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With the help of the special medicine, the wound on Fan Yang's back had healed up to a good extent, but Gong Ran insisted on making him lie down for a few more days before letting him get out of bed.If Gong Yu hadn't come to chat with him when no one was around, and brought some delicious food from time to time, he would have exploded on the spot!

With trembling hands, Fan Wei supported the door frame excitedly, straightened his waist and no longer had to worry about the pain in his back, "I, Hu Hansan, finally don't need to sleep on my stomach anymore! It's a good thing I'm not a woman, or I'd wear it. "

Ah Cang covered his mouth and laughed, "Fan Yang has been in the mansion for so long, and he can finally serve the young master."

This sentence reminded Fan Yan, but his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted at Gong Ran who was watering the flowers in the front yard, "Am I on paid leave?"

Gong Ran frowned, and hesitated in the movements of her hands, "Don't think too much, you and A Xuan will go out with me to do errands, A Cang, you go to Uncle Li to deal with something."

Ah Cang pulled up the corner of his skirt, saluted and left in a hurry.

"What are you taking me for?"

Gong Ran put down the water bottle, and lifted Fan Yan's chin, "You want to get money if you don't work?"

The largest teahouse in the capital was originally owned by the great businessman Boss Jia, but later it was transferred to the emperor for some strange reasons.And the emperor has always liked the good poetry and music of literati and poets, so he turned this teahouse into a literati hall, where many talented people from the Great Yan Kingdom gathered, and every first day of August, there will be a fight Poetry, Douwen, Douhua, Douzi, Douyue's Wuqian Festival (Qian: phonetic. Congren, Qingsheng. Original meaning: a good name for ancient men).

Gong Ran is famous for his talents in the capital, how could he not participate in such a festival, but it's only July?

Fan Yan wiped the sweat from his brow, "It's hot if you haven't come out, the sun is really hot."

Gong Ran smiled and shook the fan, "How long has it been since you saw the sun, it's good to have some sun."

Fan Yang looked at Gong Ran who was shaded by Ah Xuan's umbrella, and snorted coldly with disdain, "The color of a man is bronze! If you look so white, you are suffering! The kind that is oppressed!"

Fan Yang regretted the words as soon as he uttered them, how could a straight man say such things!

Gong Ran laughed loudly when he heard it, "The color of a man? I don't know where your self-confidence comes from. It's not as high as this young master."

The corner of Fan Yang's mouth couldn't help twitching, this bastard actually poked my sore spot!

"Hahaha~" Gong Ran's fan slammed up, "The Hall of Scholars is in front of it, there are many huge ice cubes stored in it, and there is also sour plum soup, which is extremely cool."

"What are you waiting for!"

Fan Yang's eyes lit up, looking at the plum blossoms had the effect of quenching his thirst, and rushed towards the cool place, only to hear Gong Ran's mocking sound from behind.

The royal literati hall is like a modern library, but this one is a bit more luxurious, with various calligraphy and paintings hanging in a flying style, displaying one's talent without humility.

A literati tree more than one meter high is placed on the high platform in the middle. The trunk is thin and simple, and the branches are simple and lively. , Clean and clean.

The Hall of Scholars is boxy and square, with a three-story appearance. Standing on the upper floor in a hollow shape, you can see the hall from anywhere.

Even in the scorching summer, the enthusiasm of the literati could not be stopped. The huge ice cubes had melted a few times, and the temperature was only a little lower than outside.The servants have been busy carrying the ice cubes, and the children of the princes are carefully following along and shaking their fans.

As soon as Fan Yang rushed in, he felt a little embarrassed, he waved his fan and sang poems to wine, a romantic son.As for his poor appearance, let alone poetry, he can't even say a word...

One of the Confucian scholars in white shirts with a writing brush was overjoyed to see Gong Ran, and ran over excitedly, "Master Ran! Master Ran came just in time. I have been sitting here for several days, but I always feel that there is something missing in this landscape painting." What, can you help me see?"

"Don't dare to take it. Brother Tai's pen and ink are very good." Gong Ran also cupped his hand to the white-shirted Confucian scholar, took the painting he handed over, and rubbed it carefully for a moment, "Brother Tai's brushwork is vigorous, and the mountains are majestic. But such a high peak If there is no smog shrouded in obscurity, I am afraid it will not be able to reflect the beauty of Xiongtai's writing."

The Confucian scholar was stunned, then thought about it several times and laughed, "Mr. Ran's few words have solved the doubts that have troubled me for many days. You really deserve to be a great talent!"

Gong Ran nodded faintly, his stinky fart almost made him raise his head to the sky.

"Mr. Ran, I'll go and change the painting, thank you very much!" The Confucian scholar left with the painting in his arms.

The servant who had been waiting for a long time said respectfully, "Mr. Ran, Mr. Chen has been waiting for a long time in the elegant room on the third floor."

Gong Ran took out the folding fan in his sleeve and shook it, "Let's send over the paintings I didn't finish here a few days ago." He went upstairs without a servant leading the way.

Fan Yang followed up without thinking, but Ah Xuan grabbed him, "What are you doing, we can't go up."

"Huh? Why?"

Ah Xuan didn't explain anymore, and directly took Fan Yang to the backyard of the Scholars Hall.

"Eh? No... Where are you going? Could it be going out? It's so hot outside, didn't you agree to drink sour plum soup?"

Ah Xuan turned around and glared at Fan Yang, "Do you know who Mr. Chen is? If you don't know, be honest!"

Fan Yang shut his mouth when he heard the words, he really didn't know who Mr. Chen was.

There are also several elegant rooms on both sides of this long corridor. Walking in this corridor, you can faintly hear the voices of conversations inside.

"The big devil has killed people again. There are more than 100 people in Qingshan Village in Shayan County! No matter how old or young, the ground is covered with blood!!"

"Are you talking about Xiaoxiaogu and the others? There is such a thing! Why didn't I know?"

"This incident was blocked by the court as soon as it happened. If my father hadn't been sent there, I wouldn't have known about it. I don't know how the court will solve it."

"Isn't Yixiaogu going to be safe if you don't provoke them? What did Qingshan Village do?"

"Your words are wrong. Killing people pays for their lives. Even Jianghu sects can't kill people so hastily!"

Fan Yan was startled, and excitedly tugged at the corner of A Xuan's clothes, "This is the first time I've heard of it! There is a dispute between the Jianghu! It must be a dispute between the Jianghu and the Jianghu!"

A Xuan frowned in dissatisfaction, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Who is eavesdropping outside!"

A Xuan stared coldly, pulled Fan Yang and ran outside.

Fan Yang excitedly asked, "Will you kill people to silence them?"

...Ah Xuan was too lazy to answer.

"Ahxuan, Ahxuan." Fan Yan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that no one was chasing him, "What dynasty is this? It's been so long, I don't know yet."

Axuan looked at Fan Yang with a strange expression, "Dayan Kingdom, the fourth monarch Yan Xuandi, Xuansheng for eight years."

"Da Yan Kingdom?" Fan Wei looked at A Xuan in shock, "I'm still empty!"

A Xuan asked puzzledly, "What the hell?"

"I still want to be a magic stick." Fan Yan was a little depressed, but when he thought of the many beauties in another world, his mood improved again, "Where are we going?"

The backyard of the literati hall is different from ordinary teahouses, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, winding paths leading to secluded places.It was midsummer, and the flowers bloomed extraordinarily lushly. The bright colors made the backyard different, and the breeze was blowing, and it was a little bit cool.

A Xuan looked up at the literati hall on the third floor and said, "We are waiting for you here."

Fan Yan fanned himself with his hands, "Can't we wait inside? It's so hot outside!"

A Xuan shook his head, "Let's hurry up, the young master will be here in a while."

Fan Yang saw that Ah Xuan was so determined, so he simply found a place in the shade to cool off.

After sitting down for a while, a window on the third floor was opened, and Gong Ran jumped directly from the third floor.

This startled Fan Yang, he stood up and ran over there.But it was only when Gong Ran Pianpian landed that he realized that the ancients knew martial arts.

But this reaction was too late.

Gong Ran looked at Fan Yan who was nervously stretching out his arms to hug her, and couldn't help laughing, "I'm so moved."

Fan Yang let go of his hands in embarrassment, "It's embarrassing."

As soon as Ah Xuan was about to say something, Gong Ran interrupted her directly, with a very relaxed expression, "I know, I have already let Ah Cang pass, don't worry."

"But people say what they say..."

Gong Ran smiled lightly and patted Ah Cang's shoulder, "The sky is falling and the emperor is holding it up. The emperor is not in a hurry, my son or me. Let's watch the Wuqian Festival first."

Fan Yang was dizzy on the side, what was the meaning of what he said, Ah Xuan, you haven't said who Mr. Chen is!

"Okay, let's go back to the house." Gong Ran closed the fan with a snap, pulled Fan Yi who was dazed aside, and walked out.

"It's a pity that my son tore up a painting."

"Tear it up, tear it up, what are you doing touching my face!"

A Xuan looked at the two people who were entangled and almost fighting in front of him and shook his head helplessly.

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