The restaurant chosen by the Fan brothers and sisters is called "Yi Shiju", which is a wealthy place that can be ranked among the top in Kyoto. Therefore, every noon, there are always some wealthy officials, talented men and beautiful women, who come here to talk about wine, but they don't know where the talented men earn money, and how those beautiful women are willing to show up in public. In short, the third floor is pure, and without corresponding identities, they will definitely not be able to get up.

It is precisely because everyone knows that on the third floor of Ishiju, people with status can sit at the table, so there are very few conflicts and conflicts. After all, Kyoto says it is small, but the hidden veins in the officialdom are intertwined. Who knows the real relationship between whom and himself?

The person who just refuted the "Fan Xian Street Stall Publication Theory" was a talented man with a true name, named He, Zongwei, and has always been very talented and highly praised by the scholars in Beijing, so he was a little arrogant. A few days ago, He Zongwei was looking at the Dream of Red Mansions from a friend. Although he was very dissatisfied with the meaning and did not think that the poems in the book were surprising, he still admired the author's delicate skills of hundreds of thousands of words.

Today, I came to the restaurant and drank three cups of yellow wine. It was just when I was slightly drunk. But I heard a few ignorant young people in the next room saying a word to Dream of Red Mansions. He was angry and said this.

Just at this moment, the Fan family and the other two had finished their meal and were chatting. Listening to this sentence, Fan Sizhe thought of the Haikou he had praised before and the other party accused Fan Xian, and he was furious. He was born into the Fan family and was extremely noble. He had always been wandering around the streets, so he was not willing to be free from the idleness of these sour scholars. He lifted the curtain and rushed to the hall on the third floor.

Fan Xian thought that it would be better to be low-key when he first entered the capital, so he asked his sister with his eyes. Fan Ruoruo knew what he was thinking, and smiled and shook his head, indicating that Fan Sizhe should not be too much.

In the past or two years, Fan Sizhe has gradually grown older. With Fan Ruoruo's fate, he has become a little more sensible. The game of smashing and looting on the street has basically disappeared, so she is so relieved.

Fan Sizhe rushed into the hall, picked He Zongwei out of the crowd with a very accurate look, shook his steps and walked to the scholar, and hummed, "Did you say the words just now?"

"So what?" He Zongwei's skin was dark, his facial contour was prominent, and he looked a little ugly. When he saw someone rushing out from the inside, he knew that his words had offended someone. He just looked at the arrogant look of the powerful child, and said coldly: "At a young age, he speaks so uneducatedly, and I don't know which family taught him."

Although this talented man He has a wide range of friendship in Beijing, he has never met Fan Sizhe, who is only twelve years old, so he is very brave.

Fan Sizhe was only going to curse a few words. When he heard the word "education", he thought of his mother's scolding to him on weekdays, and shouted angrily: "Who is this guy from who is the splasher of you?"

At this time, he had already forgotten his sister's usual teachings, so he jumped up and slapped the man in the face.

He Zongwei never expected that in such an elegant place in Yishiju, someone would dare to be so domineering. He hurriedly stepped back halfway and avoided the slap. The green scarf on his head was pulled apart, looking a little embarrassed.

Those who were at the same table with He Zongwei were all famous talents, and there was a noble person. Seeing this, he couldn't help but say angrily: "How dare you be so arrogant in broad daylight? Do you have any other kingly laws in your eyes?"

"Prince Fa?" Fan Sizhe snorted coldly, "Young Master is the Prince Fa." After saying this, he clenched his fists and threw them on He Zongwei.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed Fan Sizhe's thin wrist!

Fan Sizhe felt that his wrist was wrapped in a red-burned iron hoop, which hurt to his bones. He couldn't help but scream and cursed, "Why don't you come and help?"

His guard wanted to step forward to help the punch, but unexpectedly, a figure flashed, and two palms were stamped on his chest and abdomen, and he retreated miserably!

The one who twisted Fan Sizhe's wrist was the guard of the person with a gloomy face on the table. The guard had an ordinary face, but his eyes were slightly exposed. He was obviously a master.

"Don't disturb Brother Zong Wei's elegant mood." The man with a gloomy face ordered.

The master shook his arms and Fan Sizhe was thrown out like a little chicken!

Fan Xian originally thought that Fan Sizhe was at most quarreling with others, but he didn't know that in the blink of an eye, the situation was so serious. But when he thought that his younger brother was domineering and arrogant at the age of young. Although Ruoru said he had restrained himself recently, he still couldn't get rid of the little playboy just now, so he thought it didn't matter that he could suffer a little.

But he definitely didn't expect that there was a master among the other party, and the master was so cruel. There was a hidden power hidden in this throw. If it was not good, it would be the end of the broken bone and vomiting blood. Even if Fan Sizhe was unable to do so, it would be a bit too much to use this method to a twelve-year-old child.

Not sure what happened, Fan Xian had already arrived outside the door, trembling his wrist, and carrying Fan Sizhe's collar. Then he took advantage of the situation and twisted his right hand clockwise, allowing Fan Sizhe to turn around under his hands.

One circle, two circles, three circles... Fan Sizhe's body stopped rotating, and he opened his big eyes that were still scared, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Fan Xian let go of his hand, smiled bitterly and handed the dizzy Sizhe to Fan Ruoruo. He took a step forward, looked at the introverted master, and said softly: "My brother was offended at a young age, but you are too heavy."

The few people at the same table with the talented man snorted coldly, it was hard to speak, after all, the other party said it well. Only the young man with a gloomy face drank a little proudly, and didn't even look at Fan Xian at all.

After He Zongwei straightened his headscarf, he felt embarrassed. Looking at the beautiful face of the young man in front of him, he felt angry for no reason. He seemed to think that the other party's smile was very hateful, and said hatefully: "What's wrong with such a naughty child, what's wrong with punishing him?"

Fan Xian ignored him and just smiled gently at the master, then took two steps forward - the introverted master had seen the young master twisting his wrist and drawing round and weakening his strength. He couldn't help but feel that the other party was a little unfathomable. He frowned slightly, and he actually took two steps back as Fan Xian walked forward like a weak step.

The two of them moved in two steps and gave out Fan Ruoruo's figure wearing a full gauze behind them.

Fan Ruoruo was very famous in the capital. These people in the building had long heard of the great names. Several of them had seen them far away at the Prince's Mansion Poetry Conference. Some of them knew them even more. They were shocked and greeted her from a distance.
Chapter completed!