Fan Xian was sitting in the car, thinking about the news that Fujiko Kyo had just reported at the palace gate, and was a little anxious. If he had known that his sister had returned to Kyoto in advance, he would not have cared about the prince's side consort. The silent thunder in the imperial study room had already rushed to Danbo Bookstore.

Three months ago, she received a letter from Ruoruo from Northern Qi. She knew that she could finally leave Qingshan and return to her hometown. Fan Xian was naturally happy. According to her sister's instructions, she asked Wan'er to carefully choose a good location for her sister's clinic in Kyoto.

Unexpectedly, Wan'er picked it up and finally picked it opposite Danbo Bookstore not far from Taixue. Fan Xian thought it was not bad, and the three brothers and sisters were also neighbors on the street, but he did not expect that Ruoru would reply earlier than what was said in the letter. And according to Fujiko Kyo, the girl had only stayed in the mansion for a while, and then rushed to the location of the clinic with great enthusiasm.

In the past two years, Fan Ruoruo was in charge of a chore on the Qingshan Mountain as a disciple of Master Kuhe. As a native of Nanqing and Fan Xian's sister, she still had some hard work even though she was supported by Mo Yun and Senior Brother Langtao of the Northern Qi royal family.

While presiding over the mountain gate, Fan Ruoruo often went down the mountain to treat the poor people in Northern Qi. She charged cheaply, had extremely good medical skills, and was famous, so it didn't take long. The entire Northern Qi knew that there was another doctor with kind heart and compassion in Tianyidao Gate.

This talented woman from Kyoto, after being taught by her brother for a long time, finally found her life goal. Once she found her, she became extremely persistent, otherwise she would not have been back to Kyoto and would not have stayed at home, but would have to watch the progress of the clinic.

Fan Xian rubbed his eyebrows curiously and wondered if his sister has become Hua Bianque or Fenghua? You must know that this was his most worried issue back then.

Today, Dongchuan Road is crowded with people and very lively. It is obviously not a festival date, but countless people are flooding with people watching the fun. People who don’t know the inside story will probably think that a juggling team is performing in it. Dongchuan Road is close to the Imperial Academy, and most of the people who are watching the fun are young students in the Imperial Academy. They stand on tiptoe and stretch their necks to look in, hoping to see the young lady of the Fan family who was famous in Kyoto back then, and they were born.

There are talented people in the country. Four or five years have passed. One of the famous talented men in Kyoto, He Zongwei, had already entered the court as an official and was very popular. The other Hou Jichang was far away in Jiaozhou and was about to be forgotten. As for the most famous ladies in Kyoto, Ye Ling'er was far away from Qingzhou and Lin Wan'er married as a wife, which could no longer be a topic on people's tea tables. Now the most popular in the gossip circle is the barbaric Miss Wang's family, the cowardice of Miss He's family, and the arrogance of several distant relatives of the royal family in the Imperial Academy.

To put it in a comment that Fan Xian once copied: Every generation is worse than the other.

But Fan Ruoruo is an exception. She was famous for her poetry in Kyoto, but later she became so beautiful that she became the first to be a member of the Imperial Hospital. She became a member of the Kuhe Sect and gained a great reputation in Northern Qi. How can people in her hometown forget it? At noon today, as soon as she appeared in the clinic, she was recognized by a teacher in the Imperial Academy. One transmission was spread to ten and ten hundred, and it became the most sensational news in Kyoto today.

Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the car window, frowned, and looked at the young scholars blocking the door of his bookstore and the unsigned clinic with some annoyance. He thought that these people were too lazy, and his face was a little displeased.

Looking at his expression, Mu Feng'er whispered coldly and said, "I'm driving these people away immediately."

Fan Xian refused to comment, Fujiko Kyo said softly, "I'll go and clear the shop." Fan Xian nodded.

He has finally maintained his clear status in the minds of scholars over the years. He has successfully washed away a lot of dark colors in the Supervisory Office. How could he bear to let Mu Feng'er be corrupted? I don't know what Fujiko-kyo said after getting off the car. The pedestrians and scholars blocked Dongchuan Road suddenly dispersed. A large area of ​​land was empty at the intersection. However, when the scholars passed by the black carriage, they saluted to the carriage very respectfully, and then quietly retreated.

It seems that these people knew the identity of the man in the carriage, so they naturally did not dare to neglect them, especially those scholars who regarded Fan Xian as an idol. In addition, Fan Xian is still in the position of a professor in the Imperial Academy, so how dare they stay? It can make the scholars bow their heads and talk about each other, proving that Fan Xian is not just as simple as a powerful person.

Dongchuan Road became quiet. Fan Xian got off the carriage, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and walked into the clinic opposite the bookstore with a smile. Without even checking how Wan'er had rectified the place, he glanced directly in. Unexpectedly, he did not look at Ruoru's face, but only looked at the thin brocade jacket and slightly thin waist.

Fan Ruoru didn't notice the changes outside the clinic at all. At this time, she had already escaped from the loss of consciousness and was squatting in the inner room to sort out the medicinal materials. She also brought back some rare precious medicines in Nanqing from Qingshan, Northern Qi, and was thinking about how to store them.

Listening to the footsteps coming from behind, Fan Ruoruo did not get up and said directly: "The door has not been opened yet. If it is not a hurry, please come again in two days."

Listening to this voice, Fan Xian was happy. Adding the heart of the doctor in this sentence made him laugh with satisfaction, and said behind her: "If you really have illness, how can you wait for you to come back to treat it? Could it be that my own medical skills are not bad?"

Hearing this familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice, Fan Ruoruo's body trembled slightly, but immediately returned to calmness. He stood up, tidied up his clothes with Fan Xian on his back, turned his head slowly, bowed slowly, and said, "Brother is here."

Although she deliberately suppressed her emotions, the eyebrows on the girl's face, the light in her eyes, and the curve of the corners of her lips all showed her inner joy.

Looking at the joy on Ruoruo's sister's face, Fan Xiandi felt no reason in his heart, not knowing why, for no reason. He stared at his sister in a daze, looking at the familiar face that had not been seen for several years, looking at the familiar ice and snow on his eyebrows, turning into the light of the three springs in front of his own ground, and sighed softly.

Then he took a step forward and gently touched his sister's head.

Ruoru lowered his head slightly and habitually turned to the side.

Just like in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Fan Xian came to Kyoto for the first time. When he entered Sinanbo Mansion, the long-separated brother and sister only needed some words and a small action to dispel some strangeness caused by time, and returned to the situation between the active monkeys and the sick little monkeys many years ago, and to the words that were all around the world and entrusted with geese.

Fan Xian found a box and sat down. Looking at his still busy sister, he said, "Why did he arrive so early?"

"Brother, are you back early?" Fan Ruoru responded with a smile, raised his arms and pursed his sweat and spread his temples: "There was no delay on the road, it was a few days ago."

"I went south for thousands of miles and didn't say I had a good rest at home for two days. Naturally, my sister-in-law arranged the matter in the clinic. Just ask for consultation and don't worry about it."

Fan Xian looked at her in disagreement and found that although her sister was still so thin, she seemed much better in spirit. Perhaps because she often practiced medicine in remote rural areas in the past two years, her skin became darker, and even the layer of ice and snow that was common in her eyebrows gradually disappeared.

Although he often exchanged letters, he could not take care of Zhou Quan, who was by his side. Fan Xian felt a little guilty. He arranged everything for the divorce country when he was the first to do so. He sighed when he looked at his sister, but he didn't know if she had been in good health in the past two years.

"I have changed the maids and maids in the mansion. I don't know anyone. I don't even find someone to talk to. I sat in the flower hall for a while. I thought I would come to the bookstore to check it out. I didn't expect that the place my sister-in-law picked was opposite the clinic." Fan Ruoru naturally pulled his brother up so that he would not break the box where he put the medicine. He said, "If you sit on your butt, how can you use it?"

"Who am I? I am a poet. If it is spread, I'm afraid others will pick this box of medicine to buy." Fan Xian told a very cold joke, and then said in surprise: "Where is your sister-in-law? Where is Sisi?"

Shangshu Fan brought Liu to Danzhou to retire and took away half of the maids and servants in the old house. In addition, the village needed staff, so the maids had to be married when they were old. In just a few years, the entire Fan Mansion had become a little unfamiliar to Fan Ruoru.

Fan Xian noticed this very sensitively. He thought that even the sleepy girl Sixiu had become a county magistrate's wife. Over the years, Kyoto has changed too much, so it would be better not to let Ruruo get used to it.

"Sister-in-law and Sisi took Teng to the farm." Fan Ruoru looked at him curiously, as if he was puzzled why his brother asked such a stupid question. "I just entered the city with Tengko-kyo today, and of course I didn't meet them."

However, all the big families have their own farmland and forestry industries outside Kyoto, let alone big families like Fan. Fan Xian often traveled in these farmlands in previous years, but he did not expect that winter should be the time to prepare for the end of the year. Wan'er and Sisi, who are now in charge of the Fan family's industry, are very busy.

He rubbed his eyebrows with some headaches and said, "It's a big deal when you come back. No matter how busy you are, you should wait in the mansion."

Fan Ruoru glanced at him and said unhappily: "You and I have come back three days in advance. Who can have that magical idea?"

Fan Xian slapped his butt and stood up, smiled and said, "I can at least calculate that you should be hungry at this time."

Now the two houses in Fan's house have been opened, and the garden has been changed, and even the people living inside are not very different. Fan Xian is still used to living with Wan'er Sisi in the new house. The old house where his father lives is empty, and a servant has already cleaned up Ruoru's room back then. Just as it turned out, Fan Ruoru followed Fan Xian to see, thinking about the more than ten years of spending in Kyoto, his eyes turned red.

Fan Xian is the character who most does not want women to cry. Of course, except for his dead mother-in-law, he quickly fooled Ruoru to the flower hall. At this time, there was no one in the mansion. The brother and sister sat opposite each other, toasting each other with wine, eating a scattered seas, and talking about their respective lives after separation. It was quite pleasant. But when talking about the rebellion in Kyoto, Ruoru was extremely worried. When talking about the loneliness on the green mountains and the gazes of the people of Northern Qi, Fan Xian looked a little angry.

"How about the younger brother there now?" Fan Xian put down his wine glass and asked. Fan Sizhe has been dealing with the northern industry. Although the two brothers have been in correspondence with each other and have different information, he still asked habitually. From the words of his sister, Fan Xian realized that Sizhe had worked hard to live in the north. Although the Northern Qi royal family did not do anything on the surface, they also made some inconspicuous stutters in the dark.

Fan Xian pondered for a moment and said, "The jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved. The little emperor of Northern Qi will not really turn against each other for a while, so he will stay there."

In the past two years, Fan Sizhe returned to Kyoto twice. In the ninth year of Qingli, he also spent the Spring Festival in Danzhou. However, now the Fan family is forced to be separated from each other, so it is extremely difficult to get together. Whenever he thinks about this, Fan Xian feels unhappy.

The problem is that His Majesty can't allow him to resign at such a tense moment, and his father shouldn't be staying in Kyoto anymore and staying in Danzhou to take care of his grandmother is better than always worrying about having an unfortunate end.

Fan Ruoru nodded, unable to doubt his brother's words in his heart. Whether it is his younger brother or himself, he truly has a completely different life than the most fulfilling child of the powerful.

"Let's rest first today, and then talk well tomorrow. Old Wang is not here. I have something to say. I have nowhere to say anything." Fan Xian murmured a few words in a daze. He vented his rare depression. In this world, except for Lin Dabao and Wang Qinian, it is of course the most suitable Uncle Wu Zhu and his sister who has been influenced by him too much.

Fan Xian even dared to say ruthless words to these four people. The problem is that Dabao is too stupid and can't speak. Wang Qinian ran away, Wu Zhu Uncle escaped, and his sister is not here... but he finally came back.

This feeling is so good. Fan Xian couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He didn't know how much wine he drank, so he naturally refused to take pills to relieve himself. While he was drunk, he actually lay on the table and fell asleep.

Fan Ruoru looked at his drunk brother and shook his head helplessly, instructed his servants to carry him back into the room, then personally covered him with a quilt, tidy up his long black hair, and carefully took out a few needles from his hair - just like when Fan Xian was injured before his wedding a few years ago.

Back in his room, Fan Ruoru looked at the few fine needles with various lights on his hand. He couldn't help but smiled slightly. He thought that his sister-in-law should also know these poison needles. Isn't they afraid of problems when they are intimate? Or do they have to clean up every night?

She immediately realized that she shouldn't think about this problem, and she blushed secretly and quickly put the fine needle into the box - Fan Xian's last trick to save his life was originally made by the brother and sister in the back house, so she naturally knew what to do.

The house is old, the bedding is new, the people are old, and the thoughts are old. Fan Ruoru sat quietly at the table, looking out from the window at the garden outside, thinking of his brother's previous happy appearance, and was a little dazed. From the conversation, she knew that although her brother had lived in Kyoto in the past few years, there was always a sense of inexplicable pressure, which made him unable to be happy.

She sighed, put on her jacket, walked out of the room, and walked under the old moonlight in the garden. In the room behind her, she looked for a shadow to tell how bright its dream was. The moonlight on her body was as bright as in previous years, but why did she feel more and more anxious when she saw it.

But Fan Ruoru clearly knew that all this was just false, and no matter whether his thoughts could be tolerated in this world, the most important thing is that since many years ago, his brother habitually took care of himself as a child. Ji Yue had never had such thoughts in his heart.

She couldn't help but smile helplessly, thinking that the clinic should be opened as soon as possible. There are so many poor people in the world who need their own help. Why bother with this early winter scene and think about these children's feelings that are hard to express.

Once she thought about these matters, the moonlight that shone on her beautiful face seemed calm. Years of life in the north have greatly changed the temperament of the girl's family. There is no longer that indifference in the calmness, but it is a little more calm and able to take it and let it go.

Not to mention the sensation caused by Miss Fan’s return to Beijing, just talking about the Fan’s mansion became much more lively. After getting the news, Lin Wan'er and her party rushed back from the farm. When they met, they felt intimate. Especially when they saw their niece and nephew, Fan Ruoru was even more happy.

The family is happy, which is an anomaly in the Kyoto mansion, but this atmosphere cannot be maintained for long because Fan Ruoru is anxious to open a clinic, and the palace also let Fan Xian take Ruoru into the palace to see the palace.

Someone did the work in the clinic, and it only took a day to meet him. However, the second generation of young people in the Fan Mansion could no longer be idle. Fan Ruoru studied art in Qingshan for several years and returned to Beijing for the first time, so naturally many elders and relatives wanted to visit him.

The first stop is undoubtedly the Prince Jing Mansion with great relationship with Fan Mansion.

If it were the past, this kind of movement was extremely ordinary, but the problem was that Fan Ruoru almost became Prince Jing's daughter-in-law, but later she was sent by Fan Xian to Kuhe's disciple of Northern Qi. Prince Jing has been remembering this for the past two years. When he saw Fan Xian, he sighed. The situation between the two families was a little awkward, so Fan Ruoru knew that he was going to the palace and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
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