Fan Xian was holding the sword and smiling bitterly.

Then, when my father entered the house, I immediately put on the most sincere smile and said, "Father, you came back so early?"

Fan Jian nodded, sat down in front of the bed, and said, "The household department hasn't had much to do recently, so naturally there is no need to stay there all the time." After saying this, he handed over an oiled paper bag and said, "The buns from the Fresh Wind Pavilion...... His Royal Highness was silently writing for the past two days, and the old man thought that he had been outside for a year, and he had watched it very well, although he knew the news of your injury, but he couldn't come out for a while, but he just remembered that you love to eat buns from Xinfeng Pavilion, so he asked people to buy them and sent them to you. ”

Fan Xian took the paper bag that was still warm, took out one from it and took a careful bite, and found that the oil soup in the big bag was not very hot. Fan Jian looked at his son's appearance, and couldn't help frowning and shaking his head.

Fan Xian took a bite, then put the paper bag on the table, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the snow on the windowsill, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Don't think about going out again. Fan Jian saw what his son was thinking, and said coldly: "The day before yesterday, you let you slip out of the door and go to Chen Yuan, you can be content, but now that the snow road in Kyoto is slippery, you are injured like this, and I don't know how to settle down." ”

Fan Xian laughed at himself: "Am I really so sought-after? It's impossible for everyone to want to stab me, let alone in Kyoto, someone really dares to do it?"

Fan Jian sneered and said: "Inside and outside Kyoto City, but only a dozen miles, how much difference do you think?"

After he was silent for a moment, he said softly: "In this matter, you'd better calm down for the time being, Your Majesty will naturally seek justice for you." ”

Fan Xian responded respectfully, but what he thought in his heart was not the same thing at all, Chen Pingping and Fan Jian seemed to be looking at the emperor's attitude, and the two old men naturally made moves in private, but they all hid Fan Xian and didn't want him to participate too deeply. But Fan Xian knew that it was himself who was hurt, and he was the first to bear the brunt, and blindly forbearance was really inconsistent with his own principles of life.

As for what the emperor will do next, through the conversation with Chen Pingping, Fan Xian can vaguely guess a little, but the exchange of blood above the court does not seem to have much to do with him.

............ After his father came out of the house, Fan Xian's eyes turned twice, he stretched his waist, tried it, and found that the wound on his back was almost healed, and his medical skills and this perverted physique were really suitable for dancing on the tip of a sword.

He got out of bed, dressed and put on his shoes, and tried to be as quiet as possible, so as not to alarm the maids who served him outside. Sitting on the round stool next to the table, he frowned and thought for a while, feeling that the box should be safe like that, there are many smart people in the world, but anyone who is too smart will always never think that he will be so nonsense.

After thinking about it, he gently pushed open the innermost cotton curtain, and a hot breath came from the outer furnace, and he crushed a pill between his fingers, and the fragrance gradually diffused.

The maid with loose eyebrows and eyes was sleepy by the lavender stove, and she was shocked to see the young master come out, but when she smelled the incense, she suddenly fell asleep again. Fan Xian tilted his head slightly, looking at the maid's cute appearance, he couldn't help laughing, Siqi, this girl, it seems that she has been fascinated by herself in this life, Wan'er went to Hangzhou to think about the long way, so she didn't take this girl, but she didn't expect that she would have to send her to sleep after returning to Beijing.

Wrapped in a thick coat, Fan Xian cautiously sneaked along the porch to the back door, now in the house, the vine family is both there, and the control of the people is a little loose, in this snowy day, the master does not command, and those servants and girls like to hide in the house and be lazy, so it is a coincidence that no one found out about Fan Xianqiao's behavior along the way.

Of course, when approaching the Great Iron Gate, there are always guards there. However, Fan Xian glared, and the guards had to pretend to be dumb, the young master, the master, after all, they are all masters, and it is impossible to offend any of them.

Easily got out of the house and got into the ordinary carriage, Mu Feng'er carefully helped him into the car, and carefully sealed the cotton curtain at the window. Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I just want to see some scenery, what if you seal it all?"

Mu Feng'er smiled, didn't dare to say anything, put on a rain coat, covered the lotus clothes of the Supervision Institute inside, shook his wrist, the horsewhip turned a few corners in the air, brought down a few snowflakes, and the carriage slowly started.

The swordsmen from the six places in the shadows followed, and some agents of the Supervision Yuan disguised as passers-by also merged into the small number of passers-by in Kyoto.

............ The horse-drawn carriage traveled to a bustling spot in Kyoto, carefully avoiding pedestrians.

Fan Xian lifted the corner of the curtain and looked outside, only to see that the shops on both sides of the street were still open, and the vendors who made snacks were holding large umbrellas, using the heat in the pot to resist the harsh temperature of winter, which was not the same as what he saw a year ago.

He couldn't help but laugh. The assassination of Lord Qincha is indeed a great event for the imperial court, and for these ordinary people, it must also be the most talked about pastime in the past few days, but things don't affect too much, those who should do small business still have to do small business, and those who should have a headache with surplus food at home have a headache, and their own assassination is more to make the court restless, and there is not much change in the ordinary life of ten thousand years.

Suddenly, his heart was shocked, and he stared at a few people on the adjacent street, and did not take his eyes off for a long time. Those few people who were obviously masters were guarding a young man, who was obviously dressed up, but where could he hide Fan Xian's eyes, his heart was shocked.

"Keep up. Seeing that the pedestrian bought some things and got into his carriage, Fan Xian hurriedly commanded.

Mu Erfeng hummed, lightly lifted the reins, and followed.

The two carriages went around the bustling street one after the other, turning into a relatively quiet and luxurious neighborhood. At this time, it is still early, and the entertainment life in the winter has not yet begun, so the buildings on this street are a little quiet, only the best position in the middle of the street, the red light of the green building is already hanging high, and the cotton curtain is heavily sheltered from the wind, and the chūnsè inside attracts the male xìng creatures in the bleak wind and snow outside.

It is the most famous building in Kyoto.

Fan Xian watched the pedestrian get out of the carriage and walk into the building, frowned, and thought to himself, could it be that he was really dizzy after being injured? He was full of lawsuits, and without thinking about it, he let Mu Feng'er drive the carriage from a side road into the inner courtyard of Baoyue Tower, and stopped outside the lakeside gate behind the building.

He is the real boss of Baoyue Building, and the grandmother who was waiting at the back door was startled when she saw him get off the carriage, thinking that this master was not seriously injured? How could he still have the leisure to come to the building to inspect? But he didn't dare to say anything, on the one hand, he hurriedly sent someone to inform the second shopkeeper Shi Qing'er, and on the other hand, he carefully welcomed Fan Xian to the most beautiful courtyard by the lake.

Fan Xian shook his head, thinking in his heart about the person he had seen earlier, he walked directly through the snow on the lakeside and slowly walked towards the Baoyue Tower. went up to the third floor and came to the room of the exclusive owner, Fan Xian calmed down slightly, listened to the slight words coming from inside, couldn't help but the corners of his lips curled slightly, and laughed.

The old lady didn't dare to say anything behind him, she didn't even dare to cough, and she sent someone to inform the second shopkeeper before, but there was no way, but she was full of hope that the people in the house would be more careful what they said.

After listening quietly for a long time, Fan Xian pushed the door in.

............ "Who?"

With a hiss, the sound of the scimitar coming out of its sheath sounded, and a chilling knife intent rushed to the face. Fan Xian, who was partial, didn't dodge, didn't dodge, and walked forward with an ugly face.

The person who came out of the knife was wearing ordinary clothes, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of jǐng and calmness, and the knife had never returned, but looking at the young noble boy in front of him, he didn't avoid it, and he knew that there was something wrong, and he pulled the knife back stiffly, and he was really angry, and his face was flushed.

Mu Feng'er, who was following behind Fan Xian, also entered the door, turned around and closed the door, and then smiled gently at the swordsman, thinking that it seemed that he would be a colleague in the future.

At the same time, the group of people who entered the room first had already stood up and surrounded Fan Xian, who was the first to go.

Then there were two crisp horns, a woman and a young man fell to the ground at the same time, and the two looked at Fan Xian dumbfounded, speechless for a while.

"Put down your knives!" the young man came to his senses first, and scolded angrily at his entourage, "Looking for death?"

The entourage looked at each other, wondering who it was and why the big boss was so excited.

Fan Xian was not excited, walked up to the young man, knocked down with two fingers slightly, and with a bang, there was a red envelope on the young man's slightly chubby cheek.

"Looking for death!" Fan Xian scolded angrily: "Who asked you to come back?"

The young man pursed his mouth and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm homesick......"

............ Everyone dared to go out of the room, and Shi Qing'er, who wanted to defend the young man, was also kicked out by Fan Xian. He sat down on the chair in the middle with a big sword, looked at the respectful young man in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long silence, Fan Xian sneered and said, "The big boss is so majestic now...... The people around me are all masters of the Northern Qi Dynasty as bodyguards, and it seems that my brother doesn't have any sense of zài. ”

Of course, the young man in front of him is not a stranger, he is the one who was driven to the Northern Qi by Fan Xian more than a year ago, and now he has fully accepted the industrial route of the Cui family back then, and the business genius who took care of the smuggling affairs between the Northern Qi royal family and Fan Xian in the south of the Yangtze River, the second son of the Fan Mansion, who always had a boring little pockmarked ...... Fan Sizhe.

Fan Sizhen came to his brother's face, carefully rubbed his shoulder for him, and chuckled in a low voice: "Rich...... What kind of master can't be invited?"

Fan Xian was angry and scolded angrily: "Why did you come back so secretly? Don't you know that this sea fishing document is still hanging all over the world?"

Fan Sizhen smiled: "It's just a piece of waste paper, I took a look at it at the Cangzhou City Gate, it has long been drenched by the rain, where can I still see my appearance." ”

Fan Xian couldn't help but scold: "Don't be a hippie smile! Tell me what's going on? What are you doing when you come back secretly? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Fan Sizhen was speechless for a while, scratched his head for a long time and said: "In a few days, it will be my father's birthday......

Fan Xian was stunned, then he remembered this matter, looking at his younger brother's face that was obviously much thinner than a year ago, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he had been alone in Beiqi for more than a year, and it was pitiful to deal with so many complicated things at such a young age, his heart was soft, and he couldn't bear to scold him more, shook his head and said: "Let's go back, always say it in advance." ”

Fan Sizhen said aggrievedly: "I'm going to say it first...... You won't say yes. ”

Fan Xian suddenly thought of a question, frowned and said, "What about Lao Wang, he is watching you in Shangjing...... Why didn't he inform me when you left?"

He snorted coldly and looked at his brother without saying a word.

Fan Sizhe's eyes rolled twice, a little anxious, and after a while, he hesitated and said, "Didn't Lord Wang come back too?" I followed him all the way into the pass...... Don't blame him, brother. ”

Fan Xian slapped the table and roared angrily: "This old cheek has also arrived in advance? Why didn't you notify me? You are really against the sky! You dare to hide anything from me." ”

Fan Sizhen trembled and didn't dare to say more, but he knew that this brother was really angry and beat someone...... I'm really willing to kick with my feet!

"Since you're back, why don't you go home?" Fan Xian said with a frown.

Fan Sizhen was slightly stunned, and then a trace of cruelty appeared on his face: "Brother, I heard about that incident as soon as I entered Beijing yesterday, and I am afraid that I will cause trouble for you when I go home at this time...... In addition, hasn't the imperial court been able to find out? I just wanted to see if there was any news from Baoyuelou, so I stayed here for the first time to see if I could help you. ”

In fact, Fan Xian overheard these words outside the house, and when he heard his younger brother say it himself, he was even more moved, patted his head gently, and sighed: "What trouble are you afraid of? As for the news of Baoyue Tower, if I need it, I will naturally ask people to come and ask, you are a serious businessman, don't get involved in these things. ”

He couldn't help but glare at his brother again and said, "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your head as a winter melon...... I'm afraid that I'm going to train you when I go home directly, so I want to do something to make me happy, don't play this game with me, use this mind on my parents, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and I don't want to think about how hard Aunt Liu thinks you think, but you can still bear to stay outside, if you talk about it, see how your mother cleans you up, I won't plead. ”

Fan Sizhen nodded aggrievedly, thinking that it was not for you to accumulate power, and he was cowardly and did not dare to knock on the door.

"I've grown taller. Fan Xian looked at him with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, he hadn't seen him for a year, and he was also excited and happy, "It's also a little stronger...... It seems that life is good in Northern Qi. ”

Fan Sizhen was about to complain about some grievances and beat the future sister-in-law's little report, but he heard a knock on the door. This knock on the door was extremely gentle, extremely small, like crying and complaining, and painful like losing a father.

Fan Xian sneered: "Get in, you are a joker, don't pretend to be complaining here." ”