Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch.

Chapter 587 Visiting the door
  Yamu smiled and said: "Master never mentioned the outcome of that battle. He just told me that if I encounter that mysterious master covered in black cloth while traveling, it is best not to provoke him."

Hearing Yamu's words, the old lady had a look of regret on her face, but she couldn't help but feel relieved in her heart.

After all, according to Ya Mu's wishes, even his master is no match for Wu Zhu, let alone his apprentice!

If this is indeed the case, then the suspicion that Yamu is from the temple will be greatly reduced. Instead, it is more likely that he is a disciple of some hidden master who happened to come to Danzhou on his way to travel around the world...

In this way, it seems that it is not impossible to send Yamu to Kyoto.

Of course, the possibility of Yamu lying is not ruled out.

However, the old lady did not think that Ya Mu would lie about her master's reputation, and from the moment she walked out of the room, the old lady was keenly aware of the change in Ya Mu's attitude towards her.

That vague kindness was most likely not fake.

Thinking of this, the old lady immediately said: "Since Mr. is so eager to see Xian'er, I will write a handwritten letter to tell the story of this long-standing friendship between Mr. and my grandson!"

"Thank you so much, madam!"

Yamu smiled and bowed his hand to the old lady.

A quarter of an hour later, Yamu received the invitation and said goodbye with a smile as the old lady and the servants of the Fan family sent each other off.

After leaving Danzhou Port, Yamu immediately turned to the woods not far from the outskirts, shook off those secretly observing eyes, flew high into the sky, and mysteriously disappeared into the woods.

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Kyoto, Siman Bo Mansion.

Fan Xian was drinking soy milk in the flower hall, looking ahead and giggling.

He admitted that he was very lucky.

People who are obviously dead come to this world to live another life.

It was clear that my mother had been killed by my father since I was born, but later I found out that the enemies who killed my mother had been killed by my parents. As a son of a human being, I had no place to take revenge.

Although Dad had some problems, at least he didn't show an attitude that made him intolerable.

There was also the political marriage that inexplicably weighed on his head after arriving in the capital.

Originally, he planned to ruin his reputation, quit the marriage, and pursue his own happiness. Unexpectedly, after a farce of accidents, he discovered that the fiancée he had never met before was actually the girl with chicken legs that he had longed for!
  Speaking of this chicken-leg girl, we have to mention the time when he first entered the capital.

The guard who took him to Beijing at that time was suddenly dismissed by a strange coachman.

Fan Xian realized that there was something wrong with the coachman, but he did not alert him. Instead, the skilled man boldly allowed the coachman to drive him to the most mysterious and sacred Qing Temple in the Qing Kingdom.

At that time, there were noble people praying for blessings in the temple, and the gatekeepers were all masters who could not defeat him.

He exchanged palms with the master, and then the master asked him to wait outside the temple, while he retreated into the Qing Temple to report to the noble man.

In the end, the nobleman was allowed to enter, but he was only allowed to enter the side hall and not the main hall.

That is, under the incense table in the side hall of Qingmiao, he accidentally bumped into the girl holding a chicken drumstick.

That girl's temperament and appearance were very much in line with Fan Xian's aesthetics. As a result, Fan Xian, a modern man who once scorned love at first sight, suddenly began to yearn for love.

Although the encounter was very hasty, Fan Xian still remembered the girl with chicken legs.

Since then, Fan Xian has been trying to get rid of the marriage while looking for the girl with chicken legs.

Until not long ago, he pretended to be a doctor and came to the Royal Courtyard under the leadership of his sister Fan Ruoruo, hoping to meet his fiancée who was said to be in poor health in advance.

As a result, when he was seeing a doctor, he suddenly discovered that his fiancée, whom he had never met before, was actually a girl with chicken legs!

Now, Fan Xian doesn't have to worry about anything. As long as he honestly accepts the arrangements of the big shots, he can successfully marry the girl with chicken legs who he loves.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly became sad.

In order to break off the engagement, he deliberately did a lot of ridiculous things.

Now it seems that this is really shooting oneself in the foot.

Now he not only has to find a way to heal the marriage that he was about to throw away, but he also has to find a way to restore his image in the eyes of his fiancée.

"Is this the so-called wife-chasing crematorium?"

Fan Xian swallowed the fried dough sticks in his mouth and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Fortunately, these days, he often went to the Royal Courtyard at night to have trysts with his fiancée Lin Wan'er. Some big misunderstandings had already been cleared up, and the rest were just innocuous little things.

For example, putting a sack in the middle of the night and beating Guo Baokun, the son of the Minister of Etiquette...

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly stood up and patted his head.

"I almost forgot, I am going to treat Prince Jing to a meal today, and I want to apologize by the way."

When he beat Guo Baokun that night, he booked the entire Zuixianju to entertain Prince Jing, and he killed two birds with one stone by hanging around and painting a boat.

Firstly, he can prove his alibi for beating someone, and secondly, he can gain a reputation as a suave person so that he can cancel the marriage.

Now, although he had got his wish, after all, he had also involved Prince Jing in perjuring himself, so he still had to treat him to a meal and show a sincere apology.

Regarding this matter, Prince Jing has already agreed.

Today he will come to Fan Mansion to attend Fan Xian's apology banquet.

Soon after, Crown Prince Jing arrived at the Fan Mansion in a car. Fan Xian's second concubine Liu Ruyu hurriedly came forward and respectfully welcomed Crown Prince Jing Li Hongcheng into the flower hall for tea.

"I'm sorry for keeping His Royal Highness waiting for so long!" Fan Xian walked in with a smile. As soon as he stopped, he thanked Li Hongcheng for what happened that night.

Seeing this scene, Li Hongcheng couldn't help but laugh and said warmly: "I was still thinking that you and I had only known each other for a few days, so why were you willing to book the whole boat in Zuixianju to entertain me? It turned out that this was the intention... "

"But it doesn't matter. That idiot Guo Baokun doesn't rank high among the prince's relatives. You can just beat him. There's no need to put so much effort into it."

Fan Xian knew what the other party was talking about, and immediately laughed at himself: "Isn't this inexperienced? If I had known that it was so easy to hit someone in Kyoto, I would have punched him in the palace!"

Li Hongcheng was startled and said quickly: "That can't be done. What you did is too outrageous. I can't protect you."

Fan Xian chuckled and thanked him again.

The two chatted for a while, and Li Hongcheng pondered for a moment, then said: "In addition to attending the banquet, I also have something to tell you. Originally, I wanted to hide this matter from you, but I think it is better to tell you. It’s well said.”

Fan Xian had a look of interest on his face: "Your Highness, please speak!"

Li Hongcheng carefully considered his words and said softly: "The thing is like this. You also know that although your Majesty is still in the prime of life, there is no long-term concern without immediate worries. Therefore, the eyes of everyone in the court are always on those princes. On the body."

"The eldest prince is born with martial prowess, but he leads troops and has no intention of competing for the position of prince. The prince is the queen's biological son, but he has bad conduct. Although I, Prince Jing, are impartial, but to tell you the truth, among these princes, the second prince and I are The prince's friendship is better."

"Originally, His Highness the Second Prince wanted me to trick you into meeting him and ask for a natural meeting so as not to offend you, but I feel that this approach is still a lie to you, so I made it clear that the Second Prince will be here tomorrow There is a banquet on the Liujing River, and I’m just here to invite you. I’m just here to accompany you, will you go?”

Fan Xian was stunned by Li Hongcheng's straightforward words.

When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but frown and fell into deep thought.

At the same time, on the roof of Fan Mansion, which was invisible to the two of them, a tall figure was standing with his arms crossed, looking thoughtfully at the black bricks under his feet.

There is no doubt that this figure standing out of thin air like a celestial being is Yamu, who came quickly from Danzhou!
  "Fortunately, we arrived in time, and the drama on Niulan Street has not happened yet."

"But... is this the world of novels or the world of TV series?"

A look of confusion appeared on Yamu's face.

The plot of Fan Xian's meeting with Prince Jing was not staged in the TV series, so it should be the plot of a novel.

But when he secretly sneaked into Fan's house, he saw the interaction between Fan Xian and his personal bodyguard Teng Zijing, and found that their relationship was more similar to the plot of the TV series...

Ya Mu was a little confused now.

After thinking for a moment, he disappeared instantly.

Not long after, Prince Jing walked out of the gate of Fan Mansion, got into the carriage, and left here.

Among the pedestrians talking in low voices on the street, Ya Mu was wearing a black shirt, with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the back of the Prince Jing's motorcade leaving, and then walked toward Fan's mansion.

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"Fan Xian, Fan Xian!"

Liu Ruyu's voice awakened Fan Xian from his thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "What's wrong, aunt, didn't I promise Li Hongcheng to attend the banquet tomorrow? Is there anything else he wants you to tell me?"

"no!"

Liu Ruyu quickly handed the greeting note in her hand to Fan Xian and explained: "After His Royal Highness the Crown Prince left, someone suddenly came outside the house and said he wanted to see you. I didn't intend to pay attention to him at first, but he took out the mother's The handwritten greeting note...this is it, hurry up and take a look!"

"...a greeting note written by grandma?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, then took the invitation in surprise and opened it to read.

After reading it, Fan Xian couldn't help but frown tightly.

Then, he reached out and touched the ink on the paper with his fingers, then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and carefully poured the unknown liquid inside into the blank space.

Sure enough, writing the size of a mosquito appeared in the blank space.

Seeing this scene, Liu Ruyu couldn't help being surprised.

"……what is this?"

"This is the transparent ink I left for grandma, specially used for writing secret letters."

Fan Xian read the small words while explaining to Liu Ruyu without raising his head.

"Transparent ink... secret message?"

Liu Ruyu was surprised when he heard this, and quickly stood up and said: "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. You can take your time and see for yourself!"

Fan Xian raised his head and glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Auntie, don't panic, it's not an important matter, it's okay for you to know!"

Liu Ruyu shook her head, persisted in her attitude, turned and left the flower hall.

Looking at Liu Ruyu's leaving figure, Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh.

But then, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he turned to look at the invitation in his hand with a frown.

"The seal is correct, the handwriting is correct, and the ink is correct..."

"It seems that this greeting note was indeed written by grandma herself."

As he spoke, Fan Xian raised his hand with a frown, twirling his index and middle fingers slightly, and said to himself with confusion on his face: "It's just that Danzhou is far away from the capital, so why is the ink on this post still wet?" ?”

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