"Aren't you afraid of Si Qi finding out that you carried me out like this?"
"She sleeps so deeply every day. I don't even need to use the sleeping incense. I don't think she'll wake up."
"But, but … it's a bit embarrassing."
"Just to look at the stars."
"Can you believe what you say?"
"Then what are you going to do, Wan 'er?" Fan Xian looked at her face with an evil smile. The moonlight outside the tent was not bright, so Lin Wan 'er's face was particularly hazy and beautiful.
Lin Wan 'er wrinkled her pretty nose and faked a sigh. "What can I do if I let a big pervert like you steal people in the middle of the night?"
Fan Xian also sighed. "I'm also worried that if we keep sneaking around like this, after we get married, what if we go back to our bedroom and I don't know how to use the door? What should I do then?"
Lin Wan 'er spat at him. She was afraid that his thoughts would really turn to evil. After all, it was the dead of night, and the two of them were alone. If he really wanted to do something, she would be powerless to stop him.
Fan Xian didn't know the girl's thoughts. If he knew that Lin Wan 'er was already thinking that she was powerless to stop him, he would probably have leapt forward a long time ago. As the saying goes, it's not that it's impossible, but it's that it's not that it's impossible. In Fan Xian's mind, once a girl thought that she was powerless to stop him, then she was already prepared not to stop him.
The two of them lay on the soft mattress. The mosquito net was pulled open a crack. Looking out, they could see the starry sky. The moon was dim, so the stars were particularly bright. In the dark night with a hint of blue, they gently watched all the couples on the ground.
Lin Wan 'er reclined in Fan Xian's arms. Fan Xian only smelled a light fragrance. His chest and abdomen were the girl's soft and bouncy back. The summer youth's green robe was thin, as if there was no fabric between the two of them. Without a doubt, any man who had yet to respond, regardless of whether he was 16 or 60, had already fallen to the stage of being worse than a beast. So Fan Xian nervously tightened his arms, bringing the two of them closer to each other, not leaving any distance between them. Confused or blissful, he felt every bit of touch and elasticity in his arms.
Fan Xian began to perform magic. His right hand had been holding Wan 'er's hand, but in the next moment, it had somehow run to the girl's thin clothes.
The tent was incomparably quiet, and even the slight sound of the waves on the lake seemed extremely bashful.
After a long time, a few shameful voices came from the tent, along with the intoxicated voice of the young man, "There are always some things in the world that cannot be seen with one's eyes. It is really difficult to grasp … very difficult to grasp."
…
…
Lin Wan'er's ears were red, and she made a sound of agreement. She twisted her body to free herself from Fan Xian's demonic grasp, but she was no match for the explosive power of a virgin. Her body was teased until it became more and more limp. In her desperation, she coughed and forced herself to look weak.
As expected, Fan Xian was startled, thinking that she had caught a cold. He hurriedly recited the Heart Cleansing Kindness Mantra a few times to suppress his desires. He straightened her clothes and pulled the blanket over her. Lin Wan'er's embarrassment had not yet faded, but she felt a little amused and touched. Afraid that he would change again, she rolled her eyes and changed the topic. "Today, Bai Jian … I saw that you made some fresh things. If I were to sell them, I'm afraid they would sell for a lot, right?" She was talking about the barbecue condiments and the tent they were currently living in.
Fan Xian was now a little dissatisfied. He said in a hoarse voice, "You are a princess. Why are you worrying about such a small amount of money? Come, let's kiss again. "
Lin Wan'er was both embarrassed and anxious. "You open a bookstore, and you make tofu. People think you like to do business."
Fan Xian thought that making tofu was one thing, but eating tofu was another. He replied with a pained expression, "I have to prove that I can make money. Only then will our uncle, the Emperor, be at ease when he leaves the palace treasury to us to manage." After he entered the capital, he had focused on doing business and befriended Qingyu Hall for this matter.
The two of them had finally calmed down. They hugged each other, gazed at the stars, and chatted idly. Somehow, they began to talk about Fan Xian's visit to the Prime Minister's manor a few days ago.
"Father … is he well?" Lin Wan'er asked with concern. She rarely saw her father, but she still missed him. Today, she had seen her foolish brother and thought of how her second brother, Lin Gong, had died young. Her father was alone, and he must have been very sad. As his son, she was unable to serve him.
Fan Xian knew what she was thinking. He comforted her. "He's fine. After we get married, we can be filial together. It's better than now … Oh, right. The Prime Minister has really agreed to our marriage …"
Their voices grew lower and lower until they could not be heard. They disappeared into the quiet night by the lake. As for what else happened that night, they would have to think about it later.
— — —
The next day, the sky was bright. It was impossible for the two of them to still be in their tents. Otherwise, if the guards and maids found out that their mistress and future master had been affectionate outside all night, it would certainly become the most sensational gossip in the capital.
Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er opened their eyes on their respective beds. They rubbed their eyes, turned over, smiled, reminisced, and foolishly stretched their bodies.
After everyone got up, they began to eat at separate tables. The maids and servants busied themselves. Lin Wan'er sat at the round table, gently putting shredded pickled vegetables into Dabao's bowl of porridge. She did not even glance at Fan Xian. On the other side, Fan Xian smiled foolishly and blew at his sister's bowl to cool it down. It seemed like a special brother-sister bond.
Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er did not look at each other, but there was some kind of emotion between their brows. The whole hall began to emit the smell of happiness. The sensitive Ye Ling'er and the intelligent Fan Ruoruo looked at each other suspiciously, and then tacitly averted their gazes.
It was still early. After eating, Fan Xian was about to find a secluded place in the woods to exercise and maintain his daily practice. To his surprise, Ye Ling'er walked up to him, cupped her fists, and asked for his guidance.
After Ye Ling'er returned to the manor, she told her father about the contest outside the royal courtyard. Ye Zhong asked about it in detail, and praised Fan Xian's response. He said that Master Fan had been able to evade the assassination attempt and cut open Cheng Jushu. He was indeed extraordinary. Hearing her father's words, Ye Ling'er was finally convinced of Fan Xian's abilities. But she adhered to the ideals of the Ye family, and whenever she found an opportunity, she would sincerely ask Fan Xian for guidance.
Asking for guidance only proved that Ye Ling'er was not convinced to the bone.
Fan Xian rarely trained with others. Back in Danzhou, he was a pitiful character who was beaten by Uncle Wu Zhu. So today, he had the right to give advice to Ye Ling'er, a seventh-level master. He could not help but feel a little happy. His words of advice were sincere, but Wu Zhu was not a good teacher, and neither was Fan Xian. He could only tell her how to punch straight, and how to save energy. He could only start from the surface, and could not sum up a complete theory.
The so-called little tricks were Fan Xian's current set of killing techniques. But it was not convenient to teach them to others, especially to a beautiful girl with eyes as clear as jade. Besides, Fan Xian was not an honest person who would dig out the heart of anyone he met, so it was impossible for Ye Ling'er to learn the essence of Wu Zhu's killing techniques. But in the end, she had made some progress.
Fan Xian smiled. Today, he had finally seen the Ye family's Liuyun Sanshou clearly. It turned out that a simple pair of hands could evolve into so many attacking methods. Even Ye Ling'er had the power to break through the wind and kill gods. If it had been Ye Zhong or Ye Liuyun himself, perhaps the Coffin Breaker would have been enough to break the stone tomb, and the Sanshou Sanshou would have been like a withered twig, making it impossible for the opponent to dodge!
After a series of punches and palms, Fan Xian was very satisfied with the degree of flexibility of Ye Ling'er's body. But the way he looked at her slender waist with a smile was a little strange. Ye Ling'er did not notice his gaze, or she would have been furious. She was still immersed in the perfect coordination of Fan Xian's attacks, the angle of his attacks, and the feeling of their perfect coordination. She was deeply shocked.
In short, this was not a bad deal.
After a long time, a cry of pain came from the forest. Fan Xian walked out, rubbing his wrist. Behind him, Ye Ling'er also walked out, holding her nose. She had finally become completely obedient.
— — — —
In truth, for everyone in this world, life was like a running account. It was just one step after another, repeating itself day after day. It was inevitable that it would be a little boring. But these two things, power and wealth, seemed to guarantee that a running account would occasionally have some new numbers appear.
Fan Xian had kicked Da Bao and Fan Sizhe to the back of the mountain to ride horses and shoot arrows. There were guards to protect them, and maids to take care of them, so there was no need to worry too much. Now, in the summer resort, there was only him, and the three girls, Wan'er, his sister, and Ye Ling'er.
Sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea and listening to music, Fan Xian smiled as he watched a beautiful girl sing in a low voice. Power was a good thing, he thought. If a princess wanted to hear a song, she could immediately call someone from the capital to sing for her. This girl was a true singer, and with her beautiful voice, she could roam the courtyards of the nobility in the capital. She was also someone who was virtuous.
It was only at this moment that Fan Xian realized what it meant to be a man of the Kingdom of Qing. He had to fight for power and wealth for the people around him. If he wanted to maintain a seemingly happy and peaceful life, and not become a bandit on the border, or a hard laborer in a brick kiln, perhaps there were some things that were worth giving up.
He was a selfish man, he often reminded himself of this.
In front of the mountain hall, the girl called Sang Wen had a clear and crisp voice. It mixed with the cool breeze, passing through the hall and lingering on the beams.
"Before and after winter, there were several villages. North of the stream, south of the stream, on the lonely mountain at the top and bottom of the tree. Where does fragrance come from in the cold wind? Suddenly, we meet in silk garments. When one wakes up from a drunken stupor, the mournful sound of the flute breaks one's heart, and the faint yellow moon. "
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