F живущихinger Beijing looked at Wang Qinian, who had been quietly standing behind Fan Xian, and noticed that the scent on him seemed different from the guards in the mansion, so he responded in a low voice. Fan Xian, looking at his gaze, instructed in a low voice, "This is Wang Qinian. I'm currently holding a position in the Overwatch Council, don't tell others about it." Teng Zijing's expression became stern, and the way he looked at Fan Xian changed. After all, he never expected that the young master he had followed on a whim would be able to get into that dreaded council within a few months of arriving in the capital.

Fan Xian then called Wang Qinian over and introduced him, "This is Teng Zijing, whom I mentioned when we met the second time. The two of you should get closer in the future, you need to know that he saved my life." Hearing these words, Teng Zijing's dark face flushed red, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Young Master is being too kind, it was actually Young Master who saved my life that day."

Wang Qinian clasped his hands and smiled, saying nothing. Like Teng Zijing, he was very satisfied with the current situation. Not only had he successfully returned to the Overwatch Council, but the key was that his monthly salary had also increased a lot. The Director himself had even received him once. It had been a long time since he had received such treatment after switching to clerical work many years ago. Although Lord Fan was only an eighth-rank Assistant Court Musician of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, he had a supervisor's waist牌 (pái) - this supervisor, apart from his own team, only the jailer and Mu Tie in the Overwatch Council knew about it, and others were not very clear. This kind of small power, with a bit of mystery, made him very comfortable.

Dinner was game. Although Teng Zijing kept saying that there was nothing delicious in the manor, the meat dripping with fat was rolling in the pot, paired with tender green vegetable slices, it was incredibly delicious. Even Fan Sizhe opened his stomach and grabbed the meat to eat as if no one else was around. Fan Xian looked at him with amusement, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, discovering that the meat was extremely tender, but the layers between the fibers were distinct and very chewy. He couldn't help but praise it, asking, "Is this roe deer or something?"

Teng Zijing's wife was serving beside them, and hearing the young master's question, she quickly replied, "This is white-tailed deer meat."

Hearing the words "white-tailed deer", Fan Xian was stunned, his chopsticks resting in front of him, seemingly forgetting to move. In that instant, he remembered many years ago, even earlier than Danzhou, that time. At that time, he was lying in the hospital bed, constantly wanting to eat white-tailed deer meat, and that pretty nurse even joked that he was daydreaming - the former Fan Shen had also never eaten white-tailed deer meat, only knowing that it was the favorite game of the people in his hometown - these memories seemed to have faded, and Fan Xian hadn't thought about his previous life for a long time, but today's white-tailed deer triggered emotions that had been hidden for a long time.

Fan Ruoruo was eating in small bites, and seeing that her brother's expression seemed a little strange, she carefully asked, "What's wrong?"

Fan Xian immediately woke up and smiled slightly, saying, "Nothing." He turned to ask Teng Zijing if these mountain goods and game were preserved, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he happily asked the other party to pack dozens of catties for him, preparing to take them back to the capital. Teng Zijing didn't expect that the things he had prepared today would be so agreeable to the young master, and he was also very happy.

Fan Xian raised his wine glass and drank a round with the people at the table, saying with a smile, "Teng Da, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, so drink less." Fan Ruoruo, who was next to him, looked at her brother and smiled slightly, seeming to be teasing him. Fan Xian knew that his sister had guessed his intentions. Besides wanting to eat the preserved game himself, the main purpose of bringing it back to the capital was to let the gluttonous Wan'er enjoy it.

After dinner, Fan Sizhe continued to burrow into his room to do calculations in an extremely abnormal way. Fan Xian really didn't know what was so fun about doing calculations, let alone a twelve or thirteen-year-old little tyrant who could actually endure his temper and indulge in boring numbers. He could only sigh that one grain of rice can raise a hundred kinds of people, and let him go.

He refused Teng Zijing's request to accompany him with his crutch, and led Fan Ruoruo to the fields outside the courtyard, watching the round moon that seemed to be floating quietly in the opposite mountains, and the unknown trees rustling in the night wind above his head, it was a very beautiful scene.

"Dream still before me, suspecting to enter a dream, how many people are haggard, how many people return." Fan Xian, thinking of his memories of his previous life, had occasional feelings and casually recited two sentences, "For time is but a passing traveler for a hundred generations, and heaven and earth are but an inn for all things. Life is a big dream, and sometimes I really wonder if I'm still lying on that bed, just having a long dream that never wakes up."

He casually sighed, knowing that his sister probably couldn't understand what he was saying, but he forgot how much the elegant meaning hidden in Li Bai's words could impact a young girl, and sure enough... Fan Ruoruo's eyes began to shine.

Fan Xian immediately knew that he had made a mistake, and with a worried face, he was about to explain that except for the first two sentences, the rest were written by a talented guy named Li Bai, but he suddenly thought of Sizhe mocking him during the day. He sighed inwardly and stopped this behavior that might seem pretentious to others, but seemed very natural to him. He also knew that even if he told his sister, she wouldn't believe him. After all, the Overwatch Council had caught several Xin Qiji, but none of them were salt smugglers who could write poetry, so he simply put his arm around Ruoruo and watched the moon together.

Although Fan Xian had lived in this world for more than ten years, he still retained some unique qualities. These qualities were incompatible with this world, but they were of great benefit to him, such as the separation of men and women, such as physical contact. When he hugged his sister, of course, he didn't have the slightest thought between men and women, but purely brotherly and sisterly affection. On the contrary, when Fan Ruoruo was embraced by him, she felt a warmth and a slight shyness, and naturally forgot to ask about those things.

In the distance, two members of the Overwatch Council stood like two iron bars under another tree, protecting their safety.

"Get up early tomorrow, I have to go to the city to do something." Fan Xian sniffed his sister's hair and found it to be a faint orchid fragrance, and asked curiously, "What method is used for this?"

Fan Ruoruo was slightly shy, not knowing which of her brother's words she should answer: "Soaked in Chinese pear blossom water, why so urgent?"

The girls in this world actually rarely washed their hair, so the smell was really not good, including when Fan Xian and Si Lili were rolling in the same bed, it was the same, relying entirely on the strong fragrance to cover it up. Since Fan Xian entered the capital, he had shamelessly requested Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan'er to wash their hair frequently, and also provided them with the showerhead and high-hanging wooden bucket design he had made in Danzhou for free. Ruoruo and Wan'er couldn't resist him, so they had to do it, and unexpectedly the effect was obvious, and it immediately spread throughout the Fan Mansion and the Royal Villa. Now, even Liu Shi was washing her hair more often.

"Father should be very happy." This was Fan Xian's unspoken thought, then he answered Ruoruo's words: "The capital is quieter in the morning, I want to go to a place, you come with me, don't let the others follow."

Knowing that her brother trusted her, Fan Ruoruo was very touched.

Fan Xian added, "Tomorrow I have to go to Qing Yu Nian to take a look. That Shopkeeper Ye has agreed with me, and the capital has been relatively peaceful recently, so it's a good time to go and see." The shopkeeper of Qing Yu Nian was indeed worthy of his reputation. Fan Sizhe was mainly responsible for accounting planning, and Shopkeeper Ye was in charge of implementation. They actually made the business of Danbo Bookstore better and better. Relying on their own thick capital and official background, they had eaten up all the competitors in the neighboring streets within two months, and recently they were slowly extending their tentacles to the neighboring prefectures.

"Is that tofu shop still going to open?" Fan Ruoruo suddenly thought of a small matter and asked, "The heir apparent has been hooked by the soymilk you send to the mansion every day, and he's afraid that one day he won't have any to drink, doesn't he often urge you to open one?"

Fan Xian smiled slightly, "Your brother, I'm about to become a person who makes hundreds of thousands of taels of silver a day, why should I care about making tofu?" Of course, this was just a joke, and he continued, "I'll do it when I have time, anyway, you don't have anything to do now, so do something." In his mind, there was no concept that a young lady couldn't show her face in public, let alone manage a tofu stall. He just felt that Ruoruo was reading books and writing poetry every day, and he was afraid that she would become stupid.

Fan Ruoruo was a little embarrassed, but she still agreed.

Fan Xian thought of an important matter, frowned, and holding his sister's shoulders with both hands, he said seriously, "Ruoruo, although in my eyes, you're just a sixteen-year-old girl, and it's too early to get married, but the atmosphere in this capital is really not good. Even I, a young man, am being forced to marry a wife, so you have to be careful. When you choose, you have to choose one that is pleasing to the eye. I chased He Zongwei, who comes to the mansion every day, out with three brooms, but what if you are betrothed to an incompetent person in the future?"

He said very seriously, "Since you're going to marry, you have to choose well yourself. Marry a good one, someone you like, and you have to make a move early, before you are betrothed. The matter of betrothal is too risky, after all, not everyone in this world has the good luck that your brother and Wan'er have. The orders of parents are fine, I have enough confidence to resist, but what if... what if it's an imperial decree? Given the position of the Fan family, this kind of thing has to be guarded against."

Listening to her brother's words, Fan Ruoruo first felt a little shy, and then found it funny when she heard him bragging, but it was only when she heard the word "palace" at the end that she really felt some worry. How could she not know that in ordinary official families, girls her age were indeed about to get engaged, but... staying with her brother every day, she always found the men in this world boring when she looked at them again, so how could she find her ideal person?