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After talking to grandma about what he had seen and heard over the years and some interesting things he had personally experienced, he also had dinner in grandma's room, said good night, and then Fan Xian left the room.

Grandma didn't ask Fan Xian where he had been or what he had done over the years, and Fan Xian didn't say anything.

In the starry sky, three or two stars hang randomly. The night is dark and windy, which is the best night for killing people.

In the past few days and nights, Fan Xian had to guard against nights like this, because you would not know how many killers and assassins were lying under the window, under the locust tree, or on the eaves.

On nights like this, Fan Xian would fall asleep with his head turned around. Sometimes, he would stuff some clothes under the quilt, put a smaller piece of wood on the pillow, then hug the brick and wrap it in the quilt, just like this in the room.

Just put it on the wall or in the closet for one night.

I also slept under the bed!

It's not that he doesn't want Wu Zhu to protect him secretly, but there are some things that he can only rest assured and can only leave to Wu Zhu to handle, so he can only protect himself.

After so many years, his growth can be said to be a thousand miles, and the night taught him how to protect himself and then kill the enemy.

In the dark, he is stronger than during the day!

I still remember that there was a saying in the TV series Yan Shuangying in the previous life: The night is the best teacher.

For seven years in the Fan Mansion, Fan Xian basically had no sleep at all. After eight years of wandering outside, he still had no sleep at all in the first five years. In the next two years, his power gradually took shape and became strong enough to no longer

I have to do everything myself, and I can finally sleep peacefully.

But I still make a habit of hiding a brick under my pillow.

The iron kind!

The point is ironclad!

Circle it, you have to take a test!

He raised his head and let the night wind blow over his face, feeling cool but still feeling refreshed. He stood with his hands behind his back and remained silent and motionless for a long time.

After a long time, Fan Xian opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Kyoto, with a flash of blood in his eyes.

"Now I am also a chess player. If you want to play, I will slowly play with you. I want you to experience the feeling of sleeping in a wardrobe or sleeping under the bed!"

Suddenly, Fan Xian raised his hand and pointed a finger in the air, and his inner force took shape, and the sword energy between his fingers!

Something fell from the sky.

A figure in blue walked out of the darkness, picked up something on the ground, came to Fan Xian, and said respectfully: "Sir, this is a carrier pigeon." Then he took off the thumb-sized bamboo tube tied to the feet of the carrier pigeon and handed it to him.

To Fan Xian.

Fan Xian glanced at the girl in blue, took the small bamboo tube, took out the note inside, and looked at the content on it, his expression remained calm.

Such news doesn't even make him blink. Butler Zhou, he didn't take this person seriously before, and now he won't treat him as a dish.

He squeezed his palm and opened it again. The note had turned into powder.

There is still one year before the plot begins, one year...

Fan Xian continued to refine his plan and itinerary for this year in his mind while walking towards his room.

Open the courtyard door, flower stand, bamboo tube, medicine basket...

It's exactly the same as when I left eight years ago.

Go home feeling good!

After a long day's journey, he asked the maid to prepare hot water. Fan Xian leaned beautifully in the bathtub. The girl in blue took off her clothes skillfully, then entered the bathtub, and gently wiped Fan Xian's body.

.

"Is there any information I need to know today?"

Fan Xian's sudden words did not surprise the girl in blue. She was already used to it. The young master had a hobby, which was to listen to news while bathing.

The girl in blue wiped Fan Xian's body and said, "Xiao Ai sent a message and requested to be transferred to Qingguo. She said..."

Having said this, the girl in blue paused, leaned forward, pressed close to Fan Xian, stared into Fan Xian's eyes, and slightly raised the corner of her mouth, adding a bit of temptation in the dark room.

Fan Xian swallowed and asked, "What did you say?"

"She said she wanted to warm your bed."

"Ahem..." Fan Xian coughed and stopped talking.

Early the next morning, Fan Xian got up early. First he boxed in the courtyard for a while, practiced swordplay for a while, and ate breakfast prepared by the girl in blue. After that, he went to do something that shocked Danzhou.

, a major event that shocked the inspection institute and the imperial court.

Visit a brothel!

You heard it right, he went to visit a brothel early the next morning after returning home.

Not only is he handsome, he is also dressed in "flashy" clothes and is said to have been dyed with spices.

In Kyoto, when Fan Jian heard the news that Fan Xian had returned to Danzhou, his expression did not change much, but the boulder in his heart finally fell. He was secretly happy for a while, but after hearing that he was leaving early the next morning

When I visited a brothel, I was so angry that I threw all the teacups, pots and dishes in the study.

All he had to do was create smoke and set fire to the study.

Do you still want to go to court with his old face in the future?

You little bastard, you are so angry with me!

In the palace, when Emperor Qing heard the news, his chest was so tight that he almost vomited blood, but there was nothing unusual about his face. He just stared quietly at the old eunuch who read out the news.

The old eunuch's forehead was already dripping with sweat, and his feet began to tremble.

After being stared at by His Majesty's quiet, calm and unfathomable eyes for nearly a quarter of an hour, he was not so frightened that he immediately committed suicide and apologized. This was already an extremely rare thing.

After almost a quarter of an hour, Emperor Qing waved his hand, and the old eunuch hurriedly left the palace with his head lowered as if he had been granted amnesty.

The old eunuch hadn't gone very far when he heard the sound of things being smashed in the house, including various tea utensils, plates and bowls, and the sound of precious glasses breaking...

The old eunuch shuddered and ran away.

In the main hall, Emperor Qing smashed almost everything he could throw in front of him, and said to himself: "No wonder so many people like to throw things when they are angry. It really relieves their anger a lot..."

Emperor Qing slowly sat back on the warm bed. When he saw the secret message that the old eunuch had just left, he picked it up and looked at it. Emperor Qing was furious again. He looked around and found nothing to throw, so he gave up.

Emperor Qing kept holding a sentence in his chest, "Evil son!"

He really wanted to curse loudly like this and vent the burning anger in his chest, but he couldn't.

Because Fan Xian is Fan Jian’s son!

He seems to be the only one in this hall, but even he himself doesn't know how many master guards he has hidden in this hall. The only thing that is certain is that these strong men are his dead soldiers and die-hard loyalists. Lian Fan

Jian has such an existence that even his close friends and close officials don’t know about.

But for the sake of safety and the foolproofness of his plan, he still did not curse the words in his heart.

After being silent for a long time, he said lightly: "Summon Uncle Si Nan into the palace!"
Chapter completed!