Fan Xiwen changed his clothes again, but it seems that Fan Xiwen is well-behaved, this time in a black suit. If you put a mask on you, others will think that someone is making trouble or something.

When Fan Xiwen walked downstairs, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Hey, look at it, I don't have any flowers on my face. What's there to see? As soon as he sat down on the table, Fan Xiwen's feeling became even more obvious, because Wang Fan and the others were staring at Fan Xiwen desperately, so Fan Xiwen said exaggeratedly.

"Hehe, there must not be flowers, otherwise you would be more than so famous." It was Wang Fan who spoke, and this was Wang Fan, with a gloating look written on his face.

"What's going on?" Fan Xiwen asked very depressedly, looking at all the guards present, there was only one emotion written on their faces, gloating.

"Young master, you really have the ability, you went to Qunfang Pavilion first in the afternoon, and then went to Baihualou." Huzi is worthy of being very honest, and said when everyone wanted to continue to let Fan Xiwen be in the clouds.

These words are like Fan Xiwen's savior, which makes Fan Xiwen both happy and depressed. I'm glad I finally know the reason, and I'm depressed how can this be?

No matter how Fan Xiwen thought about it, he would never have thought that it was another old bustard who deliberately publicized it in order to increase the fame of his shop.

"Yes, the youngest genius of the Han Dynasty, the small county commander of Le'an, came to Qunfang Pavilion and then moved to Baihualou. Young master, the whole Luoyang City knows your merry nature, and our Le'an's face has been thrown back by you. Wang Fan continued to mock.

"Smack." Fan Xiwen angrily threw a pair of chopsticks on Wang Fan's head, "Young master, am I that kind of person?" Let's go, follow the young master and I will go to Qunfang Pavilion. ”

"Ah, young master, you are still going." Now all the guards are bitter, yesterday when one person went and lost all his face, and the whole city knew it; Today, these dozens of people go together, and they don't have to think that the world knows about it.

"Damn, young master, I'm going to ask for reputation loss fees and moral compensation." Fan Xiwen coolly dropped a sentence and was ready to leave.

"But young master, even if this news is fake, we can ask them for reputation damage at most, how can this mental loss come about?" Huzi vows to carry the fool to the end, and must break the casserole to ask to the end.

"They said that about me, and my good image was ruined. In the future, when I go out, others will point fingers at me, even if there are girls who fancy us, they don't want to associate with us. Besides, if this matter reaches your sister's ears, although she won't say anything, she will definitely be sad in secret. What is this not a mental loss? Fan Xiwen turned around and gritted his teeth and said to Huzi, angrily hating Huzi's stupidity and hating Lao Bustard's shamelessness.

"Okay, let's go to Qunfang Pavilion to seek justice immediately, and the loss fee will not be less." Once the matter involves his godsister, then Huzi will never give up. Hearing Fan Xiwen's explanation, her godsister will secretly cry sadly if she goes on like this, and the anger is not ordinary.

It's just that Huzi's voice was already very loud, and because there was a little anger in it, it quickly attracted everyone's attention. Huzi hurriedly lowered his head, and Fan Xiwen even put Lian aside, before the matter was resolved, Fan Xiwen decided not to show off for the time being. Otherwise, it will definitely not be washed by jumping into the Yellow River at that time.

After Huzi's instigation, coupled with Fan Xiwen's scrutiny, all the guards stood up with righteous indignation, wanting to seek justice for Fan Xiwen.

They went there completely for Da Qiao's reasons, Da Qiao is usually very good to them, and she doesn't have the frame of being a housemother at all, so these guards respect her in their hearts. Now that I hear it, Da Qiao will be wronged, where can these individuals still sit.

"What are you going to do?" Looking at Liu Xuan, who was only one table high, Fan Xiwen couldn't cry or laugh.

"Brother, I'm going to get justice for my brother." Liu Xuan said childishly.

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"Forget it, Xuan'er has this heart, and my brother will be happy. Xuan'er still stayed in the room with peace of mind and waited for her brother to come back. Fan Xiwen waved his hand, joke, have you ever seen a fight with a child who is only seven years old?

Fan Xiwen is really popular today, so he wants to take someone to smash the field this time. The so-called demand for moral damage and reputation damage is just a small prize after a fight.

"Young master, how about we eat first? Anyway, his Qunfang Pavilion was there, and he couldn't run. If you don't eat this morning, it's easy to lose your fighting power in the morning. It was Wang Fan who spoke, and Wang Fan was also very reasonable.

"You're a foodie, why don't you eat to death." Fan Xiwen also knew that Wang Fan's words were very reasonable, and now that the group of people had not eaten, it would not be fun if they didn't do their best when they smashed the store.

So he ordered a few better dishes, which can be regarded as picking up the wind for Xiao Liu Xuan, and it can be regarded as rewarding the guards in advance. There is only one requirement, and that is to perform well in the next activities.

Gobbling up dinner, Fan Xiwen took someone out. It's just that they soon ran back helplessly, and Wang Fan and the others closed the door with their hands.

Outside the door, scholars and literati dressed in very bright clothes were frantically flocking here, shouting: "Wenxuan, Wenxuan." This situation hit the hearts of Fan Xiwen and the others like a trendy beast, and even if they hid in the inn, they felt very scared.

"That's the power of fans." Fan Xiwen was shocked, even if he saw so many enemies on the battlefield, he would not be afraid, because he still had at least one spear on the battlefield, but here Fan Xiwen didn't even have chopsticks in his hand.

If you are surrounded by so many people, it will be difficult to get out of trouble.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Wang Fan said to Fan Xiwen: "Young master, looking at the posture, we can only go out through the back door." "Such a large group of scholars, the master who can't be beaten can't be provoked.

"Okay, Wang Fan, you lead two people to block here, and the rest of the people follow the young master and me to the back door. When the time comes, Wang Fan, you will open the gate, and then come out to join us. Fan Xiwen immediately ordered, and now Zi Wang Fan had nothing to say, just depressed there alone.

After speaking, Fan Xiwen walked away, of course, he didn't care that Xiao Liu Xuan was not a participant in today's event, and directly pulled Xiao Liu Xuan's hand and ran.

A small slit was opened in the back door of the Dragon Gate Inn, revealing a pair of small eyes. The little eye looked around and saw that there was no one else, and then opened the back door and walked out. It was a child, and the child looked around the alley outside, and then whispered into the back door: "Brother, no one." ”

Then, dozens of figures flashed out of the Dragon Gate Inn, all of them bent over like thieves.

(Look at the recommended time to determine the time of the outbreak, before the recommendation, the scholar first accumulates strength and waits for the outbreak.) Or wait for the call of book lovers. Quack)