Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different golden finger

Chapter 203 Backlash
"Dad, what are you going to do!
The Third Prince seems to have fanned the flames, putting me in this situation. Do I have to let Ruoruo compromise?"

Fan Xian looked excited.

"So what do you want to do? Do you have any chips that can impress him?"

Fan Jian shouted angrily, rarely losing his temper with Fan Xian.

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian's expression froze.

"Dad, brother, I'm willing to go!"

Fan Ruoruo stood up, pursed her thin lips, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

"Let's go."

Fan Jian gave the order.

After the two left, Fan Xian's eyes were dazed, because he had to let his sister pay for the mistake he made. What kind of man is he!
"One man's honey may be another man's poison. How do you know if Ruoruo is willing to do it?

The question now is whether the Third Prince is willing to accept her."

Fan Jian has a profound vision.

Three years ago, Bai Jing changed his mind, which made his own daughter suffer. He saw it all, how she lost her appetite day after day.

If this can help Ruoruo, it would be a good thing. As for whether she is the main wife or not, it is no longer important.

"Is that so..."

Fan Xian felt much better. Perhaps this was what Ruoruo had always wished for.

The Fan Mansion and the Third Prince's Mansion are not far apart, so it doesn't take much time to go back and forth.

Soon Wang Qinian brought Meng Jiang to Fan's house.

"Where's Ruoruo?"

Fan Xian said hurriedly.

Wang Qinian hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss Ruoruo said that she will not return to the Fan Mansion in the future, and she wants to stay with the Third Prince.

Miss Ruoruo asked me to tell you not to worry about her."

"This……"

Fan Xian didn't know what to say about this matter.

"Haha, your sister got what she wanted. As a brother, shouldn't you be happy?"

Meng Jiang smiled.

Fan Xian had a bitter smile on his face: "Mr. Meng, please stop making up stories about me."

"Well, I have received the order from His Royal Highness the Third Prince to see you, so I won't waste any more time talking nonsense."

Meng Jiang did not comment. He stretched out his dry big hand, and with a burst of strength, he directly tore the bandage on Fan Xian's chest into pieces, and pressed his palm on his chest.

"hiss!"

Fan Xian took a deep breath and dared not say a word.

A wonderful thing happened. Several small red hands emerged from Meng Jiang's arm and went deep into Fan Xian's body. In a short while, the wound was completely healed and no trace could be seen.

Fan Xian now looks no different from an ordinary person except that his face has turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

"Amazing!"

Fan Xian's pupils shrank.

How could such a serious injury be recovered so quickly? !

"Boy, what's your reaction? Didn't you see my methods last time?"

Meng Jiang chuckled.

Fan Xian thought for a moment and said, "Didn't it take you several hours to heal me that time?"

"How can this be the same? Back then, they were trying to reshape your meridians, but now they are just healing your wounds."

Meng Jiang didn't care.

"The living dead, the flesh and bones... it really lives up to its reputation."

Fan Xian sighed.

“Take some tonic medicine these days and take good care of your body.

You were bleeding heavily before, and it was difficult to stop it. This method of mine will also consume some of your energy and blood.

You are also a medical student, you can write the prescription and pick the herbs yourself, so I won’t worry about it.”

Meng Jiang warned.

Fan Xian's heart moved, as if he had discovered some secret, and he said, "Mr. Meng, your method is related to Qi and blood."

"Let's put it this way. If you practice this skill to a deep level, you don't need to overdraw your energy and blood. For example, let my teacher do it...

I am not a good student, and I cannot reach the level of my teacher."

The essence of Shuangquan Hand is still based on the theory of Qi under one person, and is the regulation, supplementation and micro-manipulation of the innate Qi of the human body.

However, when Fan Xian was told about it, he didn't understand, so Meng Jiang said it was the power of qi and blood.

Her double-handed skills were inherited from her master, and indeed they were far inferior. "You still have a teacher."

"Of course, I can't create this skill. Our lineage is a hidden lineage in the world. There is only one person in a generation, and it is rare for people to be born."

Meng Jiang smiled and said that she would stop there. She knew very well that talking too much would lead to mistakes, so she didn't want to say more.

"Then why did you come out again?"

"You little brat, don't ask about things you shouldn't know!"

Meng Jiang hit Fan Xian's head hard with his cane.

Soon, people from the city guards and the Inspection Bureau also showed up.

"Minister Fan, I'm sorry, but we are handling this case impartially. We will investigate everyone in Kyoto."

The captain of the city guard bowed.

"It doesn't matter, please."

Fan Jian nodded.

Fan Xian's injuries healed, but he was not panicked.

"Is Fan Xiaoshixian sober now?"

The captain of the city guard was amazed.

"Of course, it would be good if we invited this person to come and see it."

Fan Xian pointed at Meng Jiang and said proudly.

The captain of the city guards then noticed Meng Jiang, his body stiffened, and said, "So Mr. Meng is here too."

"Ah."

"Blessed are you."

The captain of the city guard wiped away the unnecessary cold sweat. He had the honor to participate in the battle when Meng Jiang broke out of Kyoto, which left a very deep impression on him.

He was not even a captain at that time, just a small soldier. He was poisoned just by looking at Meng Jiang. He was in a very miserable state and was left with psychological trauma.

"Minister Fan, I wonder where my beloved daughter is. Why don't I see her?"

The captain of the city guard didn't want to stay with Meng Jiang any longer, so he left the room and asked Fan Jian.

According to the rules, they have to personally review every household and every person.

This is a hard requirement issued by the higher-ups. It is said that the assassin is unknown whether he is a man or a woman, so everyone is a suspect.

"She is staying overnight at the Third Prince's residence. If you want to find her, go to the Third Prince's residence."

Fan Jian waved his hand.

The captain of the city guard was stunned for a moment, then he smiled admiringly and said, "I see. Sorry to bother you."

…………

That night, the assassin was not found in Kyoto, but an interesting story spread throughout the city.

Miss Fan, the one who was known as the most talented woman in Beijing, Fan Ruoruo, was not at home at the time, but went to the Third Prince's residence and did not return all night.

Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, Fan Ruoruo's reputation has been damaged and it can be considered a scandal.

The Third Prince's Mansion.

Bai Jing stood up slowly and put on his clothes with the help of Fan Ruoruo.

"You will live here from now on. After Wan'er and I get married, I will take you as my concubine."

"Yes, thank you for your grace, Your Highness the Third Prince."

Fan Ruoruo's eyes dimmed slightly, but she was happy with it.

Bai Jing ignored her thoughts and left the room.

He was going to be the emperor, so he must have three thousand beauties in his harem. It was impossible for him to favor only one person. In ancient society, Lin Wan'er would have no objection to polygamy.

Besides, it was quite interesting to see the woman whom he had never been able to get in the past begging to climb into his bed.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

Meng Jiang has returned from Fan's house and pays her respects to Bai Jing.

"Well, is Fan Xian's injury healed?"

"He has been cured as you instructed."

"Go down."

Bai Jing played with the keys in his hand with a playful look on his face.

It’s better not to let Fan Xian get this dangerous thing called Barrett.

If someone thinks of the Barrett anti-material sniper rifle as an ordinary sniper rifle, then they probably don't understand its power.

What's more, this is a product of the post-nuclear era, and Bai Jing didn't dare to compare it with the Barrett of modern society in his previous life.

(End of this chapter)