The sword thrower is naturally Ruxiang's number one supporter, Fan Jian, and Fan Gongzi is also.

This sword is not out of the sheath, and Fan Jian is a weak scholar does not have much strength, although the head is good, the strength is not satisfactory, even if Rong Fei is hit, for his body strengthened by spiritual power, it will not hurt much more than being bitten by a mosquito.

Therefore, Rong Fei was not angry, but looked at Fan Jian with some doubts, and said in his heart that he didn't do anything, how could he become a dog thief.

At this time, Fan Jian struggled to break free from the pull of the people around him, strode to the verandah, raised his head and pointed at Rong Fei and scolded angrily.

"With you being a rude person, how dare He De refuse Miss Rue's invitation."

Rong Fei didn't recognize Fan Jian, but it didn't prevent him from guessing that this person should be Ruxiang's admirer, and he was also the kind that had gone mad, in the words of his previous life, he was a die-hard fan.

There is no reason to talk about this kind of person, Rong Fei didn't want to waste time with him, arched his hand towards Fan Jian, and planned to leave.

"Stop! If you are allowed to leave like this, there will be no face for Miss Rue."

Fan Jian roared unrelentingly.

Rong Fei was amused, stopped and asked with a smile.

"What do you want, this son?"

"Apologize! You must solemnly apologize to Miss Rue and admit that you are only a shallow learner and ashamed of yourself, so you dare not meet Miss Rue in person."

"Hehehe, ***!"

Rong Fei smiled, scolded casually and prepared to leave, no longer wasting time entanglement with him.

Fan Jian had never heard the word ***, but after all, he was full of poetry and books, and he knew that it was not a good word just from the literal meaning, so he was immediately furious, and he was about to rush upstairs to fight with Rong Fei desperately.

Fortunately, Ren Jinhan and several other friends rushed over to persuade him to stop him.

However, the words of dissuasion are all "Don't have the same knowledge as him" and "You should give Miss Rue Xiang a face" Yunyun, no one dares to detain his father Fan Li some time in advance.

Fan Jian has a talent to learn, and he has never done evil things such as bullying men and women, and his reputation is not bad in the circle, but he is a little tendoned. Z.br>

On that day, Fan Li went back to the house directly after coming out of the Immortal Division, and he didn't have the face to see anyone.

After Fan Jian heard about it, he summoned the Fuzhong family Ding Nursing Home, shouting that his father had insulted his son to death, and he was going to rush to the Immortal Division to find a place for his father. In the end, he was reprimanded by Fan Li, so he gave up.

At this time, Fan Jian's mind was full of grievances for Rue Xiang, but he forgot that his father had been humiliated at the hands of Rong Fei, where did Ren Jinhan and others dare to mention this stubble.

Otherwise, new and old grudges will come to my heart together, and with Fan Jian's donkey temper, I will have to kill people tonight.

Of course, most of the trouble was Fan Jian's life.

Rong Fei was about to leave, but Ruxiang's personal maid stopped him and whispered.

"Can you listen to your servant before deciding whether to leave?"

"Girl, please."

was stopped in front of a little girl, Rong Fei always didn't want to push people away, so he had to agree with a smile.

"My girl said that the adult's wisdom is like a torch to wash away the grievances of Sister Chunxiang, and I am deeply honored to be a fellow villager in Danzhou, so I specially prepare a glass of thin wine, please be sure to appreciate it."

"Please lead the way, girl."

Rong Fei changed his mind without hesitation after hearing about it.

It doesn't matter what kind of oiran or what kind of thin wine, but the identity of a fellow villager in Danzhou is too attractive to Rong Fei.

Rong Fei left with the maid, but he stunned Fan Jian and the others downstairs.

"Hey, the one surnamed Rong, where are you going?"

Fan Jian shouted.

"I think you're right, how can you refuse an invitation from a beauty. So I changed my mind and decided to be invited to meet Miss Rue."

Rong Fei's footsteps didn't stop, and he arched his hand towards Fan Jian as he walked, and smoked Fan Jian's seven orifices.

"Why are you so fickle, you just didn't see you, why are you seeing you again now. True... True... Villain, too!"

No matter how Fan Jian thundered, Rong Fei didn't pay attention to him anymore, and walked upstairs with the maid.

Fan Jian picked up a stool and was about to chase after him, but was finally stopped by Ren Jianhan and other friends.

"Don't be impulsive, the surname Rong is a monk, and he has the identity of the Immortal Division, you will only suffer a loss if you do something with him."

"So what, even if I am beaten to death, I will spit out a mouthful of phlegm on his face and disgust him to death."

Fan Jian shouted as he struggled to break free.

"A gentleman should act according to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and it is not wise to use force with a rude person like him."

"What does Brother Ren mean?"

"Hehe, and listen to my arrangement, tonight I will ensure that the gray face and face of the surname Rong will be gone, so that the evil breath in your heart, brother."

Ji Rou'er, who was watching from the crowd, heard Rong Fei simply refuse Ruxiang's invitation, so she laughed happily and said to Murong Qiushui and Rong Lan.

"I have known Rong Fei since childhood, and I can't understand his character anymore. He is not a lustful person, and most of the time he came here tonight to investigate the case. The kindness of the two sisters is highly grateful."

"Hehe, if Sister Rou'er is so relieved of Rong Fei, why would she chase her here in disguise. Isn't it the idea of catching a girl in bed?"

Rong Lan grinned and teased.

"Little sister is really not here for this. And I thought that Sister Lan'er hadn't proposed to repair Rong Fei and be angry for Sister Murong before, and the little sister came here tonight for this."

Ji Rouer explained in a low voice.

"Aha, this is fun, Sister Rou'er, you almost forgot about it if you don't say it. Although Rong Fei is very powerful, he will not be the opponent of the three of us sisters, so he took advantage of the rare opportunity tonight to repair him fiercely."

Rong Lan cheered.

"This..."

Murong Qiushui was a little hesitant when he heard this, just because he heard Rong Fei say before, "There is no distinction between men and women, only to see whether the guilty is not guilty, whether it should be beaten."

After thinking about it, although he was deceived by Shushan's disciples that day, it was indeed his fault that he smashed the signboard of the Immortal Division first, and also injured one of the Immortal Division's catchers.

Thinking about it this way, Rong Fei's actions are reasonable.

And after all, the relationship between Rong Fei and Ji Rouer is there, although Ji Rouer took the initiative to help herself out this time, but it is not very good.

Just as he was hesitating, Rong Fei's words suddenly changed and he agreed to Ruxiang's invitation.

Sure enough, men are all the same***!

The previous rejection was just a pretense, and in the end he was still confused by beauty and vanity.

"Okay, let's punish that tonight."

Murong Qiushui said angrily.

At the same time, although Ji Rouer believed that Rong Fei would not be fascinated by beauty, she had just said the words of trust in Rong Fei, but she was slapped in the face the next moment, and she was also angry in her heart, and immediately expressed her approval.

Holding a bouquet of yellow flowers in his hand, following the pretty maid, under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Rong Fei came to the top floor of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building.

The maid pushed open the door and stood still outside the door, smiling and making a gesture of please.

If Rong Fei is not curious about this famous Oiran in Kyoto, it must be fake, thinking that he will soon be able to see Fang Rong at this time, and there is also a trace of expectation in his heart.

He straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and strode into the room.

As soon as Rong Fei entered the room, the maid standing outside closed the door tightly, isolating the hustle and bustle outside.

The room suddenly fell silent, and a trace of refreshing fragrance came to Rong Fei's nose.

Bypassing the screen blocking the door, Rong Fei glanced at it, only to see that there was a hole in the room, and at this time, it was almost forty or fifty square meters, but it was only a hall used to meet guests.

A woman in a pale cyan skirt stood in the center of the hall, and after seeing Rong Fei, she was a gift.

"The little woman Rue Xiang has seen an adult."

Rong Fei stood in place with his hands in his hands, looking Rue Xiang up and down.

In terms of appearance alone, it is not necessarily much stronger than Ji Rou'er, and in terms of figure, it is not as turbulent as Murong Qiushui, but it gives Rong Fei a very comfortable look.

This is one of the four great Oiran in Kyoto, and there is nothing special about it.

Rong Fei said secretly in his heart.

At this time, Rue Xiang had finished giving the salute, and straightened her waist to look at Rong Fei.

Seeing that Rong Fei looked at himself with a scrutinizing gaze, Rue Xiang did not show shyness, but instead spun around in place generously, allowing Rong Fei to see more comprehensively.

"The outside world's praise for Rue Xiang is a bit excessive, but it disappoints you, my lord."

Rong Fei didn't answer Ruexiang's words, but asked the question he was more concerned about.

"Miss Rue is also from Danzhou? But I don't know when he left Danzhou, and how do he know the details of Rong."

"It's not a way of hospitality to let the guests stand all the time, Rue Xiang has made a pot of Yunwu tea, which is a specialty of Danzhou, if you don't dislike it, you might as well come and sit and chat while drinking."

Rue Xiang made a gesture of please towards the desk at the east end of the hall.

Rong Fei looked at several places in the case, and sure enough, the teapot on the desk was steaming, and there were two teacups and a few pieces of paper full of handwriting next to it.

"Then I'm going to bother Miss Rue."

Ruxiang's rash invitation actually made Rong Fei a little wary in his heart. If it weren't for the four words of the townsman mentioned by the maid, Rong Fei would never have gone upstairs to meet him.

However, since entering the door, Rue Xiang's generous and unpretentious performance made Rong Fei feel very comfortable, so the vigilance in his heart was reduced a lot.

Perhaps, this is the special production of this woman.

There are not 10,000 but thousands of dust girls in Kyoto City, which is not a peerless stunner with excellent color and art, and if you want to stand out from it and become an Oiran, you need to have a unique temperament that others do not have.

The two sides sat down on both sides of the table, Rue Xiang rolled up her sleeves with one hand, lifted the teapot with the other, and poured tea soup into the two teacups.

But Rong Fei's attention was attracted by the paper on the desk.

On the top piece of paper were two lines of poetry, and the ink had not yet fully dried, apparently freshly written.

A pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, half a red lip for thousands of customers.

It was the sentence that Rong Fei casually recited on the second floor before.

Remove the top sheet of paper, revealing the handwriting on the second sheet.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and act chaotically.