Hearing the other party casually call out his name, the female bandit Sister Guan was shocked. Her eyes, like knives, glared at Fan Xian, her left hand desperately clutching the wound where her hand had been severed. She said fiercely, "Today I've fallen into your hands, but I don't know your esteemed name."

Fan Xian sat in the chair, picked at his ear, as if he didn't feel the other woman's venomous gaze, and said with a smile, "I am the master, you are the thief. What right do you have to ask my origins?"

Guan Wumei felt an unbearable throbbing in her right hand. Looking at the severed wrist, her face was pale. She knew she had run into a brick wall today, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Please, draw your line."

Fan Xian looked at her amused, thinking that this was quite absurd. His party had just been delayed, but he didn't expect the ship to be so fragrant that it had attracted the famous Yingzhou female bandit in just one day. And after being captured by him, this female bandit in front of him was not only not afraid, but instead asked him to draw his line.

"Draw what line?" Fan Xian dipped his finger in the cold tea and carefully smeared it on his brow, raising an eyebrow and saying, "**Yang** way, human way, or ghost way?"

Behind him, the boat curtain moved slightly. Si Si, wearing a large cotton-padded jacket, rubbed her bleary eyes and walked out groggily, mumbling, "Young Master, why are you up?" She was dazzled by the lights in the hall, and it took her a moment to see the scene clearly. When her eyes fell on Sister Guan's severed hand, she couldn't help but scream at the horrific bloody scene.

The scream was only halfway out when Fan Xian covered her mouth with his hand, mocking, "Want to wake up the entire city of Yingzhou?"

Si Si had been to Kyoto from Danzhou, and the most bloody scene she had seen was when the Second Young Master Si Zhe of the Fan family was subjected to family law. She had never seen a severed hand or foot, and was so frightened that she trembled all over, unable to calm down for a long time. Fan Xian pinched her waist and threatened, "Go back to sleep, we're handling important matters."

Si Si couldn't help but look at Guan Wumei again, hummed, and turned to go back to her room.

"Is he awake yet?"

"No." Si Si continued, "It seems that Mr. Shi hasn't woken up either."

"Little Shi sleeps like a pig once he's down. Back when your young master was causing a ruckus... at that place, he only knew how to sleep with the flower girls, and didn't know what was going on outside."

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Guan Wumei was now in so much pain that her lips twitched and her face turned green, but her ears clearly heard the conversation between the young man and his maid. She felt more and more strange and horrified. Who exactly were these people on the ship? After being attacked by bandits at night, they were still so calm and composed, and even had the leisure and energy to chat - if it wasn't because the other party had extremely strong confidence, then it was because the other party was a bit foolish - she now certainly thought that the former was more likely, but she didn't know how the other party would deal with these people.

After sending Si Si back to the cabin, the smile on Fan Xian's face suddenly faded, and he said softly, "Guan Wumei, from Ezhou, Jiangbei Road. Father, Guan He Shan, mother, Xia Shi. She had a poor childhood, was sold to a brothel, and then became the concubine of a clerk in Ezhou. Because she couldn't bear the humiliation of the legal wife, she angrily killed someone, was imprisoned, and escaped miraculously. After that, she was the mistress of a mountain stronghold, and after the stronghold was destroyed... you came to the Yingzhou area."

Guan Wumei was shocked beyond words, and even forgot the pain of her severed hand. How could this young man in front of her know her background so clearly? Could it be that the other party had deliberately set up this trap to lure her? She said hoarsely, fiercely, "Who exactly are you! How do you know me so well?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I have a good memory, but this information is not very clear, because you are not an important person."

Guan Wumei's life was bizarre, and she was considered a famous bandit on the river, but today she was captured without any resistance. The other party's words also showed that he disdained her. This fact made her feel a sense of humiliation, but the tone of the young man sitting in the chair and the temperament he exuded made her have to admit that the other party really didn't take her seriously.

"Since you know who I am, you should guess that there are people behind this girl... Unless you kill us all, you can forget about ending this matter peacefully." Guan Wumei, in addition to the pain, began to foolishly threaten the other party, hoping that the other party would show some mercy when dealing with these people.

The cruel reality shattered her illusions. Fan Xian said with a smile, "What you said, girl, is exactly what I want to do."

Guan Wumei was stunned, and suddenly felt an endless chill rising from her back. She turned her head abruptly.

*Chī chī chī chī*, countless sounds of sharp blades cutting through throats rang out, very harsh, like a large kitchen behind Shi Yi Ju was slaughtering countless hens at the same time.

More than a dozen bandits who followed Guan Wumei onto the ship were slashed in the throat by Fan Xian's personal guards with one sword, and after confirming their deaths, they were thrown into the river. The attack was simple and professional, and not even a drop of blood was left on the deck. The sound of rushing river water rose, and after a moment it returned to calm, taking all the corpses and blood into the tolerant water flow.

He killed more than a dozen people without even blinking an eye. How ruthless!

Guan Wumei's eyes finally turned fearful. From the style of the other party's attack, she knew that the other party must be used to doing this kind of thing. Turning back, she saw the young man retract the gesture of issuing the order, and couldn't help but say in a trembling voice, "Don't kill me... Ge ge ge ge..."

Her teeth were constantly chattering, making a strange sound. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced herself to calm down. Since the other party didn't kill her at the same time, it meant that she still had a chance to live.

"Please give my leader some face." Guan Wumei knelt on the ground in terror, begging Fan Xian for mercy.

"Your leader?"

When Guan Wumei thought of the Gongzi's strength, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in her heart. "Judging by the actions of your subordinate, Gongzi, you have a martial bearing, and you must also be someone from the same path. My leader is the master of the Jiangnan Water Stronghold, with hundreds of ships and countless talents under his command. If you want to come to Jiangnan to seek great things, you will definitely be able to meet my leader as if you were old friends and have a pleasant conversation."

Fan Xian ignored the female bandit's inappropriate words, but he heard that the other party was begging for mercy, but was actually threatening him with the so-called Jiangnan Water Stronghold master. He couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, thinking that this trip to Jiangnan was really interesting.

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"Leader?" He said gently, "Is the girl talking about Ming Qi Ye? The Seventh Gongzi of the Ming family, the Seventh Gongzi Ming who has never really entered the family. I heard that this Gongzi's mother died many years ago. After the death of the Ming Lao Ye, the eldest Gongzi Ming, who took over the family business, sent people everywhere to hunt down this illegitimate son who disgraced their family, but in fact, it was because Ming Lao Ye's will gave this Seventh Gongzi too many benefits. Ming Qi Gongzi had nowhere to hide, so he simply joined the underworld, changed his name, exercised patience, and secretly made a move. In the past five or six years, he has finally made a name for himself."

"Xia Xi Fei, the leader of the Jiangnan Water Stronghold... the pitiful illegitimate son Ming Qi Gongzi... how did he end up like this now?" Fan Xian frowned slightly, seeming to think that the figure who had some status in Jiangnan was too far from his imagination. "He actually allowed his subordinates to rob silver everywhere. The method is too despicable. Is he short of silver recently?"

Jiangnan has always been prosperous. Later, the Neiku was built there, which created countless rich people, but besides those salt merchants and sea merchants, the two most famous families were the Cui family and the Ming family. These two families have been related by marriage for generations, and they have also climbed onto Princess Chang's path. They don't know how much wealth they have made by relying on the Neiku. The Cui family is responsible for the Neiku's smuggling routes to the north, while the Ming family, according to the investigation of the Supervisory Council, should be responsible for the Neiku's smuggling to Dongyi City, as well as overseas business.

Fan Xian went to Jiangnan to collect the Neiku. Now that the Cui family had fallen, the first priority was to shock the Ming family. Before leaving Kyoto, he had of course done his homework and had a long talk with Xiao Yan Gongzi, and he had already decided on a strategy.

He was saying this slowly, but Guan Wumei, who was kneeling on the ground, was really scared to death. Ever since her Gongzi was driven out of the Ming family, he had been trying to take back the property all these years, but his true identity was the most secret thing. The big bosses in the Jiangnan Water Stronghold had no idea that their head was actually a descendant of a wealthy family. And those wealthy merchants of the Ming family were also kept in the dark, and even had some shady business dealings with the Jiangnan Water Stronghold secretly.

Except for herself, because she had a relative relationship with Ming Qi Gongzi that outsiders didn't know, and thus knew this secret, Guan Wumei didn't believe that anyone else knew the true identity of Xia Xi Fei, the current leader of the Jiangnan Water Stronghold. How could she expect that the young Gongzi in front of her would blurt it out!

Fan Xian suddenly thought of something and smiled happily, "I understand. Although the Cui family has fallen, the Ming family is heartbroken, but they are even more happy to take over the Cui family's share. Ming Qi Gongzi must not want to miss the opportunity to enter the business world and sing a counter-tune with the Ming family. In March, the Neiku will have to put up the bid again. The Jiangnan Water Stronghold wants to be whitewashed, and Ming Qi Gongzi wants revenge. To grab the marketing documents of the Neiku, all of this requires money. No wonder he is so anxious and ugly."

Guan Wumei looked at Fan Xian in horror, wondering what kind of sacred being this young man with a gentle face was, how could he know so many things? The Neiku's affairs were a court secret, and the other party guessed the Gongzi's true thoughts in a moment - looking at the warm smile hanging on Fan Xian's lips at this time, her body was frozen and unable to move.

"Ming Qi Gongzi's eating habits are not very good-looking, he doesn't mind even a few hundred taels of silver." Fan Xian sighed. Before coming to Jiangnan, he was originally a little curious about Ming Qi Gongzi, who was secretly investigated by the Supervisory Council. After all, the other party's background seemed to have some similarities with his own. At this time, he found that the other party's methods were not very clever, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He sighed to himself, and when he lowered his head, he noticed Guan Wumei, who had already lowered her head and said nothing. He smiled apologetically and said, "I sometimes like to talk to myself, girl, don't worry, I'll stop the bleeding for you in a moment."

Guan Wumei asked, "Why don't you kill me?"

After thinking for a while, Fan Xian said, "I'm not someone who likes to kill people, besides, I still have to talk business with your Gongzi. If I kill his cousin, I'm afraid he'll be too bloody and not rational enough, which will hurt our business."

Guan Wumei had already been so surprised tonight that she was a little numb. Since the other party could find out the Gongzi's true identity, of course he could find out the relationship between herself and the Gongzi, but the other party said... business? She hoped to be reborn and said with difficulty, "This Gongzi, my leader is downstream."

At this time, she guessed in her heart that Fan Xian might also be an agent of a huge force in Kyoto, so he would have so many expert guards and know so many secrets. She gritted her teeth and said, "Tonight is our fault, and we will definitely send gifts in the future."

Hearing the previous words, she thought that the other party would let her go, but unexpectedly, the young Gongzi fell into contemplation and didn't say anything for a long time. She couldn't help but say in despair, "Gongzi, everyone is walking in the *jianghu*, you have already killed more than a dozen of my subordinates, can't you calm your anger?"

"Jianghu? Does *jianghu* really exist in this world?" Fan Xian said with a smile, "Besides, killing people is not to calm anger, but a method of handling affairs. I will not let you leave this ship, at least before I need you to leave, lest the girl be quick-tongued and leak my identity, bringing unnecessary trouble to Jiangnan."

Guan Wumei didn't understand his words, but at least she heard the strong confidence in the other party's words. In despair, she hissed, "Jianghu affairs should be settled in the *jianghu*, what exactly do you want to do?"

The cabin was silent, and after a long while, Fan Xian chuckled, "Girl, you misunderstood, I'm not a *jianghu* person." He supported his chin and looked at Guan Wumei's pale face with great interest: "I don't have time to pay attention to *jianghu*, a place of fighting and鬧ing."

Guan Wumei felt even more that the other party was mysterious and unpredictable, and couldn't help but ask, "You... you... who exactly are you?"

"Me?" Fan Xian thought about it very seriously, "I'm a useless second-generation ancestor who sits and waits for death. Of course, I may also be the biggest second-generation ancestor in Qing Kingdom."

When she thought of the guesses that her party made before getting on the ship, Guan Wumei almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You are a thief." Fan Xian stared into her eyes and said word by word, "And I am a big thief. Since you have boarded my pirate ship, I, as the owner, must take good care of you. Of course, your Qi Gongzi will also board my pirate ship soon, and he will never want to get off it in this life."

Guan Wumei finally understood that the other party didn't want to do business with Qi Gongzi at all, but wanted to subdue the Gongzi for his own use! She cursed hatefully, "Wishful thinking! With you... you only deserve to... cough... cough... polish my Gongzi's boots!"

Fan Xian wasn't annoyed either. He chuckled and left the chair, took out a gold needle and pricked her elbow a few times to stop the bleeding for her. He originally wanted to say a few words, but suddenly felt that it was unnecessary. He thought that your Qi Gongzi would probably sincerely want to polish my shoes in a few days, I just hope you won't be too surprised then.

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After everything was dealt with, the sailors who had been on the lower level went up to the deck and used large buckets of river water to wash away the blood stains. Although only Guan Wumei had spilled blood on the ship, the blood from the severed hand was too much, which took a lot of effort.

After cleaning, the night wind rose again, and everyone yawned and went to sleep again. The ship returned to calm, as if this small interlude had not happened before.

"Go to sleep, someone will be on duty in the second half of the night." Fan Xian looked at Gao Da and said. According to the rules of the Qing Kingdom's official family, personal guards have always been divided into two shifts, but Fan Xian forcibly changed it to three shifts. Although there were fewer people in each shift, he believed that there must be a reason why capitalists in that world divided the exploitation of workers into three shifts, and he thought that efficiency could definitely be guaranteed more effectively.

Lifting the thick cloth curtain, he walked along the passage between the cabins on both sides, and kept walking to the end. Fan Xian stopped, turned his head and glanced at Shi Chanli's room. The scholar was indeed sleeping soundly, but Su Wenmao had already woken up, guarding the door with a tired face. It was late at night, and the two didn't say anything.

Walking to the opposite of his room, Fan Xian said a few words to the Tiger Guards guarding the door, gently pushed the door open and entered, walked straight to the bed and sat down, looking at the little boy in the quilt, silent for a long time.

The Third Prince has regular features and looks quite handsome at a young age, but Fan Xian knew that this kid was much stronger than his real age. The boat swayed gently, and he pulled the quilt on the bed up to cover the other party's shoulders. The wind on the river was cold, and it wouldn't be good if he caught a cold.

At this moment, the Third Prince's tightly closed eyes moved slightly.

Fan Xian smiled silently. This child was probably awake long ago, but he was pretending to be asleep. He immediately thought that a child of eight or nine years old was actually more alert than Shi Chanli, and his heart was probably under a lot of burden. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart. Being in the imperial family, it was indeed easy to be raised into some freaks by those filth and power struggles. This little boy was sometimes hateful, but he might not be pitiful.

He was too lazy to expose the little tricks of the child, but he was occasionally distracted, thinking about the matter that Wan'er had reminded him, but he had some completely different ideas in his heart, but he couldn't make up his mind yet.

The shopkeepers of Qing Yu Tang were not on the southbound ship. Since Fan Xian was going to Jiangnan privately, the team visiting relatives in the direction of Danzhou was doing it very realistically. In the middle section of the Wei River, the fake Commissioner had already led the team to the east, protected by the Black Riders, and led the shopkeepers. It was thought that everyone in the court would think that he was in that team at this time, but no one thought that he had come to the intersection of the Wei River and the Yangtze River.

Although he was traveling by water, and the Black Riders could not provide the fastest and most powerful support, Fan Xian was not worried about safety. There were seven Tiger Guards and six swordsmen from the Sixth Bureau on the ship. With so many experts and assassins gathered on one boat, as long as a Grandmaster didn't come in person, who in this world could touch one of his fingers.

His warm palm gently patted the Third Prince's back in the quilt, but his face was looking in the other direction, seemingly distracted. The most precious person on the ship at the moment was actually this prince. With such a talisman by his side, even if he wanted to use special privileges to mobilize the government army and state armor in the future, he could seem to find an excellent reason.

The scene at this time was actually a bit irregular, but Fan Xian was a bold person, and he wouldn't care about the dignity of the royal family. At this time, he勉强treated the Third Prince as a student and younger brother, which was already giving enough face to the Emperor and Concubine Yi.

After confirming that everything was normal, Guan Wumei, who had one hand severed, was押入ed into the simple prison on the lower level. Fan Xian completely relaxed, rubbed his swollen temples, and returned to his bedroom. When he raised his eyes, he saw Si Si half leaning on the bed, drowsy, supporting her chin with one hand. Her whole body was swaying from side to side with the gentle rocking of the ship. The little girl was interesting, but she wouldn't fall down like this.

Fan Xian chuckled and knew that the other party must wait for him to rest before she was willing to sleep. He didn't dare to make too much noise, tiptoed over, put one hand through Si Si's armpit, and held her legs with the other hand. The girl was wearing a crimson old padded jacket, a big round pile. He was like hugging a big teddy bear.

He carefully moved Si Si to the bed, not wanting to disturb her sweet dream, but she still opened her eyes and woke up. The confusion in her eyes disappeared in an instant. She forced herself up and said with a smile, "I'll make the bed for the young master."

Fan Xian scolded with a light smile, "You just slept a while ago, what are you making? You're confused, hurry up and go to sleep."

Si Si covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "The bedding is cold again. When the young master was a child, he didn't like to get into cold bedding the most, didn't you always let me warm it first?"

Hearing this, Fan Xian was slightly stunned. Looking at the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the days when the two of them were in the old house in Danzhou a few years ago. In a flash, two years had passed. He was busy fighting for power and profit, getting married and going on missions, and he had become a little estranged from Si Si intentionally or unintentionally. Fortunately, Si Si was still so considerate to him. He felt a faint warmth in his heart and said with a smile, "Are you going to warm the bed for me today?"

These words were a bit frivolous, but both houses knew that Si Si would eventually have her face revealed and enter the room as a big maid. She had already prepared herself for this. Hearing these words suddenly, her face turned slightly red, but she didn't reply a few words as briskly as usual. She just took off her outer coat and shrunk into the quilt.

She shrunk into the young master's quilt, leaving only a head of black hair exposed outside the snow-white quilt, which was extremely attractive.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and after a moment, he took off his clothes and got into the quilt. In fact, when the two of them were in Danzhou, they grew up together since childhood, and they had also lain on the same bed and mingled in the same quilt a lot. Except for the last hurdle, they had already done all kinds of intimate things.

The lights in the cabin were not extinguished. Fan Xian hugged his big maid from behind, wrapped his arms around her body and held her slightly cool hands, his chest pressed against her back, listening to her breathing in front of him, he subconsciously hugged her tighter.

"I'm twenty, young master."

Si Si gently bit her lower lip and said, her words with a bit of grievance and melancholy.

Fan Xian didn't say anything. He smelled the faint fragrance coming from Si Si's head, felt the elastic body in his arms, and very simply returned his mind to the situation in Danzhou at that time. He felt extremely relaxed and extremely comfortable.

(Why do I feel that this chapter is a bit too装what... Fan Xian is really a hypocritical and pretentious淫啊, I want to correct his bad tendencies, there are thieves in the heart of the pirate ship, why bother to break it, hello everyone, is really good.)