Lying on the fragrant bed, his fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth silk surface. Fan Xian was still digesting what his father had said. Although he knew that he would run into some trouble in the capital, he had not expected it to be so troublesome.
Before he left just now, he had planned to ask his father about the matter of the Liu family sending people to poison him four years ago. But on second thought, perhaps many of the dirty things in the noble families were hidden under that kind of powder. Even if he wanted to forcefully tear it open, it would be of no use. After all, in their conversation earlier, he could feel that his father, whom he had just met, still had some true feelings for him.
It seemed that he had been sent to Danzhou because the person who had killed his mother was still in the capital.
Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Was he really going to marry that sickly woman? Now it seemed that he had been scheming against the Lin girl.
She really was a pitiful little girl.
He decided to find an opportunity to see the Lin girl. Having made this decision, his gaze once again fell on the narrow box that had been placed carelessly in the corner. He was curious as to where the key could be.
Zhenqi slowly flowed through his body. Because of the journey, he had stopped practicing for dozens of days. Now, he quietly resumed his training. Before entering meditation, Fan Xian thought of his father, whom he had just met, and countless questions welled up in his mind.
When Fan Xian first tossed and turned in the Fan manor in the capital, Count Sinan was also in a daze in his study. This was the first time in 16 years that he had seen Fan Xian. Seeing that clean and beautiful face, Count Sinan sank into some sort of memory, unable to extricate himself for a long time. He muttered, "Little Ye, your child has grown up. He is just like you back then. Young, but he seems to know everything … Chen Pingping was still against him coming to the capital, so I took advantage of his vacation to call Xian 'er back to the capital. Someone promised that the Ye family business would return to him …"
The light shone on the middle-aged man's solemn face. "Don't worry," he said softly. "Within the Kingdom of Qing, no one would dare harm him."
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Sunlight shone through the shadows of the clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. The old trees on either side of the road sprouted new branches, gently swaying in the wind. It was already late spring. In the lake at the foot of the mountain, the tender lotus flowers were beginning to bloom.
The carriage of Fan Manor moved slowly along the road, with guards in front and behind it. It looked quite imposing.
It was very quiet in the carriage. Fan Xian's eyes were half-closed. Ruoruo was carefully peeling off the skin of a loquat, and then she brought the sweet and sour flesh to her brother's lips.
Fan Xian opened his mouth and swallowed. It was so sour that he hurriedly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.
Fan Sizhe's face was full of disbelief and fear as he watched this scene unfold before him. His fifteen-year-old sister was skilled in chess, the zither, calligraphy, and painting. She was famous among the upper echelons of society in the capital. She had always been arrogant, like an iceberg that wouldn't melt. Countless scholars and nobles sighed in sorrow. Unexpectedly … unexpectedly, she would serve Fan Xian with such care, personally peeling loquats for him to eat!
Fan Ruoruo had no idea that her worshipful expression as she looked at her older brother had fallen into her younger brother's eyes. Subconsciously, she just wanted to make her brother feel better. She thought that her brother must have suffered a lot over the past ten years in Danzhou. Now that he had finally entered the capital, he was about to marry Miss Lin. In her eyes, there was no woman in the world who could truly match up to her brother. Moreover, Miss Lin was in such a state.
Although Miss Fan's talent had long spread far and wide in the capital, in her heart, she was still the little girl who listened to ghost stories in the Danzhou estate. Only Fan Ruoruo knew that her brother had thousands of poems and books in his chest. As for the excuses he made in the letter about Grandmaster Cao and Su Weng … Fan Ruoruo thought of this and smiled slightly. Looking at her brother in front of her, she thought to herself, You are obviously talented, but why don't you let me tell others?
Fan Xian also enjoyed the warmth of siblings. He half-closed his eyes. He knew that his sister had long guessed that he was the one who "wrote" the Story of the Stone, but he was thinking about something else.
Fan Xian's situation in the capital was different from what he had expected before he entered the capital. At least Lady Liu seemed to have learned her lesson from the incident four years ago, so she was now well-behaved. And her rumored arrogant brother seemed to be very obedient to Ruoruo's discipline. There was nothing particularly unbearable to Fan Xian.
His family was quite happy.
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Fan Sizhe looked at Fan Xian's face curiously. He had to admit that his half-brother was much better looking than he was, but he still strongly believed that he was the true young master of the Fan family. This person in front of him was just an outsider.
But when he thought of his sister, who had always been as calm as a chrysanthemum flower, and who he had always admired so much, Fan Sizhe was a little puzzled. He thought to himself, Could it be that this Fan Xian really is something special?
"No one on this street dares to provoke me." The proud Fan Sizhe looked at the man in front of him, who was four years older than him, and said arrogantly, "You've just arrived in the capital. I'll take you around for a couple of days."
Fan Xian leaned lazily on the soft cushions, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but laugh. He had originally wanted his sister to take him around the capital to see the sights, but he hadn't expected that Fan Sizhe, his "brother", would show up uninvited and insist on staying in the carriage.
"Hey, little guy, why do you have to follow us?" he asked Fan Sizhe.
Fan Sizhe shouted, "Don't call me little guy, I'm the true young master of the Fan family."
Fan Xian was surprised. "Don't you think you're making yourself look bad by shouting like that? Even if you're afraid of me fighting over your property, you should at least play dirty … "He patted his brother's head and continued with a smile," You should learn more from your mother. "
Fan Sizhe looked at the bashful smile on her pretty face, and for some reason, he felt afraid. He shrank back and hid behind Fan Ruoruo, thinking that this guy was too strange. How could he speak so brazenly?
As they spoke, the carriage came to a busy part of the capital. It was noon, and there were many people on the street. Restaurants on both sides of the road opened their doors to welcome guests. The sound of yelling and the aroma of food wafted in through the curtains, enticing Fan Sizhe to clamor for a meal.
Teng Zijing entered the restaurant to make a reservation. Fan Sizhe and Ruoruo, under the protection of a few guards, went to a street stall to buy noodles. Fan Xian, however, was half-squatting in the restaurant, looking at the decorations on the pillars in the corridor in amazement. The decorations were beautifully drawn and painted with gold. They were unusually dazzling, completely different from what he had seen in the books of his previous life.
Two guards were some distance away from him, secretly looking around.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman in ordinary clothes approached like a thief, holding a baby. She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you want a book? They're all not approved by the Eighth Bureau. "
The scene was familiar to Fan Xian. It was warm, touching, and made him feel at home. He raised his head and asked tenderly, "Is it Japanese or Western?"
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