Chapter 21: Return of honor (2)

The sea breeze blew on Fan Xian's face, awakening him from his meditation. Sitting silently on this cliff, he passed all the stories after his rebirth in his mind. This was not only because he thought of Uncle Wu Zhu, but also because of this familiar cliff top that made him feel something.

Several years ago, Fan Xian, who was still a little boy on this cliff, made his three great wishes in front of Wuzhu.

Have many children.

Writing a lot of books.

Live a good and good life.

Uncle Wu Zhu concluded: Fan Xian needed many women, many gunmen, many servants, so he needed a lot of money, which was power, so the two went to Kyoto.

Today, Fan Xian has had many passes of the opposite sex in his second life. Although not many of them remain, they have no children yet, he is not in a hurry. He did not invite the gunman, but Dream of Red Mansions is about to write the end of the dead. He copied poems in front of the palace and copied poems in the beauty. There is no doubt that he himself grew up to the biggest gunman in the world.

As for money and power, Fan Xian also gained a lot, but... a good life?

He frowned and shook his head, people were always unsatisfied.

Memories and summary did not take him much time, and confirmed that Uncle Wu Zhu was not on the cliff. He rolled up his trouser legs very neatly and swept down like a bird along the familiar stone path between the cliff.

The reason why he returned to Danzhou was not in a hurry to see his grandmother, but came to the cliff because Fan Xian had been worried about Wuzhu. Although in the past six months, he had not shown any anxiety in front of others and behind others - of course, few people knew about Wuzhu's existence - but deep in his heart, he was very worried.

One day before leaving Kyoto, Chen Pingping told him the news of Wuzhu's injury in front of the Xiaochichi who was frozen like a mirror in the Supervision Bureau.

In this world, people who can make Wuzhu injured can count it with one hand. Last summer, the unknown battle with Kuhe, Wuzhu and Kuhe were recovered for several months respectively. This time... how long will Wuzhu take to recover from the wound?

Fan Xian was already used to Uncle Blind, but when he thought that Wu Zhu was injured this time, he still couldn't stop worrying and always felt that things were not that simple. The lack of news for half a year made him a little annoyed, so when he returned to Danzhou, he tried to find out the traces of Wu Zhu.

But Uncle Wu Zhu was not here, and he didn't know how his injuries were.

Taking advantage of the dusk, Fan Xian walked quietly into Danzhou City alone, where he grew up. He breathed in a greedy breath of the slightly salty and wet air. He became happy, but not salty and wet.

Walking through the city gate, through the cloth shop, and through the winery, the sky was a little dark, and no one noticed that this young man was the imperial envoy who was looking forward to by the people of Danzhou.

Walking all the way until he arrived outside the grocery store, Fan Xian closed his eyes and listened. Then he turned to the side alley, stepped on the moss that had not been marked with long-term footprints, took out an iron spoon from the dusty door, opened the back door, and flashed in.

The front and back rooms of the grocery store were covered in dust. The goods on the shelf might have been moved by the thief long ago. Only the cutting board in the rear was still there, and the thin knife marks on it seemed to tell the story of a young man cutting shredded radish.

Fan Xian smiled. He stepped forward and picked up the kitchen knife next to the cutting board and gestured twice. The kitchen knife was "presented" by Uncle Wuzhu. Uncle Wuzhu never left traces on the cutting board when cutting shredded radish, and he barely did it later.

The sorghum tasted really good under the shredded radish.

It didn't take too long to wait. When Fan Xian stood in front of his Earl's Mansion, the sun had not yet completely set at the foot of the mountain behind him, and the warm light was still reflected in the bustling Earl's Mansion.

Today is a big day for the imperial envoy to return to the countryside and visit his relatives. So the servants in the Earl's Mansion are busy, excited and proud. Everyone's faces are like the two big red lanterns hanging at the door of the mansion, with red faces and full of energy.

The officials from Danzhou City had no way to see each other, and had been politely invited away by the guests. At this time, the servants who were walking through the mansion were all servants and housekeepers in the mansion.

Fan Xian stood at the door of the mansion with a smile, looking at the familiar faces, and didn't know what he was thinking. There were a few strange faces that must have been summoned to the mansion in recent years.

"This young man's house should not stand at the door of the mansion." A manager frowned at the young man in white, but his tone was not very fierce. Under the care of his ancestors, the Earl's Mansion has always been extremely strict, and there are few things that bully the good and suppress the good.

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard a figure passing by in the mansion screaming.

"ah!……"

The screaming person was a little maid. She was blushing and staring at Fan Xian outside the door with her eyes lit up. She ran out in small steps and almost tripped by the high threshold. Fan Xian was so scared that he quickly helped her.

The little maid took off Fan Xian's hand like an electric shock, and sucked it with both hands. Seeing Fan Xian was so excited that she couldn't speak. The manager outside the door was curious. A few old men finally saw Fan Xian's appearance clearly in the dusk and shouted out.

The little maid finally woke up, her face flushed, and she screamed at the yard: "Young Master is back!"

"What?"

"The young master is back! Go and notify the old lady!"

"Young Master!"

As the news spread, the Earl's Mansion, which was originally a joyful atmosphere, was suddenly in an uproar, and a sound of footsteps moved toward this side. I didn't know how many people were coming to welcome Fan Xian home.

At this time, Fan Xian had already walked into the mansion under the leadership of the little maid, accompanied by Xiaoyi, the manager in the sect. Fan Xian looked at the men behind him who were intimidated and sneered, "I don't know what the road is yet? Go back."

The people said aloof and retreated unwillingly.

Fan Xian looked at the little maid beside him and felt familiar, but why did he not match the name. He couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's your name? Xiaoqing and Xiaoya are all right now?"

The little maid suddenly became sad and thought to herself, why did the young master forget her name less than two years after he went out? I heard from my sisters that the young master has been a good master who cherishes the maid since he was a child, and she was the most gentle and polite. She couldn't help but glance at Fan Xian with resentment and said, "Young Master, Sister Xiaoqing is already married. Sister Xiaoya is still in the mansion... I am Xiaohong."

"Xiaohong?" Fan Xian was originally not good at the little girl's resentful eyes. At this time, he heard the other party's name clearly and was so scared that he almost fell down. He stared at the little girl's pretty face, and could not believe it. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's only two years, why have you grown so old?"

As the saying goes, a girl changes eighteen years old. When Fan Xian left Danzhou, Xiaohong was just a twelve-year-old tea girl, but now she has become a big girl with a figure and a facial features. No wonder Fan Xian didn't recognize her at first.

Before the master and servant exchanged their feelings, they heard the noise coming from the west, chirping like countless birds flying over.

Fan Xian's eyes were sharp-eyed and he saw that his Tiger Guard, Hong Changqing and others were actually behind from a distance. This shows how anxious the women in front of the formation were.

A gust of fragrant wind blew, and the maids in the Earl's Mansion stopped not far in front of Fan Xian, looked at Fan Xian with joy on their faces, and then bowed slowly: "Please pay tribute to the young master!"

The maids' faces were mostly happy and excited, and occasionally there was a trace of sadness for two years.

At this time, the servants and servants of the Earl's Mansion also rushed over from behind and knelt down to salute Fan Xian.

For a moment, more than twenty people were kneeling in the garden. Xiaohong's maid stood beside Fan Xian and didn't know how to deal with him. Finally, she came to her senses and knelt down.

Unexpectedly, Fan Xian pulled her arm and smiled at the maids in front of him who had been together since childhood and scolded: "All of them! I didn't play this trick when I was at home. Why have I been away for two years... Do you dare to disobey my wishes?"

The maids laughed and stood up. They surrounded Fan Xian. Some asked about their well-being, some brought tea and water for him, some were holding fans, and naturally some were tidying up his clothes to satisfy the emptiness of the most beautiful man in the world for two years. They all had different parts of each other.

That's it, Fan Xian hugged him into the back garden.

Fan Xian looked at the strange-looking Hu Wei and Hong Changqing who were sitting next to the road, glared at him, thinking that he had grown up in a pile of makeup since childhood, or was he living a comfortable life like this. What do you guys think of?

As soon as I entered the back garden, I could hear a sentence.

"What kind of style?"

The maids who were holding Fan Xian smiled and let go of their hands. Fan Xian was intoxicated by the long-lost relaxation and happiness, and his most sincere smile appeared on his face and looked up the steps.

I saw an old lady full of nobleness looking at her coldly, while Wan'er was holding the old lady's left hand with a smile on her face. His highness, the third prince, was carefully holding the old lady's right hand. Sisi was holding a big umbrella and hiding behind the old lady, looking at Fan Xian with a smile, as if telling him... You are finished today.

The old lady who can have such a status can of course be the wet nurse of His Majesty the Emperor of Qing. She brought out an emperor, a prince, and a minister, and taught a ancestor of the Danzhou in Tisi, as well as the grandmother of Fan's family.

Fan Xian looked at the old lady's kind and calm face, and was very excited, and screamed strangely, and then rushed over.

Who knew that during the journey, the old lady had already shouted coldly: "Stop!"

Fan Xian was stunned and stood silly on the ground, looking at his grandmother, not knowing what mistake he had made again.

The old lady slowly looked at her grandson who had not returned for two years, and her eyes gradually moved from Fan Xian's face to the bottom of Fan Xian's face. She confirmed that the little guy had all his limbs and had not disfigured her appearance. Then she nodded with satisfaction, but when her eyes fell under Fan Xian's legs, her eyes still became cold.

"I washed my feet. I'm such a big man, and I don't care at all." The old lady scolded sternly.

Fan Xian lowered his head and looked at his feet full of mud. Then he realized that when he was climbing the mountain, he had already thrown away his shoes. He couldn't help but raise his head and said pitifully with a bitter face: "Grandma..."

"Wash first."

As soon as the words were finished, the maids laughed and brought the chairs to Fan Xian, went to make hot water to make hot water, and served Fan Xian to wash his feet. Another big maid went into the house to get Fan Xian's shoes wearing the floor a few years ago, turned his head and said with a smile: "Young master, I don't know if your feet are long."

Fan Xian let everyone clean up with a bitter face. Looking at Wan'er beside her grandmother, she couldn't help but glared. Piansheng Wan'er stuck out her tongue and smiled cutely. Wan'er was also curious. Her husband was a person who was not afraid of heaven and earth. Why did she meet this old lady when she went to Danzhou and met this old lady?

After washing his feet and putting on his shoes, Fan Xian leaned on the steps with his eyes wide open.

When the old lady saw the boy's expression, she knew that he had not made any good decisions. Suddenly, she thought of the crazy actions that the boy had made on the day he left Danzhou. She was shocked and scolded with a calm face: "...what is this monkey going to do?"

Monkey? Lin Wan'er and the third prince couldn't help laughing again.

The back garden prohibits ordinary men from entering, so those housekeepers, tiger guards, and Hong Changqing are all watching the fun outside. When others hear this, they will only think that Fan Xian crawled around on the roof of the rockery in the Earl's Mansion many years ago, while Hong Changqing wanted to jump up and down on the white sail boat. Lord Tisi jumped up and down, and couldn't help but nodded, thinking that the old lady's description was indeed exactly the same.

Fan Xian smiled and approached the steps, and heard that his grandmother was a little erotic and moved forward step by step.

The old lady panicked and pointed at Fan Xian and said, "Stand there, stand there, don't come again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Xian had already jumped over. The skill of the ninth-grade master was indeed not a porridge. He saw him holding the old lady and kissing the old lady fiercely on the face. With a pop, he actually made a kiss.

There was a happy laugh inside and outside the garden.

"Grandma, I miss you so much." Fan Xian said sincerely. Thinking of the fact that he had discovered that the wrinkles on his grandma's face were deeper than two years ago and became thinner, he felt a little sadness in his heart.

He helped his grandmother into the house and asked her to sit on the chair. Then he knelt on the ground, formally saw the ceremony again, and kowtowed three times.

"I heard that you have a girl in Suzhou?"

After the grandparents and grandson talked affectionately for a while, the old lady suddenly changed her mind and caught Fan Xian off guard.
Chapter completed!