Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 94 Boudoir Battle
The four of them walked into the quiet courtyard and went to the elegant building deep in the courtyard. The maid led them to the third floor and served them tea.

The old maid in the palace came out of the room and said with some complaints: "The princess needs to rest. How can Miss Ye bring so many people here?"

"I can understand that Miss Fan wants to visit the princess, but it is ridiculous that she brings two men with her." The old nanny scolded sternly.

This is indeed a very absurd thing, and it can't help but need a reasonable reason to cover it up.

As for Fan Xian's identity as the princess's son-in-law, it certainly could not be revealed. Meeting with the princess at this time was against etiquette. If the old nanny reported it to the palace, no one would be well off.

Ye Ling'er thought about it and followed Fan Xian's words and said, "This is the apprentice of Mr. Fei, the head of the Third Department of the Supervisory Council. I invited him to check Sister Lin's health."

The old nanny glanced at Fan Xian and said coldly, "Don't bother Miss Ye to worry about it. Mr. Lin has taken good care of the princess."

"Mr. Lin only gave me a method to cure tuberculosis. Didn't Mr. Lin also say that the method to maintain health still requires more conditioning. So what's the problem with me finding a doctor?" Ye Ling'er didn't give the old lady any face and yelled at her directly.

The old nanny's tone was much gentler, but what she said was shocking: "Miss Ye seems to not believe in Mr. Lin's ability. I will pass on a message to Mr. Lin."

Ye Linger was furious, her eyebrows furrowed tightly: "Mr. Lin said that he could take Sister Lin out to relax for a few days. Did the old lady believe it?"

The old lady was speechless after hearing this. Even though Mr. Lin had explained the matter, she was afraid of other accidents, so she had been arguing with Miss Ye and had never agreed.

"I have to report to the palace first. I'm not like Miss Ye who can do things so casually." The old nanny said shamelessly, always with many excuses.

Fan Xian was in a state of confusion. How could he tolerate these two people talking so much? He was eager to go into the room and meet the princess. He made some subtle movements with his hands and brought the tea over: "Don't be angry, Mammy. This visit was a bit abrupt. It's our fault."

"Since you are Master Fei's apprentice, you really don't need to be so polite to me." The old nanny's words seemed very respectful, but in fact they kept people at a distance, making Fan Xian realize that he would not get in by saying nice things.

"I am Fei Jie's apprentice, and I have some relationship with Lord Lin. I heard Lord Lin mention Madam before, saying that Madam has taken good care of the princess and has made great contributions."

When the old lady heard this, her eyes lit up.

Fan Xian took the opportunity to pass the tea to the old nanny, who let down her guard and took a few sips.

Although she knew a lot, she was just an old woman in the palace with a narrow vision. She was not like the guards outside the courtyard, who were well versed in the dangers of the world and could understand the oppression brought by the name of Fei Jie.

Sure enough, less than a quarter of an hour later, the old nanny's face suddenly changed. She covered her stomach and wailed, gave a few brief instructions, and hurried downstairs.

Fan Ruoruo smiled and said, "Brother, what medicine did you give the old lady?"

"Just some ordinary laxative." Fan Xian said calmly.

Although Ye Ling'er felt ashamed, she could not deny that this was the most appropriate method. Torturing the arrogant old woman would make her feel much better.

Ye Ling'er led the way, and Fan Xian walked in with his head down, putting the packet of laxatives back into his arms. As a poison master, he had more than just laxatives on him, but also aphrodisiacs, drugs and other kinds of drugs at all times, ready for any emergency.

In the princess's boudoir, the smell of medicine and fragrance mixed together. A curtain was draped across the room, blocking Fan Xian's attempt to spy on her.

Ye Ling'er gestured for them to wait for a while, and went into the curtain alone to chat with Sister Lin about some private matters. After a while, she came out and invited Fan Xian in.

As for Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe, they went downstairs to prevent the old lady from coming back.

Fan Xian lifted the curtain and walked in, and a charming fragrance filled his nose.

Inside the partition, there is another curtain, blocking the bed, separating it from the other side like a hidden world.

Is this to prevent the spread of tuberculosis, or to prevent a scoundrel like him from peeping? Fan Xian thought to himself as he sat on the round stool in front of the bed.

The princess behind the curtain also sat up from the bed, revealing her beautiful figure.

The two looked at each other through a curtain, and for some reason, the emotions on their faces suddenly became tense.

It was understandable that Fan Xian was nervous. After all, she was his fiancée, and she might even be the girl he had been thinking about.

Wan'er's nervousness was even more direct. It was unacceptable in itself to talk to a stranger in the boudoir without going through the formalities.

"Mr. Fan, Sister Ling'er said that you have a way to cancel the engagement. If that's the case, just tell me." After a long moment, the gentle female voice behind the curtain took the initiative to respond.

But after saying this, Fan Xian, who was sitting on the round stool, did not respond at all.

Lin Wan'er's beautiful face showed a puzzled look, and she whispered softly inside the curtain: "Thank you for your understanding of the marriage, Master Fan. Wan'er is ill and does not want to be a burden to Master Fan. If you need any help, just tell me directly."

"Fan Xian, are you deaf? Speak now." Ye Ling'er, who was standing beside the bed, became irritable. She thought Sister Lin was as beautiful as a fairy, but you haven't seen her yet, so why are you so dumbfounded?

Thinking of this, Ye Ling'er felt a little worried. What if Fan Xian saw Sister Lin's stunning beauty and suddenly had evil intentions and regretted his decision?

At this moment, Fan Xian was like a silly fool, staring stupidly inside the curtain, unable to speak for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he could no longer suppress the smile that appeared on the corners of his mouth.

He would never forget the gentle voice in the Qing Temple even if his whole life passed.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, trying his best to conceal his excitement and ecstasy, and said solemnly: "There is a way, but does the princess really want to give up this marriage?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Ling'er refuted in a stern voice: "Fan Xian, what do you mean?"

Fan Xian ignored her and focused on the reaction behind the curtain, thinking, "Why don't you say something back?"

Lin Wan'er, who was sitting on the bed, grabbed the corner of the bed with both hands, clenched her teeth, her heartbeat quickened, and her mind was in a mess with anxiety. She seemed to hear vaguely the voice from the temple, and after a pause, she finally confirmed that it came from outside the curtain.

Her face quickly turned red like the morning glow, covering up her fair little face.

"Sister Lin, what's wrong with you?" Ye Ling'er became worried.

"It's okay, it's a little hot." Lin Wan'er shook her head, like a beautiful flower, swaying gently in the breeze.

"Princess, do you like chicken legs?" Fan Xian couldn't wait to give another hint.

Lin Wan'er raised her soft and watery eyes, propped up her hands on the bed, and looked at her good sister: "Sister Ling'er, open the curtain to let in some fresh air."

"That won't work. What if you catch a cold? It's very windy today." Ye Ling'er said unhappily, looking outside the curtain with dissatisfaction.

Fan Xian was filled with resentment, wondering why he had missed you just now and why he hadn't brought you a prescription.

Collecting his thoughts, Fan Xian forced himself to calm down. He had already determined that the princess was the chicken leg girl he had been thinking about, and the princess must have guessed his identity. In this case, was there any point in pulling the curtain to see her?

"I've waited for so many days, it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer." Fan Xian comforted himself, and then he felt it was ridiculous.

It was only a moment later that something strange happened. Fan Xian finally couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up at an extremely strange speed and pulled open the curtain.

That beautiful little face came into view, and Fan Xian slowly put on a dazed smile, and then a fist came over and hit his clean face.

"Fan Xian, you scoundrel!"

Ye Ling'er was extremely angry and started fighting with Fan Xian. She punched him unexpectedly, drove him out of the curtain, and attacked him fiercely with her foot.

Fan Xian tilted his body to avoid the outstretched foot, which stepped down and crushed the round stool, sending wood chips flying.

Fan Xian was somewhat surprised that Ye Ling'er was indeed a martial arts master. Thinking in his mind, but not daring to alarm the guards outside the courtyard, Fan Xian deliberately suppressed his means and fought and retreated with Ye Ling'er, chasing and fighting in the room.

In the yard of the small attic, the old lady came out of the toilet, holding her waist, looking depressed and somewhat exhausted.

"I don't know what happened today. I suddenly had a stomachache for no apparent reason."

The old lady was complaining when she suddenly heard an unusual noise coming from upstairs. She stood up and rushed upstairs to see what was going on.

Fan Sizhe stopped in front of her, smiled sincerely, and rubbed his hands: "I have nothing to do, old lady, can you play Pai Gow with me?"

The old lady was stunned by his question.

Fan Ruoruo also stopped him and said with a smile, "My brother is stupid, old lady, don't listen to his nonsense."

"There's a noise upstairs. I've got to go upstairs and take a look." The old nanny said hurriedly. Her stomach ached and the discomfort came over her again, but she still forced herself to hold it in. She pushed Fan Ruoruo away and was about to run upstairs.

After being pushed by her, Fan Ruoruo couldn't shake her body and was about to fall to the ground. Suddenly, a hand came to her waist and lifted her slender body up.

"I think it's Miss Ye who is making trouble in the room. Old nanny doesn't need to worry too much." Lin Ruo's gentle voice came.

The old nanny stood still and bowed: "Why is Mr. Lin here?" She thought that this was possible, after all, Miss Ye was the most willful and capricious. She also heard the noise upstairs suddenly stop, and her anxiety eased a lot.

Lin Ruo continued, "The old lady doesn't look well, don't worry too much, I'll go upstairs and take a look."

When the old nanny heard this, she grabbed her stomach and bowed again: "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Lin." Then she ran back to the toilet.

"Why are you here, sir?" Fan Ruoruo asked in surprise.

"If I hadn't come, you would have made a big fuss." Lin Ruo loosened his hand on his waist and walked up to the third floor with a calm face.

Fan Ruoruo followed him like a kitten and walked up shoulder to shoulder: "It's to help brother meet his future sister-in-law."

"Isn't that kid Fan Xian fighting with that Miss Ye upstairs? Ye Ling'er looks like she deserves a beating, she's very fierce." Fan Sizhe complained behind the two of them.

Fan Ruoruo glared back with her bright and kind eyes, and stopped Fan Sizhe from speaking without restraint.

Fan Sizhe pouted, extremely dissatisfied: "You just treat me harshly."

In the room upstairs, Lin Wan'er sat at the head of the bed, coughing softly.

Fan Xian smiled, thinking that his future wife was really smart and lovely. She used a fake cough to attract Ye Ling'er's attention and stop the fight between them.

"They said we had to open the curtain to let in some air. We almost suffocated the princess." Fan Xian did not forget to pass on the blame.

Ye Ling'er said angrily, "It's all your fault for pulling the curtain and causing Sister Lin to catch a cold."

"Okay, stop arguing." Lin Wan'er said while coughing.

Both of them were very obedient and kept their mouths shut.

Fan Xian looked at her with a smile.

Lin Wan'er was excited and her face turned red again.

Ye Ling'er said angrily: "Fan Xian, how dare you look at Sister Lin!" But then she was startled and found that Sister Lin was full of joy.

His eyes softened, his voice became lighter, and he crossed his fingers helplessly: "You two, you can't..."

Ye Ling'er left the room angrily.

"Why are you blocking the way? Get out of here." Fan Sizhe was outside the door, looking inside, but Ye Ling'er who came out pushed him away and he fell to the ground.

"All women are tigers!" Fan Sizhe complained while sitting on the ground.

"It seems that the person inside is really my sister-in-law." Standing between the railings, Fan Ruoruo immediately guessed the reason and asked curiously, "Did you guess it a long time ago, sir?"

Lin Ruo smiled and nodded: "Maybe, probably."

"So the master came to see the three of us make a fool of ourselves." Fan Ruoruo turned away and complained, "With the master's methods, it would not be easy for my brother to meet my sister-in-law."

Lin Ruo shook his head again: "Not really, too many things are always inconvenient to do."

He just explained it casually, and Fan Ruoruo believed it innocently: "Well, sir, he never lies."

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After leaving the royal villa and getting on the carriage back home, Fan Xian, with his hand on his chin, couldn't stop laughing the whole time, as if he had just had a beautiful dream and was still unable to extricate himself from the aftertaste of it, looking a little dazed.

Fan Sizhe shouted resentfully, "Hey... big brother, I helped you a lot today, you must pay me the ten taels of silver I promised you."

Fan Xian waved at him and said, "Don't worry, you won't lose a cent."

Fan Sizhe was also happy now and started to settle the accounts.

Fan Ruoruo also asked: "What about my sister's?"

"I'll go buy chicken legs for my sister later." Fan Xian said absentmindedly.

"Sister, I think your brother wants to buy chicken legs for your sister-in-law." Fan Ruoruo said angrily, confirming that her brother's heart had been completely attracted by her sister-in-law.

Fan Xian stopped laughing and said seriously, "That old nanny is quite hateful. She made my brother not say a few words to your sister-in-law."

"But my brother has told your sister-in-law to close the windows tightly at night." Fan Xian said, the corners of his mouth curling up unconsciously again.

Fan Ruoruo understood what he meant in a second, and smiled softly, laughing at her brother for being too hasty. She then asked worriedly, "Brother, are you really going to do this tonight?"

Fan Xian nodded affirmatively: "Sister, you know that your brother never likes to be wronged."

"Brother, just don't go too far." Fan Ruoruo said.

"What are you doing at night? What does it have to do with closing the windows?" Fan Sizhe didn't understand and couldn't help but shout.

Fan Ruoruo took out the ruler without getting tired of it.

"Do I have to fight even if I don't understand?" Fan Sizhe's face changed and he was speechless.

Fan Ruoruo smiled and said, "I've told you so many times to call me brother before you speak. I did it just now. Why did you forget it now?"

A crisp clapping sound was heard in the car...

Fan Sizhe cried again...

(End of this chapter)