Chapter 13 Do you believe in love at first sight?
Ye Linger frowned slightly, she got up and wanted to go up to 'invite' in person, but Fan Ruoruo blocked her.
"Ye Linger, stop messing around!" Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly, dissatisfied, "What kind of status is the princess of the Lin family, how can he meet my brother in private."
Ye Linger is used to being lawless. If Lin Waner wasn't her best friend, how could she be so humbly asking for an illegitimate child?
The more she thought about it, the more angry she couldn't help jumping forward, but she vaguely heard the light cough coming from the carriage behind her, and she couldn't help becoming more and more depressed. She mobilized her internal strength and said loudly again.
"The Princess of the Lin Family, I would like to ask Master Fan to meet you."
Fan Ruoruo was anxious. She didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so tough. If the delay continues, the news that Fan Xian is not in the car may no longer be hidden.
Just when she was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from the carriage behind her, which was almost similar to her brother, and it was enough to pretend to be real when dealing with outsiders.
"Fan knows what the princess wants to say in his heart. It's okay to meet, but today the princess's breath is out of order. It seems to be a relapse of the gas disease. It's better to go back to the house to recuperate. In a few days, Fan will come to the door in person."
After a pause, Fan Xian's tone became more sincere, "Don't worry, the Princess, Fan will definitely not make things difficult for the Princess."
Fan Sizhe has absolutely no such means, even if Teng Zijing is by his side.
From this point of view, this imitation sound was created by that Mr. Zhou again.
Fan Ruoruo suppressed the distracting thoughts in her heart, and stood in front of Ye Linger again.
Ye Linger was already anxious when she heard the light cough coming from behind her. Hearing the words of 'Fan Xian', she didn't persist any longer. She bowed to Fan Ruoruo and apologized. Ye Linger turned and walked towards the carriage.
Inside the carriage of Fan Mansion.
Fan Sizhe looked at Zhou Ji in shock again, and subconsciously wanted to learn how to touch his throat with his fingers, but retched a few times before giving up, and complained, "Why are you so good at indecent things?"
Zhou Ji apologized slightly to Fan Ruoruo, who had returned to the carriage, and said with a smile, "Please do not take offense if you are in a hurry."
"Young Master Zhou did my brother a great favor, so how could Ruoruo blame him?" Fan Ruoruo said to Fan Sizhe, who was still rubbing his neck while staring, his younger brother looked so stupid.
"Sister, you don't know, just now he did this again and again. His voice became exactly like my brother's." Fan Sizhe whispered.
Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Sizhe's imitation show, and asked curiously: "How did Mr. Zhou do it just now? Just by touching his throat, he can make a sound that is unreal?"
Zhou Ji smiled and said: "They are all small skills, related to internal strength, and others cannot learn them."
"A few meters away, you can hear how many people are hidden in the carriage in the busy city. Is this also a trick?" Fan Ruoruo didn't believe it.
"It's not surprising that a ninth-grade archer with this level of perception can also do it." Zhou Ji explained.
"Are you a rank nine archer?" Fan Ruoruo asked in surprise.
"No." Zhou Ji paused for a moment, and said quietly, "What a ninth-rank archer can do, I can do it too. What I can do, a ninth-rank archer may not be able to."
"That's the great master!" Fan Sizhe couldn't help interjecting, his eyes kept wandering around Zhou Ji and his sword box, as if he really wanted to open the box to take a peek.
Zhou Ji smiled wryly and said: "It's not that easy. The exercises I practice are special, with serious side subjects. Before I find a new exercise method, there is no hope for the Great Master."
"Just tell us these secrets, is it okay?" Fan Ruoruo worried.
Although she is a curious baby, she also knows some taboos in the world. She was just asking casually, but she didn't expect the other party to really reveal so many secrets.
Zhou Ji looked at Fan Ruoruo's worried face, laughed dumbfounded, and said with a light smile, "It's okay, some people will know sooner or later, instead of waiting for others to set a trap, it's better to let them know earlier."
Knowing this, I am afraid.
After finishing speaking, he looked at Fan Sizhe as if nothing had happened, and Fan Ruoruo was quite puzzled by the implication.
Arriving at Fan's mansion, Zhou Ji and Teng Zijing went back to Fan Xian's courtyard together, waiting for Fan Xian to return.
Admiring the bonsai placed in Fan Xian's room, Zhou Ji asked casually, "Speaking of which, where are Brother Teng from?"
Teng Zijing replied: "I used to be from Kyoto."
"I just listened to the conversation between Brother Teng and Fan Xian in the restaurant. Do you have an enmity with Guo Baokun?" Zhou Ji asked curiously, "It's okay anyway, can you talk to me?"
Teng Zijing hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning to outsiders."
Zhou Ji understands Teng Zijing's resistance. After all, Fan Xian in Yishiju invited him to make a move, but he politely declined on the grounds that he could not repay the favor. Now that he wants to ask about Teng Zijing's origin, Teng Zijing naturally has concerns.
Fan Ruoruo led a few maids into the courtyard, brought some melons and fruit cakes, saluted Zhou Jiying, and said with a smile: "Brother asked Ruoruo to treat Mr. Zhou well, but I don't know what Mr. Zhou likes, so Ruoruo will let you The cook has prepared some melons and fruits. If Mr. Zhou has any other orders, you can directly ask these maids to do it."
Zhou Ji smiled and said: "Miss Ruoruo is polite, I always like to be quiet, too many people in the yard will find it very awkward, I am afraid that I will take away Miss Ruoruo's kindness."
Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth with a smile and said, "No servants are usually placed in the elder brother's courtyard. Mr. Zhou is an old friend of my elder brother, and his interests are so similar."
The two chatted for a while, and Fan Ruoruo was about to get up to leave, when she saw the maids at the door bowing and saluting one after another, and after another look, it turned out that it was Fan Xian who had returned from outside the mansion.
"What are these?" Fan Xian walked into the courtyard gate, looked at the two rows of maidservants beside him, and asked in doubt.
Fan Ruoruo explained: "Brother, there is no one in the courtyard, I was afraid of neglecting Mr. Zhou, so I sent some maids from other places to serve, but I didn't expect that Mr. Zhou, like my brother, doesn't like people in the yard. I was planning to dismiss them. "
Fan Xian didn't think much, just waved the maids away, and said to Teng Zijing, "I have asked someone to find the file, and it will be delivered tomorrow."
Teng Zijing breathed a sigh of relief, didn't say any more words of thanks, just pursed his lips tightly, and bowed to Fan Xian.
Fan Ruoruo suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, I have already accepted invitations for the Prince Jing Palace Poetry Meeting mentioned earlier, so don't forget to go tomorrow."
"Poetry Club?" At present, there are more and more discrepancies between the original work and reality, and Zhou Ji can't pin his hopes on the novels he read two or three years ago. When he heard the word "Poetry Club", he asked casually.
"What kind of poetry fair! It's mainly about girls." Fan Xian sat casually on a desk, took a sip from the teapot, and explained, "There should be many talented women participating in a poetry fair, right?"
"That's true, there are indeed many talented women who like to participate in poetry fairs." Fan Ruoruo's eyes lit up, gossiping, "Brother, which girl are you looking for?"
"Looking for my **** girl." Fan Xian looked proud, and turned to look at Zhou Ji, "Do you believe in love at first sight!"
Zhou Ji nodded, shook his head again, and then nodded again.
He believes in fairy tales, not in reality, but the current world is not a fairy tale.
(end of this chapter)