If an average adult were to chat with an idiot who only had a few years of intelligence, it would be easy to get annoyed. But Fan Xian was different. In the last years of Fan Xian's previous life, he had been bedridden and unable to move. In this life, when he practiced that strange Tyrannical martial method, he often fell into a semi-vegetative state. Thus, his patience was excellent. In addition, he felt pity for this retarded brother-in-law in front of him called Da Bao, so he was able to control his temper and smile as he chatted with Da Bao.
In Fan Xian's mind, this slow-moving, fat man next to him was much more adorable and trustworthy than anyone else in the capital.
"I say, big brother, why is Dabao so fat, and you so thin?" Dabao frowned, as if troubled by this question.
Fan Xian laughed bitterly. "First of all, you are my big brother, and I will be your brother-in-law. Second, I'm not thin, it's just that Dabao is a bit fat. "
Dabao shook his head and yawned. He picked up a piece of Jiangnan cake from the table next to him and put it in his mouth. He chewed vigorously and spoke with a lisp. "Dabao is not fat, I just like to eat."
Seeing that the Prime Minister had no intention of passing on his message, Fan Xian rolled his eyes and moved closer to his brother-in-law's ear. "Dabao, when will I take you out to play?"
"Play... play what...?" Dabao said happily. "I want to play polo."
"Hmm?" Fan Xian felt a headache coming on, thinking that he had given himself something to do. He had wanted to take his brother-in-law out for the summer, and then use it as an excuse to drag Wan'er out of the heavily guarded royal courtyard. How could he have known that his fat brother-in-law wanted to play polo? He quickly changed his mind and said, "Dabao, do you want to hear a story?"
Dabao's nostrils flared, and he took two deep breaths. "Good, good!" he said excitedly. "Dabao loves stories."
Thus, in the garden of the Prime Minister's house, a refreshing voice began to speak. This voice was telling a story. The story was about a beautiful Snow White and seven dwarves living happily in a forest. One day, Snow White went to pick small mushrooms …
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"This is unexpected." Prime Minister Lin Ruofu looked out the window and smiled. "Do you think he's faking it?"
Yuan Hongdao shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it. Master Fan's smile is extremely sincere. It must be from the bottom of his heart."
"Mm." Lin Ruofu sighed. "Invite him in."
Fan Xian had been nervous ever since he entered the Prime Minister's private residence. When he entered the Prime Minister's private study and saw his future father-in-law's face for the first time, he couldn't help but tremble a little. After all, the death of the Prime Minister's only normal son had something to do with him. However, he still maintained a respectful and cautious expression on his face and was abnormally calm. "Greetings, Uncle Lin."
Addressing Fan Xian was a very particular matter. Calling him Prime Minister was certainly not appropriate, and calling him Sir Fan was not beautiful either. Calling him Uncle would not only strengthen the relationship between the Fan family and the Lin family, but also faintly show the closeness that the marriage would bring.
Lin Ruofu looked at Fan Xian's calm face and was satisfied with his performance. After a moment's deliberation, he said, "I believe that Master Fan understands why I have invited you here today."
Fan Xian hurriedly replied with a smile, "Uncle, please call me by my name."
Lin Ruofu nodded. "Fan Xian … do you have any objections to this marriage?"
Fan Xian thought to himself, what objections could he possibly have? He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Seeing his expression, Lin Ruofu felt even more at ease. He smiled. "As you can see, after Gong 'er passes away, I only have one son and one daughter. Chen' er is to be married to you. You must treat her well."
Fan Xian lowered his head and replied in a low voice, without any hesitation.
"The older generation will pass away one day." Lin Ruofu suddenly spoke in a clear voice. "If I were to be presumptuous and say that one day in the future, I entrust my son to you, would you be able to bear the responsibility?"
Fan Xian thought for a moment, then stood up. He cupped his fists and bowed. "Of course."
"In the future, we will be considered one family, so there are some things that I can say in front of you." Lin Ruofu looked into the young man's eyes, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his heart. "Although Wan 'er and I rarely see each other, she is still my daughter. Her surname is Lin, so we must consider the interests of the Lin family. Once the marriage is over, I believe Count Sinan will understand that our two families will share the same life and glory. I hope that in the future, whether in court or in the wilderness, you will firmly remember your position. From now on, you will not only protect the Fan family, but also the interests of the Lin family. "
His words were blunt, but it was the only way to show that the Prime Minister had finally given his approval to the marriage. Fan Xian felt a surge of joy in his heart. Although marrying Wan 'er was a matter handled by the palace, to have his father-in-law's approval would naturally make it more legitimate.
But thinking about the other meaning behind these words, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. This father-in-law, whom he had just met, had clearly abandoned the Eastern Palace, but he didn't know if he was preparing to lean on the side of the second prince. Everyone knew that Fan Manor and King Jing's manor were the second prince's supporters, but Fan Xian knew that his father's thoughts were much more complicated.
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After the successful trip to the Prime Minister's manor, Lin Wan 'er finally found an opportunity to enter the palace. She showed her filial piety to the empress dowager for half a day, and somehow managed to persuade her uncle, who was usually stone-faced, to receive an edict. She was finally able to leave the royal courtyard and go for a stroll.
Under the careful care of Fan Xian and the royal doctors, Lin Wan 'er's recovery was excellent. She could already go out for a walk. Although the root of her illness had not been cured, it was not a good idea to hide in the small building all the time. So when he heard that the palace had finally lifted the ban, Fan Xian was overjoyed. Early the next morning, he took his carriage and all the things he had prepared and rushed to the royal courtyard to wait.
After some time, the courtyard finally became lively. First, a few guards led the way, then a few old nannies led the way, and a few pretty maids led the way. Finally, Lin Wan'er leisurely walked out with the support of the head maid, Siqi.
Lin Wan'er wore a refreshing white dress and a bamboo hat on her head. This kind of hat was extremely light, and under the hat was a thin layer of gauze. It blocked the sunlight and also covered her beautiful face. Only the faint smile on her face and lips could be seen.
Fan Xian went forward to greet them, but the old nannies became nervous when they saw this new son-in-law. They stood in front of the princess like they were fighting a flood, and stared at him fiercely with eyes like lightning.
Fan Xian was furious. He thought to himself, "I'm in love and I have to be disturbed by you guys. If you really annoy me, I'll give you some laxatives. I'll glare at you until you can't leave the toilet!"
Lin Wan 'er looked at him apologetically, but she pinched the servant girl next to her. Siqi felt the pain and almost cried out. Who did she offend this time? But she understood what her mistress meant. She quickly went forward and said to the young master, "Master Fan, let's split up. We'll meet again at the summer villa in the western part of the city."
The summer villa was a royal summer garden, about twenty miles west of the capital. If Lin Wan 'er hadn't come out today, Fan Xian wouldn't have been able to enjoy it.
Fan Xian snorted, but he knew that if he sat in the same carriage with Lin Wan 'er before the wedding, she would be embarrassed, and the old nannies would go crazy. So he didn't say anything more, but he gave Ruoruo a look. Ruoruo understood and smiled. She walked to her future sister-in-law's side and gently took Lin Wan 'er's hand. She said something, and then followed the group of people from the villa into the palace carriage.
"Brother, being the son-in-law... is a very annoying thing." Fan Sizhe looked at Fan Xian sympathetically.
"Autumn is coming," Fan Xian sighed. "It shouldn't be a problem for your sister to follow sister-in-law. Those damned old nannies don't think lilies will bloom in carriages."
"What's a lily?"
"It's a holy plant."
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The two of them left early, just as the sky brightened. But by the time the carriages reached the summer villa, the sun had already woken up. It warmly shone on everything, as if it were a comrade.
Fortunately, the royal palace had already considered these problems. The pampered royal family all refused to accept the warmth of the sun, so the villa was built next to a dense forest. It was next to the mountains and looked out over the lake, sheltering it from the sun and welcoming the wind. The surface of the lake was calm, but the wind still blew gently, taking away the last bit of dryness in the forest.
Fan Xian stood on the grass by the lake, looking at the scenery in front of him. He was full of admiration. The activities of the Emperor's farmhouse were indeed different. Their living conditions were much better than those of the common officials.
When they entered the summer villa, Ruoruo somehow managed to persuade the royal guards to leave the old nannies at the front of the villa to drink tea and play mahjong. Only a group of young people remained by the lake. The guards were either standing or sitting in the distance, and the servant girls rarely came out to play. They chattered incessantly, reducing the peace of the lake. But without the fish eyes to disturb him, Fan Xian still felt very comfortable.
He was a little further away from the crowd. He gritted his teeth and made a face to chase away the servant girl, Siqi. Finally, Fan Xian was able to spend some time alone with Wan 'er.
"It's so hard." Fan Xian sighed. His right hand slithered through the green grass like a snake, and like lightning, he grabbed Wan 'er's soft little hand. His face was still calm as he looked at the lake. "It's so hard to see the girl."
Her hand was caught, and Wan 'er's face immediately turned red. She lowered her head in embarrassment, but she didn't pull her hand back. In a low voice, she scolded, "You're calling the girl at this time? I don't know who it is that shamelessly climbs the walls and windows every night."
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