Chapter 148 Those Moons

When she brought Sang Wen into the back garden, Fan Xian looked up and saw that the garden was full of red and harmonious. In the spring and summer, the cool breeze was trusted. The moon was hanging in the sky, and lanterns were hanging under the green trees on the rockery. The moonlight and the lights were mixed, adding a bit of misty feeling. In this hazy light, more than ten girls were chattering and talking. The girls with soft eyebrows and eyes didn't wear much clothes, either standing under the trees or lying on the couch. The postures were different, and occasionally there was a beautiful light coming out, and the faint fragrance on their bodies was even more immersed.

Fan Xian was stunned and couldn't help but have some illusion. Could it be that he had come to Pansi Cave and when did this Huayuan become Chenyuan?

The girls chattered and didn't notice Fan Xian standing in the backlight for a while. He was still talking about the daytime hugging the moon tower, the power of the sword, and the heroic spirit of the imperial envoy scolding in the street.

The speaker is one of the two top girls in Baoyuelou. Those who listen to the lecture are those little girls with big eyes, curious or admiring expressions.

Fan Xian whispered: "Didn't it mean that all the girls in the building were sent to other places?"

Sang Wen covered his lips and smiled, explaining: "Isn't this the girl in the garden?"

Fan Xian woke up and couldn't help but look a few more times in his mind, sighing in his heart, saying that women change a lot. Why did these refugee orphans picked up by Sisi on the road have not been raised in Suzhou City for many days, and they are all so colorful? Although they are still full of childishness and youthfulness, how could a natural breath of youth come to their faces, which makes people feel happy.

Especially in this back garden, men have never been involved in entering. The girls are listening to Liang Diandian telling stories during the day, and they are very interested, so they don’t care much about walking and sitting. Some are lying on the couch with their little buttocks erect, some are posing as arrogant and innocent, some are holding fans, with straight and slender legs, and through the thin cloth, they present various tight beauty.

The eldest brother, Masso, was sitting on a chair to listen to the lecture. Although he had seen the situation from afar during the day, it was even more thrilling to say it through Liang Diandian's sandalwood mouth. However, Liang Diandian's family had never seen the inside story in the building in person, so his description of Fan Xian's describing and his courageous description was a bit exaggerated, and he successfully created the perfect image of a young man that Qingguo should not have.

The girls in the garden all looked hot and embarrassed. They loved the imperial envoy, but they couldn't speak, but they dared not open their mouths. Even Masso tilted his head slightly to look in front of the pond. A few strange expressions appeared in his eyes.

Fan Xian swallowed a saliva, knowing that if he continued to watch, he would make many mistakes in life. The little girls were still developing, but the little sister-in-law and Liang Diandian were really charming. The eyebrows were as dark as black as red, the lips were as bright as red, and the eyes were full of despair. How could he see them again? He was about to cough and remind everyone, but when he heard a girl in the garden said something unexpectedly, he shut up and stood quietly in the backlight.

Sang Wen glanced at him in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, with her big eyes open and naively said, "Sisters, why haven't I seen the young grandma?"

Due to the current situation, Fan Xian and his group lived in Huayuan for several months and did not move to Hangzhou. During these days, Sisi brought these little girls to live in the garden. These girls naturally knew the name and identity of their benefactors. It was naturally a blessing for them to be the maids of the imperial envoy. But it has been so long since they had never seen the young grandmother, which made them a little strange.

Liang Diandian listened to this. He was slightly stunned and said nothing. The little girls didn't know that she was from Kyoto and naturally knew about the violent marriage between Fan Lin in her early years. The lady of the Lin family was the eldest princess' illegitimate daughter. This incident has gradually changed from the powerful and powerful court to the rumor circulating among the people. Although it has not been confirmed, not many people do not believe it. And everyone in the world knows that Lord Fan and Xinyang have long become incompatible. This matter...

A girl spat and scolded: "We are not qualified to discuss the affairs of the master family. Sister Sisi listened to it. Be careful of your mouth!"

The girl in front of her head smiled silly and said, "Hehe, actually... Xier just wanted to see what kind of fairy she gave birth to, who is worthy of the young master."

In their hearts, Fan Xian is naturally the most top-notch person, and naturally I am curious about what kind of person Lin Wan'er is.

"I heard that this young lady is also a virtuous lady." Liang Diandian suddenly turned her eyes and said with a smile: "But I heard that she looks so good, I'm afraid she won't be as good as Miss Sisi."

"That's right, how many people are worthy of the young master..."

"Hehe, I really don't know what to do in the future... By the way, isn't there a girl living in our garden? I just haven't seen each other a few times on weekdays, and she's so arrogant."

Liang Diandian said with a smile: "I heard... he is also a confidante of adults, but he is not Miss Sisi but an old man. This is a nameless person."

"Shut up!" The maid who knew Haitang's identity was difficult to curse Liang Diandian, so she had to catch the girl and quickly cursed: "I really want to die. Then the noble man is so despised that he can show you this dead thing."

Fan Xian couldn't listen anymore, so he coughed twice and walked to the place of light.

The maids were shocked, stood up one after another, calmed their energy, and said softly to Fan Xianqiqi's blessing: "I've seen the young master."

The name in Huayuan is still based on the rules in Kyoto houses.

Fan Xian looked at the little girls and shook his head, thinking that his yard was talking about this, and he didn't know how rumored outside was. However, he was also a person with a loose mind, and he was even more lazy and caring about how others complained. He slowly said, "It's late at night, go to bed."

The maids stuck out their tongues, bowed again, quickly tidied up their clothes, and quietly returned to their respective wings.

Only Liang Diandian and Massoso were shouted by Fan Xian.

Fan Xian stared at Liang Diandian's face that was naturally charming in his beautiful appearance, and did not speak for a long time.

Liang Diandian was slightly happy, but his face did not show it. Instead, he deliberately weakened and lowered his head timidly, showing his most beautiful side.

When Fan Lin, Kyoto was married. According to rumors, Fan Xian really loved the sick wife, so he knew that this little Lord Fan was a person who valued love. In the boudoir, Fan Xian was the lover of the girls' dreams. Although Liang Diandian grew up in Huafang since childhood, he was no exception, but he had more fun and thoughts.

Liang Diandian was very confident in her appearance, thinking that the young grandmother was far inferior to her, so she could be loved by Xiao Fan. I was afraid that this man liked to pity others, so he deliberately put on this look. Moreover, after the Suzhou branch of Baoyuelou opened, Xiao Fan never asked him to pick up customers. I think he was a little interested in him...

Feeling Fan Xian's unmoved gaze, Liang Diandian became more and more joyful, lowered his head shyly, and said nothing.

Sang Wen, who was standing behind Fan Xian, looked at this scene, and a disgusting smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Fan Xian suddenly spoke, "Everyone has the power to make themselves live better, so I am not disgusted with your thoughts."

Liang Diandian looked up in shock and met Fan Xian's emotional gaze. Only then did he realize that he had a wrong intention. He felt a thrill in his heart.

Fan Xian continued to say coldly: "But, I don't like it."

Liang Diandian was ashamed and dared not say anything.

"No one is born to serve people. If you don't want to be a member of the Baoyue Tower, let Sang convert you into Qing dynasty and earn the money back, you will naturally let you out of the building." Fan Xian stared at her beautiful cheek and said, "Sang Wen, pack her luggage and live in another place."

Sang Wen was stunned, but he didn't expect that Lord Tisi was so merciless, but he didn't dare to say anything. Liang Diandian, who had tears in his eyes, went into the house to clean up.

At this time, only Fan Xian and Massoso were left in the garden.

Massosuo suddenly spoke softly, "Sir, should Suso leave the mansion too, so as not to defile the tranquility of the garden?"

Fan Xian held the corners of his lips slightly, smiled bitterly, looked at the princess's blue sea-like eyes, straight nose, and deep and beautiful face, and said softly: "Live. Don't say much. Don't ask more, I like you very much. If you have the opportunity in the future, I will help you."

Masso was slightly surprised and looked up at Fan Xian. He seemed to have not expected that the other party would see everything clearly, and even more revealing that meaning. He couldn't help but say gratefully: "Thank you sir."

Fan Xian said calmly: "No thanks, I like to stand on the ice to watch the world."

Back in the house, Sisi had prepared hot water, washed her face, and put her feet into the hot water. Fan Xian sighed with satisfaction, then closed her eyes, and began to use tricks to repair the meridians that were injured by Ye Liuyun's sword energy today according to Haitang. Since he grew up, his practice methods were different from those of the world. The meditation process of the eight meridians was as simple as dozing off for him.

I don’t know how long I squinted, but my eyes opened slightly, and the true energy flowed all over my body. I found that it was much more comfortable, and I also found that the house was quiet, which made me feel a little strange.

Looking to the side, I found that Sisi had fallen asleep on the desk. She probably had been worried for too long during the day and waited for too long at night. The girl was a little sleepy at home.

Fan Xian smiled and did not wake her up. He pulled a towel and wiped the water on his feet clean. He walked gently behind her and put his robe on her, worried that she would catch a cold.

Standing behind Sisi for a while, looking at the sliver of hair beside the girl's white neck, he couldn't help but sigh, remembering how relaxed and happy it was when Sisi copied books in Danzhou. There was no external affairs at all. There was only a bean lamp, an inkstone, a bald pen, and a beautiful servant. The two of them sat together to copy the stone story. Although there was no fat, the little bit of beautiful handwriting also had a real fragrance.

He thought about it, gently pressed Sisi's neck with his right hand, rubbed her, and applied a little force on several acupoints to help her regulate her breathing and urge her to fall asleep. Then he carefully picked her up, put her on the bed, pulled her up and covered her with a thin quilt. Then he patted her face with confidence, and walked out of the room with his shoes.

The moment the door was closed, he seemed to see a safe and comfortable smile on his face, sleeping Sisi.

Dressed in clothes, tugging shoes, and shrugging shoulders, Fan Xian was wandering in the Huayuan without caring about his image. It seemed that he wanted to use the slightly whirlwind of night breeze from all sides to blow away the deep depression in his heart. Although the Huayuan sent by salt merchant Yang Jimei was gorgeous, it was a pity that he could not clear his heart.

There were too many things in his heart. Uncle Wu Zhu was not around and Wan'er was not around. He really had nowhere to tell, nowhere to discuss, nowhere to vent, nowhere to vent.

No one knows why he was so urgent and so desperate to make a big turn. Everyone in the land, including his friends, his subordinates, his enemies, and his relatives... seemed to have a wrong judgment on Fan Xian.

But this judgment is what Fan Xian is most angry about.

Everyone thought that Fan Xian could be ruthless in the struggle involving power, so people intentionally or unintentionally forgot the inextricable connection between him and the eldest princess. They just waited to see how he stepped on Xinyang on the ground, but they did not expect that Fan Xian not only had to step on, but also had to step on beautifully.

Fan Xian had no feelings for the eldest princess, but he had deep roots in love with Wan'er. After all, Wan'er is the eldest princess' biological daughter.

Everyone forgot this.

Everyone deliberately forgot this.

Fan Xian was very angry and gloomy, although he had made arrangements in secret, but he was still angry.

If one day, the eldest princess really dies at her own hands, what should Wan'er do?

There is no place to complain, no place to complain.

Fan Xian couldn't stop.

In the officialdom, in the world, in the world, and in the Huayuan, he took a step, bypassing the quiet pond. He walked through the neglected corridor, and simply subconsciously, he walked along the familiar stone path outside the quiet study room at the end of the Huayuan.

He looked up at the door and couldn't help laughing at himself. Why did he get here again?

In the new saying of the world, Wang Xianzhi lived in Shanyin, because he missed the Dai'an Road. He rode a boat all night in the snow. When the morning light was dim, the king came to Dai's door and turned around before knocking on the door and left. The servant's chair was big. The king said, "I came here in my excitement and left after the excitement was over, so why should I see Dai?"

Fan Xian does not have such awkward manners of a celebrity, nor does he like to be tacit, nor does he be ashamed of being pretending to behave with Master Xu. Since he has come, he realizes that he has come to her to discuss and seek a way, at least to calm down his mind when facing a real dilemma.

So he stepped up the stone steps and nudged the moonlight door.

The study room was not bolted. For the past six months, she has been living in it, quietly living alone in the secluded place of Huayuan.

Haitang had already woken up when he came to the door, sat up from the bed, wearing a floral shirt, sitting at the head of the bed, looking at him with a smile.

There was no light in the study room, only the faint moonlight from outside came in, but with the realm of the two of them, they naturally saw everything in the house clearly and the expressions on each other's faces.

It was a little cold at night. Fan Xian rubbed his hands, turned around and closed the door, pulled his shoes to Haitang's bed, and without any hesitation, he lifted a corner of the brocade quilt, got in, sat on the other end of the bed, and looked at Haitang across the bed.

The quilt is very warm, with no fragrance, and just a clean and warm feeling.

Haitang looked at the scoundrel and said helplessly: "I must know that I have thought about it. I will still be ready to get married in the future."

Fan Xian rubbed his feet on the cotton cloth on the bed twice, sighed comfortably, and was a little surprised and disappointed. He didn't even touch Haitang's feet. It seemed that the girl opposite was sitting cross-legged.

He said, "I am an adulterer." Then he smiled and said, "You are a lewd woman."

"Of course." He said with a smile: "This is what was circulated outside."

Haitang glared at him.

Fan Xian said, "It's just one thing, I'm not willing to die. Although I'm a little better than others, I don't seduce you in a private relationship, how can I insist on you and I have a private life? Duoduo, I'm too dissatisfied. Today, I'm not saying a word of regret. Anyway, it's better for us to make other sense..."

How resentful these words are.

Haitang only sighed: "Although this festival has not been published, Sisi also showed it to me after copying it two days ago. In the seventy-seventh chapter, why do you want to use it to sarcastically? I am not Master Bao, you are not a pretty maid, and Ye Liuyun has not hurt you to death. She is pretending to be sad, but she doesn't know what is angry in her heart."

Fan Xian laughed at himself and shook his head without saying a word for a moment.

The bedroom converted into a study was so quiet that it was lost.

"I don't like to play with ambition." Fan Xian said softly: "You probably don't understand what I mean, but I really like to stay with you and talk."

Haitang's bright eyes shining in the darkness.

"But we are really ambiguous now." Fan Xian said with a smile: "I originally wanted to vomit the bitterness in my heart, but I didn't expect that I would be moved and find another bitter thing."

"Everyone will get married."

Fan Xian leaned halfway against the foot of the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "But why did I feel so unhappy when I think of you marry someone else in the future?"
Chapter completed!