Sword Qi of the heavens

Chapter 126 My Brother Treats You Like a Father
evening.

The owner of the Fan Mansion, Sinanbo Fan Jian has returned.

Li Changlan knew that this was the first reunion of Fan Xian and his son in many years, so he didn't take the initiative to disturb, so as not to affect the good atmosphere of their family reunion.

Fan Ruoruo's courtyard was kept very clean.

The maids he brought this time are all good at work, and it didn't take long for them to tidy up the room, which made Li Changlan very satisfied.

Li Changlan sat alone in the courtyard, silent.

Now Fan Xian has entered the capital.

The muddy water in Kyoto has not changed much for many years, and it is time to stir it up.

The power struggle between the prince and the prince.

The internal treasury, which symbolizes the wealth of the world, is the final battle for ownership.

And represented by the Northern Qi undercover agent Si Lili, as a derivative of the head, and even a series of events that followed Xiao En's return to Northern Qi will gradually unfold.

Li Changlan is Fan Xian's teacher, but not his father.

It is definitely impossible for him to consider everything for Fan Xian in everything he does. To a large extent, he still has to follow his own temperament, and he may not necessarily choose to help Fan Xian.

It is absolutely impossible for Li Changlan to be wronged for Fan Xian's sake.

"However, Fan Xian is indeed much more likable than the Crown Prince and the Second Prince in terms of character."

"Instead of waiting here honestly and waiting for the Eldest Princess Li Yunrui to set up many schemes, targeting Fan Xian many times, and even angering me, how about I go straight into the palace and kill you?"

"If I'm careful, Emperor Qing may not be able to find out that I did it."

Li Changlan looked at the bright moon in the sky, wondering if he should find a chance to meet Wuzhu.

In this case, when he wants to do something shady in the future, it might not be a good idea to change his appearance into Wuzhu.

After all, Wuzhu has the strength comparable to that of a grand master.

Emperor Qing, Si Gu Jian, Ye Liuyun, and Ku He all knew it well.

If Li Changlan was discovered by accident afterwards, he would just push Wu Zhu, since no one would have thought that he did it anyway.

Not to mention Emperor Qing, even Fan Xian thought he was a ninth-rank master.

Just as Li Changlan was thinking.

A pair of pink and white slender hands suddenly stretched out in front of Li Changlan.

Li Changlan looked up and found that the person who appeared in front of him was Fan Ruoruo whom he had just met not long ago.

"Sir, I learned from my brother that you are more particular about diet."

"Today's dinner was prepared in a hurry. My brother met my father for the first time. Afraid of neglecting you, he specially asked me to make some pastries for you."

Talking.

Fan Ruoruo put down the exquisite wooden box in his hand and opened the lid.

Li Changlan was also polite, picked up a piece of delicious-looking pastry, tasted it in his mouth, and then gave Fan Ruoruo a meaningful look.

Fan Ruoruo stood by the side with a smile, and said, "Sir, how does it taste?"

Li Changlan thought for a while, and said, "That's right, the taste and ingredients have been carefully thought out, and a lot of my favorite petals were added to it, did Fan Xian tell you?"

Fan Ruoruo shook her head and said, "That's not true, but in the letters from my brother and I, you are often mentioned, sir. I learned from the letters."

Li Changlan smiled lightly and said, "Will Fan Xian mention my preferences in the letter? In my opinion, there is a high probability that he is complaining, complaining that I am picky and mean, and he wrote it in the letter by the way, right?"

Seeing that Li Changlan's guess was so accurate, Fan Ruoruo smiled embarrassedly.

"Actually, my brother still respects sir very much."

Talking.

Fan Ruoruo sat down opposite Li Changlan. She propped her chin with one hand, stared at Li Changlan in a daze, and didn't speak.

Li Changlan was taken aback by Fan Ruoruo's attention.

It is true that Fan Ruoruo is the sister that Fan Xian cares about very much. Perhaps it is because of Fan Xian's relationship that she is extra polite and treats her as her own family.

But no matter what they said, it was the first day they met.

On this late night, Fan Ruoruo came to Li Changlan's courtyard alone to chat with him, it made people feel strange.

"Ruoruo, why are you looking at me like that?" Li Changlan asked tentatively.

"It's nothing, I just want to see what kind of person you really are, and why my brother cares so much." Fan Ruoruo said softly.

She put her hands back on her knees and looked up to the sky.

"Sir, you don't even know. Brother, he is very happy when he is cooking. He keeps talking about you, telling me what you like to eat, what kind of tea you drink, and what kind of quilt you like when you sleep."

"I feel that he cares about you many times more than he cares about himself."

Li Changlan was not surprised when he heard Fan Ruoruo's description.

Fan Xian's parents hadn't been around since he was a child, and he didn't have any playmates. Fan Ruoruo, the only one who could talk, was taken back at a young age.

In order to protect Fan Xian, the old lady of the Fan family has always pretended not to like Fan Xian.

Although Fei Jie is good, he didn't stay in Danzhou for a long time, let alone Wu Zhu, who is like a log, who can't speak a few words all day long, and normal chatting is just a luxury.

Li Changlan seemed to be harsh on Fan Xian, with extremely strict requirements.

But for Fan Xian, Li Changlan is the only person around him who can express his inner thoughts in life after being with him for more than ten years, so he has a special status naturally.

"Brother told me that he has always treated you as a father these years."

Fan Ruoruo pouted slightly, thinking that for an afternoon, Fan Xian was almost talking about things related to Li Changlan, and his expression was inevitably a little lonely.

Hearing what Fan Ruoruo said, Li Changlan was taken aback, "Fan Xian, did he really tell you that?"

Fan Ruoruo nodded, and said seriously: "There is absolutely no falsehood."

After getting Fan Ruoruo's affirmative answer.

Li Changlan sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed to get rid of Fan Xian.

After all, everyone regarded him as their father.

If he deliberately tricked Fan Xian, no matter what he said, it would be a bit unjustifiable.

However, what makes Li Changlan a little dissatisfied is that there seem to be too many fathers who are sons.

"Ruoruo, I actually like Fan Xian very much."

Li Changlan turned his head to look at Fan Ruoruo, and said something without blushing.

……

Two days later.

Fan Xian was invited by Prince Jing's son to participate in the poetry meeting.

Originally, Li Changlan didn't really want to go there, there were all children from rich families. According to his status, it would be a bit self-defeating for him to go there.

Since Fan Xian wanted to find his chicken-legged girl, there was no good way.

He simply relied on Li Changlan semi-strongly, and told Li Changlan what happened in Qingmiao before, and wanted to see what suggestions the latter had.

on the carriage.

Li Changlan sat in the middle seat.

"Fan Xian, sometimes, I don't know whether you are smart or stupid."

"Sir, what do you mean by that?" Li Changlan's eyes lit up, and he could tell that Li Changlan must have had a good idea before he spoke like this.

"All these years, do you still remember what I taught you?" Li Changlan asked.

"You have taught me so many things, such as cutting vegetables and cooking, reading and writing, repairing houses and planting flowers, chopping vegetables and carving, blacksmithing and making tea..." Fan Xian wrung his fingers and slowly recalled what Li Changlan had taught him. various memories.

Anyway, from Fan Xian's point of view, they were all useless things.

But this time.

As Fan Xian was talking, he suddenly froze.

He seemed to realize something, widened his eyes, and exclaimed: "By the way, I can sculpt! I can completely sculpt the appearance of my dick-legged girl, and then ask others according to the engraved appearance. Isn't that good?" Did you find too many?!"

Li Changlan gave Fan Xian a blank look, and said, "It's not bad, it seems that I'm not stupid enough, at least I can remember something."

Fan Xian smirked and said, "It's all my fault, why didn't I think of it!"

He didn't know the name of the girl with chicken legs, but the other person's appearance had long been deeply remembered in his mind. Having an appearance was better than finding a needle in a haystack without knowing anything.

Fan Xian casually took out the dagger that Teng Zijing gave him.

"I have the dagger, but I'm missing a piece of wood of a suitable size." Fan Xian seemed to be in high spirits, and his eyes quickly looked around the carriage.

Seeing Fan Xian's appearance, Fan Ruoruo sighed helplessly.

She didn't know why when her elder brother mentioned the girl with chicken legs, she seemed to be a different person.

Fan Xian searched for a long time, and finally fixed his eyes on Li Changlan's waist.

"Sir, why don't you lend me your sword first?"

"This dagger in your hand can't be used?" Li Changlan asked.

"That's not true. It's just that the wood used on the car window is not bad, and the size is suitable. Unfortunately, the dagger is too small to use force." Fan Xian showed a flattering smile, pointing to the wood on the side of the car window. strip.

"Sir, can I do you a favor?"

(End of this chapter)