I have a role in the heavens

"You can just go by yourself, why are you dragging Ruoruo along?" Guo Baokun was a little unhappy. If Fan Ruoruo went to the Prince Jing's Mansion Poetry Club, wouldn't that be a sheep in the wolf's mouth? He immediately began to question Fan Xian.

"Why can't Ruoruo go? I still need her help to find someone?" Fan Xian was obsessed with finding out who the chicken leg girl was. He was so persistent that he didn't consider anything else at all.

"Go find it yourself, don't drag Ruoruo along. Ruoruo, how about we not go?" Guo Baokun scolded Fan Xian, stretched his head to look at Fan Ruoruo and discussed.

"I want to help my brother find his future sister-in-law, so I have to go!" Fan Ruoruo looks like a weak woman, but she is actually full of rebellion in her heart. She really wants to see who is so obsessed with her brother that she can't sleep at night. , so he rejected Guo Baokun's suggestion and firmly stated that he wanted to attend the poetry meeting.

"That's great. If you, the most talented woman in Kyoto, come to see you, I will definitely wait for you early." Li Hongcheng made a fist with his right hand and slammed the palm of his left palm. It was the first time that he had such an excited expression, and he didn't even care about his demeanor. It was maintained, which showed his inner joy.

"I'll go too!" Guo Baokun didn't want his corner to be dug by Li Hongcheng, so he reluctantly looked at the excited Li Hongcheng and whispered in a low voice.

"But I don't know how to compose poetry, I just went to read it!" Guo Baokun quickly added, he is not Fan Xian, and he is unwilling to pretend to be a plagiarist.

"Brother Guo, as long as you come here, you will be in full glory. How dare you write poetry!" Although Li Hongcheng was unwilling to let Guo Baokun participate in the poetry meeting at this time, he still did not want to offend Guo Baokun and could only express his welcome.

"That's good!" Guo Baokun looked at Li Hongcheng, whose smile had faded, and nodded with satisfaction, "Young man, I still want to poach your uncle, you're still a little green."

"Then I'll say goodbye first!" Although Li Hongcheng still wanted to spend some time with Fan Ruoruo, Guo Baokun, who kept staring at him with eyes that looked like his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes, still wisely said goodbye.

"No more!" Guo Baokun said quickly without waiting for Fan Ruoruo and Fan Xian to return the gifts.

Li Hongcheng glanced at Fan Ruoruo covertly, then turned around and left with the guards.

"Wang Qinian! Where are you going?" Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian who was trying to reduce his presence and was about to leave quietly, and quickly stopped him.

"Master Fan, why do you have to quarrel with a villain!" Wang Qinian looked at Guo Baokun and then at Fan Xian, complaining secretly in his heart. He really didn't go out today and didn't read the almanac. Why did he meet two Yans in a row? My lord, how can I, a brat like myself, live like this?

"It was my fault for the map I sold you before. Mr. Xiao Fan, I will return the money to you right now!" Wang Qinian didn't expect that he just wanted to trick an outsider into selling the map he drew. Unexpectedly, He will be the eldest son of Uncle Sinan's Mansion, and he will also be the future son-in-law of Prime Minister Lin, and the future person in charge of the inner treasury. This really bumps into the Prince of Hell.

With a look of pain on his face, Wang Qinian dug into his sleeves for a long time, but he still couldn't bear to take out the money he had eaten.

"Forget it, I didn't want to ask you about the map. What I wanted to ask was how the sales of Dream of Red Mansions were?" Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian who looked like he was rich and did not force him to pay back the money.

"Mr. Fan, Dream of Red Mansions is very popular, and for a few taels of silver a copy, anyone who buys it doesn't even have to bargain!" Wang Qinian suddenly became excited when talking about business, and he was very excited and excited.

"It's so easy to sell!" Fan Xian didn't expect that it was exactly what Fan Sizhe said. The Dream of Red Mansions business is very profitable. It seems that the bookstore business can be done.

Fan Xian touched his chin with his hand, thinking about the profits and costs, and became addicted to it for a moment. Wang Qinian looked at Fan Xian who was meditating, and then at Guo Baokun beside him. He moved slowly and saw that Guo Baokun not only did not stop him, He smiled slightly to himself, immediately relieved, and with a slight push on his legs, he jumped directly onto the wall.

"Goodbye Mr. Fan!" Wang Qinian smiled proudly, then jumped down and disappeared from Fan Xian's eyes.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Fan Xian was on his right hand and wanted to stop Wang Qinian, but he was still a step too late.

"Why did you watch him run away?" Fan Xian looked at the leisurely Guo Baokun on the side and couldn't help complaining. He knew that Guo Baokun had reborn as a martial artist, but he didn't stop Wang Qinian.

"Why are you stopping him!!!" Guo Baokun was still angry that Fan Xian was going to take Fan Ruoruo to the Prince Jing's Poetry Festival. How could he help Fan Xian? His tone was very harsh. Anyway, as long as Fan Xian felt uncomfortable, he would Feeling comfortable.

"I'm leaving too, Ruoruo, see you at Shijie!" Guo Baokun said goodbye directly without leaving with Fan Xian and his group.

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Fan Xian watched Guo Baokun leave without stopping him. After all, he had promised Teng Zijing to go to the forensic institute to help him check his family information, so Guo Baokun left at the right time.

"Ruoruo, you and Fan Sizhe take the carriage back together. I have to go to the inspection institute! Don't let anyone know that I'm not in the car!" Fan Xian explained to Fan Ruoruo carefully. After all, it is not convenient for others to know what he has done. , and he is currently attracting a lot of attention, so he hopes Fan Ruoruo can help him cover up.

"Brother, be careful. For the rest, just trust me!" Fan Ruoruo was worried about Fan Xian and whispered to him to pay attention to his safety.

"Fan Xian, why are you going and hiding your traces? Do you want to do something bad?" Fan Sizhe was unwilling to help Fan Xian and immediately began to ask.

"You don't want to open a bookstore anymore. Just do it and I will promise you!" Fan Xian knew that Fan Sizhe had a simple mind and could do it as long as he made money, so he immediately agreed to Fan Sizhe's idea of ​​opening a bookstore.

"Keep your word!" Fan Sizhe didn't care about anything else and agreed immediately, fearing that Fan Xian would regret it. He immediately climbed into the carriage and ignored Fan Xian's matters completely. Nothing could delay Fan Sizhe's making money. For this goal, he could not care about anything else.

Fan Xian strolled down the alley in front of the Inspection Institute. Looking at this huge courtyard, it was hard to believe that this was actually the most feared authority in the Qing Kingdom, and it was a place that countless people wanted to enter.

Fan Xian walked to the stone tablet in front of the Institute of Inspection and stopped, thinking about what his master Fei Jie said that this stone tablet was erected by his mother Ye Qingmei when the Institute of Inspection was established, and the words "Inspection and Examination" were engraved on it. The original intention when the Institute was established, but looking at the stone tablet covered with dust, no one may have remembered the original intention when the Institute was established. The Institute has become the center of power, an abyss of desire, and now it is just a The terrifying secret service.

Fan Xian carefully cleaned the dust and moss on the stone tablet with his hands, and the handwriting on the stone tablet was slowly revealed bit by bit.