Chapter 255 What's the matter?
The Crown Prince, who was the first to notice Fan Xian's action, smiled and nodded. The Second Prince noticed it a little later, but also waved in response.
After greeting the person on the right, Fan Xian's eyes naturally moved to the left. When he saw the eldest princess, the smile on his face disappeared.
The eldest princess was looking at him at the same time, and the two of them just stared at each other from a distance.
Xin Qiwu was walking when he noticed that Fan Xian stopped, so he stopped too. Seeing that Fan Xian was staring at somewhere ahead, he followed his gaze and looked over there.
Seeing this, Xin Qiwu was a little puzzled.
"How come even the eldest princess is here?"
Noticing Xin Qiwu's gaze, the eldest princess raised her chin and looked away first.
Fan Xian looked at her quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mei Chengan, who was sitting at the table, curled his lips, sipped his wine and watched the exchange of glances between the two with interest.
But Guo Baokun beside him couldn't stay and rushed out!
By the time Mei Cheng'an realized that it was too late to reach out to stop him, he had to put his hand down silently.
I wanted to stop him from making a fool of himself, but I couldn't stop him. Oh, just eat melon.
Fan Xian was squinting at the princess, wondering why she came here tonight, when suddenly a head appeared in front of him, almost touching his face.
This gave him a real fright and he subconsciously took a step back, crossing his hands across his chest in a defensive posture.
After he saw the man in front of him clearly, Fan Xian covered his chest and said with an unhappy look on his face.
"Who are you? Don't you know that scaring others can kill them?"
Guo Baokun looked at him with a fake smile.
"You thief, do you still have the nerve to see me again?"
Fan Xian was completely confused after hearing this and pointed at him in confusion.
"Who are you? What are you talking about? Can you speak human language?"
When Guo Baokun heard this, he couldn't even keep up his fake smile. His face instantly turned dark. He clenched his fists and glared at Fan Xian angrily.
"You, this is outrageous! You committed a crime that day and you are pretending not to know me? Huh?"
With the hint, Fan Xian quickly remembered who the person in front of him was, Guo Baokun!
I haven't seen him since I beat him up, and Guo Baokun has changed into his official uniform. At first glance, he looks very unfamiliar.
Fan Xian came back to his senses and twitched his lip, pointed at Guo Baokun in an exaggerated manner, grinned and shouted with surprise and surprise.
"Mr. Guo!"
As he spoke, Fan Xian clapped his hands and smiled exaggeratedly.
"Hi, long time no see. Look at your injury. It's almost healed. That's great. I'm so happy for you!"
Guo Baokun couldn't be happy. Not only was he not happy, but he was also very angry. He pointed at himself and questioned Fan Xian in disbelief.
"How dare you forget about me?"
Fan Xian hissed.
"Hey, Mr. Guo, be careful with your words. You sound like a nagging woman."
"blame…"
Glancing at Xin Qiwu who was trying to smooth things over, Guo Baokun pointed at Fan Xian and said angrily with gritted teeth.
"You, you, you evil villain! I remember everything you did to me!"
Fan Xian felt a chill.
"Hey, it looks more and more like you. Why, eh, that's not right. Isn't this a dinner prepared for the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites? What are you doing here?"
After saying that, he turned around and asked Xin Qiwu another question.
"What is he here for?"
Xin Qiwu was slow to react for a moment.
“He he he…”
Guo Baokun stared at Fan Xian and spoke bluntly.
"I am the editor of the palace! My father is the Minister of Rites! Why can't I come?"
Fan Xian was too lazy to talk to him anymore, so he walked up to him and pushed him around, talking like he was coaxing a child.
"Come on, come on. The food will be served soon. Mr. Guo, please go back to your seat first."
Hearing Fan Xian's tone, Guo Baokun became even more furious and pushed him away.
"Don't be so proud, Fan Xian! Just wait, I'm telling you! I will personally see you fall into ruin and disgrace right here today!"
Fan Xian: "..."
There's something wrong with this person. What's wrong with him? It's inexplicable!
Mei Chengan: “…”
No wonder I had to ask, so you were planning to expose yourself, or you just couldn't keep the secret, Mr. Guo.
"Nonsense!"
A steady voice sounded from behind Guo Baokun. Hearing his father's voice, Guo Baokun was startled and quickly stood aside. After looking at his father, he lowered his head honestly.
"Father."
Guo Youzhi stared at him.
"What kind of occasion is this? What's the point of making so much noise? Go back to your seats!"
"Yes."
Guo Baokun responded obediently and glared at Fan Xian fiercely before leaving. Fan Xian just watched quietly without any reaction.
After he left, Guo Youzhi took a step forward and looked at Fan Xian.
"My son is unruly."
Guo Youzhi nodded and apologized, but his tone was a bit perfunctory.
"Please forgive me, Master Xiao Fan."
Fan Xian looked curious.
"Who are you?"
Hearing this, Guo Youzhi's face instantly drooped. This guy did it on purpose. I told you, son. You are just pretending to be stupid, right?
Xin Qiwu, who was standing by, quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Um, this is the Minister of Rites, Mr. Guo Youzhi."
Fan Xian pretended to be enlightened and bowed in a pretentious manner.
"Ah, it turns out to be the Minister. Don't worry, your son is naughty and cute. I am not angry at all."
Xin Qiwu almost burst out laughing, but he tried to hold it back, but it was useless, and it was still very obvious that he was trying not to laugh. Guo Youzhi looked at Fan Xian and pulled the corner of his mouth, then he gave him a fake smile and gave Xin Qiwu a cold glance before turning back to his seat.
Xin Qiwu was not panicked at all and was still trying to hold back his laughter. They were not from the same department, so who was afraid of whom?
Dealing with the father and son, Fan Xian looked around to find his seat, but Xin Qiwu grabbed his arm and dragged him forward.
"Don't look at Master Fan, our seats are in the front, not here. Come on, follow me."
Fan Xian was pulled forward by him.
Xin Qiwu whispered as they moved forward.
"Master Fan, Guo Baokun is also a disciple of the Crown Prince. I think you two should reconcile as soon as possible."
Fan Xian glanced around and soon saw Guo Baokun staring at him in his seat, and smiled.
"I'm fine, just look at him."
As he said this, he pointed his chin towards Guo Baokun's position.
Xin Qiwu glanced at him and patted Fan Xian's arm.
"It's okay, it will be untied slowly, ah."
Fan Xian smiled and said nothing more.
When the two of them walked to Mei Chengan's row, Xin Qiwu first greeted Mei Chengan, and then pulled Fan Xian along.
"Master Fan, please sit next to Cheng'an, right here."
Fan Xian took a look, said "oh", and asked casually.
"What about you, Master Xin?"
Xin Qiwu pointed to the empty seat next to Guo Youzhi.
"I'll sit over there. Okay, I'll go over there too. Sir Fan, please take a seat!"
Fan Xian grinned.
"Okay, Master Xin, take care."
"Hey, okay!"
After Xin Qiwu left, Fan Xian walked around the table and sat down in his seat, then turned and spoke to Mei Chengan.
"I didn't expect Guo Baokun to be here too. He just threatened me. Tsk tsk, it's just a beating up of him. Why would you hold a grudge against him for so long?"
Mei Chengan poured himself a glass of wine and glanced at him.
"You're talking nonsense. How can you not bear a grudge after being beaten so badly that you're bedridden?"
Fan Xian scratched his head, thinking that was the case. Seeing Mei Chengan drinking the wine so happily, he couldn't help but pour himself a glass as well.
Picking up the wine glass and taking a tasting, Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction.
"This wine is good."
Fan Xian was not surprised at the beer served at the dinner, as it was worthy of such a high grade of beer.
Putting down his glass and refilling it, Fan Xian looked around and saw that his side was almost full, with only two empty seats opposite him. He couldn't help but point and ask his fellow villager.
"Hey, Lao Mei, there are two empty seats over there. Who are they going to be for? You are so arrogant, but they haven't arrived yet."
Fortunately, he didn't add the word "er", otherwise he would have called her "old sister" again. Mei Cheng'an looked in the direction.
"Zhuang Mohan and Yun Zhilan's."
Fan Xian was stunned for a moment.
"Zhuang Mohan and who?"
Mei Cheng'an took a sip of wine without looking at him.
"You heard it right, that's the name of the wine. Yun Zhilan, the first disciple of Si Gu Jian from Dongyi City, is here to apologize on behalf of Dongyi City."
Fan Xian first said "oh", then clicked his tongue twice.
"Hey, come to think of it, haven't you noticed that there are a lot of pun names here, I don't know if it's a coincidence or some kind of clever connection, how should I put it, it's... quite funny."
Mei Cheng'an raised his eyebrows, quite perceptive. He wondered how you would feel if you knew that you were living in a book or a drama.
It is impossible to say and there is no point. For them, this is a vivid and real world.
Mei Chengan shrugged and replied casually.
"Why think so much? This is quite interesting."
Fan Xian thought about it, nodded, and regained his composure.
"Yeah, come on, let's go together."
Mei Cheng'an had no objection. He filled his glass with wine, gestured to him from a distance, and drank it all in one gulp.
As soon as the two put down their wine glasses, a man walked in from the hall entrance. At Mei Chengan's signal, the two looked at him together.
The man was a bit strange, not only in his appearance and gesture, but also in the fact that he entered the hall holding a sword.
Fan Xian turned around and looked at his fellow villager.
"What's wrong with him? Why can he carry a sword?"
Mei Chengan explained patiently.
"He is Yun Zhilan. Si Gu Jian's disciples always carry swords with them. This should be a special permission from His Majesty."
Fan Xian suddenly realized and turned his head to look again. This time, he met Yun Zhilan's eyes. Yun Zhilan's look in his eyes was not very friendly.
Fan Xian touched his nose and felt puzzled again. What a waste of time! However, he did not look away. Instead, he kept staring at him, not willing to be outdone. He stopped looking at him until he passed by.
With a tsk, Fan Xian looked at his fellow villager.
"This person seems to be seriously ill. I don't even know him. He is staring at me and looking at wool."
Mei Chengan smiled.
"Do you remember the Niulan Street case and the two female swordsmen arrested by the Supervisory Council?"
Fan Xian didn't hesitate.
"Remember, what happened?"
Mei Chengan smiled.
"Those two female swordsmen are the disciples of Yun Zhilan."
Fan Xian said "oh".
"And then? He's his apprentice, so what?"
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(End of this chapter)
