From the beginning of celebrating more than one year, the sun shines on the sky

Snapped!
Fan Jian, who was sitting at the top, slapped his chopsticks on the table with a "snap".

Then he wiped his mouth but didn't look at Fan Sizhe.

Hearing this voice, Fan Sizhe quickly shut up.

After eating and drinking, Fan Jian slowly stood up and walked towards the study.

Before leaving, leave a sentence: "Come to my study."

Seeing the fearful person leave, Fan Sizhe finally stopped sitting upright, looked left and right, finally landed on his mother, and asked:

"Who's his name?"

Liu Ruyu looked at him coldly, looked at his silly son, and said angrily:

"It's not calling you anyway."

Fan Sizhe didn't think much about it, but nodded with his clothes on, as if he was sleeping beautifully.

This neck really hurts.

It felt like, I slept against the threshold last night.

The neck was cut on the threshold.

Painful and sore.

"Tell me."

Fan Zui responded casually, put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, got up and followed.

Not long after Fan Zui got up and left, Ruoruo followed closely behind.

"I'm full too."

She saluted Liu Ruyu, and then walked out.

Fan Xian yawned, put down the bowl and chopsticks and said to himself:
"Eating and drinking enough, I have to go back to sleep."

After a while, people were basically full and finished walking.

But Fan Sizhe didn't move his chopsticks yet.

However, after no one, he also seemed much more relaxed and casual.

Whether it is Fan Jian or Fan Ruoruo, it is a kind of pressure for him.If something goes wrong, you will be reprimanded.

Alone, happy and quiet.

After sitting down, he picked up a bun and gnawed it casually.

After taking two bites, he looked at his mother and said:

"Mother, I suddenly discovered that since Fan Zui and Fan Xian came to the capital, father seldom troubles me."

Liu Ruyu glanced outside, then handed Fan Sizhe a bun, and said:

"Don't be too happy too early, it may not be a good thing if your father doesn't see you.

I'm worried, with Fan Zui and Fan Xian brothers, your father will no longer have high hopes for you.

Even if I am disappointed in you, I am too lazy to preach like before.

That's what worries me. "

While talking, she thoughtfully served a bowl of porridge for her son.

Fan Sizhe didn't pay much attention to what his mother said.

For him, not being preached every day is a rare happiness.

After all, who wants to kneel in the ancestral hall at every turn and be punished by the ruler.

It's fine now.

He made a fortune silently, and no one knew it.

Pick up the porridge, gobble it up and drink it.

"Mother, let me see, it's okay if my father doesn't notice me, at least he won't be scolded.

Of course, this is not something we should worry about right now.

Mother, what we should be most worried about now is that our house...may be haunted! "

While speaking, he looked around, as if he was looking for the invisible "ghost".

Looking at the appearance of her silly son, Liu Ruyu really had mixed feelings in her heart.

She pinched the center of her eyebrows helplessly, hating that iron could not be made into steel and said to herself:
"It's indeed haunted. How did I give birth to such a son?"

In the corridor outside the house.

Not long after Fan Zui left, Ruoruo came up from behind.

She asked in a worried tone in a low voice: "Brother, what did Dad suddenly ask you for? Could it be..."

She lowered her voice on purpose, and only half-spoken.

Seems to stop talking.

She didn't say anything in the remaining half of the sentence, she just pointed at her own arm.

That meant that he was talking about Lin Gong's broken arm.

In just one or two hours yesterday, the news that Lin Gong was sent back to the capital with his broken arm was widely spread and everyone knew about it.

Fan Zui comprehended, looked up and landed on Fan Jian who was walking in front, and shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

Ruoruo's eyes were somewhat worried.

Although she didn't know the specific details, she knew that Lin Gong's broken arm must have something to do with her brother.

Over the past few days, she has vaguely felt that her brother seems to have a slight relationship with Raksha Temple.

Maybe, he is also a member of Rakshasa Hall...

What can we do then?
she does not know.

However, no matter what, she will choose to stand by her brother.

No matter what he does, my brother always has his own reasons.

The two deliberately slowed down a little.

After Fan Jian had entered the study, Ruo Ruo opened his mouth and said:

"Brother, Lin Gong is dead!
He didn't even find the body, only brought back a severed arm and a jade pendant to prove his identity.

Bro, did you do it? "

Regarding Ruoruo's straightforward question, Fan Zui didn't shake his head, nor nodded, but said:
"What would you do if I did it?"

Ruoruo shook his head and said, "Regardless of whether Brother did it or not, it is impossible for Brother to do this."

After a pause, she continued:
"These days, my brother has been retreating and has never left the capital. I am a witness."

Fan Zui looked at his sister in front of him, and was a little shocked by her "brother-protecting logic".

What a good sister.

"Brother, Dad told you to go to the study, it should be for this matter, you have to be careful in a while."

Ruoruo looked in the direction of the study and said with a little worry.

These days, the whole thing is no small thing.

This and fighting are already two different things with different influences.

After all, life is unknown now.

Even if he is still alive, an arm must be gone.

Ruoruo watched her brother walk towards the study, but still felt a little worried.

Recently, Dad's tone is quite different from usual.

And the pace of walking is a bit faster than before.

in the library.

As soon as Fan Zui walked into it, before he even had time to close the door, he heard Fan Jian say:
"Lin Gong is dead!"

Regarding this shocking "bad news", Fan Zui seemed to have known it for a long time, so he closed the door without any haste, and then said slowly:

"Ok, I know."

"What did you do?"

"Correct."

Fan Jian: "...don't you just argue?"

Fan Zui smiled.

At first glance, this is my dear father.

However, it can be completely believed.

"Is there anything else I can't say to you?"

Fan Zui smiled lightly and said.

Fan Jian didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is Lin Gong really dead?"

"No."

"Is that arm real?"

"real."

"Aren't you afraid that Lin Wan'er will feel bad for you in the future?"

Fan Zui narrowed his eyes slightly, and said indifferently:
"Lin Gong wanted to kill me, so I cut off his arm, which is considered very polite, otherwise, I would just kill the Lin family."

This undisguised overbearing intention also made Fan Jian silent for a long time.

In the end, he still asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time:
"What is your position in the Rakshasa Hall?"

He didn't answer in time, but instead asked: "I wonder how much my lord father knows about Rakshasa Hall?"

Fan Jian glanced at him and said in detail:
"One emperor, one ancestor, one Mengpo, two impermanence, three judges, four Yamas, thirty caves, 72 islands, and one hundred and eight rudders.

What is your position in it? "

"What do you think, Father?"

"One of the three judges?" Fan Jian asked tentatively after thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)