Big brother didn't take medicine again today

Ruan Xingshu keenly sensed Fu Fanlang's emotional changes, and also suppressed his smile, quietly waiting for him to continue talking.

After a while, Fu Fanlang laughed, his voice was flat, not proud and complacent, but only endlessly sad: "Since the imperial court established the selection system, I am the first examinee with full marks, and I am the youngest minister of Canglan in all dynasties...and also in office The shortest courtier."

20 years of Mingde, Fu Fanlang.

He did not have a prominent family background, his parents were both poor farmers who made a living by farming.

However, Fu Fanlang was lucky. Although his parents were ordinary people, they gave him a good aptitude to practice.

Fu Fanlang worshiped a casual cultivator as a teacher when he was young, and traveled around with his master, all he saw in his eyes were the people who were oppressed by the demons and were in panic all day long.

He determined to enter the imperial court and change all this.

A child from a poor family is full of ambition to serve the country and the people. When he speaks out, others just laugh at him, laughing at his innocence, laughing at his arrogance, laughing at his ignorance.

However, Fu Fanlang did it.

He won the first place in one fell swoop and became a genius envied by everyone in Kyoto and even in Xianmen. However, the glory of this genius didn't last long.

Fu Fanlang was young and full of vigor. He hated everything the demons had done to Canglanzhou, and he was also dissatisfied with the imperial court's blind retreat and concessions.

However, from the emperor down to the courtiers, the entire court has been in constant panic under Shen Ke's power for many years. It is thankful that Shen Ke didn't take the initiative to make trouble. How dare they provoke it.

Everyone realizes that this new "genius" will be a bomb, and they don't know that one day they will be blown to pieces.

But in just half a month, the emperor found a reason to dismiss Fu Fanlang, and said that he would no longer be hired for life.

The former genius fell into the mud, and the friends who had been close friends also avoided him like snakes and scorpions, lest they get too close to him and cause trouble.

The rhetoric of the past has changed, like a joke, dissipated in the boundless years.

When Fu Fanlang hadn't recovered from the blow, news spread that his master had died at the hands of the demons while he was traveling.

Fu Fanlang hated him so much that he almost took his own life for revenge.

Later, the relationship between the Mozu and Canglanzhou became more and more tense, the royal family retreated step by step, and the people's life became more and more difficult. Soon, Fu Fanlang's parents also died of illness one after another.

A series of blows finally made Fu Fanlang see clearly what a hopeless world he was in, and he had long since lost hope in the royal family.

When others mentioned this former genius, it was just a pity. After a few years, no one remembered about Fu Fanlang.

Fu Fanlang wandered the long streets of Kyoto all day long, listening to bad news one after another, his heart was already numb.

He was waiting, waiting for the day when the demons flooded into Kyoto.

The death of one person is a tragedy, and it seems that everyone can face it calmly if they die together.

What can he do?Can't do anything at all.

This ruined royal family is beyond salvation.

With such desperate thoughts in his arms, Fu Fanlang spent his days in despondency like a walking dead.

Until that year——

**

In the 31st year of Mingde, that is, six years ago, a simple and unpretentious carriage drove from Ziyang Mountain into the bustling and lively Kyoto.

At this time, it was early morning, and the heat of midsummer had not yet fully spread. The Kyoto morning market had just opened, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

"Wontons, wontons with thin skin and big holes——"

"Hey buns, pork buns, crab roe buns, beef buns, there are all kinds of flavors—"

"Guest officer, the store has egg soup, soup dumplings, shrimp dumplings, please-"

"Spicy soup, mutton soup, beef soup, bean rolls, come and see—"

"Guest officer, take a look inside the store—"

There were many pedestrians out on the street looking for food, the carriage could not drive in a hurry, it could only move forward slowly, the wheels made a rumbling sound on the ground, suddenly, a clear voice came from inside the carriage: "Stop."

The coachman pulled the reins, stopped the carriage as he said, and then a slender white hand stretched out from inside the carriage, gently and deftly opened the curtain, and then saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy jump out of the carriage .

The young man was handsome and extraordinary, and he was dressed in a black outfit, which made his figure even taller and taller.

Looking at the lively scene in front of him, he smiled at the carriage and said, "Junior brother, come down and have breakfast."

After a while, another boy in white got out of the car.

This young man looked younger, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with picturesque eyebrows, and a cold and luxurious demeanor, one could tell that he was of extraordinary background.

The two teenagers happened to stop in front of a steamed stuffed bun shop, and the proprietress who was serving the guests, her eyes lit up when she saw the two handsome teenagers.

The proprietress hurried up to greet her: "The two young masters are from out of town? Come on, come to the shop to have a bowl of porridge. I have buns and everything else."

The black-clothed boy looked at the white-clothed boy beside him, and asked, "How about it, just eat here?"

The boy in white nodded slightly, and then the boy in black turned to the proprietress. He smiled happily, "Okay, then I will trouble the proprietress."

The proprietress smiled even brighter, and she said enthusiastically: "No trouble, no trouble, come, come, please, the two young masters, we have been around for a hundred years..."

The two teenagers followed the chattering proprietress to the steamed stuffed bun shop. When they crossed the threshold, the white-clothed boy paused and turned his gaze to the side of the steamed stuffed bun shop.

I saw a person lying by the wall. His clothes were dirty, his hair was messy covering his face, and his true face could not be seen. Even so, the person lying there still gave off an unconcealable sense of depression. .

The proprietress who was leading the way noticed the gaze of the young man in white and said, "Hey, this man is a lunatic. He has been foolish for many years. He wanders the streets all day long. He can sleep anywhere. Don't worry about him, you two young masters. Wait." He woke up and left naturally."

The boy in white frowned slightly: "No one cares?"

The proprietress said: "These days, there are a lot of homeless people. There are a lot of them, and there are endless ones. We have to live."

The boy in white's face darkened, but the object of his anger was not the proprietress, he just didn't expect that even the emperor's feet would be like this.

The boy in white said to the proprietress: "Please bring him some food."

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment.

The young man in black clothes looked at the sullen white-clothed boy, his eyes became softer, the two brothers seemed to put a hand on the boy's shoulders, and smiled at the proprietress: "Please send it to the big brother who sleeps in the corner outside." Some food, account for us."

The proprietress looked at the person lying motionless in the corner, then at the two teenagers, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Okay, okay, I'll send someone to send him there."

The boy in white nodded, "Thank you."

Two teenagers entered the steamed stuffed bun shop, and the porridge and steamed stuffed buns were quickly brought out.

The porridge is not ordinary porridge, but eight-treasure porridge mixed with various grains. It is soft and sticky, and you can smell the fragrance of grains before it is put into your mouth.

The steamed stuffed buns in the drawer were all thin-skinned and filled with delicious flavors. The black-clothed boy bit the buns and mumbled, "As expected of a century-old shop, the taste is really good. I can eat ten of them by myself."

The young man in white sat across from him, his shoulders were straight, he didn't move, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Junior brother, you're back to your senses." The boy in black tapped his index finger on the table, calling back the boy in white's thoughts.

The boy in white came back to his senses, and saw a steamed stuffed bun being delivered to him, he took it, and said softly, "Thank you."

The boy in black smiled and said, "Thank you to whom?"

The boy in white looked at the person sitting across from him, but said nothing.

The boy in black leaned over dissatisfied and said, "Junior brother, I traveled thousands of miles from Ziyang Mountain to accompany you to the capital, are you unwilling to even call me senior brother?"

The boy in white looked at the heroic posture of the person opposite, and said softly, "Sit down."

The boy in black said: "You..."

"Ruan Xingshu." The white-clothed boy sat up straight and said, "You can't talk about food, but also, sit down."

"Good job, Jilin." Ruan Xingshu put the chopsticks on the table, got up and went out.

The proprietress was busy greeting other guests, and when she saw Ruan Xingshu walking out with a cold face, she looked at Ji Lin who was sitting still, thinking that this was a quarrel?

"Little master, what's the matter?" The proprietress was about to persuade her, when she saw Ruan Xingshu winking at her, a bright smile appeared on his handsome face, he didn't look angry at all.

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, then she heard Ruan Xingshu say: "It's okay, I've finished eating, let's go for a walk."

He had a smile on his face, but his tone of voice was straight and emotionless, as if he was angry.

Ruan Xingshu passed by the proprietress, and the proprietress realized that this was funny, she smiled, turned around and went about her own business.

Ruan Xingshu stepped out of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and heard the laughter of a child next to him: "Hit him, hit him, it stinks to death."

"Hey, fool, what about you, don't lie there, get out of Kyoto."

"Get out, it stinks and doesn't take a shower every day, it's disgusting."

"..."

Ruan Xingshu looked in the direction of the sound, and saw three or four children throwing stones at the man lying by the wall.

Stones of different sizes fell on the head and body of the man, but the man lay motionless, as if he felt no pain.

If he could not feel the man's breathing, Ruan Xingshu might think that the man was dead.

"Hey, little brat, what are you doing?" Ruan Xingshu couldn't stand it any longer, and stopped him aloud: "Use more to bully the less, don't lose face."

The older ones were more than ten years old, and the younger ones were only six or seven years old, but they all seemed to have extremely stubborn temperaments.

Seeing that Ruan Xingshu was alone and not much older than them, they said, "Who are you, don't meddle in other people's business, or we will beat you together."

Ruan Xingshu laughed very interested when he heard this, and said, "Okay." His white and slender fingertips tapped his forehead lightly, "Come on, hit it here, you're welcome."

Looking at the smile on Ruan Xingshu's face, the children felt that they were being provoked, they exchanged a look and said, "Okay, don't regret it."

Ruan Xingshu smiled very irritatingly: "I have nothing to regret, but I am afraid that you will not dare to smash it."

"Who said we dare not."

Those children weighed the stone in their hands and threw it at Ruan Xingshu.

Just when the stones were about to touch Ruan Xingshu, an invisible light curtain stood in front of Ruan Xingshu and bounced the flying stones away.

The bouncing stone hit their "owner" on the head with great precision, and the four children were stunned for a moment, then they yelled and ran away crying.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say harsh words: "You wait for me—"

Ruan Xingshu said innocently: "I didn't do anything, what do you want me to wait for?"

However, those children have already run away.

A cold voice came from behind: "You really don't feel safe wherever you go."

The corner of Ruan Xingshu's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned around and said, "Junior Junior Brother, you have wronged me. I was not the one who beat someone to tears just now."

Jilin pretended not to see the playfulness in Ruan Xingshu's eyes, and threw the paper bag in his hand to Ruan Xingshu.

Ruan Xingshu took it and opened it to see a bag of steaming steamed buns.

The smile on Ruan Xingshu's face was even stronger: "I have not loved you for nothing these years."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-2917:22:41~2020-03-0119:26:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of little jumping frog haha;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!