The guards of Baoyuelou outside the door had already fainted. Fan Xian stood alone at the door, looking at his fourteen-year-old brother expressionlessly.

It was not until this time that the thugs and the teenagers in the room woke up. Someone didn't recognize Fan Xian's identity and showed a nervous look on his face. The young man with his right hand recognized that this person was Mr. Chen last night, screamed and took a few people to rush forward!

Fan Sizhe had no time to think about anything, so he smashed the teapot in his hand hard with his backhand!

A crisp bang! The fastest one was the first thug who passed by Fan Sizhe. He was hit hard on his head, and with a muffled groan, he fell to the ground, and blood came out of his head.

The teapot in Fan Sizhe's hand was also broken, and the steaming tea splashed on his hands, on the floor, the man's body kept scattering white air. He looked at the door in horror, holding half of the pot, his right hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even the voice of his speech changed a little.

"Brother, why are you... here?"

Fan Xian did not answer him, but the people in the room were extremely shocked. Why did the boss knock his subordinates unconscious with his hands? Everyone looked at Fan Sizhe in shock. Only the young third prince looked at Fan Xian with innocence and looked at Fan Xian.

Some guys who were a little more thinking about it finally remembered the title and learned from it. The reason why Baoyuelou dared to be so arrogant is that it was not the brother of the big boss, Fan Tisi of the Supervision Bureau? Is this young man at the door a big backer, his big backer, Little Fan?

Fan Xian didn't have that much consciousness as a big backer in a brothel. His eyes drooped slightly and asked, "Will you go back?"

Fan Sizhe couldn't think about the outcome he was about to face, so he gritted his teeth. The fat on his fat cheeks shook slightly, and after a while, he felt extremely low: "Return."

He lowered his head and walked to Fan Xian's side, like a child who had done something wrong. Fan Xian turned his head slightly and looked at his younger brother, and found that the little guy had grown a lot in the past two years and was about to reach his ears. He sighed in his heart and said lightly: "First. You did something wrong, second, you are not a child, so don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me."

"Yes." Fan Sizhe moaned.

Fan Xianli ignored him and only swept his cold eyes over the dozen people in the room. He found that there were a few powerful young men who appeared last night. He just ran away at that time and did not break his bones empty-handed. He narrowed his eyes and found that there were still some impressions of several people's faces. He had a good memory. Although the other party did not have this ability, since he already knew his identity, he had to go forward and salute in a humble manner.

"I've met my eldest cousin."

"Please, uncle."

"Grandpa Xian."

The major shareholders of Baoyuelou, the small shareholders, walked pitifully to Fan Xian to pay tribute. Listening to these people reporting their own homes, Fan Xian's anger and self-mockery kept intertwining - what is this? The investigation of the case was indeed finally found out!

No wonder Sang Wen said that carriages often come from Shangshu Lane. The people in front of him said that they were related to him. They were either from the Fan clan or the Duke of the Liu clan. Fan Sizhe and the third prince were the leaders in this lineage. When they opened this brothel, they naturally couldn't escape. He shook his head, his chest was full of anger, and he wanted to throw all the evil relatives in front of him into the Shouhu Lake behind the building!

After a while, he suppressed his resentment. He held Fan Sizhe's collar in one hand and walked out of the secret room of Baoyue Tower like a chicken. Just as the two brothers were about to walk out of the door, the third prince seemed to have just come back to his senses, showing a sweet smile on his face, and said incredibly surprised: "Mr. Little Fan... Oh, big cousin!"

Fan Xian turned around and looked at the youngest prince. A very gentle smile appeared on his face: "Third Prince. Never try to play a role in front of me... And I have no interest in talking to a little kid like you."

The crowd was shocked. The person who dared to scold the prince as a little brat in public... Fan Xian must be the first since the founding of Qing Kingdom!

Everyone was shocked by Fan Xian's boldness, and they were even more depressed. Even if Your Majesty spoiled you again, you are a minister after all, how dare you be so disrespectful to the prince? The third prince stared at Fan Xian, his lips trembled with anger.

Fan Xian smiled sweeter: "This little mouth is shaking, and she is good at performing."

The third prince almost fainted, but when his mother said that when this cousin smiled gently, he was not happy, so he must not mess with him! Then he gritted his teeth and did not respond.

This afternoon, there were not many guests in Baoyuelou, and the matter above had already spread. Many people rushed to the first floor and were very lucky to see the scene of the elder brother scolding his son. At this time, everyone who knew the inside story knew that the Young Master Chen who made a big fuss in Baoyuelou last night was the popular young man. Naturally, no one dared to come forward to make trouble. He just watched helplessly, and everyone was worried inside.

But those thugs and girls who didn't understand the situation couldn't help but whisper, with a hint of excitement between their eyebrows and eyes spreading the rumors they had just received. Could it be that the fat man who was grabbed like a chicken is the most mysterious boss in his building? How can he look like a ruthless character in the legend?

Who is the beautiful young man holding the big boss?

Fan Xian walked long and held the "big boss" holding the Yuelou, with no expression on his face, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the girl named Yanerdi in the corner, and the girl seemed to have some worry in her eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and felt a little touched. He knew that this matter was a big deal and could not hide it from the people of Kyoto for how long, but he did not intend to conceal the matter and had other plans in his mind.

Walking out of the door of Baoyue Tower, there was a carriage on the left and right hands on the quiet long street. The carriage Fan Xian was riding was on the west side and the carriage on the east side was not marked, but the curtain was slightly lifted, and the prince Hongcheng showed his apologetic face. He had long lost his former sunny face and greeted him.

The sun was moving westward, making people feel so shiny. Through the branches of leaves that were gone in autumn, it was reflected on Fan Xian's face. He seemed to be stabbed by the sun, and he narrowed his eyes a little annoyed.

Fujiko Kyo came out of nowhere and lowered his body and whispered: "The master knows that the young master has something to talk about. Let me take the second young master back first."

Fan Xian did not turn around, and said, "Some people from the tribe will enter the mansion later. Please cheer up the guards at home, and don't let them slip out." Then he glanced at Fan Sizhe, whose face turned pale, and said, "If anyone dares to sneak out again, break his legs directly."

Although his words were light, they made the listener shudder. Fujiko Kyo clearly felt the anger in the eldest young master's heart at this time. He did not dare to be careless and responded respectfully: "Master, I'm talking. You can handle this matter yourself. I'll keep your house closed today and wait for you to go back."

Fan Xian nodded and walked towards the carriage where the prince Hongcheng was. Fan Sizhe cried behind him and called out brother, but he could not get a response, so he had to get on the carriage honestly.

The two sides next to the carriage did not seem to be in some kind of negotiation and peace talks, but were chatting about family matters. Fan Xian chuckled and said, "I am so anxious to pick up Miss Yuan back to Jinghe?"

Hongcheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that Yuan Meng's affairs could not be hidden from you."

Fan Xianying said: "You know what I do. It is difficult to hide such a thing from me."

Li Hongcheng gave in and asked him to get on the carriage. Fan Xian shook his head, and then saw another person sitting in the spacious carriage besides the plump and slightly lowered his head.

The noble character was half-squatting on the seat and looking at Fan Xian with a gentle and sincere look.

Fan Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately replied to normal. He smiled and clasped his fists, and saluted: "I have seen the Second Highness."

"In spring, you and me are not so irrelevant." The second prince's thin lips moved slightly, and a look of pity appeared in his clear eyes. He said slowly: "Why did he suddenly become like this?"

Fan Xian smiled: "Maybe Mr. Fan is a little ignorant of being polite."

The second prince was silent and said after a moment: "It is not convenient to talk here. Can Lord Fan move to the details?"

Fan Xian calmed down his smile and shook his head: "I'm in a hurry to go home and clean up the incompetent child, there's no time."

"I'm just passing by." The second prince looked at Fan Xian with a smile and said something that no one believed each other.

The investigation of Baoyuelou's case has nothing to do with him. If Fan Xian wants to continue to investigate, the Fan family will lose face and lose interests. If they don't investigate, it will naturally be the best result. Everyone has one hand to pick up food in the same bowl. In the future, Fan's family will always be "tolerant" to themselves in the officialdom.

Although the second prince was watching the inner treasury being in danger today, he naturally cared about the money brought by the brothel, compared with whether he could win over Fan Xian, money... was just a trivial matter.

Fan Xian sighed and said, "It's really funny to find out the case and let the Second Highness watch the fun."

The second prince shook his head and sighed, "I can't laugh. The matter of Baoyuelou is too complicated. Although I didn't interfere, I also know that besides the third brother, at least 70% of the stolen kid are in Fan Sizhe's hands. After all, you are brothers. If you can ignore the matter, please let go."

The two of them speak invisibly, and they know each other well.

"Where does he have so much money to be a big boss?" Fan Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"The two grandsons of the Hongyi Gong family... also paid a lot of money." The second highman seemed kind to remind him.

Gong Hongyi was at the Liu family's mansion. Fan Xian was stunned and said sadly: "It seems that this case really has to be investigated."

The second prince knew that not investigating the case meant Fan Xian's willingness to be peaceful for the time being. He felt a little happy and the smile on his face seemed particularly real: "Although everyone has different identities and status, they are actually poor people who live in Kyoto. You are now also an important figure in the mansion, and you always have to make decisions for the following children and nephews."

Fan Xian said, "I am not a pure iron official who is loyal to the law." He stared straight into the second prince's eyes. "What's more, your highness has calculated all the details so clearly, so why can't I give in?"

The second prince shook slightly. He knew that Fan Xian had never been a person who would show weakness! Sure enough, Fan Xian slapped his palms expressionlessly, and heard a noise in the Baoyue Tower behind the carriage, the sound of people rising and falling over, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and the sound of girls in the building screaming in horror.

Li Hongcheng's expression changed slightly. I wonder how many people from the Supervision Bureau were arranged by Fan Xian, put them in Baoyue Tower, and said with concern: "An Zhi, to be honest, even if you treat this matter as an ironclad case, you will not hurt us. Why bother?"

Hongcheng is really a direct person, Fan Xian thought so. The self-deprecating feeling in his eyes flashed by.

Seeing that he was still keeping people from thousands of miles away, the second prince gradually became cold, and he stared at Fan Xian's eyes and said, "It's just a matter of children. Sizhe and the third brother are idle. Don't be too serious when playing in such a building."

Fan Xian knew that the level of the business of Baoyue Tower was far from enough to attack a prince, not to mention the handsome and handsome second in front of him. He had nothing to do with this brothel in public. If he set out from Yuan Meng, at most he could only involve Hongcheng. If he really wanted to investigate, the wounded land would be his own hands!

"Sizhe is my younger brother, so I will consider how to discipline me." He looked back at the second prince, "but you have to take care of your brothers too."

Hongcheng finally couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Anzhi, don't misunderstand this matter. The two kids were indeed doing the business of Baoyuelou. I knew that Yuan Meng came to help, but I and the second prince did not interfere."

Fan Xian shook his head: "Sometimes, if you don't interfere, just watching this happen, it's a wonderful move." He looked at Hongcheng with a smile and said, "And I don't believe that Fan Sizhe has the ability to find out the relationship between Yuan Meng and you."

The building was still being chasing. There was still a scattered sound in the building. The second prince frowned slightly, thinking to himself, Fan Xian was so kind-hearted? In order to maintain his reputation and attack himself, he even ignored the life and death of his own brother and the people in the clan?

Fan Xian guessed what he was thinking, and with a hint of self-deprecating look, he looked at the second prince and said, "Your Highness has made no mistakes. I dare not investigate Baoyue Tower. After all, I cannot send Sizhe to Kyoto Prefecture with my own hands." As long as both sides can maintain the current peace, then the people involved in Baoyue Tower will not have to face the pressure of Kyoto Prefecture. Even Fan Xian himself felt that the second prince was playing beautifully and the land price was not much.

After a long time, Fan Xian looked at the secret gesture made by Mu Feng'er on the distant building, and knew that he had not copied out the account book of Baoyuelou. He had no such extravagant hope. Fan Sizhe, the little mistress, was pinched by the second prince in front of him. The boy only knew to be a profiteer, but he didn't know that the profiteer's butt would always be stared at by the eyes of those officials.

The second prince finally understood what he wanted to do. He smiled slightly and thought that the Moon Tower was opened by Fan Sizhe. You can't clean this matter! The Fan and Liu clans were both trapped in this matter. If you don't want to make things worse, you can only get along with yourself peacefully.

"Baoyue Tower will continue to open." Fan Xian continued to say calmly: "Your Highness should understand what I mean."

The second prince agreed with his slightest chin, but he felt extremely uneasy deep in his heart. Because he knew that a person like Fan Xian who was difficult to control would not be tied up by such a brothel, but he didn't know what methods the other party would have next...

Fan said seriously: "So Hongcheng is doing something wrong. You are sleeping outside in the flowers and willows. I can't bear to tell Ruoru, hoping that you can restrain yourself after marriage... But how can you know that Sizhe is doing these shameful businesses, but you don't tell us. Even if I was not in Kyoto at that time, can't you tell Ruoru? Why do you say that in a few days, you will be Sizhe's brother-in-law."

He looked at the prince and said in pain: "Hongcheng...you really disappointed me."

The second prince was silent. No matter how smart he was, he could not smell the cold wind hidden in Fan’s gossip. Even Li Hongcheng himself felt guilty and had no idea what the Fan son was going to use this matter to achieve what he could ulterior motives.

The search for Baoyue Tower is still continuing. The second prince thought to himself that since you agreed to reconciliation, why do you still have to copy the building? Some were worried that the black dogs in the Supervision Bureau would really find out Hongcheng's relationship with the building, and frowned and said, "Mr. Fan, can you stop your subordinates? After all, this is the scope of the Kyoto Prefecture's official business. The Supervision Bureau interferes in government affairs, which is something that Your Majesty strictly prohibits."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Your Highness, I am just ordering the clan to come to this brothel to retrieve a few useless relatives who linger in the brothel... Of course, using a manpower in one place is considered for private use, but officials in the court often call their subordinates to help move. My subordinates can only fight and call them to help arrest a few relatives at home. It doesn't seem like a big deal."

The second prince was angry, and Fan Xian put the words on his relatives, so he really couldn't say anything.

The voice gradually subsided in Baoyue Tower behind the carriage. An official from the Supervision Bureau disguised himself and found seven or eight people from it. Those people were relatives of Fan and Liu's family, and they were deeply involved in the matter between Baoyue Tower. At this time, the face was depressed, and at the end, a powerful young man with a fierce face was knocked off the stairs and wounds were all over his body. The leading young man who wanted to kill Fan Xian last night.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, looked at the relatives with fear, and said with a cold air from the cracks of his teeth, "Send them back to my house for a good life."

He turned around and said softly to the second prince: "Don't worry, your highness, I will do what I promised you, but I'm going to make the decision on these people... It's not convenient to use Qinglu to investigate him, so I have to use family law to deal with them."

The second prince thought to himself, no matter how much you act, you will not be able to cover up the fact that the Fan family holds Baoyuelou shares, and you will not break up with yourself and let you vent your anger. However, this nobleman looked at the Fan Liu clan members who were sent to the carriage, and felt a little anxious. He didn't know what family method Fan Xian would use to deal with them.
Chapter completed!