The Supervision Bureau handled the raiding of the building with great scrutiny. The only people who were involved in Fan Liu's family were arrested. The little bastards in the Duke's mansion were beaten back home by Fan Xian to recuperate, and on the other hand, they were not qualified to get involved too deeply, so they were not arrested.

After Mu's uncle and nephew caught the man, he did not reply to Fan Tisi next to the carriage, and consciously escorted the young people to the Fan Mansion. The people from the Supervision Bureau saw Fan Xian standing outside the carriage and not going in for a long time, and the people on the carriage did not get out. He knew that there must be a person with a more noble status than Fan Xian. Fan Xian himself was a relative of the country, and the carriage must be a royal relative.

There was no result in copying the building. Fan Xian wanted to destroy the account book related to Fan Sizhe and Baoyue Tower, which undoubtedly became an impossible task. Since he was forced to maintain temporary peace with the Second Highness because of this, it would be very stupid to investigate Baoyue Tower again.

The people from the Supervision Bureau withdrew, and the people from Kyoto Prefecture came to maintain public order. It seemed that they had returned to normal. The Fan and Liu families still owned as much as 70% of the shares of Baoyuelou and continued to be the infamous brothel in Kyoto. Fan Tisi and the second prince were having an intimate conversation.

It seems that Kyoto is about to be peaceful.

The second prince in the car looked at Fan Xian's calm face, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration and praise. The matter of Bao Yuelou was enough to make most people angry, but Fan Xian was so calm that he accepted his own peaceful suggestions without any delay. He was really a strong man who was good at judging the situation and was brave enough to make decisions.

Whenever he looked at Fan Xian’s familiar smile on his face, he felt a little uneasy and kind in his heart. He always felt that the other party should be a very similar person to him. Although the other party was a minister, he still had a strong impulse to have a deep conversation with the other party!

"Hongcheng. You go first. I have some private conversations with Lord Fan." The second prince said lightly, but he didn't care about the eyes of the crowd on the street. Shi Shiran walked out of the carriage.

Fan Xian frowned slightly, a little surprised by the other party's actions. He had clearly stated that he was going back home and did not want to have a deep conversation, but the other party, as the prince's prince, got off the car and invited him. He did not say that he would give him face, but wanted to hear what he wanted to say, so he gently turned his head.

Li Hongcheng looked at him with a hint of apology and drove away from Baoyue Tower, a place of right and wrong with the carriage.

The second prince's brocade shoes stepped onto the street, couldn't help but stretched, and led Fan Xian into a tea shop amid the whispers of the crowd in the distance. At this time, a follower had already cleared the tea shop, and only he and Fan Xian sat opposite each other.

Fan Xian picked up the bowl and took a sip, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and looked up at the second prince.

The second prince smiled and said, "I know you're good at this. Every time I go to Hongcheng Mansion, I will ask for some sour sauce." Then he said gently, "I think Brother Fan must hate me when it comes to the matter of Baoyuelou."

Fan Xian raised his lips slightly: "I am not a saint, so I am naturally emotional."

The second prince shook his head and said, "At first, your second brother and my third brother discussed business, I already knew. I was still helping some secretly..." He looked at Fan Xian's face, "But don't get me wrong. At that time, the court and the capital thought that your Fan family was in good condition. Of course, I couldn't have the idea of ​​threatening you. I just wanted to find some common interests for both parties and make their relationship closer. Who knew that it had become a despicable method now, which was not what I wanted."

Fan Xian had already judged the other party's thoughts when Xiu Baoyue Tower was in spring, and it was not surprising. He just heard that he had confessed his own way of doing things, but he didn't know how to deal with it. He said with a slight ridicule: "Your Highness is really a little bit more eye-catching to me."

The second prince was not afraid to continue this topic and said lightly: "I have always valued you very much, you should be very clear...so I don't understand why you have to target me after returning to Beijing."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Your Highness is a bit confused. Fan is just a minister. What benefits can I do to target Your Highness?"

The second prince stared at his eyes and said slowly: "I need you to tell me... I know that you can't be willing to be a chess piece for the prince, so I really don't understand."

Unexpectedly, His Highness, the prince was so open and honest. When he asked him openly, Fan Xian felt a little surprised, and then a clear smile appeared on his face and replied softly: "Your Highness really doesn't understand?"

The second prince looked at his eyes and shook his head gently.

Fan Xian leaned his head slightly, knocked on the table with his knuckles, and suddenly said, "Niulan Street."

The second prince was silent and said after a while: "This is my place, not me." After saying this, he actually stood up and bowed deeply to Fan Xian!

As the emperor's biological son, he actually saluted a minister and apologized!

Fan Xian did not show the look that the second prince was looking forward to seeing. He sat on a chair like a stubborn stone ice. He squinted his eyes and said softly: "Your Highness is Your Highness after all, and his subject is a minister after all, and it is a matter of life. Your Highness may think that if you apologize in person, you have given me enough explanation. As a subject, I should also be grateful to you, and I feel like a great scholar?"

The second prince took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest that had not appeared for many years, and said coldly: "How can Lord Fan repair the relationship between you and me?"

Fan Xian suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, in the last round of investigations... do you know why? Who made my mother-in-law dislike my son-in-law? Sometimes he is an assassin and sometimes he is from the Censorate? And I will take over the inner treasury next year, so I must have a conflict with Xinyang. If Your Highness is willing to accept something from me, I dare not guarantee that I have a bias, but at least in Beijing, I will let the Censorate maintain a relatively fair attitude."

The second prince's heart was slightly terrified, and the negative emotions that had been lingering in his heart had long been wiped out. In the past few months, his own people and ministers in the court were stared at by the Supervision Bureau, including those in the Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisory, which had all been in trouble. The entire second prince was in trouble. At this time, he heard Fan Xian say that the Supervision Bureau could change his attitude, so why wouldn't he be moved?

After pondering for a moment, he stretched out his right hand and said softly: "Please speak with Lord Tiss."

This sentence uses the official title.

Fan Xian looked at him and said with a smile: "If your highness can keep a distance from the eldest princess, I will promise you peace for life."

The second prince was stunned, and he never expected that the other party would make such a ridiculous suggestion, and would like to give him peace for the rest of his life? How arrogant and bold! He finally couldn't help but feel depressed. He said in a cold voice: "Is Fantisi playing tricks on me?"

The two young powerful people who don’t look similar in appearance but are very similar in temperament and taste. They sit at the table without any speculation.

Fan Xian looked at him and said, "Your Highness has all kinds of confusions, and Fan also has all kinds of confusions. Could this dragon throne really be so easy to sit on? Isn't Ping An a rare blessing? Your Highness has always liked literature, and Concubine Shu is also a Qingming figure like snow, but why can't you see through the joints in it?"

Even though there was no one in the tea shop at this time. This conversation was unexpectedly heard by others, but suddenly, Fan Xian said his thoughts nakedly. The second prince's heart still trembled unyieldingly. There are many things in this world that can only be done but not said, just like he wanted to seize the throne again. But he was still extremely respectful to the prince. Who knew that the person in front of him said it so lightly!

Until today, the second prince really knew how brave Fan Xian was! He became increasingly unclear about what he was relying on!

A faint light flashed in the second prince's eyes. This dark light was touched by Fan Xian's words for years and finally gradually burned. He stared at Fan Xian's face and lowered his voice and said coldly: "Everyone knows that the dragon throne is not easy to sit on! But I am in the emperor's house and I can't help it. I want to grab it, but I don't want to grab it... I still have to grab it! If I can choose freely, I would rather go to the Imperial Academy to study books every day than to join in this matter!"

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Can anyone force you?"

Perhaps because of Fan Xian's boldness, the second prince sneered: "Of course someone forced me to... Since I was twelve years old, I have said that I am both virtuous and virtuous, and I feel wronged to be a prince in the future. When I was thirteen, I made me the king. When I was thirteen, I built a house outside the palace. On the surface, I drove me out of the palace, but in fact I gave me the opportunity to pay freely to the ministers! When I was fifteen, I let me go to the imperial study to listen to the affairs of the government... Do you know? Before me, only the prince would have such an opportunity!"

The second prince's pretty face gradually became distorted: "I don't want to fight! But these things come out one by one, what can I do? Will the Eastern Palace think that I have no idea of ​​fighting for the throne? The prince was young at the time, and his eyes looked at me were so resentful... We are brothers! When he was only thirteen years old, he wanted to kill me! Even if I could convince the prince, what about the queen? Will she let me go?"

Fan Xian was speechless and listened to the second prince's crazy.

"It was him who pushed me to this position..." The second prince's eyes were like a cold fire sealed in ice, which made people shudder, "I want to protect my mother, I want to protect my life... What should I do? Since he wants me to fight, I will fight for him!"

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, knowing that the only one who could have the power to force a prince to embark on the road to throne was actually the emperor himself. He smiled and said, "But have you ever thought about it? Maybe he just used you as a stone, a whetstone to force the prince to mature."

"I've known it a long time ago." The second prince shook his sleeves coldly, "Who is willing to be a whetstone in the future, and I want to continue fighting. If I really win in the future... I will be happier to see how he regrets it, than to sit on that chair."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Why vent your resentment on such a thing? Your Highness has already been named the prince, but he seems to be much clearer than the second His Highness... If someone wants to push you down the river to compete and swim with someone, your best resistance is to fight to the river. At worst, you can turn around and fight with the person behind you... instead of going down the river to strangle the opponent who competes with you to death."

The second prince finally calmed down a little at this time and looked at Fan Xian with shock: "Your words... are almost rebellious..."

Fan Xian shook his head indifferently: "Your Highness said today's great rebellious things... are no less than mine."

The second prince's eyebrows suddenly jumped rapidly twice, looked at Fan Xian, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Help me. Fan Xian."

Fan Xian shook his head calmly and even a little coldly.

"Why?" said the second prince in a faint voice: "In the future, you always need to choose someone."

Fan Xian did not answer his words, just thinking... In terms of blood relationship, the person in front of him should be his brother, right? He is different from ordinary ministers. He doesn't want to make a choice at all. He is just a little scared at the ruthless way of education by His Majesty Qingguo, and gradually becomes scared.

Looking at the second prince's "sincere" gaze, Fan Xian finally spoke, "Don't get too close to Xinyang. That woman is a very talented madman. I don't know what she is thinking."

The second prince replied to calmness, smiled slightly, and sat down.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, knowing that although the other party was moved by his own strength, he still trusted the princess's strength more. But this would be fine, at least in the future, he would be harder when dealing with the Second Prince in front of him.

"I still don't want to be enemies with you." The second prince said seriously.

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian suddenly raised his head and said, "Even if the incident of Baoyue Tower does not happen, I will knock you out of dust..."

A hint of playfulness flashed in the second prince's eyes, as if he felt that Fan Xian's arrogance had crossed the boundary.

Fan Xian ignored his eyes and said lightly: "Maybe, this is the only way to make you... and Hongcheng survive."

The second prince heard the pity and contempt in the other party's tone, and stood up suddenly in anger and stared at Fan Xian's eyes coldly.

Fan Xian laughed and said, "Your Highness, never think that you can control everything, including the matter of Baoyuelou."

The atmosphere in the tea shop cooled down sharply, and eight people slowly walked out of the shop. Eight people were dressed exactly the same, but couldn't see how old they were.

Everyone has a deep murderous aura in their bodies!

Some people are like a knife, some are like a sword, some are like a giant axe that opens a mountain... moving forward.

Fan Xian knew that the second prince could not choose to kill him in the downtown area. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the eight people who walked into the tea shop from somewhere. He whispered: "Gan, Liu, Xie, the four generals of Fan, He, Zhang, Xu, and Cao. The eight generals in the hands of the second prince turned out to be born in this way."

The second prince looked at him and said, "Fan Xian, I value you, but it does not mean that I must need you, so don't be too proud of yourself."

Fan Xian stood up, waved his hand with a smile, and said, "My Qi Nian team can't beat the eight people under His Highness. I won't shout it out anymore... But there is a truth to say that. Your Highness, no matter how many death soldiers there are, it is useless to the general trend, otherwise Chen Pingping would have become the emperor long ago."

Hahaha, he left the last rebellious and unjust words and left the tea shop in a free and easy manner.

When he left the shop, he seemed to be able to pass through the eight second princes' most capable family generals, but he shrugged slightly before the second general Gan Xie and waved his hand in front of Xu Cao and the other two. A faint breath was about to separate from the murderous aura in the eight people's bodies, and it instantly spread along the wooden pillars of the tea shop, mixing with the autumn afternoon sun outside the shop, and no trace was found.

After Fan Xian left for a moment, the second prince stood on the table and frowned slightly. I don’t know why he suddenly lost his attitude in front of Fan Xian today and said many things that have been hidden in the deepest part of his heart. He took a deep breath, a trace of solemn flashed across his beautiful face, and said in a cold voice: “If one day in the future, how many people do you need to kill him?”

Xie Bi'an slowly took the sword in the sheath back into his white sleeve and said mutely: "One subordinate is enough."

Fan Wujiu had a black face and shook his head slightly and said, "Eight generals came out together, but this little Lord Fan may not be left behind."

The second prince was a little lost and thought that even the generals of the eight families would not be able to tell the truth. Fan Xian was really a character who could not see through... But he immediately thought that after the incident of Baoyuelou, the other party would not attack him at least in a short period of time, so he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian carefully washed away the remaining faint fragrance between his fingers with clean water, and was a little disappointed with this conversation. Although he took the big risk to lure some of the second prince's voice, there was no useful information. He still didn't understand the arrangements between him and the eldest princess. It seemed that the second prince was indeed a person with a calm mind and a scholarly spirit. However, he was not a close sister, so it was useless to know these things.

When the carriage arrived at the Fan Mansion, he jumped down from the carriage, walked calmly through the corner door, and quickly walked to the back garden. He turned a blind eye to the members of the Fan Liu clan who were inexplicable on the road, and went straight to the study room, pushed open the door with his stable hands, and kicked it out!
Chapter completed!