Fairy, I really am a villain!

When I walked out of the Six Gates, I saw two graceful figures standing on the street. They were dressed in white and black robes. They had similar bright and beautiful faces, and their eyes were very gentle when they looked at me.

They couldn't do these things, so they could only try not to cause trouble for their brother and compensate him in other ways.

"Sister, Miss Mu You." Seeing that the situation between them no longer seemed so tense, Fang Xiwen couldn't help but smile, as if all her fatigue had dissipated.

"Xiwen, you've worked hard." Fang Qingxiao stepped beside him, took his arm, and smiled, "Let's go eat?"

Different name, win!

"Yes, we booked a banquet at Chuiyun Pavilion. I should have told my father. Didn't you talk to him?" Fang Xiwen was a little confused.

"Nothing to say to him."

Seeing Fang Qingxiao's attitude, he didn't know what to say. He just looked at Li Muyou and smiled: "If you are free in the evening, would you like to come with me, Miss Muyou?"

This is just a lie. The girl has joined him in killing the young master of Tianmen, and has become a traitor. How can she still be free?

"Are you going?" Li Mumo put on his hood and hid his eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm? Of course I'll go."

"Well."

Without saying anything more, she walked to Fang Xiwen's left side. She wanted to get closer to him, but was afraid of being rejected. She just quietly pulled at the edge of her black robe, saying nothing all the way.

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Chuiyun Pavilion.

The restaurant owner received the news from somewhere and learned in advance that the visitor was the younger brother of Marquis Xuanping. He immediately dispersed the guests on the entire floor and made full preparations.

There is only a table in this large space with carved beams and painted buildings, and the rest of the space is decorated with ink paintings and potted plants. The environment is elegant yet luxurious.

As you get closer, you can hear the sound of stringed instruments. In the open space opposite the table, there are several beautiful women standing. They are the top girls in Yingchun Garden, with long sleeves made of gauze and exquisite figures.

Fortunately, Fang Xiwen had the habit of checking out the venue in advance, and quickly asked the boss to remove the band and dance troupe. This was a family gathering, why did this happen?

After personally taking care of things for a while, he finally felt relieved and invited Fang Tianyu over.

The marquis, dressed in a python robe, walked like a dragon and a tiger. After looking around, he nodded with satisfaction and sat down in the main seat with a smile on his face.

To be honest, Fang Tianyu was really looking forward to this dinner. As the Marquis of Xuanping, he had attended all kinds of banquets, and no matter how luxurious they were, they were not to his liking.

But this time it was different. The ones accompanying him for dinner were his own children, and the lonely elderly people (?) who had been staying in the capital. He really wanted to see what their daily life was like.

Fang Xiwen had just sat down according to the order of seniority, and without any discussion, his two sisters sat next to him, one on his left and one on his right.

At this time, behind the screen with ink-splashed landscape, the elegant sound of stringed instruments could be heard.

"Xiwen, eat your food." As soon as the meal started, Fang Qingxiao picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and added it to his bowl, smiling softly with her eyebrows bent.

"Oh, thank you, sis."

Fang Xiwen had a blank expression on his face, and there was no hint of gratitude in his words.

This guy usually reads a sword manual while eating, and just opens his mouth all day long waiting for him to feed him, but in this formal occasion, he pretends to be nice. Who is he showing this to?

"Eat." In fact, Li Muyu was not used to sitting at the same table with others, but she was unwilling to lose to anyone else but Fang Qingxiao, so she followed suit and picked up a piece of food with chopsticks.

"Oh, thank you Miss Mu You." Fang Xiwen was a little flattered. He ate quickly and then smiled sincerely and gently.

However, Li Muyu opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and his expression looked a little lost.

"Win!" Fang Qingxiao took it all in and raised her eyebrows in a somewhat proud manner.

She knew that she owed her sister a lot, and even if she was hit by the sword, it was her own fault, but there was one thing she absolutely could not give up.

Do you understand the value of Big Sister, huh?

"Come, Xiwen is still growing, eat more. Open your mouth, sister will feed you~"

"Okay, okay, thank you, sister." Fang Xiwen said perfunctorily, then looked at Li Muyu with concern, and said with a casual smile: "Thank you too, Miss Muyu, don't just pick up the food for me, eat it yourself too.

Don't be too formal, just treat it as if you're at home, no one will say anything."

Hearing this, the woman nodded slightly.

The strange thing is that the more polite he was, the more frustrated Li Muyou seemed. His eyebrows furrowed and he poked at the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks. What's going on? What did I say wrong?

Just as the three people had different thoughts, Fang Tianyu, who had been sitting in the main seat, noticed something was wrong.

Why doesn't anyone pay attention to me?

After waiting anxiously for a while, he came up with an idea. He coughed and said in a deep voice, "Xiwen, please sit here. I have something to say to you."

"Oh, okay." Hearing that, Fang Xiwen happily went over with the bowl in her hand. The remaining two sisters looked at each other across the empty seats, glaring at each other.

'win! '

So Fang Tianyu put his arm around his shoulders with some pride, and was about to say something, but suddenly got stuck.

...What do you usually talk about with your son? Is the food delicious, or did he go to a brothel?

"Well, your revision of this amazing book is a mess." After a long while, Fang Tianyu finally uttered these words, his old face feeling a little hot.

"What you are teaching me is that maybe I really don't have any talent, not as talented as my sister." He followed your advice.

"Haha, there's no need to belittle yourself. It's normal to go astray without a famous teacher by your side. My father also practiced blindly and figured things out on his own, but didn't he end up with internal and external problems when he was in his twenties?"

Talking about the glorious deeds, Fang Tianyu regained his rhythm of conversation, grinned, and continued: "It just so happens that your father can stay for a few more days and give you good guidance on your cultivation."

"Thank you, Dad. You are so thoughtful. Let's eat!" Fang Xiwen was overjoyed and his words were full of sincerity.

With guidance from a location master who practices the same internal skills, win!

So he took the opportunity to ask about the difficulties of cultivation at the dinner table. Fang Tianyu was an expert among experts in this area, and his few casual suggestions made him feel like he had suddenly become enlightened and he gained a lot of insights.

It turns out there are so many tricks to condense the acupoints... Fang Xiwen took note of them carefully and gained a lot.

"By the way, I told you not to go back to Shendu for the time being, but you must come back after a while." Fang Tianyu seemed to remember something, and his voice was a little low.

Hearing this, the two sisters stopped their cold war, looked at each other, and pricked up their ears.

"What?" Fang Xiwen blinked.

"The current emperor wants to matchmake for you, but we're not sure which lady it will be. Maybe it'll be from the Cao family, or maybe it'll be from the Wang family..." Fang Tianyu said with a hint of impatience in his tone, and drank up the tea at hand. "It's not enough to kidnap me, you're even planning to take over my son!"

Susu!

Although he didn't seem to move, the whole building began to shake, the weather outside the building changed color, and the clouds lowered!

"cough."

Soon, Fang Tianyu coughed lightly, and with a casual press, the surroundings calmed down. Seeing his son's calm face, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: "You are calm."

"Because I expected it." Fang Xiwen had a blank expression.

It is indeed a classic plot that should be said or not. I didn't expect that a joke I made with Jiang Xingchu before would come true... But to be honest, if the emperor's move was out of political considerations, it is indeed understandable.

Because the loyalty of the Fang family is beyond words, they are completely one of our own. Based on this premise, the marriage partner chosen by the royal family is likely to be a hostile family, that is, a family that is not compatible in terms of political and economic positions, but has considerable room for maneuver.

And with the nepotism of marriage, there is a lot of room for maneuver.

"So what do you think?"

"From a long-term perspective, this is also a good thing for the Fang family's development. I don't object to it." Fang Xiwen really didn't care. Instead, he thought it was a good opportunity.

By then, he would accept the marriage proposal, establish a basis for cooperation between the two families, and allow the Fang family to deepen its foundation. Then, he could fake his death and escape. This way, he would not ruin the girl's reputation and he could also reveal his identity.

Maybe there is still a chance to free Fang Tianyu from that "prison"...

"I object!" However, Fang Qingxiao slammed the table and shouted, "I absolutely do not agree to my brother becoming a victim of a political marriage!"

"Sister..." Fang Xiwen was shocked. Oh my god, she actually knew this was called a political marriage!

"Your mother isn't dead yet, when will it be your turn to make the decision?" Fang Tianyu's eyes were a little gloomy when he said this, then he touched his head and his tone softened, "Xiwen's intention is very good, but this matter is not urgent, we can discuss it later.

If it really doesn't work, you can just bring that person home and get the gift directly. Then your father will refuse it on your behalf and that's it!"

"This, this is also a plan." Fang Xiwen was speechless.

I don’t know whether the silly girl is willing to go home with him. Should I lie to her and tell her that God has a lot of delicious food?

As for our Lady Saint... we would never dare to bring her along. The Demon-Slaying Formation in the Divine Capital is not a vegetarian.

All in all, the meal was quite enjoyable, except that Fang Xiwen received some news that was neither good nor bad, and was in a weird mood.

After dinner, Fang Tianyu wanted to go and find bad luck with the Six Gates himself, so he took his two sisters to the rented yard.

Along the way, Fang Qingxiao pulled at his sleeve, her eyes sharp, and repeated: "Don't agree to it, I will be angry."

"What's the yes or no? Do I get to choose?" Fang Xiwen was both angry and amused, and couldn't help but knock her on the head, "The emperor didn't say he wanted to marry you off, but instead decided to marry me off. This is already pretty good.

I guess he thinks you have a bright future and there is no need for you to be a sacrifice. This emperor still cares about his own people. "

"What do you mean by that? I'll go chop him up—" Before Fang Qingxiao could finish her words, someone covered her mouth with her hands. Her beautiful eyes were filled with indignation. "No one can hear you."

"It's not a good habit to develop this way. Be careful or someone will catch you." Fang Xiwen loosened his hand and warned.

He had no good feelings towards feudal monarchs, and the Six Gates were like that. The so-called checks and balances were just blind concessions. It would have been fine if they were like that to the lawful righteous, but in the end they were still submissive to the evil ways, allowing them to harm the people. No wonder Jiang Xingchu said they were a bunch of trash.

However, this argument is a bit of a no-brainer. The essence is that the royal family is too weak. The combination of a half-step Dharma body and a magic weapon is more than enough to suppress a sect, but it is still far from enough to make the whole world submit, so the social structure seems a bit deformed.

The royal family had thought of a solution, for example, the Heaven and Earth Human Ranking was a hidden chess move, which initially caused many sects to fight and consume each other. Unfortunately, the young people on the Human Ranking are still fighting for fame, and the long-established Dharma masters on the Heaven Ranking are too lazy to pay attention.

After chatting for a while, the three of them soon walked into a large courtyard with elegant environment, with old trees with intertwined roots, bamboo shadows swaying, stone tables under the shade, rockery and flowing water. It can be seen that this was once the house of a wealthy family.

At this time, Fang Qingxiao's dissatisfaction had reached a critical point. She couldn't hit the emperor, and she was afraid of being heard if she cursed at him. She was so angry.

So he found an empty room and went in with his wooden sword, then took out a wooden man and started chopping him.

"Don't mind it, that's just her personality. I'll go and comfort her later." After saying that, Fang Xiwen looked at Li Muyu and smiled: "Although it may be a little late to say this, that..."

“…?” Because he was the only one there, Li Muyu took off his hood, revealing his pale face, and blinked in confusion.

"Although I shouldn't say this, although I'm only staying here temporarily, although you may still be resentful in your heart..." Fang Xiwen slowly walked in front of her, stretched out his hand and smiled gently: "If you are willing to agree, I will be very happy.

Welcome home, second sister."

The moonlight broke through the clouds and fell on that handsome face. His smile was not false at all, his eyebrows and eyes were always so gentle, and he exuded warmth all the time.

In just a moment, Li Muyou's tears burst out and then slid down her cheeks uncontrollably. She subconsciously covered her mouth and just cried silently.

How many years had she waited for these words?

She couldn't even remember the day she was born, and her parents' faces gradually blurred in her mind, like sand that could not be grasped by her fingertips.