Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 20 Non-hostile Assassins

Fan Ruoruo nodded vigorously. This knowledge was still too advanced for her to instill in her mind, but she believed that there was always a reason for every word her husband said and every thing he did.

After a while, Teng Zijing finished his business and returned to the carriage, looking extremely serious.

"It's normal to have potholes after the heavy rains these days, but that pothole is a bit too big."

Lin Ruo smiled and said, "It's hard for him, a mere scholar digging such a big hole."

Teng Zijing could not help but curse: "How shameless of a scholar to cheat and lie."

"Don't be surprised, most scholars are like this." Lin Ruo said naturally, his words were very bold, and Teng Zikyo didn't react for a while.

"Of course, I am definitely one of the few people." Lin Ruo explained again.

Teng Zijing looked over carefully and said, "As Miss's teacher, you are certainly not that kind of person."

Fan Ruoruo pouted: "Ruoruo will not be this kind of person in the future, and brother will be the same in the future. We are all in the minority like you."

A hint of smile flashed across Lin Ruo's eyes, and he said to Ruoruo softly, "Do you know what this small part refers to?"

Fan Ruoruo frowned, thought seriously, opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, and finally came up with a ridiculous answer: "Anyway, just do the same as sir."

"What you did just now was really satisfying. This kind of person should be scolded, and his face should be red and he should flee. I have given him face by not exposing him to his face." Teng Zijing was very emotional and complained for no reason. "If it weren't for you speaking up for justice, I would have taught him a lesson."

After finishing the remaining matters, the group set off again. The carriage passed through the muddy field, splashing waves of water, all of which spilled next to the ordinary carriage on the side of the road.

The scholar Wu Bo'an glanced at him coldly and felt annoyed.

The servant handed over a brand new brocade robe for his master to put on: "Isn't that Master Fan in the carriage?"

"What a mistake! I thought it was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Mr. Fan Jian, but I didn't expect it was just an ignorant little boy peeping through the window. I am so angry!"

Wu Bo'an waved his sleeves and frowned. He felt that the people in the car were annoying. Thinking of the Fan Mansion, he suddenly felt angry and resentful.

"To have taught such a rude person, the Fan Mansion in Kyoto, which is deeply blessed by the emperor, is not any better."

The servant added fuel to the fire, "We want to seek refuge with a big shot in the imperial court, the Hanlin Academy scholar Lin Ruofu. How can they, the powerless Fan family, compare to him?"

Wu Bo'an snorted twice, with a look of disdain on his face: "The Hanlin Academy has a bright future. It is the place where the court cultivates talents and stores hope. Seven out of ten prime ministers in history came from the Hanlin Academy. Our direction will not be wrong."

"Let's wait and see, it's unclear who will step on whose head next year."

Lin Ruo couldn't hear this. If he did, he would definitely taunt her and ask how it felt to be killed by Wu Zhu's sword twelve years later. After traveling for a while, Ruo Ruo fell asleep with her face pressed against his. Lin Ruo laid some soft blankets on the carriage to prevent her from being shaken too much, and then got off the carriage to shake herself.

"How long will it take us to enter Beijing?"

"It will take at least ten days to travel there. There is a post station twenty miles away. We can rest there tonight."

Lin Ruo nodded, his eyes focused on the vast forest. At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow appearing in the forest from the corner of his eye.

The black shadow happened to be watching the situation here, and seemed to realize that he had been discovered. He waved his hand and shot a hidden missile, causing a commotion.

The range of this hidden mark was very random, and it just fell not far in front of everyone, without causing any threat.

Someone screamed "assassin", and several fifth-rank guards followed the trail into the woods.

Teng Zijing was worried about a trap, so he led the rest of the people to guard around the carriage.

There was originally quite a bit of noise in the forest, but when the guards rushed in, the noise died down, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Teng Zijing felt very surprised. Even if several fifth-rank guards were defeated, they would not be silent. Could it be that this man was so powerful that... Teng Zijing took a breath and couldn't make up his mind. He could only look at Lin Ruo, who had a calm expression.

The situation in the forest fell into his eyes in an instant. The black shadow moved agilely. After just a face-off, several guards fell down without making any sound.

"Could it be Wu Boan's revenge?" Teng Zijing asked suspiciously.

Lin Ruo knew what was going on and shook his head, saying, "He doesn't have that ability."

"Take good care of Miss Ruoruo. I'll go in and take a look."

Teng Zijing was startled and quickly pulled Lin Ruo back: "How can you go? If anyone should go, it should be us guards who should go."

Lin Ruo said righteously: "I know a little bit about martial arts, I should have told you this."

Teng Zijing watched helplessly, thinking to himself, no matter how good he is at fighting, he can't be better than the fifth-rank guards in the mansion.

"He has no hostility." Only after Lin Ruo said this did Teng Zijing let go of his hand. Not until the man left his sight did Teng Zijing realize that for some reason he had believed the young man's lies. How could an assassin have no hostility?

　Today's third update, 1500 words...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)