Three minutes later, Fan Xian took out the hot fish plate with his hands and poured some precious soy sauce from the south, the juice was amber, very beautiful. When the steamed fish is mixed with the juice, the aroma immediately fills the kitchen. He found the leftovers of the evening, steamed fish, ginger vinegar, and ate a delicious meal.

The next morning, I went to ask nǎinǎi to ask for peace, and when I asked for peace, someone came to report that the kitchen had been visited by thieves last night. Fan Xian immediately understood what was going on, couldn't help laughing, and while rubbing the old lady's shoulder, he said to the housekeeper: "I went to heat up some food last night, don't be nervous." ”

The man was dumbfounded, thinking to himself that the young master was so old, why didn't he call his subordinates to do things, and he wanted to play with these things by himself, if he burned people, it wouldn't be fun.

Fan Xian knew what the other party was thinking, and said to the old lady obediently: "Grandson recently found a method of steaming fish from a book, so I want to try it myself, if the taste is okay, I am ready to honor nǎinǎi, because I want to surprise nǎinǎi, so I didn't dare to let the next person know, but I didn't expect to alarm so many people, and my grandson knew that it was wrong." ”

This statement is reasonable, and ordinary people can't find anything wrong.

The old lady didn't have any expression when she heard this, and said gently: "It's okay no matter what, but no matter what you do, you must remember to clean up." ”

The old lady of Earl Beppu has always been strict with Fan Xian, and rarely has such a gentle tone, so Fan Xian felt a little uneasy in his heart, and felt that there seemed to be a trace of pity for himself in Nǎinǎi's tone, why is this?

The old lady said softly: "I know what happened yesterday, Steward Zhou is not very useful, such a dangerous thing as you go to the kitchen at night, no one notices, it is really very unusual." I've sent him back to Kyoto, and I've left the family in tatters. ”

Fan Xian was slightly shocked, and then remembered that after he came back from killing, he actually forgot to deal with the matter of Steward Zhou, it was obvious that this assassin could infiltrate the mansion and poison him, and he couldn't get rid of this housekeeper, he was so careless, it was really bad.

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During the day, after reading the books sent from Kyoto in the study room for a while, Fan Xian went out of the house again, and when he subconsciously passed by the vegetable market, he deeply understood the sentence "No matter what you do, remember to pack up." What does that mean.

A corner of the vegetable market has been burned to ruins, but it is miraculous that it has not affected the adjacent buildings, but the single small building has been burned clean, leaving nothing behind. There were many residents talking around, Fan Xian was short, and he listened to it, knowing that two people had been burned to death in the fire, and he was unrecognizable.

The place that was burned down was the building where Fan Xian killed people yesterday.

Destroying corpses?

Fan Xian thought of the fact that nǎinǎi had just said that he had sent Steward Zhou back to Kyoto, and then contacted the miserable ashes in front of him, and suddenly felt a chill, and finally understood what was happening, he really didn't expect that nǎinǎi, who was more than strict with himself and not loving enough, would be so thoughtful and would do such a thing for the safety of his grandson.

Thinking of the appearance of Lafayette with the old lady closed her eyes and recuperating in peace, Fan Xian really couldn't connect this image with the ruins in front of him that were still smoking

Fan Xian blended in the crowd, looking at the scorched black wood in front of him, knowing that he had learned something again.

When a resident noticed him coming and was about to say something after greeting him, Fan Xian left the vegetable market and walked to the familiar grocery store unconsciously.

"The housekeeper was driven back to Kyoto. Fan Xian said.

Wuzhu stood in the store, his body facing the quiet street, there was no reaction, and the residents ran to the vegetable market to see the excitement, so the street was very empty.

"The little building we went to yesterday was burned. Fan Xian continued.

Wuzhu still didn't react.

Fan Xian grabbed the corner of his sleeve and whispered fiercely: "Do you think I forgot to deal with Steward Zhou's affairs, it's very stupid?

Wuzhu turned around and said, "Do you want me to sympathize with you? Do you think that you are young and don't know how to deal with these things, so your self-esteem is frustrated, so you seek comfort?"

There was a rare hint of curiosity in the blind man's voice, and the ruthlessness in the peaceful rì seemed much more vivid than that.

Fan Xian smiled: "I don't have those superfluous self-esteem, I just feel that it feels bad to kill people." And ......"

He didn't say anything, feeling deep down that if it weren't for Fei Jie and Wuzhu's education in this world, he wouldn't have a stronger ability than the ordinary children of the powerful, maybe ...... I'm dead a long time ago. In such a background of power entanglements and secrets, it seems that it is useless to have a little more knowledge, and everyone who stands on the top of the storm of power, who is not a sordid and complicated means.

Compared to them, I really ...... Just a naïve child.

"The feeling of killing or the feeling of being killed, which do you like?" asked Wuzhu.

Fan Xian didn't know how to answer, naturally no one wanted to be killed.

"Now that you know the answer, don't ask any more. Wuzhu handed him a sign, "In addition, I think it is necessary to sue you that the old lady drove Steward Zhou out of Lanzhou and did not kill him because she didn't want to make too much trouble in the old mansion in Kyoto because of this matter." ”

Fan Xian looked at the familiar sign and knew that it was the token of the deacon in the Earl's Mansion, and this sign was Steward Zhou's. He raised his head and looked at Wuzhu suspiciously: "You killed him?"

Wuzhu nodded.

Fan Xian suddenly thought of the identity of the assassin, scratched his head and asked, "Why is the assassin's use of poison and subsequent methods so similar to the methods of the Supervision Yuan?"

"Ask Fei Jie. ”

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During the Qingli period, an old man with a thin face and no beard next to his mouth was sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a silky wool blanket on his legs, in a square building in the west of Kyoto, with a layer of gray and black sè painted on the exterior wall and looking terrifying.

The glass windows of the chamber were covered with black cloth, and no sunlight was leaking in, and the old man had suffered a serious illness in the north many years ago, and since then, he has been somewhat afraid of light.

"Fei Lao, how is the investigation of that matter in Lanzhou?" The old man looked at the gray-haired, strange-looking peer in front of him, looked at his brown pupils, and asked with a smile.

Fei Jie sat on the chair and drank tea, looking at the strange smile on the lips of the dean, and wondered who was the real old pervert between himself and him?

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