Little girls who read too many romance novels like grand wedding scenes. Fan Xian didn't particularly enjoy it. He was calm enough not to be excited by the imperial rewards. Moreover, in his and the guests' minds, these rewards were naturally for "Princess Chen," Lin Wan'er.

Fan Xian mainly felt that he had to kneel and kowtow every time the palace sent rewards, which was straining his back and knees. He began to miss Wu Zhu's stick.

Amidst the joyful music, the marriage between the Fan and Lin families was finally settled. The newlyweds were sent to the bridal chamber, and the guests began to depart. Strangely, except for Prince Jing, none of the ministers were drunk.

Si Nan Earl Fan Jian watched the young couple being helped into the new house, a gentle smile on his face. The thing he was most worried about hadn't happened. It seemed that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince knew that rashly attending his son's wedding, regardless of their status, would arouse the palace's vigilance and Fan Xian's resistance.

However, the Crown Prince and the Second Prince still sent heavy gifts through their representatives.

As night fell, the newlyweds finally arrived at their newly built garden under the guidance of the maids, returning to their own residence. It was brightly lit with red candles and decorated with auspicious "double happiness" characters, creating a festive atmosphere.

Here, Fan Xian finally relaxed. Some of the servants were bought by him, some were sent by Prince Jing's mansion, and a few were elderly servants who had come with Wan'er from the palace. They were generally somewhat in awe of their young master.

He entered the room, stretched, and dismissed everyone with a smile. The servants kowtowed to the newlyweds outside the door, and Si Qi, Lin Wan'er's personal maid, quickly took out the reward money to distribute.

"Si Qi, you must be tired too, go to sleep," Fan Xian said, his eyes crinkling into a 'y' shape.

Si Qi glanced at her mistress with some hesitation, thinking that the nuptial wine hadn't been drunk yet. Just then, she saw Lin Wan'er, whose head was covered with a red veil, subtly waving her hand on her lap, seemingly shooing her away.

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, quickly leaving the bridal chamber and closing the wooden door.

Now, only Fan Xian and Wan'er were left in the bridal chamber.

"Come out, or I'll beat you," Fan Xian said coldly, much to Lin Wan'er's surprise. Sure enough, Fan Sizhe twisted his fat body with great difficulty and crawled out from under the bed, then rushed out with his head lowered.

Fan Xian frowned and said, "Doesn't he think the toilet behind the bed will fumigate him to death?"

Lin Wan'er chuckled under her red veil and said, "This toilet hasn't been used." Fan Xian thought that was true; the toilet was painted with gold trim and filled with fragrant herbs.

Seeing that no one was around, and the red candles were silently melting, he rolled his eyes, chuckled, and walked forward, holding Lin Wan'er's cool hands that were revealed from her wide sleeves.

He suddenly thought of Uncle Wu Zhu. What if this grandmaster liked to stand in the corner as usual? If he saw a ghost in the corner when the two of them were enjoying themselves in bed, he might develop a problem in that area. He coughed twice and said softly, "Uncle, are you there?"

Uncle wasn't there.

Lin Wan'er, holding his hand and thinking about what was about to happen, was already unbearably shy. Suddenly hearing him call for his uncle, she couldn't help but ask, "Hmm?"

"It's nothing," Fan Xian said with a smile. "I'll let you meet him when things settle down."

"Oh," Lin Wan'er was confused, not knowing who he was talking about.

"My dear," Fan Xian didn't follow the rules and use the measuring stick to lift Wan'er's red veil. Instead, he gently pinched one side of the red cloth with two fingers and slowly lifted it. He saw the red cloth gradually move upwards, revealing the girl's slightly lowered, shy, white jade chin, then her soft lips, her slightly upturned nose, her eyes tightly closed due to nervousness, and her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The red candles gradually dimmed. Fan Xian sat nervously on the edge of the bed, his right thumb gently stroking his wife's smooth cheek under her ear.

...

...

"Cough, cough."

Two untimely coughs came from outside the room, followed by the sound of Fan Xian's personal guards drawing their swords, muffled groans, and finally the cry of alarm from Wang Qinian, who was on duty tonight!

Fan Xian frowned and burst out of the door, his large red wedding robe fluttering out like a red cloud, appearing particularly alluring in the darkness.

As the red cloud fluttered, he couldn't see who it was. With a flick of his wrist and a shift of his foot, he dodged a palm strike aimed at his shoulder. The fine needles taken from his hair had already pierced the attacker's shoulder. The poison on these needles was potent; the attacker would no longer be able to move.

At this moment, he saw from the corner of his eye that three or four of the guards in front of the stone steps had fallen, unconscious. Wang Qinian looked at the person behind him with fear.

Fan Xian was shocked. Who in this world could move after being poisoned by his concoction? Sensing the sound of something breaking through the air behind him, he groaned and turned his palm into a knife, striking out.

Just as he was about to strike the person's face, Fan Xian groaned in pain and squatted down, holding his stomach.

One reason was that he couldn't strike that person, and the other was that he had been poisoned.

The person's hair was somewhat disheveled, and their face was full of the hardships of travel, looking very old, but their true face couldn't be seen. A pair of cold eyes were dyed a light brown color, looking very frightening.

"Teacher?" Fan Xian exclaimed. A burst of pain surged in his stomach. Not daring to delay, he quickly took out a detoxification pill from his belt and chewed it, not knowing if it was the right one.

Then, he quickly stepped forward to greet him, embrace him, criticize him in his mind, and be moved by Fei Jie's sudden arrival after ten years of absence.

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"You haven't changed much," Fei Jie said, sitting in the study, drinking tea, enjoying the maid's leg massage, and looking at Fan Xian standing beside him. "I thought I wouldn't recognize you after ten years, but I didn't expect you to still be so handsome."

Fan Xian sighed, but didn't dare sit down, and said, "Teacher, could you... even just once, not sneak into my room in the middle of the night? It's easy to cause misunderstandings. Although I'm using soft pillows in my room now, what if I had used a knife on you just now? You're clearly the weakest in martial arts among the Eight Great Departments, but you insist on playing the nocturnal hero. It's very dangerous."

In fact, Fan Xian had imagined countless scenes of reuniting with Teacher Fei Jie. They might embrace and cry, or test each other's skills with poisoned tea, but he never thought that this old man would come to disrupt things on his wedding day, on a night of limited spring joy.

The thoughts of his teacher after separation had already turned into anger from unfulfilled desires. Fan Xian had been comforting himself all day, telling himself that he had endured for thirty years, what was the rush? But just as he was about to succeed, he was disrupted by this old poisoner. Fan Xian couldn't help but be anxious, thinking, why did you have to come today?

Fei Jie didn't care about him at all and said, "I just came back from Dongyi City and heard about your wedding, so I rushed for a few days and finally made it."

Fan Xian felt a surge of emotion and quickly bowed deeply. This person was one of the two people who had contributed the most to his being alive in this world today.

Fei Jie handed him a small box, which emitted a faint fragrance. Fan Xian asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"A wedding gift for my student. See what you think."

Fan Xian knew that the gift from this teacher would be extraordinary. He opened it and found that there were several pills the size of a little finger inside. His heart skipped a beat. He picked up some powder from one with his fingernail and put it in his mouth to taste it.

Fei Jie watched his actions with a slight smile. Seeing the beautiful child of the past turn into a refined youth, the old man felt comforted, especially seeing that he still retained the professional habits he had taught him. Fei Jie was even more pleased.

"Tortoise shell, vinegar-treated," Fan Xian frowned, analyzing the ingredients in the pill. "Rehmannia, donkey-hide gelatin, beeswax... but there's one ingredient I can't taste."

"Yiyan Ice," Fei Jie's lips curled up, seeming somewhat pleased.

"Yiyan Ice?" Fan Xian now guessed what the pill was for. Thinking of his teacher's earth-shattering methods, he couldn't help but feel more confident and asked in surprise.

"That's right. It's a foreign medicinal material. Dongyi City has been trading for generations. I asked them to look for it everywhere four years ago, and they finally found it this year. That's why I stayed there for a few more days, just waiting for the ship to arrive." Fei Jie waved his hand, dismissing the maid who was serving him.

Four years ago was when the marriage between the Fan and Lin families was first mentioned in the palace. It turned out that Fei Jie had started working on treating Lin Wan'er's tuberculosis at that time, wanting his student to marry a healthy wife. Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but be moved.

"I had another matter to attend to in Dongyi City."

Fan Xian understood.

"I sold all the favor I had from treating Si Gu Jian in the past and exchanged it for their promise not to actively cause trouble for you."

Fan Xian plopped down next to his teacher, no longer harboring any resentment towards him for disrupting his wedding night. He said gratefully, "Thank you, Teacher, for the medicine. Thank you, Teacher."

"This is the first time I've formulated this medicine, but I've tested it, and it's effective," Fei Jie said with a smile, a clear light flashing in his light brown eyes. "However, there are some side effects. You need to listen carefully."

"Teacher, please tell me." Seeing Fei Jie being serious, Fan Xian's expression also became serious.