The Fan Mansion is now divided into two houses, with luxurious courtyards and large houses. There are three study rooms alone. The study room with a scream sounded and screamed in the west. It was close to the garden. It was the loosest guarding of the three study rooms and the one that the people were closest to. Suddenly, a scream like a pig was heard, and everyone in the garden was shocked.

After Fan Sizhe screamed, two women's screams immediately sounded in the study. Fan Ruoru and Lin Wan'er were disgraceful and stepped forward to pull Fan Xian's arm tightly, for fear that their husband (brother) would get angry for a moment, so they kicked Fan Sizhe twice again and kicked him to death.

In the eyes of these two women, Fan Xian has always been a gentle, mature and steady young man. Even though he was unhappy, he never showed such a violent side. Looking at the heavy frost on Fan Xian's face today, the two women couldn't help but tremble. I wonder what Fan Sizhe did to make him so angry, but he still held Fan Xian's arm tightly and refused to let him step forward.

After Fan Sizhe was led by Tengzijing to take the master back to the Fan Mansion, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He finally took a look at it. Miss Sisi, who was passing by the study, secretly handed a message to her sister-in-law and sister, asking them to come quickly.

Fan Ruoru and Lin Wan'er's sister-in-law didn't know what happened. After entering the study, he listened to Fan Sizhe calling for help and joked a few times. At this time, when he saw Fan Xian's desperate kick, he realized that the matter must be very big. His two little faces turned pale, and he looked at Fan Xian's angry face with a little fear.

"Let go!" The words Fan Xian said were like being sucked by the ice in Sanjiutian all night, and the cold wind was shining. "My father already knows this. No one stops me anymore. I will not beat him to death..."

Fan Sizhe lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, secretly glanced at him with his eyes. He found that his brother's expression was calm and he said he would not beat him to death. He felt a little relieved.

Unexpectedly, Fan Xian continued Han Han and said, "...I'm going to crippled him!"

While speaking, the two girls were squeezing their arms easily. They were so angry that they didn't have time to find a way to find a family method. They grabbed the tea bowl on the desk and threw it over, with a crisp sound. The tea bowl containing the hot tea fell on the ground and fell next to Fan Sizhe's head!

Hot tea splattered everywhere, broken porcelain splattered everywhere, Fan Sizhe uttered a chubby, and was burned and hurt, and several blood marks were scratched out of his face. He never dared to lie on the ground and pretended to be dead again. He jumped up and hurried behind Lin Wan'er. While crying, he howled, "Sister-in-law... Brother wants to kill me! Help!"

Lin Wan'er looked at her brother-in-law with blood on her face and frightened her. She quickly protected him behind her and stopped Fan Xian with anger in front of her. She said hurriedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong?...Is there anything that can't be said?"

Fan Xian saw Fan Sizhe hiding behind Wan'er, but he was not soft-hearted at all. Thinking about the dirty things he did, he became even more angry. He pointed at him and scolded, "Ask him what he did."

Fan Sizhe was about to speak up to defend himself, but his chest turned sweet and almost vomited blood. He knew that his brother kicked hard just now, and was scared to death for a moment. He didn't know if he would die like this. In addition to his fear, he was brave and jumped up and cried and said, "Isn't it just a building! Is it necessary to die?... Sister-in-law... I can't live anymore...ah!"

After a scream of Ruoyousi, Fan Sizhe turned his head and lay down on the ground. Zhenzhen scared the two girls Wan'er and Ruoruo, and quickly squatted down, rubbed their chests, and pinched Ren Zhong.

At this time, Fan Xian had already released his aura a little, watching the boy pretending to be dead. He was so angry that he laughed. He saw that the door of the study was wide open, and some servants in the garden could look here from afar. He closed the door of the study with his backhand and said expressionlessly: "I can't kick you to death, get up for me."

Seeing that he was all ruthless, Fan Sizhe didn't dare to get up. He just lay down on the ground and hid behind his sister-in-law and sister, hoping to drag his mother to come over.

Fan Xian had already sat at the desk at this time, with a expressionless face, but he didn't know what he was thinking. Ruoru carefully handed over the bowl of tea and asked softly, "What building is it?"

Fan Xian slowly sipped the tea in the bowl, closed his eyes a little, and said in a cold voice: "Britain."

Wan'er and Ruoru were shocked again. The two girls' families were quite frightened today. However, compared to Fan Xian's kick, Fan Sizhe's opening of a brothel seemed absurd, but they didn't care too much. Most of the powerful and noble children in the capital had some dark business. Although the flesh-and-skin business was not very glorious, Fan Sizhe... seemed to be a little younger, but... as for the heavy hand, are you so angry?

Fan Xian sneered, took out a Baoyuelou case from the Supervision Bureau that was found in the middle of a night and threw it to his sister.

Fan Ruoru took it with a puzzled look and looked down. The Case Sect was not very long, but the bad deeds on the Hu Yue Tower were clearly clear. The evidence was conclusive and there was no explanation. It was only a short time before I finished reading it.

The previous chaos made her hair a little messy. She put a few black hair on her forehead, covering her face and eyes. She couldn't see her reaction and expression clearly, but gradually, Ruruo's breathing became heavier, with a hint of sad anger, and her lower lip fell into her mouth, as if she was gritting her teeth.

Lin Wan'er looked at this scene curiously and wanted to know what was written on the Case Sect. She wanted to walk to her sister-in-law and read it together. She was afraid that Fan Xian would come forward to beat Fan Sizhe to death while she was away, so she didn't dare to move.

Fan Ruoru slowly raised his head, his face calm, but the frost between his eyebrows in the past seemed particularly heavy, and his calm eyes began to jump with anger. She looked at Fan Sizhe, who was hiding behind her sister-in-law, and gritted her teeth and said word by word: "You did these things?"

The tone of questioning was very calm, but the undercurrent under the waves made several people in the room feel a little uneasy. Fan Sizhe was raised by his sister since childhood. In comparison, he was more afraid that this seemingly weak sister would be closer to Ruoruo. He subconsciously sat up slowly. He trembled and explained in great horror: "Sister, what's going on?"

Fan Ruoru felt sad and disappointed on his face, thinking how could his younger brother become such a person? Tears began to rise in his eyes. He bit his teeth and threw the Case in his hand over, which hit Fan Sizhe's face and scolded sadly: "Look at it yourself!"

Fan Sizhe looked at Brother An Zuru Sudi, then looked at his sister-in-law again, picked up the Case Sect and looked down. The more he looked, the ugly his expression became - it turned out that brother knew what Bao Yuelou did!

At this moment, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up from the chair.

Fan Sizhe screamed, howled, jumped up, waved his hand desperately. He was so scared that he explained: "Brother! I didn't do these things! Don't fight again!"

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at his younger brother, and said coldly: "Kill people and set fires, force good men to become prostitutes. If you did these things yourself, I kicked you to death with that kick! But who are you? You are the boss of Baoyuelou. If you nodded these things, do you dare to do them?"

Fan Sizhe said in a trembling voice, "Some things are done by the third brother. They have nothing to do with me."

"Fan Sizhe, Fan Sizhe." Fan Xian sneered: "Ruoru said that you thought like a pig, but you were really right. Do you think you could clean yourself up like this? I really underestimated you and became the leader of a small overlord in Beijing. You are so capable!"

You are so capable.

Fan Sizhe's heart was getting colder and colder. Although he was not old, his mind was very ruthless. He knew that his brother was not listening to his own defense. He felt more and more unjust, and howled with a sad face: "It's really nothing to do with my business!"

At this moment, he saw another scene that made his soul leaps.

Fan Ruoru took out a stick that was only one arm long from under the desk with a calm expression and handed it to Fan Xian.

When Fan Xian first came to Kyoto, Fan Ruoru once used a ruler to hit Fan Sizhe's palm. The ruler... is the Fan family's small family method. So what is the method of the big one?

It's a stick.

It is a stick wrapped in thick hemp thorns.

It is a terrifying stick that will make the tortured person burst into pieces if he continues to kill.

There was only one person who was fortunate to have tried the best skills in the entire Fan Mansion. That person was once Si Nanbo’s most favored follower, relying on the power of the Fan Mansion and Fan Jian’s favor. He was involved in the Ministry of Revenue, but he was beaten up by Fan Jian. He is still surviving in the farm outside the city, but his legs have long been broken and he is in a miserable state.

When Fan Sizhe was educated when he was a child, he saw the tragic situation of that man. At this time, when he saw Fan Xian weighing the "big method", he suddenly became a fool and opened his mouth wide and couldn't say anything.

Fan Xian walked out and said coldly to his wife and Ruoruo: "I have a responsibility for this matter, and you two cannot escape the relationship."

Wan'er silently retreated aside and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ruoru.

Fan Sizhe watched the stick get closer and closer to him, and was so brave that he was so excited that he was so cruel that he jumped up and pointed to Fan Xian's face and scolded: "Sister-in-law, don't listen to him... Brother... No! Fan Xian, don't act like a saint, why did I open a brothel? What's wrong with me just bullying men and women? Who in Kyoto did this? Why did you beat me? You think I don't know what you think? But you are not right now with the second prince, and I just took you in, causing you to be threatened... As a result, you have lost your face and lost your inner self, what? You are going to vent your anger? You want to beat me to death?"

Fan Sizhe cried loudly and said, "If you have sex, you beat me to death! What brother are you? When I was in business, how could you know that you would have had a quarrel with the second prince? What's the matter with me? You haven't told me! If you have the ability, you beat the third brother, and you will only bully me, a person who has no father, no love for my mother... What's the skill? Are you not the Tissus of the Supervision Bureau? Go to arrest the prefect of Kyoto, go to the palace to beat the third brother! Go! Go!"

With a light sound, he had already received a not-so-sounding slap on the face, and he woke up immediately, looking at Fan Xian who was getting closer and closer.

After listening to these bastard words, Fan Xian was so angry that he was not showing anything on his face. Although the blue veins on his forehead had begun to appear and disappear. In nearly twenty years since his rebirth, it was the first time that he was so angry like today. The most important thing is that he really treated Fan Sizhe as a brother. Who knew that the other party would do such a thing and would speak so reassuringly.

"Shut up!" He finally couldn't help but scold, "If you want to do business, I'll do it. If you don't do evil, how dare others threaten me? Even if you threaten me, am I the kind of person who can be threatened? I want to punish you today, either for anything else, or because you should beat me! This matter has nothing to do with the second place in the palace, and has nothing to do with the third place. Fan Sizhe, you have to know that this is your business!"

Fan Xian was sad and angry: "At a young age, he acted so ruthlessly. If I don't punish you, who knows what trouble you will cause for your father!...I have expectations for you, so I don't allow you to continue on this road at all."

"What are the second and third brothers? I'm angry with you, and I hate you. They are not my brother, you are my brother!" He stared at his brother's eyes and said chillingly: "I checked it clearly. Fortunately, you didn't get involved in those things with your own hands, which is quite a rescue. Since you have gone wrong, I will use a stick to help you correct it."

As soon as the words fell, the stick fell.

Under the great way, Fan Sizhe's trousers were broken and blood was covered in blood. Finally, he let out a heart-wrenching howl. The sound quickly spread throughout the Fan family mansion, shocking the servants and maids in the garden, shaking Fujiko-kyung and Deng Ziyue's subordinates, frightening the Fan Liu family's children who were waiting in the garden, and naturally made some people feel extremely distressed and uncomfortable.

The screams of the second young master of the Fan family kept echoing in the garden. The shrill spirit was really unbearable. It was accompanied by Fan Sizhe's fierce resistance, but later it turned into a crying and begging for mercy, and then it turned into a sad call for help. Finally, the voice gradually lowered. In the faint crying, the fourteen-year-old boy could gradually hear the constant crying of his mother.
Chapter completed!