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He really envied the scene of reading in the red sleeves and fragrant night when he was studying in his previous life, so he forced Sisi to write with him for a long time, smelling the incense burning indoors, and the body fragrance of his daughter's house, the soft brush tip and the paper touched softly, enjoying the wonderful feeling of extraordinary peace.

But when he thought that if the matter of writing a book was spread, he would probably bring him a lot of unnecessary trouble, so he decided to write it alone in the future.

Fan Xian always felt that he had to prepare for his future life in Kyoto in advance, materially and spiritually. Long and beautiful articles like Dream of Red Mansions are definitely impossible to blurt out at a certain banquet like plagiarism, so he had to prepare in advance.

For some reason, he always felt that his future life would definitely be related to the center of Qingguo, the distant Kyoto, or the biological father of the high-ranking official in the court, or the yellow-haired girl in his impression, or the curious mother he had never met before.

He thought about it and wrote down the things that Baoyu and Qin Zhonger could not be told to others this time. After the ink was dry, he put them in an envelope and prepared to send them to Fan Ruoru who was far away in Kyoto.

In the mansion of Danzhou Port, Fan Xian did not keep the manuscript. He wrote one in front of him, so he sent one in Kyoto. Because it was really hard for him to suppress the desire in his heart to share the beautiful experiences of his previous life with people in this world, just like someone who has the most beautiful jade in the world and has never seen it before. He hid it under the bed for many years, and his heart would be itchy, and he always wanted to let everyone in the world - no, there should be at least one person who knew that this jade was so beautiful.

A collector who collects famous paintings for his whole life without showing them is not a pervert, then a thief who steals the painting.

And Fan Xian knew that he was definitely not a pervert. Although he was indeed a thief, the wonderful thing was that no one in the world knew about it.

So Fan Xian completely ignored Fan Ruoruo's age and kept sending the manuscript to her on a monthly basis, and then told her that the story was called the Stone Story, written by a man named Cao Xueqin. He met by chance, got some manuscripts from him every month, and shared with his sister, how...

Although there are still passages like Qin Keqing's dream of Baoyu and Baoyu's first test of the love of the clouds and rain in the first chapter of Dream of the Red Chamber, Fan Xianli is sure that the little girl, under the influence of her letters for several years, would not regard these as a beast, nor would she regard her brother as a lewd person.

As expected, Fan Ruoruo got Cao Gong's writings and read them ignorantly. He looked at them like peonies and chewed them. However, he slowly tasted some taste. Especially after seeing Daiyu entering the mansion, he began to feel good. He would send a letter every month to urge his brother to ask more of Cao Gong.

When Fan Xian received the letter, he couldn't help but feel depressed. He thought that the manuscript was gone, so it was impossible to update it too quickly. When he copied seventy or eighty chapters in the future, he would still end up as a eunuch.

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After finishing his career as a copywriter, Fan Xian began to read books like usual. There were many miscellaneous books in his study, which were sent from the Earl's Mansion of Kyoto. Whenever he thought of this, his impression of the father he had never met would change. At least the other party knew what was the most important thing in a person's growth process.

In a country without AV and without pitfalls, Fan Xian’s method of resusciting his bored life is not only apart from playing hide-and-seek with his body every day, which makes the maids blush and shy, but he can only read these miscellaneous books in the study.

The content of the book covers a wide range of contents, from farming to the laws of the Kingdom of Congregation, and some scriptures in this world are filled with entire layers of bookcases like bricks.

This bookcase was made by Fan Xian in his mind. The style is very simple. Each layer contains rue herbs produced in Yaozhou. This grass can best prevent the worm from eroding books. However, it seems that few people in the world know about it, so they are just used as ordinary spices in Beppu.

After reading the books over the years, Fan Xian discovered many shadows he had learned in the past life from those scriptures, but the way he expressed was slightly different. This understanding made him plagiarize Han Feizi and Xunzi's grandsons, and thus became the idea of ​​a generation of academic masters.

No matter which aspect of learning, including poison recognition, practice, and study, Fan Xian is very serious, and he is completely accumulating his calmness and hard work that is not in line with his age. Because he understands that he does not have much more than others, and he has not come to a perfect world with an average IQ of fifty. The advantages he can have are just a little bit of knowledge accumulated from the earth society, and the initial moment of awakening that is much earlier than ordinary children's enlightenment.

A light sound came from the oil lamp, and a small ball of lanterns popped up, and suddenly became a little brighter. Fan Xian was reading a book at his desk and gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning and finished washing up, Fan Xian went to the old lady's bedroom to greet him before going to the hall for breakfast. Since the assassin happened, Fan Xian looked at his grandmother again, which was very different from before. In addition to paying him a happy morning and afternoon for many years, he would often chat with his kind-looking grandmother and tell a few jokes to make the old man happy.

"I heard that one day, His Majesty the Emperor summoned the Prime Minister, the Consular Minister of the Senate, the Director of the Supervision House, the eunuchs in the palace, and a group of high-ranking officials discussed the country in the main hall. As a result, a meteor fell from the sky every day, and a meteorite flew down from the sky, smashed the top of the hall, and smashed all the ministers kneeling below. His Majesty quickly summoned the imperial physician to come for treatment and waited outside the ward. After a while, the imperial physician came out, and His Majesty hurriedly asked: Imperial physician, is the prime minister still saved? The imperial physician shook his head blankly: The prime minister is out of rescue."

In front of the joke, the old lady looked suspicious, not knowing why the child talked about the things in Kyoto. The old lady didn't know how many of these sinister things in power had experienced in person, so she was always cautious.

"Your Majesty asked again: Where is the consul minister? The Imperial Doctor shook his head in frustration: Oh... there is no help either. Your Majesty asked again: Eunuch Hong? The Imperial Doctor still shook his head. Your Majesty was furious and scolded: Who can save him? The Imperial Doctor was refreshed and said: Your Majesty Hong Fu, Qingguo has saved him!"
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