Chapter 41: Big brother, don’t talk about the second brother

Fan Xian was holding the sword and smiling bitterly.

Then after my father entered the house, he immediately changed into the most sincere smile and said, "My father, have you been back so early?"

Fan Jian nodded, sat down in front of the bed, and said, "The Ministry of Revenue has not had much work recently, so naturally there is no need to stay there all the time." After saying this, he handed over a piece of oil paper and said, "The buns from Xinfeng Pavilion... The third prince has been silent for the past two days. The old man thought that he had been outside for a year and was very careful. Although he knew the news of your injury, he could not come out for a while. He just remembered that you like to eat Xinfeng Pavilion's buns, so he bought them and sent them to you."

Fan Xian took the paper bag that was still warm, took out a carefully ginger from it, and found that the oil soup in the big bag was not very hot. Fan Jian couldn't help frowning and shook his head when he looked at his son like this.

Fan Xian took a bite and then placed the paper bag on the table. Subconsciously turned his head and looked at the snow on the windowsill, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Don't think about going out again." Fan Jian saw what his son was thinking and said coldly: "I asked you to sneak out to Chenyuan the day before yesterday. Just be content. Now the snowy road in Kyoto is slippery, and you are so injured again, so I don't know how to be more at ease."

Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "I am so popular? It's impossible for everyone to come and stab me, let alone in Kyoto, can anyone dare to take action?"

Fan Jian sneered: "How big a difference do you think is the inner city outside Kyoto City, just over a dozen miles away?"

After a moment of silence, he whispered: "You'd better be calm for the time being in this matter, your Majesty will naturally seek justice for you."

Fan Xian responded respectfully, but he was not thinking in his heart. Chen Pingping and Fan Jian seemed to be judging the emperor's attitude. The two old men naturally acted in private. They just kept it from Fan Xian and didn't want him to get involved too deeply. But Fan Xian knew that it was himself who was hurt, and that he was the one who was the first to bear the brunt. It was really not in line with his principles of being a human being.

As for what the emperor would do next, Fan Xian could vaguely guess a little through conversations with Chen Pingping. However, the blood exchange in the court did not seem to have much to do with him.

After his father left the house, Fan Xian turned his eyes twice, stretched his waist, and tried it, and found that the wound on his back had almost healed. His medical skills and his abnormal physique were indeed very suitable for a life like dancing on the tip of a sword.

He got out of bed and put on clothes and shoes. He tried to be quieter so as not to disturb the maid who served him in the outer cabin. He frowned and thought for a while, and felt that the box should be safe to be kept. There were many smart people in the world, and anyone who was too smart would never think that he would make a fool of himself.

Thinking about everything, he gently pushed open the innermost cotton curtain, and a hot air rushes into his face in the furnace outside. He crushes a pill between his fingers. The fragrance gradually becomes more and more fragrant.

The maid with a frown and eyes was sleepy by the furnace. When she saw the young master coming out, she was shocked, but when she smelled the fragrance, she immediately re-entered her dream. Fan Xian turned his head slightly and looked at the maid's silly appearance, and couldn't help laughing. Siqi, the girl, seemed to be trapped by herself in her life. Wan'er went to Hangzhou to think about the long road, so she didn't take this girl. Unexpectedly, she had to send her to sleep after returning to Beijing.

Wrapped in a thick fur, Fan Xian carefully sneaked along the corridor to the back door. In the house, Teng and his wife were all there, and the control of the subordinates was a bit loose. In this snowy sky, the master did not give instructions. The servants and girls liked to hide in the house and be lazy, so it happened that no one noticed Fan Xianqiao's behavior along the way.

Of course, when you were about to approach the big iron gate, there were always guards guarding there. However, when Fan Xian glared, the guards had to pretend to be mute. The young master, the old master, after all, were all masters, and they would not be able to offend anyone.

After leaving the mansion easily and getting on the ordinary carriage, Mu Fenger carefully helped him into the car, and carefully sealed the cotton curtain at the car window. Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I just want to see some scenery. What should I do if you seal it?"

Mu Feng'er smiled and didn't dare to say anything else. She put on a raincoat to cover the lotus clothes of the Supervision Institute inside. She shook her wrist and turned the whip in the air for several turns, and brought a few snowflakes, and the carriage slowly started to move.

The swordsmen followed in the dark, and some spies from the Supervision Institute disguised as passers-by also reunited among the few Kyoto pedestrians.

The carriage walked to a lively place in Kyoto, carefully avoiding pedestrians.

Fan Xian lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside. He saw that the shops on both sides of the street were still open. The vendors who made snacks were holding big umbrellas and used the heat in the pot to resist the severe winter temperature. There was nothing unusual about what he saw a year ago.

He couldn't help laughing. The assassination of the imperial envoy was indeed a great event for the court. For these folk people, it must be the most talked about in the past few days. However, things don't affect too much. Those who should do small business still have to do small business. Those who should have headaches with surplus food at home will have headaches. The assassination of his own will make the court more restless, and there has not been much change in the daily life that has lasted for thousands of years.

Suddenly, he was shocked and stared at the people in the neighboring street without diverting his sight for a while. Those people who were obviously masters were vigilantly guarding a young man. The young man had obviously dressed up, but he could not hide it from Fan Xian's eyes. He was shocked.

"Follow up." Seeing the pedestrian buying something and getting on his carriage, Fan Xian ordered urgently.

Mu'erfeng nodded, lifted the reins of the horse and followed.

Two carriages walked around the bustling street one by one and then turned to a relatively quiet and luxurious neighborhood. It was early at this time, and entertainment life had not yet begun in winter, so the buildings on the street were a little quiet, only the best position in the middle of the street, the red lights of the brothel were already hanging high, and the cotton curtains were heavy to hide the wind. The spring scenery inside attracted the male creatures in the bitter wind and snow outside.

It is Kyoto's most famous Baoyue Tower.

Fan Xian frowned as he watched the pedestrian get off the carriage and walk into the building, thinking, could he be really dazzled after being hurt? He was full of lawsuits. Without thinking, Mu Feng'er drove the carriage into the inner courtyard of Baoyue Tower from a road next to him, and stopped outside the lakeside door behind the building.

He was the real boss of Baoyue Tower. When the nanny waiting at the back door saw him getting off the carriage, he was shocked and thought to himself that this man was seriously injured. Why did he still have the intention to come to the building to inspect? But he didn't dare to say anything. On the one hand, he quickly sent someone to notify the second shopkeeper Shi Qing'er, and while carefully welcomed Fan Xian to the most beautiful independent courtyard by the lake.

Fan Xian shook his head, thinking about the person he had met before. He walked directly through the snow on the lakeside and slowly walked into the Baoyue Tower. He went up the third floor and came to the room of the exclusive owner. Fan Xian calmed down a little. Listening to the slight words from inside, he couldn't help but curl up his lips and laughed.

The old lady didn't dare to say anything behind him, and she didn't even dare to cough. She sent someone to notify the second shopkeeper before, but there was no way, just hoped that the people in the house would be more careful in their words.

After listening quietly for a long time, Fan Xian pushed the door open and entered.

"who?"

With a hissing, the sound of the scimitar being unsheathed came. A chilling sword intent came to his face. Fan Xian did not hide, nor did he avoid, and walked forward with an ugly face.

The person who used the sword was wearing ordinary clothes, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of vigilance and calmness. The sword never returned, but when he looked at the young noble man in front of him, he did not avoid it. He knew something was different, so he pulled the sword back, his true energy strife and his face was flushed.

Mu Feng'er, who was following Fan Xian, also entered the door, turned around and closed the door, and then smiled gently at the swordsman. She thought she would be a colleague in the future.

At the same time, the pedestrian who entered the room first had already stood up and surrounded the first one.

Then came two crisp sounds of buzzing sounds. A woman and a young man fell to the ground at the same time. The two looked at Fan Xian in a daze and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Put down the knife!" The young man woke up first and cursed at his entourage, "Are you looking for death?"

The followers looked at each other and wondered who the person was. How did the boss be so excited?

Fan Xian was not excited and walked to the boy. He bent his fingers and knocked him hard. With a burst of noise, a red envelope suddenly appeared on the young man's slightly fat cheek.

"Looking for death!" Fan Xian cursed angrily: "Who told you to come back?"

The boy pouted and said with great grievance: "Brother, I miss home..."

He dared to leave the room, even Shi Qing'er, who wanted to defend the young man, was driven out by Fan Xian. He then sat on the chair in the middle with a big sword and looked at the respectful young man in front of him, and did not speak for a long time.

After a long silence, Fan Xian sneered and said, "The boss is so majestic now... all the masters from Northern Qi are used as bodyguards. It seems that my brother has no sense of existence."

The young man in front of him is certainly not a person. He was driven to Northern Qi by Fan Xian more than a year ago. Now he has fully accepted the Cui family's industrial route and a business genius who manages smuggling affairs between the Northern Qi royal family and Jiangnan Fan Xian, the second son of the Fan family, and the face of the woman who always has a little boring little trick on his face... Fan Sizhe.

Fan Sizhe approached his brother, carefully rubbed his shirt for him, and chuckled in a low voice: "Are you rich? What kind of master can't be hired?"

Fan Xian was so angry that he shouted, "Why did you come back so secretly? Don't you know that the world's captain documents are still hanging?"

Fan Sizhe smiled and said, "That was just a piece of waste paper. I took a look at the gate of Cangzhou City. I was already soaked in the rain. How could I see my appearance?"

Fan Xian couldn't help but curse, "Don't be smiling all the time! Tell me what's going on? What's the matter when I came back secretly? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Fan Sizhe was speechless for a moment, scratched his head for a long time and said, "In a few days, it will be his father's birthday..."

Fan Xian was stunned, and then he remembered this thing. Looking at his younger brother's face, which was obviously much thinner than a year ago, he couldn't help but sigh. He thought that he had been alone in Northern Qi for more than a year and had to deal with so many complicated things at such a young age. He felt soft and couldn't bear to scold him anymore. He shook his head and said, "Let's go back, you have to say it in advance."

Fan Sizhe said aggrievedly: "I want to say it first... you definitely won't agree."

Fan Xian suddenly thought of a question and frowned and said, "Where is Lao Wang? He is watching you in the capital... Why didn't he notify me when you left?"

He snorted coldly and looked at his younger brother without saying a word.

Fan Sizhe's eyes rolled twice, a little anxious, and after a while hesitated, "Has Mr. Wang been back too? I'll follow him all the way to the barrier... This, brother, don't blame him."

Fan Xian slapped the table and roared: "This old face has arrived in advance? Why didn't you notify me? You are so unlucky! You dare to hide anything from me."

Fan Sizhe trembled and didn't dare to say much. He knew that this brother was really angry and beat someone... he was really willing to kick him with his feet!

"Since I'm back, why not go home?" Fan Xian said with a frown.

Fan Sizhe was slightly stunned, and then a ruthless smell appeared on his face: "Brother, I heard about that as soon as I entered Beijing yesterday. I was afraid that I would cause trouble for you when I went home... In addition, hasn't the court not found out yet? I just wanted to see if there was any news on Baoyuelou, so I stayed here first to see if I could help you."

Fan Xian actually eavesdropped on these words outside the house. At this time, he was even more moved when he heard his younger brother say them in person. He gently patted his head and sighed: "What trouble is that? Your Majesty is not unaware of your affairs, who dares to do so? Go home with me later. As for the news about the land of the hu Yuelou, if I need it, I will naturally ask someone to come over and ask, you are a serious businessman, don't participate in these matters."

He couldn't help glaring at his younger brother again and said, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking in your winter melon's head... I'm afraid I'll scold you when I go home, so I want to make some things to make me happy. Don't play this with me, and put this thought on my parents. I haven't seen you for more than a year. I don't think about how hard you think, but I can still bear to stay outside. If you talk about this, it depends on how your mother deals with you. I won't plead with you."

Fan Sizhe nodded aggrievedly, thinking that it was not your power, but he was timid in his heart and did not dare to knock on the door.

"Grow taller." Fan Xian looked at him with a smile and patted his shoulder. He hadn't seen him for a year, and he was excited and happy. "He has also become stronger... It seems that he has lived in Northern Qi well."

Fan Sizhe was about to complain about some pain and complain about the report of his future sister-in-law, but he heard the sound of knocking on the door outside the door. The knocking on the door was extremely gentle and subtle, like crying and complaining, and as painful as losing his father.
Chapter completed!