Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 28 The Bustle of Fan Mansion

The words of adults coaxing children can never be trusted, and the same goes for the words of Fan Jian, the famous Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and the Earl of Si Nan.

Just a few days later, before he was four years old, the young Fan Ruoruo was rushed to Fan's private school, where he studied ancient Chinese literature and classics with a group of carefree children and experienced his brother's pain.

There was no rusty smell of political struggle in Si Nanbo's study, only daily family matters.

"She is quite easy to talk to. Just see what happens." On this auspicious day to bring the second wife back home, Fan Jian said these words before leaving.

As Lin Ruo listened, he couldn't help but think secretly in his heart, it would only be easy if you stepped forward. Who knows what the situation would be if I stepped forward.

"I have already sent a letter to the best academy in Kyoto. After you have finished this, you can go to the academy to practice. It is good to be confident, but you can't slack off." Fan Jian changed the subject and said, "There are all kinds of students in Kyoto academies. It is inevitable to come into contact with them. If you want to have a clean identity in Kyoto, just don't interact with unnecessary people."

Lin Ruo was a little surprised to hear this. It seemed that Si Nanbo really cared about him. Pushing him into the officialdom could also provide more security for Fan Xian's future.

"What? You don't want to go?" Not hearing any reply, Fan Jian was slightly confused.

Lin Ruo nodded respectfully: "It's the largest academy in Kyoto, and it's the lifelong dream of all students in the world. Naturally, I have to go there."

Fan Jian smiled, and sighed that the young man in front of him always spoke very carefully and politely, and was even more talented than those Kyoto scholars who graduated from academies.

Early in the morning, the welcoming carriage stopped at the gate of Fan's house. The wheels of the carriage creaked and seemed very loose. The two horses pulling the carriage were as thin as mules.

What a shabby carriage and skinny horse! Even a family with a little money in Kyoto would not be so stingy as to use such a carriage, Lin Ruo thought secretly in his heart, and asked Teng Zijing curiously where he found this high-end product.

Thinking of the complicated expression on the Second Madam's face when she saw this, Teng Zijing, who had never been treated harshly by the Second Madam, felt embarrassed and said in a low voice: "The farmer is pulling the thatch, and the top tent is leaking a little. I just hope it rains today."

Lin Ruo took a deep breath and said, "Put on more clothes and cover your face if possible."

Teng Zijing asked: "Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be beaten to a pulp if you go there."

Teng Zijing snorted coldly and said, "It was obviously arranged by the master, I don't know why he wanted to humiliate me like this."

"Even if you don't want to see it, there will always be someone who wants to see it." Lin Ruo sighed. There are so many pairs of eyes in Kyoto staring at him openly or secretly, especially the ones in the palace. He always has to make it look good.

"By the way, where is the flag of the Fan Mansion?"

"Here I am, sir." Wang Qinian, who looked cunning, appeared from behind the car at the right time. "Sir, you are being too ridiculous."

Teng Zijing said helplessly, "He said he cheated me out of two taels of silver yesterday and he felt very sorry for it, so he decided to take my place and pay off the debt today..."

"You believe this rhetoric?"

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. My fist isn't as hard as his." Teng Zijing looked at Lin Ruo with a helpless look.

Lin Ruo glared back: "Don't look at me, my fist is not as hard as his."

Teng Zijing sighed slightly. Actually, he still had some selfish thoughts. It would take at least half a day to travel from Fan Mansion to Liu Mansion. Who could bear to carry flags and show off all the way? He was so happy that someone had taken the blame.

Wang Qinian still had a professional fake smile on his face. At this moment, he had no idea how thrilling and heart-stirring this journey was... The news that the second wife of Sinanbo Mansion was returning home today spread quickly, and half of Kyoto had heard about it.

People thought that the arrogant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue had finally lowered his head and was ready to save this farce, but they didn't know whether the Liu family would let him do as he wished.

Many people have heard that the second wife of the Liu family has a strong family background. It is said that there was a duke in three generations. Although it is gradually declining now, it is not something that should be underestimated.

Five years ago, Liu was willing to marry into the Fan family as a concubine, which caused quite a controversy. At that time, even though Fan Jian inherited the title of Si Nanbo, he was still only in the middle or lower position in the Fan family that was deeply rooted in Kyoto, and it was really hard for people to see what kind of momentum he had.

However, with Fan Jian taking the position of Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue in recent years, the groundless criticism has been reduced a lot.

The people in Kyoto would probably never imagine that in a few years, this man who was deeply favored by the emperor would become the greatest support of the Fan family in the capital.

How amazed they must have been at that time at the ability of the man in the Fan family and the vicious vision of the Liu family.

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Not long after Si Nanbo's welcoming troops left the mansion, the news reached the Liu Mansion far away on the other side of Kyoto.

The servant waiting outside received the message and hurried into the mansion and ran to the main hall.

Old Madam Liu in the main hall looked calm and confident of victory, waiting for news that the Fan family would surrender. This matter had been going on for so long, and she thought that if Fan Jian had any brains, he would know how to end it.

Hearing a hint of restlessness, Old Madam Liu frowned slightly in dissatisfaction and stared at her disappointing daughter: "How can you be so flustered? If you go back this time and get kicked out again, you can't enter my house. There were so many princes and nobles who didn't want to marry you, but you had to marry a man like this."

Liu, with a pretty face, was only in her early twenties at this time, with eyes as black as lacquer and a delicate and fragile appearance. She and Fan Jian were truly a perfect match made in heaven.

Although she was crying, her attitude was still very strong: "Mother, please don't say anything. This man is the only one in my daughter's heart, and she won't marry anyone else."

With a muffled groan, the servant who received the letter finally stumbled into the main hall.

A gleam of light flashed in Liu's pupils, and she stood up quickly.

Old Madam Liu took a deep breath, took the letter and opened it. She was so proud just now, but after just one look, her face wrinkled into a ball and she threw the letter to the ground in anger.

"Did you kill Fan Jian's son? He's going to do this to you!"

Liu picked up the envelope from the ground tremblingly. After reading the contents of the letter, she did not show the same disbelief as her mother. Instead, she stopped crying and accepted the result calmly.

Liu was a smart person. When the news of being expelled back to her mother's home spread like wildfire throughout the capital, she realized that everything was not just a private matter in the Fan family.

So during these days, Liu kept silent about the whole matter and never told anyone the whole story, so that her own mother was inevitably kept in the dark.

The moment she saw this news, Liu's guess became even more certain.

　I don't know whether this is a good story or not... I always thought I was writing at my own pace, but you guys complaining in the comment section has confused me. If you have any suggestions on how to advance the plot, you can tell me at the end of this chapter, and I will take a serious look at how to change it. Also, if you keep reading tonight and keep up the pace, you can be shortlisted for the weekend test tomorrow. I'm sorry to bother you, my readers.

　　
　
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