I have a role in the heavens

"Brother Fan, the murderous aura in your bodyguard is very strong. You seem to be very unfriendly to me! I don't know what to call him?" Guo Baokun had discovered Teng Zijing a long time ago. After all, the murderous aura in Teng Zijing was too conspicuous to Guo Baokun. , and from the appearance and identity, Guo Baokun had already guessed Teng Zijing’s identity, but he could not tell it directly, because he had never dealt with Teng Zijing, let alone met, and could not explain to several people how he knew it. Meet Teng Zijing.

"He has experienced something before, and the murderous aura in his body is still difficult to eliminate for a while. It is not directed at you." Fan Xian did not expect that Guo Baokun's perception was so sensitive, and he had a new understanding of Guo Baokun's strength.

"That's good, Ruoruo, let's go in!" Guo Baokun ignored the two of them and came to Fan Ruoruo's side to get close.

Fan Xian and Teng Zijing watched quietly as Guo Baokun and Fan Ruoruo entered Prince Jing's Mansion. Only then did Fan Xian turn to Teng Zijing and said seriously, "You'd better control your murderous intent. I don't want anything to happen." I will collect your body before the truth comes out. You must know that Guo Baokun is an imperial official after all, with a prominent family background and is deeply appreciated by His Majesty. Even if your family is really killed by him, our revenge against him will require careful planning. Otherwise, you will die miserably."

Teng Zijing looked at Fan Xian stubbornly, but Fan Xian kept his eyes fixed on Teng Zijing without any dodge. Teng Zijing blinked, looked away, and nodded, and Fan Xian smiled happily.

"Let's go in too!" Fan Xian stepped into Prince Jing's Mansion first, followed closely by Teng Zijing.

"Brother, please sit down with Guo Baokun." Fan Ruoruo was worried that Fan Xian had never participated in a poetry meeting and did not understand the rules, so he insisted on waiting for Fan Xian. Guo Baokun could only wait for Fan Xian's arrival.

Several people entered the poetry meeting together. After entering, men and women were divided into two rows and sat in two rows. In the left row were some gentlemen and young ladies, and they sat in the right row, covered by gauze curtains.

"Brother, I'll take a seat first." Fan Ruoruo walked to the right row alone.

Fan Xian looked at the women blocked by the gauze curtain and was a little dumbfounded. He was here to find the chicken-leg girl. How could he possibly find the girls opposite him now that he couldn't even see their faces?

Fan Xian ignored the so-called rules and precautions between men and women and walked directly to the right row, opened the gauze curtain and looked at all the women.

Fan Ruoruo had just sat down and saw Fan Xian walking in. She quickly got up and came to Fan Xian's side.

"Brother, why did you come in? There are all women here!" Fan Ruoruo didn't expect Fan Xian to be so tough, so she could only dissuade him awkwardly.

Fan Xian ignored Fan Ruoruo's advice and scanned all the women carefully. These ladies began to cover their faces with long sleeves to avoid being offended by Fan Xian.

"No, why not?" Fan Xian said to himself, his tone was extremely disappointed, and he seemed very disappointed. His expectations for the poetry meeting were instantly shattered.

"What's wrong?" Fan Ruoruo looked at the disappointed Fan Xian, but her concern for her brother still took over and she asked quickly.

"Girl with chicken legs! No one is a girl with chicken legs, she is not here!"

"Brother, if it doesn't work, I'll ask Guo Baokun. I believe he won't keep it a secret from me!" Fan Ruoruo couldn't bear that Fan Xian continued to be trapped by his emotions, so he took the initiative to suggest to Fan Xian.

"Okay, no, let's forget it! I believe I can definitely find the chicken-leg girl with my own strength!" Fan Xian heartily agreed to Fan Ruoruo's proposal, but suddenly thought of Teng Zijing's matter, and suddenly began to object to Fan Ruoruo's move. , I can't owe Guo Baokun any favors, otherwise how can I be worthy of Teng Zijing. Although Fan Xian was very eager to find a girl with chicken legs, he still suppressed his heartbeat and refused this exciting proposal.

"Brother, don't you like Guo Baokun?" Fan Ruoruo seemed to have noticed something, and looked at Fan Xian with some worry. On one side was his closest brother since childhood, and on the other side was his lover. If the two of them were at odds with each other, they would be hostile to each other. , how to deal with it yourself.

"How is it possible? Don't worry blindly!" Fan Xian reached out and touched Fan Ruoruo's head, comforting Fan Ruoruo with a smile. Fan Xian's heart is definitely not as relaxed as he appears on the outside. Yes, if Guo Baokun is really Teng Zijing's enemy and he helped Teng Zijing, then where did he put Ruoruo, and how should he face Ruoruo? .

Fan Xian turned around and left the room, walking towards his seat with a solemn expression.

"This Young Master Fan, a man is established in the world by etiquette. A gentleman may not have fine clothes, but he must not be rude!" A man in a white robe suddenly stood up and stopped Fan Xian, and scolded Fan Xian.

"Who are you?" Fan Xian was in a bad mood, so he asked rather rudely. All I had to do was point at this young man’s nose and say clearly that what I do is none of your business, and that dogs are only meddling in other people’s business!

"I'm He Zongwei, I've heard Mr. Fan's name for a long time!" The young man in white clothes held a folding fan and introduced himself to Fan Xian.

"Are all the girls here?" Fan Xian asked He Zongwei with a puzzled look on his face, pointing to the seats in the right row with his right hand. He really didn't want to believe that the chicken leg girl was not here, and he couldn't hide his disappointment.

"Is there nothing else?" Fan Xian confirmed to He Zongwei again without giving up.

He Zongwei looked at the officials and ladies in the right row with confusion, then looked around and found nothing wrong, then looked at Fan Xian again. Don't know what he meant.

"Mr. Fan, why are you so vulgar and rude?" He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian who was constantly sizing up the ladies across from him. He finally came to his senses and immediately pointed at Fan Xian and asked angrily.

"You two, please calm down. Today is a poetry meeting held by me. Since it is a poetry meeting, it is better for everyone to make friends with poetry!" At this moment, Li Hongcheng opened the door and entered the poetry meeting, and quickly came to Fan Xian and He Zongwei's side.

He Zongwei quickly bowed and handed over his hands to be disrespectful. Fan Xian still looked disappointed and said to himself, "Why aren't you here?"

Fan Xian suddenly took a few steps closer to Li Hongcheng, stretched his neck and leaned his head close to Li Hongcheng, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you know a girl in white who likes to hold chicken legs?"

"Hey, I like to take it, what can I take?" Li Hongcheng was a little confused, and his head was spinning when Fan Xian asked him an unconventional question.

"Chicken legs are chicken legs!" Fan Xian said forcefully.

"Chicken drumsticks? Ah, they will be prepared for lunch!" Li Hongcheng repeated confusedly, and then thought that Fan Xian wanted to eat chicken drumsticks, so he quickly said that they would be prepared at noon and Fan Xian would be satisfied.

"Everyone, please take your seats first!" Li Hongcheng invited everyone to sit down at this time. He walked towards the main seat and patted Fan Xian's junior with his hand, saying that he would be satisfied. As he walked, he still looked puzzled. Looking at Fan Xian, he was muttering about chicken drumsticks.