In the carriage in front, Ye Ling'er and Fan Ruoruo were talking. "Sorry to trouble you." Ye Ling'er looked hesitant. "But is that really Master Fei's student? He looks very young. "
Fan Ruoruo laughed. "I know. It's always good to be old, but I'm only letting him have a look. After all, even the imperial physicians admire Master Fei's medical skills. My family has some connections with Master Fei, so there's no harm in letting him have a look."
Ye Ling'er thought about it and agreed. No doctor had ever been able to find a cure for Sister Lin's tuberculosis. The palace had sent for Fei Jie, but he had gone on patrol and wouldn't be back for a while. To be able to find Fei Jie's student today was good luck. She thought about it and finally couldn't help but ask, "Ruoruo, I heard that your brother was sued yesterday?"
Fan Ruoruo wondered why she was asking about this now. She laughed and replied, "Did you add another crime to my brother's list?"
Ye Ling 'er snorted coldly. "I owe you a favor this time, but I don't have a good opinion of your brother. He's a real man, but he's like a dough. Whatever other people tell him to do, he doesn't know how to have his own opinion."
Fan Ruoruo was delighted. She thought that if her brother really had his own opinion, this marriage would naturally not go through. At that time, who knew who would be unhappy? But she wouldn't say anything. She smiled and replied, "People of our status should know long ago that many things are beyond our control."
"But isn't your brother too reckless? He's clearly going to marry Sister Lin, and yet he still goes... and sleeps with prostitutes. How can Sister Lin put her face like that? " Ye Ling'er thought about the recent rumors, and her heart filled with anger. "Not only that," she said hatefully, "but he hits people in the street. Don't be angry, Ruoruo. Tell me, would you be willing to marry someone like that?"
Fan Ruoruo sighed. What was there to be unwilling about? She changed the subject. "Rumors stop at the mouth of the wise," she said. "Why do you care about what outsiders say? My elder brother is not an unreasonable and dissolute person. "
Ye Ling'er laughed coldly. "Isn't that the case? Do you know how the people in the capital have been calling your brother since yesterday? "
"How should I address you?" Fan Ruoruo opened her eyes wide and asked curiously. She really did want to know what the people of the capital thought of her different brother.
"They say he's … the underground fighter from Fan Manor!" Ye Ling 'er said angrily. "Look at what people think of your brother."
Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and laughed. "Do you know that my brother has another nickname?"
"What?"
"The Empress Dowager once said, 'The Ten Thousand Li Sorrowful Autumn Is Always a Guest' is hitting people again?" Fan Ruoruo suppressed a smile. "Ten Thousand Li Sorrowful Autumn Is Always a Guest? Isn't this nickname a bit too long?"
Ye Ling'er knew that he was trying to tell her that Fan Xian was not only an underground fighter, but also a good poet. She snorted. It was impossible for her to refute the Empress Dowager's opinion. It was clear that the Empress Dowager admired Fan Xian's poem.
The two carriages drove into a quiet courtyard not far from the Imperial Palace. Outside the courtyard, one could clearly see many palace guards. At their waists were simple but easy to draw short knives.
After getting off the carriage, Ye Ling'er was about to walk in, but she was stopped by a guard at the gate. "What is it?" Ye Ling'er asked curiously.
"Miss Ye," the guard said awkwardly, "it's fine for you to go in."
Ye Ling'er was so angry that she laughed. She took Fan Ruoruo's hand. "This is the daughter of Count Sinan, a famous and talented woman in the capital." She glared at Fan Ruoruo. "Ten Thousand Li Sorrowful Autumn Is Always a Guest? Can't I go in?"
"Who's' Ten Thousand Li Sorrowful Autumn Is Always a Guest '?" The guard, who could read as many characters as a bowl, was dumbfounded. The 'Ten Thousand Li Sorrowful Autumn Is Always a Guest' was hiding behind Ye Ling'er, smiling bitterly.
Ye Ling'er giggled. She felt much better. "I invited a doctor to take a look at my sister today. Are you going to stop me?"
The guard turned his head and saw the doctor, who had an unsightly expression on his face and a stooped body. He thought to himself, "My goodness, I'm in such a bad shape, and you still dare to treat the princess?" But he couldn't say it out loud. After all, he had to give Miss Ye face. How many guards in the palace did not have some sort of relationship with the Ye family? He smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Ye, if you had told the officials earlier, I definitely wouldn't have dared to stop you, nor would I have stopped this doctor. But I really can't today. You see, the doctor you invited isn't registered in the palace. If you go and treat him now, what if something bad happens? ... "
Fan Xian lowered his head, feeling a little anxious. He had worked so hard to come here, and in the end, he wouldn't even be able to see Miss Lin's face. Would he have to withdraw? He didn't know that this was the fruit of his own sowing, the cause of today's events. The last time he had muddleheadedly barged into the Temple of Qing and exchanged blows with Gong Dian, all the guards in the palace had been scolded by Eunuch Hong and the Commander. That was why they were so strict.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This gentleman is a student of Sir Fei of the Overwatch Council. "Ye Ling'er glared at the guard.
As soon as the guard heard the words "Sir Fei," he looked at Fan Xian with respect, and quietly took half a step back. He thought of something and frowned. "Sir Fei's student? I don't think I've ever heard of him. "
Ye Ling'er had thought of this as well. With Sir Fei's medical skills, his student should be famous. How come she had never heard of him? She turned around suspiciously and looked at Fan Xian. Fan Xian had been prepared for this. He shook his head with a gloomy expression, and pulled out a token from his bosom.
The token belonged to the Overwatch Council, and no one could counterfeit it. Perhaps it could be said that no skilled craftsman in the world would dare to counterfeit it. It had been given to Fan Xian by Fei Jie when he was six, before he left Danzhou.
The guard took the token and looked at it. Without any difficulty, he was certain of the young man's identity. He then looked at the gloomy and sallow face of the young man, and understood that he was indeed Sir Fei's student. It would be difficult not to look like this, having been exposed to poison all year round.
Now that they had found a guarantor who could bear the responsibility, the guard let them pass. The three of them walked into the quiet courtyard, passing bushes of flowers along the way. A small gravel path stretched out from the bushes, leading to a small building deep in the courtyard.
A servant girl invited the three of them upstairs, and then brought them tea. Fan Xian paid close attention to the servant girl's movements, and found that her every movement was measured. It was clear that she had received years of training in the palace. After a while, an old nanny walked out and said with a slightly arrogant expression, "Miss Ye, you're here."
Ye Ling'er clearly didn't like the old woman. She snorted in response. "Where is my sister?" she asked.
"The young lady is sleeping. What brings you here today, Miss Ye?" The old woman seemed to be standing respectfully, but her tone was unapproachable. Fan Xian couldn't help but be surprised. What was going on?
Ye Ling'er didn't want to bicker with the old woman that day. "I've found a good doctor for Sister Lin. Go and tell her that when she's ready, the doctor will come to see her."
The old woman looked at Fan Xian. She knew that this was the doctor. "You know who the young lady is," she said coldly. "Aside from the palace doctors, who else is qualified to treat her?"
Ye Ling'er brought up Fan Xian's identity again, but the old woman refused to budge. She was even more difficult to deal with than the guards outside. Fan Xian didn't know the rules of the royal family. Every unmarried daughter was always surrounded by a host of old women. Although there were no restrictions, and they weren't like the frightening old spinsters of the Qing Dynasty in his previous life, these women were always loyal and foolish, and would never let their masters get close to any danger.
Fan Xian was getting impatient, and gave Fan Ruoruo a look. Fan Ruoruo understood. She stood up with a smile and said to Ye Ling'er, "Since this is against the rules, let's go. After all, this place isn't like anywhere else in the capital."
As expected, Ye Ling'er couldn't stand being provoked. She jumped up and scolded the old woman. Fan Xian frowned, thinking that this young lady was too hot-tempered. He didn't know who would teach her a lesson. At that moment, Fan Ruoruo pretended to persuade the aggrieved old woman to sit down at the table, and handed her a cup of tea.
After a while, the old woman's expression suddenly changed, and she hurried away. At that moment, Miss Lin's servant girl heard the noise and came out of the inner room. Seeing that the old woman wasn't there, she welcomed the three of them inside.
Although Ye Ling'er had a bad temper, she wasn't stupid. She looked at Fan Xian suspiciously.
Fan Xian lowered his head and said nothing. He followed her in. He always carried things on his person that no one else could think of — laxatives, sleeping potions, and aphrodisiacs. He never left his hands. He also had a dagger, a hidden crossbow, and Wu Zhu. With these "things" by his side, he could go anywhere in the world.
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Entering Miss Lin's boudoir, Fan Xian lowered his head, not daring to make any strange movements. Only when he smelled a delicate fragrance did he realize that the room was lit with a special incense unique to the highlands. This kind of incense helped the sick rest and recuperate, but the fragrance was so strong that it washed away much of the fragrance that should have been present in a lady's boudoir.
Ye Ling'er went behind the curtain and said something, and then Fan Ruoruo went in. Fan Xian used his zhenqi to hear clearly that his sister was greeting the young lady. The young lady only coughed a few times, as if she was out of breath. Fan Xian pictured the scene in his mind, wondering what kind of expression his sister-in-law would have when he saw his bride for the first time.
Thinking of this, Fan Xian realized that he really was a bit flirtatious. He was clearly in love with the white-clothed girl who was chewing on a drumstick, but now that he had entered Miss Lin's boudoir and smelled the fragrance, he began to imagine what Miss Lin's face would look like when she blushed.
"Sir, please come in." Ye Ling'er invited him on behalf of her master.
Fan Xian straightened his body, lifted the curtain, and entered.
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