Chapter 8: Go out of the palace and become a master

In a corner of the square outside the palace, the street connecting with Xinjiekou, looking down the long street, you can vaguely see a crescent moon hanging in the sky. In the dim twilight, Li Hongcheng turned over and dismounted, bowed his hand casually, looked at the beautiful girl-like friend in front of him, and couldn't help but smile and said, "I see that there are layers of red light on your face, and the colorful colors are inexplicably. I think I have gained a lot of benefits today."

Fan Xian smiled and replied, "I haven't seen each other for several months. This sentence is to tease me. You are the prince of Prince Jing and the fifth young man in Kyoto. Why can't you get along with such a miserable person like me?" In addition to the four princes, among the younger generation, Li Hongcheng is naturally the most noble. Fan Xian deliberately ranked him the fifth young man. If it was a common friendship, it would inevitably appear frivolous, but when it was placed among the two of them, it seemed extremely intimate.

Li Hongcheng was slightly stunned, thinking that this guy had always been too lazy to mess with me in Beijing. He always had a hint of Gu Han who was hiding deeply in his gentle smile, but why did he change his temper today? Thinking of a thing, he thought he had figured it out, and laughed and said, "You are also miserable? The emperor spoiled you so much, but he actually kept you after the court discussion. I am afraid that the officials in Beijing would even grit their teeth and carry this miserable life."

Fan Xian waved his hand and said nothing. Fujiko Kyo, who had been waiting outside the palace, had already come to meet him, but he saw the prince talking to the young master, so why didn't he interrupt. At this time, he quickly said, "Young master, the master said before, let me follow you."

Li Hongcheng smiled and said, "What? Lord Fan is worried that I will get Fan Xian drunk?"

Fan Xian said from the side, "Then you follow me."

While speaking, the carriage of Fan's mansion drove over. Li Hongcheng was asking the head of the prince's mansion to lead the horse. When he turned around, he asked curiously: "What? Do you still only want to ride a carriage and refuse to ride a horse?"

Fan Xian said, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you doing riding a horse?"

Li Hongcheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "If it weren't for the people in the capital who knew that you could be literary and martial. Just look at your actions, I'm afraid you would look down on you and think you were just a useless scholar without any power." Qingguo was still martial, and young people were proud of being good at riding, but Fan Xian did the opposite. When he had a car, he refused to ride a horse. This quirk had already spread throughout Kyoto in this year.

Fan Xian sneered and cursed something, then walked into the carriage, and said, "Riding a horse and sucking his butt."

The head guards of Prince Jing's mansion had already surrounded him. In addition to the escorts of Fan's mansion, they formed a small team of more than a dozen people, guarding a tall horse and an inconspicuous black carriage, and slowly drove towards the east of the city.

There is no curfew in Kyoto. Although it is already dusk, there are still many pedestrians on the street. Looking at the eye-catching team, they can see the handsome young man clearly, and then the square sign on the carriage, and then they know the identity of the two. The people of Kyoto all knew the news of the mission returning to China. Since they were walking with Prince Jing, they thought that the legendary illegitimate son of the Fan family was in the carriage. Now that they are young, they can't help but stop to watch. Some brave crazy people even called Fan Shixian and Fan Shixian in the carriage.

Last year's night banquet in front of the palace had been passed down by the people of Kyoto for a long time. This time, the gift of books by Zhuang Mohan in Northern Qi was even more intentionally promoted by the eighth department of the Supervision Bureau, and Fan Xian's reputation went further. Later, the poem "Do you know? Do you know?" The poet's re-opening work spread, and the people learned that Xiao Fan actually dared to go to Beijing in Northern Qi. In front of countless young nobles in Northern Qi, the closed female disciples of Kuhe Grandmaster in broad daylight. When these people in Kyoto in Qing Kingdom thought about this, they felt even more excited, as if this matter was more glorious than Zhuang Mohan's gift of books - see? The crabapple that you are offering like a saint is not just a flower bud to be picked!

Fan Xian has given the people of Kyoto in Qing Kingdom. Naturally, the people of Kyoto also have to give the people of Kyoto. Along the way, there are people who ask Fan Xian on the street to greet him. Most of them are scholars, and occasionally some shy girls will pay tribute to their families.

Lord Xiao Fan was very popular with the people, so naturally everyone ignored Prince Jing, although he was also the most noble master in Kyoto. However, Prince Jing did not have any unpleasant expression on his face, but instead smiled happily, as if the respect Fan Xian was received was also his honor.

Listening to the discussion outside the carriage, please rest. Logically speaking, even if Fan Xian didn't open the window like the leader in a certain world, he would at least have a satisfied smile on his face. But who would have thought that he was in the carriage, and his lips were just a helpless smile.

The prince arranged a greeting place for Fan Xian in Yishiju. It was the restaurant where Fan Xian once gave a comment when he first entered Kyoto. This restaurant was a luxurious place in Kyoto, but it was not quiet enough and was far from the ultimate restaurant. Fan Xian couldn't help but wonder why Hongcheng chose such a place, but he had no objection.

When he got off the carriage, he realized that today's Shiju was unexpectedly quiet. There were not many pedestrians on the long street in front of the building, and the building, which was crowded in the past, was even quieter. Fortunately, the building was brightly lit, otherwise he would have doubted whether he had been on a mission for several months, and whether the business of this single-handed Jinzhang Restaurant was broken and closed.

Seeing a trace of doubt in Fan Xian's eyes, Li Hongcheng did not make a fool of himself and said with a smile: "I'll take care of it today."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "Although you are a dignified prince, the situation is too big. I don't know how many nobles and nobles come and go to Yishi's residence every day. In order to treat me to a meal, you have made others feel jealous. If you want to be quiet, you can go as many places to go in the west of the city. Even if you like this taste, it's good to have a floor. The whole restaurant is waiting for us. It would be too ostentatious. If King Jing doesn't tell you, it would be bad to pass it to the palace."

Li Hongcheng saw him sincerely, and saw that he had not spoken for a moment, but he was a little moved. He smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? I am afraid that everyone in the world knows it. My father loves to grow flowers, but I love to pick flowers. He has always been rude in his actions. The so-called title of the prince is always unfamiliar, so what does it have to do?"

Fan Xian knew that he could really put this score in his identity, and smiled and shook his head: "You are almost married, so I don't know how to restrain myself."

When he heard his marriage, Li Hongcheng looked faintly happy, but he was embarrassed to talk about the matter more, and said, "Don't be too stingy. You should know that the power in your hands is quite considerable. In addition, the good wife you married... I'll tell you the truth. In the palace, we juniors naturally have to know a little bit, but if we leave the palace and leave the palace, we are the real masters, so let's keep others from talking about it!"

Meng Lang was exaggerated and arrogant, and said this from Li Hongcheng, but it was not disgusting.

Fan Xian was also restless in the palace, so he just smiled. Follow him to the building, but he walked downstairs and looked at the three gilded characters "Yi Shiju" written by Lord Pan Ling on the plaque, Li Hongcheng stopped and pointed his hand and asked, "Do you still remember where you and I first met?"

Fan Xian smiled: "It's here."

"Yes, but in just one year, you, a guy who has been so mean in his opinion, has always said that he looked down on the so-called talented man, but now he has become the most famous talented man in the world." Li Hongcheng couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "If you could think of a generation of Zhuang Mohan who passed on his death to you, would you still have the intention to scold these talented men at that time?"

Fan Xian couldn't help feeling a little moved when he thought about the past year and sighed: "I don't know the end of the year. I'm not afraid of you to laugh at me. At that time, I was just an illegitimate child who had just entered Beijing for the first time and had never seen anything. Naturally, there were many big baskets of complaints in my belly."

Li Hongcheng looked at him with a smile, knowing that the young friend in front of him could have such a big change within a year. Although he was favored by the holy grace, Fan Shangshu secretly protected him and gained power in the marriage. However, the other party was so young that he became the tissal of the Supervision Office and had a seat in the imperial study room. Without some real materials, it would definitely not be possible, let alone the Banxianzhai poetry collection, which took several actions, which are all evidence that people in the world can see.

Regarding the local affairs department of the Supervisory Office, the powerful people in Kyoto did not directly link Chen Pingping with Fan Xian, but just thought that this was His Majesty's intention, and Chen Pingping's loyal dog acted according to the order.

"Although you always take me around Liujinghe, I didn't rely on that little bit of talent to fool the poor woman." Fan Xian looked at Li Hongcheng who was slightly stunned, and laughed and patted his shoulder: "So those shitty talents, I still have to scold me."

In his heart, Haitang, who was fooled by his poems, was naturally not a poor woman.

The two of them stood before Yishiju Restaurant and "reflected on the past" and sighed loudly. The shopkeepers and shopkeepers in the restaurant were very nervous. Although they didn't know how the boss could invite the prince to hold the reception banquet here, if Xiao Fan's first meal outside after returning to Beijing was in Yishiju, the reputation of the restaurant would not be mentioned. I am afraid that the rich scholars from Jiangnan would carry here for a meal in the future. The money would not be vain? Although Yishiju is already famous enough, who would think that the three things such as fame, power and money would be too much?

Fortunately, they were not nervous for a long time, Li Hongcheng and Fan Xian had already walked into the restaurant. The guards of the royal mansion who were pressing at the streets at both ends immediately took them back and guarded the door of the restaurant. At the same time, a friend had already led the carriage of the Fan mansion and the commanders to accompany them elsewhere.

With a creak, the gate of Yishiju closed. This is probably the first time in the restaurant opened in Kyoto for 34 years.

When the door was closed, Li Hongcheng seemed to turn around accidentally, but with a flawless eye, he found a few spies wearing ordinary clothes, occupying the vital points around the restaurant. He knew that he was a member of the Supervisory Office who protected Fan Xian in close proximity, but he was not sure about the people from several places. The prince sighed in his heart and said to Fan Xian: "You said I am arrogant. You see, you have the Supervisory Office for you to watch the door when you have a meal, and when you go on a mission, there are Hu Guards for you to protect you. When it comes to arrogance, I am really inferior to you."

At this time, the two had already picked up the steps and went up to the third floor. Two screens were separated by a small round table. A few plates of exquisite "Liang Kaikou" were arranged. Fan Xian was not polite to him. He sat on the stool and explained: "The Huwei was sent to the mission, and he was taken away after returning to Beijing. As for the Supervision Office..." He smiled bitterly: "When you leave the Niulan Street, do you think the courtyard dares to let me go around Kyoto alone?"

Speaking of this, Li Hongcheng pretended to be angry and cursed: "You kid are so unintentional, so you became the Director of the Supervision Office in a muffled voice. Seeing the inspector's nervous look behind Niulan Street, I think you would have been... If it weren't for the trouble at the Ministry of Justice, I would have been kept in the dark."

After all, when the murder in Niulan Street was in the area of ​​the murder, Fan Xian had not yet shocked the emperor for a night. The prince was actually talking in secret. Not only him, but even the second prince never fully understood why the emperor trusted Fan Xian so much.

Fan Xian didn't explain. He wiped his hands with a hot towel and began to grab him and drink. He said in his mouth that he had been out for a long time and had forgotten the taste of the Kyoto wine. Li Hongcheng smiled bitterly, knowing that the other party would not explain to him.

After a while, the head patrol all the dishes and knew that the prince and Xiao Fan had something to say. The shopkeepers and the guests were tactfully not saying much. They stepped back. Fan Xian scratched the tip of the chopsticks and pulled a fish belly and put it in his mouth. He slapped it a few times and gave it a sip of wine, which seemed extremely enjoyable.

Li Hongcheng looked at him and teased, "If you don't eat the first-grade bear's paw, you can't get along with a fish, but you still can't get rid of your narrow pattern."

Fan Xian blurted out: "I want to see what I want to see the bear's paw, fish, and I want to see the fish. You can't get both, so you give up the bear's paw and get the fish."

Hearing his words interesting, Li Hongcheng asked with a smile: "Why?"

Fan Xian slapped his head and said with a smile: "You don't understand, it was just a problem of studying and reading back then."

It was a welcome banquet, and it shouldn't have been so deserted, but Fan Xian had sent someone to circulate the message last night, asking the prince to think about the hardship of the journey. Don't want to spend a lot of people to accompany him. In addition, the prince also knew that because the song "Xiao Ling" was on fire, he did not call a singer to accompany him. But Li Hongcheng was also a powerful child who was accustomed to being gentle. The two were familiar with each other, and they talked about the experiences of the Northern Qi Dynasty, talked about gossip, drank wine, and drank food. It was light but comfortable. Fan Xian could finally be his true self. Instead, he ate very comfortably.

After a few quick drinks, the prince was a little embarrassed. He pointed at Fan Xian and cursed: "I heard that you were drinking in Northern Qi and got drunk as soon as you drank. Why did you become a wine fairy when you ran away in front of me?"

Fan Xian was meditating on drugs, and his true energy was domineering. How could he be poured into a few glasses of water and wine? The reason why he got drunk with Haitang in Beiqi last time was because he wanted to vent his depression for many years and deliberately wanted to get drunk. At this time, he listened to Li Hongcheng's words and smiled and said, "You man, what are the benefits of getting drunk in front of you?"

Li Hongcheng suddenly looked fascinated and asked softly: "Is that girl Haitang... really like a fairy?"

Fan Xian squirted out a sip of wine. Fortunately, he turned quickly, but he just sprayed on the ground. He laughed and scolded: "Is it because you invited me to dinner today for this sentence?"

After three rounds of drinking, Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter as he drank. Li Hongcheng became drunk and pointed at Fan Xian's pretty face and said, "Fan Xian, you don't know what happened to you this time. Now you look at your face a little different."

Fan Xian subconsciously touched his cheek and asked curiously: "What's the difference?"

Li Hongcheng scratched his head and sprinkled the wine all over the ground, as if he was thinking of such words. After a while, he laughed and said, "If you used to be with a slight smile on your face as you are now, you look like you want to get close to you, but there is always a trace of diaphragm, as if you don't want others to get too close to you. But now your smile is not as pure as that, but it is just a peace of mind. Your eyes are clear, and whether it is words or style, they are like a polished piece of jade, extremely gentle."

Fan Xianji smiled accordingly, thinking that this was probably the change brought to him by the cave overnight. He finally figured out some things, and began to regard himself as a part of the world from the bottom of his heart, and began to make real plans for his future, and to develop inside and outside, and there will naturally be changes.

Li Hongcheng gradually became drunk, but Fan Xian was extremely sober.

"I know, the palace has set up your palm warehouse today." Li Hongcheng seemed a little drunk and embarrassed, "In the future, you will have to leak some soup in your palm."

Although it was a stubborn joke, it gave Fan Xian enough face when he said it as his prince. Fan Xian couldn't help but be surprised, looked at him twice, and asked softly: "Your family has inherited the title of prince, what should you do to do with these things? Can Your Majesty still owe your family?"

Li Hongcheng looked mocking and said with his tongue: "You know that I have a lot of money. Although there is a shopkeeper in Qingyutang who is helping the prince's house to manage the money. Some of them are in the account, but there is no enough..." He sighed, "You also know that my family is His Majesty's brother, but he is unwilling to do something for so many years. Even when he comes to the palace to see his grandmother, he is stubborn and cruel. He is a idle prince, so he naturally has fewer people to respect. And because of my identity, it is difficult for me to put down my airs and deal with the prefects and county magistrates, so he will naturally have some time to take advantage of it."

Fan Xian seemed a little surprised, and Na Na didn't know how to say: "If you put this outside, no one believed it."

Li Hongcheng waved his hand, and was filled with alcohol and sneered, "I have the reputation of being a relative and noble, but it's useless. Don't be embarrassed. The inner treasury is the court after all. When you deserve to make land, don't be polite. Think about my aunt over the years, the prince didn't know how much benefit he got from it. Even when the old Guo family, who was crushed by you, was confiscated, he copied 130,000 taels of silver. The inner treasury was deficient? If you go to the Prince's Palace in Wuzhou, you will know where these people's wealth and ointment have gone."

Fan Xian's heart was slightly moved, knowing that the prince said this specifically to him.

Looking at Prince Jing who was drunk on the table, a sneer flashed through Fan Xian's heart. It was still what Uncle Wu Zhu said right. There was really no one in this world worth believing. I had many feelings during the trip to Northern Qi and knew that friendship was rare. So tonight, Li Hongcheng announced his intimate relationship with the second prince to the capital on behalf of the second prince's party on behalf of the second prince, but he still did not refuse. But he didn't expect that the prince would tell such a big lie in front of his own ground.

Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing, a confidant of his subordinates, has been secretly dealing with all the flesh-and-skinned business on the Liujing River. Although the business is not glorious and seems to be incompatible with the identity of the prince, he is constantly sending him a large amount of silver. The prince's behavior is extremely secret. If Fan Xian had not sent someone to investigate the Red Guardian named Yuan Mengdi last summer, I am afraid that even the Second Office of the Supervision Bureau would not know about this matter - it would be no wonder that he dared to cry in front of Fan Xian.

However, Fan Xian also knew that the second prince did not necessarily fall in love with the money from the Neiku region, but during the period when Princess Xinyang was in charge of the helm, the East Palace must have done a lot of tricks in the Neiku region. Perhaps the second prince just planned to rely on Fan Xian and wanted to take the prince off the road!

And he also understood that the prince's words were true, and that some princes and nobles did not live so well. Even if he had not been supported by the bookstore, he would have to reach out everywhere. No one was filial to him. Could it be that he only had the salary of the court?

The banquet was gone and the wine was over. Fan Xian patted Li Hongcheng twice. Seeing that there was no reaction, he was too lazy to care whether Li Hongcheng was really drunk or pretended to be drunk. He pretended to stagger and stood up at the table and walked out. The shopkeeper had already notified the in-person men from both sides to come and serve.

Yishiju wooden door was already open, and the wind blew in at the early autumn night. Fan Xian shook his head and tried to treat his friends with sincerity, but he could not react, and he was a little disappointed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in simple clothes emerged from somewhere and gave a big gift to Fan Xian in fear and fear. Fan Xian turned his head slightly, frowned slightly, thinking to himself that since Li Hongcheng had wrapped all the buildings and had guards outside the door, how did this person come in?

The man saw the doubt on Lord Fan's face and quickly responded humbly: "I'm in Cui Qingquan, the boss of Yishiju, please rest assured Lord Fan."

It turned out to be Yishiju's boss, probably came to flatter him. Fan Xian was subconsciously preparing to smile when he suddenly thought of this surname and frowned and asked, "Cui?"

Cui Qingquan smiled and said, "That's right, the adults in the clan wanted to come and thank the great kindness of the second prince in the north. But they knew that Mr. Xiao Fan was so beautiful and calligraphy-like, and did not like such behavior. Therefore, the young man who has a small life will serve him today."

Fan Xian nodded expressionlessly, knowing that the Cui clan is a famous family with a foundation in Beijing and is traveling to the north. This time, Mr. Cui, who knelt on the mission to beg for his life on a rainy night in Shangjing, was theirs. It was the Cui clan who knew that his son had offended him, so he tried every means to accomplish this.

Cui Qingquan was very sensible and did not step forward. He just handed over a box and said, "It's a short ginseng. Although it's not a big tonic, it's the best to sober up. It's washed and chewed raw."

Fan Xian nodded, and Fujiko Kyo took it from the side.

On the carriage passing through the long street, Fan Xian lifted the box on his knees and found that there were some low ginseng in it. It turned out to be a thick stack of silver notes. He frowned and found that it was 20,000 taels!

Fujiko Kyo sat opposite him and said dumbfoundedly: "This Cui family is so big."

Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged, but he was actually a little surprised. How long does it take for Danbo Bookstore to earn? The other party sent it so easily. Of course, he also understood that if Cui still wanted to be a businessman from the inner treasury to the north, he had to curry favor with him. Thinking about the courtesy he received during his journey to the palace today, he couldn't help but sigh. Although he was a human being in his two lives, his mind was much more determined than ordinary people, he felt the feeling brought by power so truly at this time, and he was a little confused.

——But Cui’s money was given away for nothing. Since Fan Xian had already made up his mind, Cui would have to give the eldest princess a share of burial in the future. Thinking of this, his disgust towards the prince became a little weaker. After all, in life, he was still using each other. But he didn’t like him a little, and he treated him like a fool, and he still wanted to keep this friend.

Fujiko Kyo looked at the eldest son's face and knew what he was thinking. He frowned and said, "Is this appropriate?"

Fan Xian looked at him and smiled, saying, "The prince gave me a sentence before: After leaving the palace and leaving the palace, we will be the real Master. What's wrong with it?"

The car arrived in a secluded street and alley. The moon was approaching the sky, and the silver light was soft and soft. Fan Xian got off the carriage and asked everyone in the royal palace to go back first. Fujiko Kyo knew that there had been a team of officials from the Supervision Bureau around him who were secretly protecting him, so he didn't say much.

He waved to the shadows, and a secret spy from the Supervision Bureau came over quietly. He was also the first group of people in the Qi Nian group, and he could be regarded as Fan Xian's close confidant. Fan Xian looked at him and said, "Deng Ziyue, tomorrow I will send a secret order to return to the hospital to investigate whether there is any connection between the Minister of Personnel, the Supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, and the Left Deputy Chief Inspector, and the industries under the Cui family."

Deng Ziyue suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide and bright: "Mr. Tisi, you can't investigate the royal family without any orders." He was of extremely high rank in the Supervisory Court, so he vaguely knew that behind these three ministers were the second prince.

Fan Xian frowned and waved his hand: "It's just a few ministers who have investigated secretly. What are you afraid of?"

Deng Ziyue knew that his performance had made Lord Tisi dissatisfied, so he quickly responded.

Fan Xian looked at him and added: "Wang Qinian knows what to ask and what not to ask. Since you have taken his job, you must learn this."

Deng Ziyue responded to his orders, and then he saw that there was a box suddenly in front of him. He didn't dare to open it, so he had to hold it in his arms and walk forward with Lord Fan, who was walking with his hands behind his back. Finally, he mustered up the courage to ask: "Sir, how can I contact the yard in the future?" He didn't know if this sentence was considered a question.

Fan Xian stopped and said with a smile: "Don't go through the official route. Then you can find Mu Tie directly."

"yes."

Fan Xian walked forward and enjoyed Kyoto late at night after a long separation. He didn't want to let go of such an opportunity, but just left a sentence.
Chapter completed!