Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 102: Fighting with Wuzhu
After the Niulan Street case, as the Cangshan case was still unclear, the Qing court had already confused the two cases and sent him to Dongyi City, far away on the coast, to serve as a police inspector.

Dongyi City has always valued peace, and even the enclave incident eleven years ago did not cause any complaints to Qing Kingdom. This time, it sent a letter to the country admitting its guilt and paying a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry as compensation, showing its intention to submit to the country.

The great master in the city had the confidence for the peace between the two countries. Except for the Cangshan case, he would not plead guilty. He allowed Qingguo to speak for the rest without any objection. He also agreed that his first disciple, the ninth-grade swordsman Yun Zhilan, would lead the apology in the future.

As a result, the government and the people of Qing State had no excuse to send troops, and the army stationed in the east dared not to take any action.

In comparison, the situation in the north was more confrontational. The obvious evidence of guilt thrown at Northern Qi made the former ruler of the world very dissatisfied. Both sides prepared for war and launched a new round of competition on the border.

The flames of war were everywhere in the northern border, and there were signs of a great war. The signs of the Northern Expedition in Qing Kingdom were ignited again and again, and everyone agreed to send troops to Northern Qi to reduce the arrogance of the weak country and let them know who is the real master of the world now.

At this time in Kyoto, apart from the excitement of the war, there was more of the bustle of the midsummer season.

The annual clan sacrifice day of the Fan family, one of the most important families in Qing Kingdom, was approaching again. The ceremony was grand and over a thousand people came. All of this was led by Fan Jian, the current patriarch of the Fan family.

Early in the morning of that day, the main gate of the Fan Mansion was opened, and nearly a hundred servants and guards in the mansion went out together. The three young masters of the Fan Mansion got into the carriage early to go out of the city for sightseeing, and they were very excited.

"Here, sir, is the second carriage."

"You are so old, it is not proper for you to ride in the same car with three little kids. You'd better ride in the car with me and the master." Liu Ruyu always did the work of the mistress of the house, no matter how big or small. Everything had to be decent.

Even without the little guys interjecting, the wise and powerful Lord Fan could not help but expose his wife: "Let him go, he doesn't look old enough to ride in the same car with us."

Liu Ruyu gave the master a resentful look and got into the carriage with a twisted waist.

Lin Ruo nodded and moved to the second carriage in front.

"Why are you asking the gentleman to come up?" In the spacious carriage, Fan Sizhe muttered, not very happy.

Fan Xian didn't know what the grudge was, so he didn't say anything.

Fan Ruoruo seemed to be about to use a ruler and scolded, "Is that how you talk?"

Fan Sizhe lowered his head obediently.

"When he was a child, the teacher gave him a lot of lessons at the request of Aunt Liu. He was too stupid and was often beaten with a stick. I guess he hasn't gotten over the trauma yet." Fan Ruoruo said with a smile.

"It's all my sister's fault. The teacher always compares me with you. Am I a good student?" Fan Sizhe looked aggrieved.

"So that's how it is." Fan Xian finally understood.

Lin Ruo, dressed in an elegant white robe, boarded the carriage and sat next to Ruoruo, appearing easy-going and generous.

Fan Sizhe stopped wailing and called "Sir" respectfully, in a very polite and orderly manner. Seeing Lin Ruo was not much less intimidating than seeing his expressionless father.

Then he quietly took out an abacus and estimated the bookstore's accounts for the past month. He quickly immersed himself in it, trying to cover up the situation in the car.

Fan Xian's injuries had healed, and he was in much better spirits these days. He even had time to climb the inner wall of the Royal Courtyard. Thinking of Fei Jie's words in the afternoon, he asked, "Sir, how is Miss Si Lili?"

Lin Ruo replied calmly: "Everything is fine. Miss Lili will not suffer any hardship as long as she tells the truth."

Fan Xian nodded and felt relieved. He knew that this Lili girl wanted to murder him, but she was no different from Cheng Jushu, just a chess piece that could be manipulated at will.

Zuixianju, who had been up and down in Kyoto for many years, suddenly showed up and assassinated an illegitimate son of the Fan family. When Fan Xian learned that the enemy behind the scenes was the eldest princess, he began to wonder how this cruel woman had colluded with Northern Qi behind the scenes.

"You can rest assured that she will not be able to threaten you again in the future." Lin Ruo did not name anyone, but in the huge carriage, except Fan Sizhe who was kept in the dark, the other three knew the truth.

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I still have to rely on you during my stay in Beijing."

The Fan clan manor was not far from Kyoto. In about an hour, more than a dozen carriages drove into the huge building.

The Fan family had lunch in the manor, took a short rest, and then set out to visit the clan’s cemetery to pay homage in the afternoon.

Nearly a hundred clansmen gathered in the cemetery, burning incense and paper and offering chicken, duck, fish and meat to the thousands of tombstones.

These tombstones are not only for people with the surname Fan, but also for outsiders who have made contributions to the Fan family. They are often engraved with inscriptions and worshipped by people from generation to generation.

As the patriarch, Si Nanbo Fan Jian led the elders of the clan to pay tribute to the martyrs first, and then the young talents of the Fan family came forward one by one to light incense.

The dust and smoke from the burning paper money all over the mountain was very heavy, like a vast expanse of white, causing me to cough from time to time.

Fan Sizhe couldn't stand the smell of smoke everywhere, so he finished the worship early and returned to the manor despite his sister's scolding.

Fan Ruoruo couldn't stand it anymore either, as she was badly suffocated by the smoke, but she still forced herself to squint and look straight ahead, waving her sleeves to dissipate the smell.

When it was Fan Xian's turn to offer sacrifices, the clan members began to have doubts and did not understand why the eldest son of the clan leader was ranked last.

Fan Xian himself didn't understand it either.

Only a few old men in charge of the genealogy repair work had a clear idea, knowing that this illegitimate young master had not yet been included in the Fan family genealogy and was not considered a member of the Fan family. However, Fan Xian was well-known in Beijing and was the son-in-law of the emperor. As for why he had not been included in the family genealogy, even these old men could not guess the secret.

"Sir, the smell this year is stronger than in previous years." Ruoruo could no longer hold on.

"Indeed, you never complained in previous years." Lin Ruo teased slightly, and the hands hidden in his sleeves secretly exerted force, emitting continuous true energy that spread around and immediately dispelled the smoke.

The effect was immediate. Fan Ruoruo felt her vision became much brighter and her breathing became smoother. She watched her brother burn incense.

Wiping away the tears that had come out of her eyes, Fan Ruoruo complained coquettishly, "Sir, why didn't you use this trick earlier?"

Lin Ruo said seriously: "Because Ruo Ruo is a strong girl, if you don't speak, it's not easy for the gentleman to make decisions on his own."

Fan Ruoruo smiled and couldn't help but think of her childhood experiences. She always told her husband how strong she was. She didn't know why, was it to save face in front of her husband?
Perhaps she wanted to prove that compared to other Kyoto girls who stayed in their boudoirs, this little girl named Ruoruo was much better in every way.

Ruoruo was suddenly very touched. It was always good that someone could remember her words.

After the worship, the sky gradually darkened. Perhaps because he had spent too much time in Kyoto, Fan Xian began to reminisce about the wild life in the countryside and insisted on staying overnight.

Fan Jian, who had a kind heart as a father, agreed with the children's opinion and took Liu back to Fan Mansion. He had to go to court the next day, so it was not appropriate for him to stay overnight.

The Fan family manor is ultimately a farm, with paddy fields interspersed with mountains and fields. Many members of the Fan family who are unable to make a living in Beijing rely on it for their livelihood.

The elders in the manor received them patiently, and after dinner, everyone made their own plans.

The spoiled Fan Sizhe was originally reluctant to stay, but when he thought about returning to Beijing and being in the same car with his majestic father, he felt that enduring some hardships in the countryside was nothing.

After dark, Fan Sizhe went into the room and continued to estimate the time wasted on the day's accounts. His obsession was somewhat abnormal.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ruo also stayed at the farm overnight, but he soon disappeared after nightfall.

Fan Xian had no choice but to take Ruoruo for a walk in the fields, deliberately dismissing the guards and chatting with her in private.

"Fan Sizhe is very suitable for doing business in the future."

"That's what the teacher said. He has been cultivating his abilities since he was young, but he loves to play and has been beaten a lot."

In an era when merchants were lowly, the gentleman had a very broad vision, and Fan Xian couldn't help but feel full of admiration for him.

The two siblings were chatting happily, but they didn't know that in a small bamboo forest far away, two figures were as fast as the wind, passing through the forest one after the other, causing the bamboo leaves to rustle.

Wuzhu shook lightly, leaped into the air, and pressed on the swaying bamboo. The wind rustled, and he looked at the people below in confusion: "How did you find me? How could you catch up with me without losing pace?"

"After not seeing you for many years, I missed Fifth Master a little, so I came to ask for a meeting." Lin Ruo put his hands behind his back and looked up at the cold-blooded killer with great pleasure.

"Fifth Master..."

The term "Fifth Master" was unfamiliar, but it moved Wu Zhu slightly. Fei Jie would not call him that. Many years ago, when he and the young lady first established the Supervisory Office, as the first supervisor of the office, he was often called that.

This made Wuzhu, who had lost a lot of memory, recall many past events.

"Are you looking for me to fight?" Wu Zhu asked straightforwardly.

"Can't I just want to see you?" Lin Ruo joked.

Wu Zhu shook his head indifferently and replied: "I don't understand what you mean."

"What a ruthless guy, but fortunately, the Fifth Master has not forgotten Lin over the years, so I am very lucky." Lin Ruo said with great relief.

Wu Zhu thought for a moment, then tilted his head and said, "I had forgotten about you, but the young master often mentioned you, so I remembered it unconsciously."

"Then how can we impress the five adults?" Lin Ruo asked this question.

"Let's fight. I will only remember those who fight with me, such as Ye Liuyun." Although he hasn't seen him for many years, Wu Zhu still remembers him.

The bamboo forest swayed in the wind, and a powerful inner energy permeated it. Lin Ruo swung forward with all his strength, and that hand slapped forward with all its might.

Wu Zhu always acted decisively. He swung the iron rod in his hand and stabbed directly at the person who came.

The two people passed each other and then intertwined again.

Gradually, the sound of fighting became louder and louder, but it was cleverly controlled around the bamboo forest so as not to affect too large an area.

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(End of this chapter)