Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan is holding a sword and smiling.

Then, when the father entered the house, he immediately put on the most sincere smile and said: "Father, have you come back so early?"

Fan Jian nodded and sat down in front of the bed and said: "There is not much room in the family department recently. Naturally, you don't need to stay there." After saying this, he handed a paper bag and said: "The buns of the new wind museum ......The third day of the three halls is tacit, the old man thought that he stayed outside for a year, seeing the strict, although knowing the news of your injury, but can not come out for a while, just remember that you love the buns of the new wind museum, So people buy it and send it to you."

Fan took over the warm paper bag, took a careful note from the inside and took a bite and found that the oil in the big bag was not hot. Fan Jian looked at his son and couldn't help but frown and shook his head.

Fan took a sip and put the paper bag on the table. He subconsciously turned to look at the snow on the window sill, and his eyes showed a hint of envy.

"Don't think about going out again." Fan Jian saw his son's thoughts, and said coldly: "The day before yesterday, let you slip out of the door and go to Chen Yuan. You will be content. Now that the snow road in Kyoto is slipping, you are hurt like this. I don't know how to settle."

Fan leisurely laughed and said: "I am so popular? It is impossible for everyone to want to slap me a knife, not to mention in Kyoto, is there anyone who dares to do it?"

Fan Jian said with a cold smile: "Outside the city inside Kyoto, but a dozen miles, how much do you think is different?"

After he was silent for a while, he whispered: "This is a good thing to calm down for a while. Your Majesty will naturally seek justice for you."

Fan’s mouth should be respected. What I thought in my heart was not such a thing at all. Chen Pingping and Fan Jian seemed to be watching the emperor's attitude. The two old people also had their own actions under the private furniture, but they all glared at the leisure. I don't want him to participate too deeply. However, the fan is clear, the injured is his own, and the first one is his own, and it is very inconsistent with his own principle of being a man.

As for what the emperor will do next, through the dialogue with Chen Pingping, Fan Xian can guess a little, but the exchange of blood on the court seems to have little to do with himself.

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After the father left the house, Fan’s eyes turned round two times. Stretched a little, tried it and found that the wound on the back healed almost. His own medical skills and this abnormal physique are really suitable for dancing in the sword.

He got out of bed, dressed and put on his shoes, trying to be quiet, so as not to alarm the outside of the car to serve his maid. Sitting on the stool next to the table, he frowned for a moment, and felt that the box should be safe. There are so many smart people at this day, but those who are too smart will always think that they will be so noisy.

Think about everything. He gently pushed the cotton curtain in the innermost, and the outside of the aromatherapy furnace came out with a hot air. He crushed a pill between his fingers, and the fragrance became more and more fragrant.

The eyebrows and the naked maids were trapped by the aromatherapy stove. It was a surprise to see the young master coming out, but sniffing the incense, suddenly re-entered the dream. Fan Xian slightly tilted his head and looked at the maid's embarrassing appearance and couldn't help but laugh. This is the gimmick. It seems that this life is the life of my own fans. When I went to Hangzhou to think of the road, I didn’t bring this gimmick. I didn’t expect to send her to sleep after returning to Beijing.

Wrapped in thick cymbals, Fan leisurely sneaked down the back door to the back door. Nowadays, the vines are all in the house, and the people in the house are a bit sloppy. This snowy day, the host family Not telling, those servant hoes also like to hide in the house to be lazy, so it is a coincidence that no one found Fan Fan's behavior.

Of course, when you are close to the big iron gate, there are always guards there. However, Fan Xian blinked, the guards had to pretend to be dumb, the young master, the grandfather, and all the offenses are not ground.

It was easy to get out of the house, and on the ordinary carriage, Mu Feng carefully lifted him into the car, and carefully sealed the cotton curtain at the window. Fan leisurely shook his head and said: "I want to see some scenery, what are you doing?"

Mu Fenger smiled, did not dare to say anything, put on a rain, cover the inside of the supervision of the lotus, shook his wrist, the whip turned a few bends in the air, took a few snowflakes, the carriage Start slowly.

The swordsmen of the six dark places followed, and some of the guards who pretended to be passers-by were also among the few Kyoto pedestrians.

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The carriage ride to Kyoto is a lively place, carefully avoiding pedestrians.

Fan leisurely opened a corner of the curtain and looked out. I saw that the shops on both sides of the street were still open. The vendors who made the zero-mouthed were holding large umbrellas, using the heat in the pot to resist the harsh winter temperatures, and a year ago. What I saw was not the same.

He couldn't help but laugh. It is indeed a great event for the imperial court to be assassinated by the imperial concubine. For these folk people, it must be the most relished content of the past few days, but things can’t be affected too much. Buying or selling is still a small business, the headache of the rest of the family has a headache, their own assassination, more is to let the temple restless, for the ever-changing life of the year has not changed much.

Suddenly, his heart shook and stared at a few people in the neighboring street. Those who were obviously masters of the masters guarded a young boy with vigilance. The son was obviously easy to dress up, but where he could get through the eyes of Fan, his heart was shocked.

"Follow it." Watching the pedestrian buy something on his carriage, Fan hurriedly yelled.

Mu Erfeng sighed, and lifted the horse, and then followed.

The two carriages bypassed the bustling streets in tandem and turned to a relatively quiet and relatively luxurious neighborhood. At this time, it’s too early, and the entertainment life in the winter has not yet begun, so the building on this street is a bit quiet, only the best position in the middle of the street. The red light of the broth is already high, and the cotton curtain is heavily covered. The spring colors in the sky attract the male creatures in the hurricane.

It is the most famous Baoyue Building in Kyoto.

Fan leisure watched the pedestrians get off the carriage and walked into the building, frowning, thinking that he was really hurting his eyes? He was full of brains and lawsuits, and he did not want to let Mu Fenger drive in a carriage from the next road into the inner courtyard of the Baoyue Building, and stopped at the lakeside gate behind the building.

He is the real boss of Baoyuelou. He was seen at the back door and saw him coming down from the carriage. He was shocked and thought that this man was not seriously injured. Why do you still have time to visit the building? However, he did not dare to say anything more. On the one hand, he quickly sent people to inform the two treasurers, Shi Qinger, while carefully welcoming Fan Xi to the most beautiful independent courtyard on the lakeside.

Fan leisurely shook his head, thinking of the person he had seen before, walking directly through the snow on the lakeside, and slowly walked toward the Baoyue Building. On the third floor, outside the room of the exclusive owner, Fan Xian fixed the gods, listening to the slight words from the inside, could not help but slightly curled up, smiled.

The old man said behind him that he didn't dare to say that he didn't even cough when he coughed. He had sent someone to inform the two treasurers, and there was no way to do it. He just hoped that the insiders would be careful.

After listening to it for a long time, Fan took the door and pushed in.

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"Who?"

With a bang, the sound of the scimitar squirting sounded, and a chilling knife rushed to the surface. The partiality of the leisure is to hide and not hide, avoid or avoid, and walk facelessly.

The person who made the knife wore ordinary costumes, but the eyebrows were full of vigilance and calmness. The knife never came back, but looking at the young noble son in front of him, he did not avoid it. He knew that there was something different. The knife pulled back, and it was really flushed and flushed.

Mu Fenger, who followed Fan’s leisure, also entered the door, turned back to close the door, and then smiled gently toward the knife, thinking that it would be a colleague in the future.

At the same time, the pedestrian who first entered the house had already stood up and was surrounded by Fan Xian.

Followed by two crisp sounds, a woman, a tea bowl in the hands of a young Lang fell to the ground at the same time, the two looked at Fan Fan with a stunned look, half a word can not speak.

"Put the knife down!" The boy woke up and shouted at his entourage: "Looking for death?"

The followers face each other and wonder who the people are, how to make the big boss so excited.

Fan Xian is not excited. Going to the boy, the **** slammed down and slammed, and the young man’s cheeks suddenly had a red envelope.

"Looking for death!" Fan Xian screamed: "Who made you come back?"

The teenager pouted. The grievance said: "Brother, homesick...",

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Everyone dared to go out to the house, that is, Shi Qinger, who wanted to defend the boy for two sentences, was also rushed out by Fan. He sat down on the chair in the middle of the field and looked at the respectful young man in front of him. He did not speak for a long time.

After a long silence, Fan Xian sneered and said: "The big boss is now a good prestige... The ones around him are the masters of Beiqi, and it seems that my brother has no sense of existence."

The young priest in front of him is certainly not a neighbor. It was just a year ago that Fan was rushed to Beiqi. Now he has accepted the industrial route of the Cui family that year, and the business genius of the smuggling affairs between the Northern Qi Dynasty and the Jiangnan Fan. . The second son of Fan Fu, the face always has annoying little numb... Fan Siwei.

Fan Sizhen got in front of his brother and watched Li Yi squatting for him. He whispered: "There is money... what kind of master can't you?"

Fan did not fight in one place, and angered: "How come you sneak back? Don't you know that the sea catching instruments are still hanging?"

Fan Siwei smiled and said: "It was just a piece of waste paper. I glanced at the gate of the city of Zhangzhou. I was drenched by the rain. I can see where I look."

Fan Xian couldn't help but screamed: "Don't be old hippie smile! Tell me what's going on? What is it to sneak back? Why don't you tell me beforehand?"

Fan Siyi was a slogan. After scratching his head for a long time, he said: "After a few days, my father will live a long life..."

Fan Xianyi, this is what I think of this thing. Looking at my brother's face, which is obviously much thinner than a year ago, I couldn't help but sigh. I thought that he stayed in Beiqi for more than a year. It is pitiful to handle so many complicated things in such a small age. The heart was soft, I couldn't bear to swear more, and shook my head and said, "Let's go back, always say something in advance."

Fan Sizheng grievances said: "I have to say first... you must not agree."

Fan Xian suddenly thought of a problem. Frowning said: "What about Lao Wang? He looked at you in the capital... I didn't inform you when you left?"

He snorted and watched his brother not speak.

Fan Si's eyes turned two laps, some worried, and hesitated after a long while: "Isn't Wang Daren also coming back? I followed him all the way... This, brother, don't blame him."

Fan Xian took a photo on the desktop and shouted: "This old face is also ahead of schedule? Why didn't you inform me? You are really against the sky! Anything dares to glare at me."

Fan Sizhen shuddered and did not dare to say more, but he knew that this brother should be really angry and beaten... It is really worthy to use his ankle!

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

Fan Sizhen gave a slight glimpse, and immediately there was a hint of scent on his face: "Brother, I heard about that thing when I went to Beijing yesterday. I am afraid that I will go home to trouble you at this time... In addition, the court did not always check Come out? I just want to see if there is any news on the side of the building, so stay here first to see if I can help you."

In this case, Fan was secretly heard outside the house. At this time, listening to the younger brother’s mouth, he was moved. He patted his head and sighed: “Is it afraid of trouble? Your Majesty does not know you. Everyone, how dare you? I will go home with me. As for the news of Baoyuelou, if I need it, I will naturally ask people to ask, you are a serious businessman, don’t participate in these things."

He couldn't help but glance at his brother and said: "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking about in this melon's head... I am afraid to go home directly, I want to train you, so I want to make some things happy, don't play with me. This set, the use of this mind on the aunt, not seeing more than a year, do not want to think about how hard Liu Yan thinks you think, actually can bear to stay outside, if this matter goes up, see how your mom Packing you, I will not plead."

Fan Sizhen nodded and nodded, thinking that it was not under your power, he was close to the house and did not dare to knock on the door.

"It’s a little taller." Fan smiled and looked at him, patted him on the shoulder, and he didn’t see it for a year. His heart was excited and happy. "It’s also stronger... It seems to be good in Beiqi."

Fan Sizhen was preparing to complain about the bitterness, hitting the small report of the future nephew, but listening to the sound of knocking on the door. This knocking on the door is extremely gentle, extremely small, such as crying, hurting like a father.

Fan sneered a sneer: "Get in, let's do it, don't be sad here."

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