Yamu smiled and said, "Master never mentioned the outcome of that battle, but only told me that if I met that mysterious master covered in black cloth while traveling abroad, it was best not to provoke him. ”

Hearing Yamu's words, the old lady showed a look of regret on her face, but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

After all, according to Yamu's meaning, even his master is not Wuzhu's opponent, let alone that apprentice!

If this is the case, then Yamu's suspicion of coming from the temple will be greatly reduced, and it is more likely that the disciple of some hidden master happened to come to Danzhou on the way to travel the world......

In this way, it seems that it is not impossible to send Yamu to Kyoto.

Of course, the possibility of Yamu lying is not ruled out.

However, the old lady did not think that Yamu would lie about her master's reputation, and from the moment she walked out of the room, the old lady was keenly aware of the change in Yamu's attitude towards her.

That kind of goodwill, if there is nothing, is most likely not pretended.

Thinking of this, the old lady immediately said: "Since Mr. is so eager to see Xian'er, the old man will write a letter by hand, and complete this long-standing good story for Mr. and my grandson!" ”

"Then thank you, old lady!"

Yamu smiled and arched his hand to the old lady.

A quarter of an hour later, Yamu got the greeting post, and in the old lady and Fan's subordinates, he smiled and said goodbye.

After leaving Danzhou Port, Yamu immediately turned to the woods not far from the suburbs, shook off those eyes that were secretly observing, flew into the sky, and mysteriously disappeared into the woods.

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……

Kyoto, Sinambo Prefecture.

Fan Xian was drinking soy milk in the flower hall while looking ahead and smirking.

He admits that his luck was too good.

People who have already died, but they have come to this world to live another life.

Obviously, his mother died as soon as he was born, but he later learned that the enemies who killed his mother had been killed by his father, and as a son of man, he had nowhere to take revenge if he wanted to.

Daddy, although he had some problems, at least did not show an attitude that made him unbearable.

There is also a political marriage that inexplicably pressed on his head after coming to the capital.

Originally, he planned to discredit himself, quit this marriage, and pursue his own happiness, but he didn't expect that after a farce by mistake, he found that the fiancée he had never met was actually the chicken leg girl he had been thinking about!

Speaking of this chicken leg girl, it is necessary to mention when he first entered the capital.

At that time, the escort who picked him up and came to Beijing was suddenly dismissed by a strange coachman.

Fan Xian realized that there was something wrong with the coachman, but he did not startle the snake, but dared to let the coachman drive to the most mysterious and sacred Qingmiao in Qingguo.

At that time, there were nobles in the temple praying for blessings, and the guards were all masters who couldn't even beat him.

He slapped the master, and then the master asked him to wait outside the temple, and he retreated into the Qing temple to report to the nobles.

Eventually, the noble man was allowed to enter, but only in the side hall, not in the main hall.

That is, under the incense case in the side hall of Qingmiao, he accidentally bumped into the girl with a chicken leg in her hand.

The girl's temperament and appearance are very in line with Fan Xian's aesthetics, causing Fan Xian, a modern person who once sneered at love at first sight, to suddenly begin to yearn for love.

Although the encounter was very hasty, Fan Xian still firmly remembered this chicken leg girl.

Since then, Fan Xian has been trying to push off the marriage while looking for the chicken leg girl.

Until not long ago, he pretended to be a doctor, and under the leadership of his sister Fan Ruoruo, he came to the royal palace to meet his fiancée, who was said to be in poor health, in advance.

As a result, when he saw a doctor, he suddenly found that his fiancée, who had never met before, was actually a chicken leg girl!

Now it's okay, Fan Xian doesn't have to worry about anything, as long as he honestly accepts the arrangements of those big people on top, he can successfully marry the chicken leg girl who is happy with each other.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly became sad.

In order to withdraw from the marriage before, he deliberately did a lot of ridiculous things.

Now it seems that this is really shooting yourself in the foot.

Now he not only has to find a way to bridge the marriage that is about to be pushed away by him, but also has to find a way to save his image in the eyes of his fiancée.

"Is this the so-called wife-chasing crematorium?"

Fan Xian swallowed the fritters in his mouth and couldn't help but sigh faintly.

Fortunately, on these nights, he often entered the royal palace at night to have a tryst with his fiancée Lin Wan'er, some big misunderstandings have already been said, and the rest are innocuous little things.

For example, in the middle of the night, he put a sack and beat Guo Baokun, the son of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites......

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly stood up and patted his head.

"I almost forgot, I have to invite King Jing to have a meal today, and by the way, I will pay a loss."

When Guo Baokun was beaten that night, he chartered the entire drunken immortal residence to entertain the prince of King Jing, and killed two birds with one stone by lingering on the painting boat.

First, to make an alibi for beating others, and secondly, to have a reputation for being suave, so that he can retire from that family business.

Now, although he has gotten his wish, after all, he has also caused the prince of King Jing to come forward to commit perjury, and he still has to invite the other party to a meal and put on a sincere and apologic attitude.

Regarding this matter, King Jing has already agreed.

Today, he will come to Fan's Mansion and go to Fan Xian's atonement banquet.

Soon after, the prince of King Jing set up his car and came to Fan's mansion, and Liu Ruyu, the second aunt of Fan Xian, hurriedly came forward and respectfully welcomed Li Hongcheng, the prince of King Jing, into the flower hall for tea.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've kept His Royal Highness the Prince waiting!"

Fan Xian walked in with a smile, and as soon as he stopped, he thanked Li Hongcheng for what happened that night.

Seeing this scene, Li Hongcheng couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "I thought at the time, you and I have only known each other for a few days, why are you willing to charter the entire Drunken Immortal Residence to entertain me, it turns out that I have this in mind......"

"But it doesn't matter, then Guo Baokun has a straw bag, and he doesn't have a name among the prince's housekeepers, you can fight it, where is the need to put so much effort into it."

Fan Xian knew what the other party was talking about, and immediately laughed at himself: "Isn't this inexperienced, if I had known that it was so easy to beat people in Kyoto, I would have punched it in the palace at the beginning!" ”

Li Hongcheng was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "That's unacceptable, things are too out of line, I can't come forward to protect you." ”

Fan Xian smiled and thanked him again.

The two talked for a while, Li Hongcheng sighed slightly, and said: "I came this time, in addition to going to the banquet, there is another thing to tell you, originally this matter was to hide from you, but I think it is better to make it clear." ”

Fan Xian showed an interested look on his face: "Your Highness, please speak!" ”

Li Hongcheng pondered his words for a moment and said softly: "Here's the thing, you also know that although Your Majesty is still prosperous in the Spring and Autumn Period, the so-called things have no foresight, and there must be near-term worries, so the eyes of everyone in the court are always on those princes." ”

"The eldest prince was born with martial arts, but he led the troops outside, and he had no intention of competing for the position of the prince, the prince was born to the queen, but his conduct was not good, although I Jingwangfu was impartial, but to tell you the truth, among these princes, my friendship with the second prince was better."

"Originally, His Royal Highness the Second Prince wanted me to let you go to see each other and ask for a natural meeting, so as not to disgust you, but I think this is still a lie to you, so I made it clear that tomorrow the Second Prince will hold a banquet on the Liujing River and invite you to one, I am just to accompany you, are you going or not?"

Fan Xian was stunned by Li Hongcheng's straightforward words.

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help frowning and falling into deep thought.

At the same time, on the roof of the Fan Mansion, where the two of them could not see, a tall figure was holding his hands on his chest, standing with his arms on his feet, looking thoughtfully at the black bricks under his feet.

There is no doubt that this figure of heaven and man standing by virtue of hypocrisy is Yamu who came from Danzhou quickly!

"Fortunately, it came in time, and the plot of Bullpen Street has not happened yet."

"But...... Is this the world or the world of TV dramas? ”

Yamu showed a look of confusion on his face.

The plot of Fan Xian's meeting with King Jing Shizi was not staged in the TV series, so it should be the plot.

But when he secretly infiltrated Fan's mansion, he saw the interaction between Fan Xian and his personal guard Teng Zijing, and found that the relationship between them was more similar to the plot of the TV series version......

Now Yamu is a little confused.

After a moment's thought, he disappeared in an instant.

Soon after, King Jing walked out of the gate of Fan's mansion, got into a carriage, and left here.

Among the pedestrians talking in a low voice on the street, Yamu wore a black shirt and carried his hands behind his back, looked at the back of the departing convoy of Jingwangfu, and then walked towards Fan's mansion.

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"Fan Xian, Fan Xian!"

Liu Ruyu's voice woke Fan Xian up from his contemplation.

He raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "What's the matter, auntie, didn't I promise Li Hongcheng to go to the banquet tomorrow, could it be that he still has something for you to explain to me?" ”

"It's not!"

Liu Ruyu hurriedly handed the greeting note in his hand to Fan Xian and explained: "After His Royal Highness the Prince left, a person suddenly came from outside the mansion, saying that he wanted to see you, and the subordinate didn't intend to pay attention to him, but he took out his mother's handwritten greeting post...... That's it, take a look! ”

“…… Grandma's prayer post? ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, took the post in surprise, and opened it to look at it.

After reading it, Fan Xian couldn't help frowning tightly.

Immediately afterward, he reached out and touched the ink on the paper with his fingers, then took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and carefully poured the unknown liquid inside into the blank space.

Sure enough, the blank space revealed handwriting the size of a mosquito and a fly.

Seeing this scene, Liu Ruyu couldn't help but be surprised.

“…… What is it? ”

"This is the clear ink I left for my grandmother, which I used to write secret letters."

Fan Xian read those small words while explaining to Liu Ruyu without raising his head.

"Clear ink...... MeSign? ”

Liu Ruyu was taken aback when she heard this, and hurriedly got up and said, "I still have something to do, let's go first, you can see it yourself!" ”

Fan Xian glanced up at her and said with a smile: "Auntie, don't panic, it's not a big deal, it's okay if you know!" ”

Liu Ruyu shook her head, still insisted on her attitude, and turned around and left the flower hall.

Looking at the back of Liu Ruyu leaving, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing.

But then, the smile on his face gradually retracted, and he turned to look at the prayer post in his hand with a frown.

"The imprint is correct, the handwriting is correct, and the ink is ......"

"It seems that this prayer post is indeed written by my grandmother."

As he spoke, Fan Xian raised his hand with a frown, his index finger and middle finger twisted slightly, and he said to himself with a puzzled face: "It's just that Danzhou is far away from the capital, why is the ink on this post still not dry?" ”

Chapter 3 is updated in the evening

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