Only a young girl who had read too many romance novels would like this kind of wedding scene. In any case, Fan Xian did not like it very much. His state of mind was calm enough not to be moved by these rewards from the Palace. Furthermore, in his heart, as well as the hearts of the guests watching the ceremony, they all thought that these rewards were for "Princess Chen" Lin Wan'er.
Fan Xian felt that every time the palace came to reward him, he had to kneel and salute. His waist and knees could not take it anymore, and he began to miss Wu Zhu's staff.
Amidst a burst of celebratory music, the marriage between the Fan and Lin families finally came to an end. The newlyweds were escorted into the bridal chamber, and the guests began to leave. It was a strange day. Aside from King Jing, none of the officials drank too much.
Count Sinan looked at the young couple being helped into the bridal chamber, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. What he had been most worried about today had not happened. It seemed that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince also knew that attending their son's wedding ceremony without regard for their status would arouse the vigilance of the palace and conflict with Fan Xian.
But the Crown Prince and the Second Prince still had people send over heavy gifts.
At nightfall, the newlyweds finally arrived at the newly built garden with the help of the servant girls, and returned to their own residence. The place was also brightly lit with red candles, and everywhere was plastered with the character "Happy". It was a very festive red.
Here, Fan Xian finally relaxed. Some of these servant girls had been bought by him, some had been gifted by King Jing, and a few had come from the palace with Wan'er. Basically, they were still somewhat afraid of a young master like him.
He entered the room, stretched, and smiled as he called for everyone to leave. The servant girls in the manor all kowtowed to the newlyweds outside the door. Wan'er's personal servant girl, Siqi, hurriedly took out some money to distribute.
"Siqi, you must be tired. Go to sleep." Fan Xian smiled as he spoke, his brows furrowed into a Y shape.
Siqi looked at her mistress with some embarrassment, thinking that she had not drunk the joyous wine yet. At that moment, she saw Lin Wan'er's hand, which was on her lap under the red veil, wave imperceptibly, as if to chase someone out.
The servant girl covered her mouth and laughed, then hurried out of the bridal chamber and closed the wooden door.
Only Fan Xian and Wan'er were left in the room.
"Come out, if you don't want me to hit you," Fan Xian said coldly, to Lin Wan'er's surprise. As expected, Fan Sizhe wriggled his fat body out from under the bed with great difficulty, then rushed out with his head down.
Fan Xian frowned. "Don't you think the toilet behind the bed will suffocate him to death?"
Lin Wan'er giggled under the red veil. "This toilet hasn't been used." Fan Xian thought that was true. The toilet was painted with gold, and the inside was covered with vanilla.
Seeing that there was no one around, and that the red candles were still and flowing like jade, he rolled his eyes and chuckled. He walked forward and held Lin Wan 'er's slightly cold hands that were exposed behind her wide sleeves.
He suddenly thought of Uncle Wu Zhu. If that Great Grandmaster liked to stand in the corner as usual, then when the two of them were enjoying themselves in bed and saw the ghost in the corner, Fan Xian would not be so scared that he would get sick in that area. He quickly coughed twice and said softly, "Is Uncle here?"
Uncle was not here.
Being held by him, Lin Wan'er thought of what was about to happen. She had long been embarrassed. Suddenly hearing him call her uncle, she couldn't help but be confused. "Hmm?"
"Nothing." Fan Xian smiled. "In the future, when things are settled, I'll let you see him."
"Oh." Lin Wan'er was confused. She didn't know who he was talking about.
"Wife." Fan Xian did not follow the rules and use the ruler to lift up the red veil on Wan'er's head. Instead, he gently used two fingers to pick up one side of the red cloth and slowly lifted it up. He saw the red cloth gradually move up, revealing a girl's slightly lowered and bashful jade-white chin. Above it were two soft lips, the tip of her nose slightly raised, and her eyes tightly shut because of nervousness. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The red candles gradually dimmed. Fan Xian nervously sat on the side of the bed. The thumb of his right hand gently stroked his wife's smooth cheek under her ear.
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…
"Cough, cough."
Two very untimely coughs came from outside the room. Then came the sound of Fan Xian's personal guards unsheathing their swords, grunting as they fell to the ground, and finally, the surprised cry of Wang Qinian, who was on duty tonight.
Fan Xian's brows furrowed. He had already burst through the door. The bright red wedding robe on his body floated out like a red cloud. In the dark night, it was particularly alluring.
The red cloud floated, and he couldn't see clearly who it was. With a shake of his wrist and a shift of his feet, he had already avoided the palm that the other person had sent to his shoulder. Spontaneously, he took out a thin needle and pierced it into the other person's shoulder. The poison on the needle was very strong. Presumably, the other person would not be able to move.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that three or four of the guards in front of the stone steps had already fallen unconscious. Wang Qinian, however, was looking behind him with a face full of fear.
Fan Xian was shocked. Who in this world could be poisoned by his own poison and still be able to move? Feeling the sound of breaking wind coming from behind him, he gave a muffled grunt. Turning his palm into a knife, he swung it out.
Just as the knife was about to hit the person's face, Fan Xian let out a pained groan. Hugging his stomach, he squatted down.
One reason was that the person couldn't hit him, and the other reason was that he had been poisoned.
The person's hair was somewhat messy, and his face was full of hardships. He was very old, but his true appearance could not be seen. A pair of cold and gloomy eyes were dyed a light brown color. He looked very frightening.
"Teacher?" Fan Xian cried out in surprise. His stomach felt a sharp pain. Not daring to be careless, he quickly took out an antidote pill from his belt and chewed it. He didn't know if it was right.
Then he hurried forward to greet him, hug him, and silently criticize him. He was touched that Fei Jie, whom he hadn't seen for ten years, had suddenly arrived today.
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"Your appearance hasn't changed much." Fei Jie sat in the study, drinking tea and enjoying the servant girl's leg massage. He looked at Fan Xian, who was standing next to him. "I thought that after ten years, I wouldn't be able to recognize you. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."
Fan Xian sighed, but didn't dare to sit down. He said, "Teacher, can you... even if it's just once, don't sneak into my room in the middle of the night. It's easy to cause a misunderstanding. Although students use soft pillows in their rooms now, what if I had stabbed you with a knife just now? You are clearly the weakest in martial arts among the eight bureaus, but you still like to dress up as a night ranger. It's very dangerous. "
In fact, Fan Xian had imagined the scene after his reunion with Fei Jie countless times. It could be that the two of them would hug each other and cry bitterly. It could also be that they would pour each other poisoned tea to test their skills after parting. But he had never thought that on the day of his wedding, when the night of spring was short, this old man would come to disturb him.
Originally, some thoughts of parting with his teacher had long since turned into unsatisfied anger. It must be known that today had been tormented all day. Fan Xian had comforted himself that he had endured for 30 years. What was there to be anxious about? Seeing that he was about to succeed, he had been disturbed by this old poisonous creature. Fan Xian had no choice but to be anxious. He thought to himself, Why did you have to come today?
Fei Jie didn't care about him at all. He said, "I just came back from Dongyi. I heard about your wedding, so I hurried for a few days and finally made it."
Fan Xian's heart was moved. He quickly bowed deeply. For him to be able to live to this day in this world, the person in front of him should be one of the two people who had done the most.
Fei Jie handed him a small box. A faint fragrance floated out from the box. Fan Xian asked in surprise, "What is this?"
"A gift for my student's wedding. What do you think?"
Fan Xian knew that the gift his teacher had brought out must be extraordinary. Opening it, he found that there were a few pills the size of a pinky finger. His heart jumped. He used his fingernail to pick up some powder and put it in his mouth to taste.
Fei Jie looked at his movements and smiled slightly. The old man was also very relieved that the beautiful little child had become the elegant young man he was today. Especially when he saw that he still retained the professional habits he had taught him in the past, Fei Jie was even more comforted.
"Turtle shell, made of vinegar." Fan Xian frowned as he analyzed the ingredients in the pill. "Rehmannia, donkey-hide gelatin, beeswax … but there is one medicine that I can't taste."
"Iced smoke." Fei Jie's lips curled up. He seemed to be somewhat proud.
"Iced smoke?" Fan Xian had already guessed what the pill was for. Thinking of his teacher's astonishing methods, he couldn't help but feel a lot more confident. He asked in surprise.
"Correct. It is a medicine from overseas. Dongyi has been a merchant for generations. Four years ago, I asked them to look for it. They finally found it this year, so I stayed there for a few more days to wait for the ship to arrive." Fei Jie waved his hand, letting the serving girl leave.
Four years ago was the first time the palace had discussed the marriage between the Fan and Lin families. It turned out that from then on, Fei Jie had begun to treat Lin Wan'er's tuberculosis. He wanted his student to marry a healthy wife. Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel moved.
"I have something else to do in Dongyi."
Fan Xian understood.
"I sold out the favor I owed Sigu Jian back then in exchange for a promise from them not to make trouble for you."
Fan Xian sat down next to his teacher. He could no longer feel any resentment towards him for interrupting his romantic night. He said gratefully, "Thank you, teacher, for the medicine. Thank you, teacher."
"This is my first time making this medicine, but I've tested it. It works." Fei Jie smiled slightly. A clear light flashed through his light brown eyes. "But there are some side effects. You must listen carefully."
"Teacher, please speak." Seeing Fei Jie's seriousness, Fan Xian's expression also became serious.
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