After a while, Ruoruo raised her head. Bu Le was speechless. "But what about Father?"
Fan Xian frowned. "I'll be filial in the capital. You can play for two years."
"But … can you really break off the engagement like this?" Fan Ruoruo still didn't believe it.
"Ku He's reputation … is much greater than that of the Emperor of Northern Qi." Fan Xian smiled. "Even the Emperor of the Kingdom of Qing will give him some face. Besides, if you become Ku He's disciple, you'll only delay the engagement for two years. It'll be easier to explain to King Jing's manor. "
Fan Ruoruo shook her head. "It can't be that simple."
Fan Xian bit his thin lip, feeling a headache coming on. Of course, he couldn't tell his sister about the Crown Prince and the politics of the court. She was cold on the outside, but warm on the inside. Once she heard that he was going to do so much for her "breaking off the engagement", he was afraid that she would grit her teeth and marry him!
"The thing is, you're only sixteen!" Fan Xian said righteously. "Sixteen, a little girl hasn't even matured yet, and you're getting married? This is blatant persecution. "
Fan Ruoruo's face went from snow-white to bright red. She was so embarrassed that she punched him. "How can a brother say that?" She mumbled for a while, and then bravely retorted, "Besides, when my sister-in-law married you, she wasn't even sixteen yet, right?"
Fan Xian's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.
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…
"Brother, actually … if I could really leave the capital and see the world, I would be very happy." Fan Ruoruo's eyes were filled with the longing for freedom. "It's just … when I think of leaving your side, I feel a bit panicked and afraid."
Fan Xian smiled. "Silly child, before everyone learns to be truly independent, they will always be afraid, just like when we first learned to walk."
Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and laughed. "Really? But I heard people in Danzhou say that when you were young, you learned to walk faster than anyone else. And as soon as you learned to walk, you started running everywhere. You weren't afraid at all. "
Fan Xian thought to himself, I'm a freak. Normal people can't learn.
"Alright, I'm just asking for your opinion. Since you're willing, leave this matter to me." Fan Xian stroked his sister's head and said with concern, "I will take care of it. You are the one and only Fan Xian's sister. Of course, you will become the one and only woman in this world."
Fan Ruoruo was touched and nodded, but she did not agree to anything. Suddenly, she thought of Great Grandmaster Ku He taking her as a disciple and thought of Haitang. She thought of how her brother and that girl seemed to have … something. She couldn't help but snicker. She rose to leave and said, "Sister-in-law has something to give you. I'll call her in."
Fan Xian paused and watched as his sister's figure disappeared through the door.
Fan Ruoruo walked in the spacious and quiet back garden. She couldn't help but raise her head to look at the sky. The thick clouds in the sky were gently pushed to the east by the wind, revealing a light gray sky and a gray sun that seemed to have grown burrs. It made people feel a little uncomfortable.
She stretched out her hand and stroked the top of the holly trees in the back garden. She thought of the possibility of going to a foreign country next year. She would be able to get rid of the sticky air of the capital. She would be able to get rid of the boring poetry meetings of the noble ladies. She would be able to get rid of that unimaginable marriage. There was a burst of joy in her heart, and then there was a sudden feeling of emptiness.
The girl's fingers unconsciously tightened, but they were scraped by the thorns of the leaves. It hurt slightly. She remembered that her teacher had told her to treasure her hands, and so she pulled them back like lightning. She thought to herself, whether or not to go to the north, I'll wait for my teacher to come back and ask him.
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"What were you and Ruoruo talking about?" Wan'er watched as her sister-in-law walked away. She quietly walked into the room and asked mysteriously.
Fan Xian replied mysteriously, "... I can't say."
Wan'er was annoyed. She sat in front of the dressing table, picked up a comb, and began to comb her hair. Fan Xian smiled and walked up to her. He took the comb and began to comb her hair. The wooden teeth of the comb slid through his wife's hair without any hindrance. It was very smooth.
Fan Xian was surprised. "You and my sister both have good hair."
Wan'er giggled. "It's all thanks to the set of tools you made in Danzhou. It's convenient to wash hair, and naturally, it takes care of it well."
Fan Xian didn't believe her. He moved closer to smell it, and found that it was indeed a light fragrance. There was no smell. Wan'er was annoyed. She pretended to hit him. "I can see that you don't put your heart into it when you're close to me."
Fan Xian stood behind her. He looked at his wife's body. Through the slightly open collar, he saw a touch of white and tender skin. His heart skipped a beat. He teased, "You don't have to put your heart into it. You can also use your eyes."
Lin Wan'er understood what her husband meant. She tied up her collar in embarrassment. She didn't dress casually at home, but she didn't expect her perverted husband to be so clever as to occupy the best location.
Fan Xian held his wife in his arms and deeply breathed in her scent. He buried his face in the softness of her chest and took a few deep breaths. "Recently, I've been feeling like I've been longing for something, but I haven't been able to find the source."
Lin Wan'er thought he was talking about something embarrassing. She spat and tried to struggle out of his embrace, but she couldn't move his iron-like arms. Fan Xian giggled. "Don't throw a tantrum. I can't tell you what I said to my sister right now. You'll find out in the future."
Lin Wan'er's eyes widened with curiosity. "So cautious?"
Fan Xian grimaced. "More like the world's greatest mischief." He remembered what his sister had said earlier. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "My sister said you had something for me. What is it?"
Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth. "That little traitor. I wanted to see how you were doing lately before deciding whether or not to give it to you."
Fan Xian chuckled. "On the contrary, it was for me. Please, Your Highness, bestow it to me."
Lin Wan'er pouted her chubby lips. "I'm not giving it to you."
An evil smile gradually rose on Fan Xian's face. His hands groped around her soft and fleshy waist, pulling, twisting, and kneading. After a panicked scream, Wan'er finally gave up. Panting, she took out something from her bosom and threw it at Fan Xian's face. "Here you go, put me down!"
A wave of fragrance hit his face. A handkerchief covered his face. Fan Xian unconsciously loosened his hands and pulled it down to take a look. He was stunned.
It was an embroidered handkerchief. On it was a pair of mandarin ducks swimming in the blue waves.
The cloth was good cloth. This was a tribute from the Palace. It was a world-class product woven in Jiangnan.
The thread was good thread. Regardless of whether it was gold, yellow, red, or green, the quality of the thread could be seen. Presumably, it was a product chosen by the Suzhou government.
The intention was also good. The mandarin ducks were in pairs, and the blue waves rippled. On the water, there was a branch of peach blossoms with two or three pink flowers.
Only.
…
…
This needlework was really... not very good!
He could only see the stitches jumping back and forth. Next to the thread were densely packed little holes. It was clear that the embroiderer had used countless stitches. Even so, the embroidered lines were still crooked and twisted. There was no sense of smoothness. This pair of mandarin ducks, which should have been peaceful, had been embroidered into a funny looking water bird. The pink peach blossoms had been embroidered into a post-modern deconstructionist color ball!
Fan Xian's eyes widened. He looked at the embroidered handkerchief. The blue waves were actually just a few lines of water. The embroidery was not bad. But why was it yellow thread?
Was it embroidered with a Yellow River water bird ball?
Enduring and enduring, Fan Xian looked again and again. Finally, he couldn't help but burst into a series of laughter!
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…
The laughter spread throughout the entire manor. Wan'er, who knew her place, had long hidden in shame in her sister-in-law's room. But hearing this humiliating laughter, she was emboldened. Gathering her courage, she strode back into the room. With her hands on her hips, she extended her orchid fingers, pointed at Fan Xian's nose, and scolded, "You're not allowed to laugh!"
Fan Xian looked at his wife's puffed up cheeks and laughed uncontrollably. He quickly covered his mouth with one hand and covered his stomach with the other, rocking back and forth in the chair like a roly-poly doll.
Lin Wan'er was embarrassed, angry, and wanted to laugh. She rushed forward and tried to snatch the embroidered handkerchief from Fan Xian's hand. Fan Xian was not willing to give it to her. He grabbed it and put it back into his bosom. With great difficulty, he stopped laughing and said seriously, "Good Wan'er, this is the first thing you've embroidered for me. Since you've given it to me, you can't take it back."
Lin Wan'er was of noble birth and had grown up in the palace. She had always been served by nannies and serving girls. She had never done needlework. So when he thought of how his wife had embroidered a handkerchief for him, even though the needlework was a bit coarse, the deep affection it contained made Fan Xian feel very moved.
His heart ached as he held his wife's hands and looked at the red dots on her fingertips. His heart ached as he blew on her white fingertips and said, "Next time, don't sew. I'll do it for you. When I had nothing to do in Danzhou, I learned it for a few days."
Lin Wan'er looked at his concerned expression, and her heart was incomparably warm. But hearing this made her extremely depressed. She muttered, "You married a husband, but he's prettier than you are. You even know needlework. You're so careful …" She pouted and was about to cry. "Fan Xian! Do you still want me to live? "
"You little fool." Fan Xian lovingly pinched her soft cheeks. "If you don't want to live like this, then I think all the noble young ladies in the capital will collectively commit suicide. Who can you compare to? Compared to a genius like me, you have to know that I can defeat generals in martial arts, compose poems in literature, cause havoc in officialdom when I'm heroic, and sit peacefully when I'm quiet. Who am I? I'm a peerless genius. "
Hearing him blow his own trumpet and put on a disgusting, narcissistic expression, Lin Wan'er's tears turned to laughter. She pointed between his eyebrows and said, "Look at how proud you are."
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "To be able to marry you, of course I have to be proud of myself."
Lin Wan'er suddenly froze. She reached into his clothes.
Fan Xian reached out to protect his chastity. "You said you would give it to me," he said anxiously. "Why are you stealing it?"
Lin Wan'er's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of pride. "I'm not stealing this one. I'm stealing yours."
Fan Xian froze. He watched as Lin Wan'er took out a floral handkerchief. He had stolen it from Haitang's head when he had left Shangjing. Lin Wan'er looked at him with a smile. "Since you want mine, then I'll keep this one."
Fan Xian's mind buzzed. He now knew that the reason his wife had endured the pain in her finger and kept trying to sew this handkerchief was because she was jealous! Although he and Haitang had no romantic relationship, with the evidence in hand, he was dumbfounded. He didn't know how to defend himself. He could only mumble, "Wan'er, you misunderstand. I told you before that Haitang had nothing special about her. How could I, your husband, like her?"
Lin Wan'er snorted. "Your taste has always been different. At first, you praised me for being beautiful every day. I thought it was strange, but I just thought you had a sweet mouth and knew how to coax people. Who would have thought that from Ruoruo, you really did think I was... beautiful! Fan Xian pretended to be angry. "Who dares say my wife is not beautiful?"
Lin Wan'er copied his usual style and shrugged. "No one has ever thought I was beautiful."
Lin Wan'er copied his usual behavior and shrugged. "No one has ever thought that I'm beautiful."
Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and laughed. "No one has ever thought I was beautiful."
Fan Xian scratched his head. "Is there really something wrong with my taste?" he asked. She waved the begonia headscarf in her hand and proudly said, "This is mine. You don't have any objections, do you?"
She waved the Haitang handkerchief in her hand. "You don't have any objections, do you?" she said proudly.
Lin Wan'er giggled and walked out of the room. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned her head. "You better not take Haitang into the room, or you better give up on the idea. You're a man. Holding a handkerchief every day as a remembrance, you have no courage at all. Even I, as your wife, feel embarrassed for you."
Fan Xian waved his hand and blew her a kiss. "This shows that I am much purer than you."
Lin Wan'er spat at him.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of something important. "Wan'er," he said nervously, "I remember you just had your birthday. Then, when we get married, you will be 16, right?"
Lin Wan'er's eyes widened with curiosity. She nodded.
Fan Xian patted his chest. "That's good. That's good."
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The next day, outside Fan Manor, in the carriage.
"Sir, where are we going?" Shi Chanli asked his teacher with a headache. His teacher had a smile on his face that day, and he looked very sinister. No one knew what he was planning. The capital was not very peaceful. Did his teacher not want to stop?
Fan Xian looked at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand. He looked at the transforming water bird on it and laughed. His heart ached. The handkerchief on Haitang's head had belonged to a ninth-level master! He had taken a great risk to steal it, and now it had been confiscated by his wife.
He raised his head and saw the questioning eyes of Shi Chanli and Deng Zi Yue. Only then did he come to his senses. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go! Let's go to Bao Yue Brothel. My family's business is not going well, so I want to go for a walk. I want to compare embroidery skills with the girls there. "
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