousands of words.

When I came to the restaurant today, I had three glasses and two glasses of rice wine in my stomach, and when I was slightly drunk, I heard a few ignorant young people in the next room talking about the Dream of Red Mansions, and he was angry, so he drank this sentence.

At this time, the three of the Fan family had finished eating and were drinking tea and chatting. Listening to these words, Fan Sizhen couldn't help but be angry when he thought of the Haikou he had praised earlier, and when he thought that the other party accused Fan Xian, he also lost his face. He was born in the Fan family, extremely noble, and has always been rampant in the streets, where is he willing to accept the idleness of these sour and rotten talents, as soon as he lifted the curtain, he jumped into the hall on the third floor.

Fan Xian thought that it was better to keep a low profile when he first entered the capital, so he asked his sister with his eyes. Fan Ruoruo knew what he was thinking, smiled and shook his head, indicating that Fan Sizhen should not be too much.

In the past two years, Fan Sizhe has gradually grown older, and under Fan Ruoruo's ear, she has also become a little sensible, and the game of smashing and robbing on the street has basically disappeared, so she is so relieved.

Fan Sizhen rushed into the hall, picked He Zongwei out of the crowd with great accuracy, shook it three times, walked in front of the scholar, and hummed: "You said that sentence just now?"

"So what?" He Zongwei had a dark complexion, prominent facial contours, and looked a little ugly. When he saw someone rushing out of the room, he knew that he had offended someone with his words, but looking at the arrogant appearance of this powerful child, his blood rushed and he said coldly: "At a young age, I speak so uneducated, and I don't know which family taught me." ”

Although this He Caizi has traveled extensively in Beijing, he has never met Fan Sizhe, who is only twelve years old, so he is very bold.

Fan Sizhen was only about to scold twice, but when he heard the word "upbringing", he thought of his mother's scolding of him on weekdays, and shouted angrily: "You guy, who is the!"

At this time, he had long forgotten his sister's usual teachings, and jumped up and slapped the man in the face.

He Zongwei never expected that in such an elegant place as Yishiju, someone would dare to be so domineering, and he hurriedly stepped back halfway, avoiding the slap, but the green scarf on his head was torn apart, and he looked a little embarrassed.

The people at the same table with He Zongwei were all quite famous talents, and there was even a distinguished person, seeing this situation, he couldn't help but be furious and said: "In broad daylight, you dare to be so presumptuous, is there any royal law in your eyes?"

"Wang Fa?" Fan Sizhen snorted coldly: "The little master is Wang Fa." After saying this, he clenched his fists and persevered in smashing at He Zongwei's body.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed Fan Sizhen's slender wrist!

Fan Sizhen only felt that he was caught by a red-hot iron hoop between his wrists, which hurt into the bone marrow, and he couldn't help but scream and scolded: "Don't come to help?"

His guards wanted to step forward to help the fist, but unexpectedly, the figure flickered, and two palms were printed on the chest and abdomen, and he retreated miserably!

The one who twisted Fan Sizhen's wrist was the guard of the gloomy-looking person on the table, this guard had an ordinary face, but his eyes were slightly exposed, and he was obviously a master.

"Throw this kid away, don't disturb Brother Zongwei's Yaxing. The gloomy man commanded.

As soon as the master raised his arm, Fan Sizhen was thrown out like a chicken!

Fan Xian originally thought that Fan Sizhen would quarrel with people at most, but who knew that in the blink of an eye, the situation was so serious. But thinking that his younger brother is young but domineering and arrogant, although Ruo Ruo has reined in recently, he still can't get rid of the little squirting just now, so it doesn't matter if he wants to make a little snack suffer.

But he categorically didn't expect that there was a master among the other party, and this master was so ruthless, there was a hidden secret energy in this abandonment, if it was not good, it would be the end of breaking bones and vomiting blood - no matter how unbearable Fan Sizhen was, for a twelve-year-old child, it would be too much to use this method.

Somehow, Fan Xian had already come to the door, with a flick of his wrist, he was already holding Fan Sizhe's collar, and then the whole person took advantage of the situation to turn around, and twisted his right hand clockwise, letting Fan Sizhen turn in a circle under his hands.

One, two, three...... Fan Sizhen's body stopped turning, and he opened a pair of big eyes that still didn't go away, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Fan Xian let go of his hand, smiled bitterly and handed over his dizzy thoughts to Fan Ruoruo, took a step forward, looked at the introverted master, and said softly: "My brother is young and offended, but Your Excellency is too heavy-handed." ”

The few people at the same table with the talented man snorted coldly, it was not good how to speak, after all, the other party said well. Only the gloomy young man drank the wine a little self-contained, and he didn't look at Fan for a moment.

After He Zongwei straightened his headscarf, he felt embarrassed, and then looked at the beautiful face of the young man in front of him, but he was angry for no reason, as if he felt that the other party's smile was very hateful, and said hatefully: "Such a stubborn child, why not punish him a little?"

Fan Xian ignored him, just looked at the master with a gentle smile, and then took two steps forward - the master who was shrouded and restrained saw that the young man had twisted his wrist with one hand to draw a circle, and couldn't help but feel that the other party was a little unfathomable, and frowned slightly, and actually followed Fan Xian's forward steps as if showing weakness, and took two steps back.

The two of them moved in two steps, and let out Fan Ruoruo, who was wearing a full veil behind them.

Fan Ruoruo is quite famous in Beijing, these people in the building have long heard of the big name, and a few of them have seen it from afar at the poetry meeting of the county king's mansion, and some of them know the children of high-ranking officials, and everyone was shocked, and saluted her from a distance.

The person at the table who confronted Fan Xian only learned the identity of the troublesome child before at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried, but after He Zongwei saw Fan Ruoruo, his expression changed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.