Journey To the World of Film and Television

Ye Linger frowned slightly, she got up and wanted to go up to 'invite' in person, but Fan Ruoruo blocked her.

"Ye Linger, stop messing around!" Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly, dissatisfied, "What kind of status is the princess of the Lin family, how can he meet my brother in private."

Ye Ling'er is used to being lawless, if Lin Wan'er wasn't her best friend, how could she be so humbly asking for an illegitimate child?

The more she thought about it, the more angry she couldn't help jumping forward, but she vaguely heard the light cough coming from the carriage behind her, and couldn't help becoming more and more annoyed. She used her internal strength and said loudly again.

"The master of the Lin family, please invite Master Fan to meet you."

Fan Ruoruo was anxious. She didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so tough. If the delay continued, the news that Fan Xian was not in the car would no longer be hidden.

Just when she was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from the carriage behind her. It was seven or eight points similar to her brother, and it was enough to pretend to be real when dealing with outsiders.

"Fan knows what the princess wants to say in his heart. It's okay to meet, but today the princess's breath is out of order. It seems that the gas disease has relapsed. It's better to go back to the mansion to recuperate. In a few days, Fan will come to the door in person."

After a pause, Fan Xian's tone became more sincere, "Don't worry, the Princess, Fan will definitely not make things difficult for the Princess."

Fan Sizhe had absolutely no such means, even with Teng Zijing around.

From this point of view, this imitation sound was made by that Mr. Zhou again.

Fan Ruoruo suppressed the distracting thoughts in her heart and once again stood in front of Ye Linger.

Ye Linger was already anxious when she heard the light cough coming from behind her. Hearing the words of 'Fan Xian', she didn't persist any longer. She bowed to Fan Ruoruo and apologized. Ye Linger turned and walked towards the carriage.

Inside the Fan Mansion carriage.

Fan Sizhe looked at Zhou Ji in shock again, and subconsciously wanted to learn how to touch his throat with his fingers. He retched a few times and had to give up. He complained, "Why do you know all these indecent things?"

Zhou Ji apologized slightly to Fan Ruoruo, who had returned to the carriage, and said with a smile, "Please do not take offense if you are in a hurry."

"Young Master Zhou did my brother a great favor, so Ruoruo would blame him." Fan Ruoruo said, staring at Fan Sizhe who was still touching his neck, his younger brother looked so stupid.

"Sister, you don't know, just now he did this again and again. His voice became exactly like my brother's." Fan Sizhe whispered.

Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Sizhe's imitation show, and asked curiously: "How did Mr. Zhou do it just now? Just by touching his throat, he can make a sound that is unreal?"

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "They are all small skills, related to internal strength, and others cannot learn them."

"Just a few meters away, you can hear how many people are hidden in the carriage in the busy city. Is this also a trick?" Fan Ruoruo didn't believe it.

"It's not surprising that a ninth-grade archer with this level of perception can also do it," Zhou Ji explained.

"Are you a rank nine archer?" Fan Ruoruo asked in surprise.

"No." Zhou Ji paused for a moment, and said quietly, "What a ninth-rank archer can do, I can do it too. What I can do, a ninth-rank archer may not be able to."

"That's the great master!" Fan Sizhe couldn't help interjecting, his eyes kept wandering around Zhou Ji and his sword box, as if he really wanted to open the box and take a peek.

Zhou Ji smiled wryly and said: "It's not that easy. The exercises I practice are special, with serious side subjects. Before I find a new exercise method, I will be hopeless for my life as a great master."

Not counting light work, his strength should be around the seventh rank, similar to Fan Xian.

"Just tell us these secrets, is it okay?" Fan Ruoruo worried.

Although she is a curious baby, she also knows some taboos in the world. She was just asking casually, but she didn't expect the other party to really reveal so many secrets.

Seeing Fan Ruoruo's worried face, Zhou Ji laughed dumbfounded, and said with a light smile, "It's okay, some people will know sooner or later, instead of waiting for others to set a trap, it's better to let them know earlier."

I know, and I am afraid.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fan Sizhe as if nothing had happened, and Fan Ruoruo was quite puzzled by the implication.

When they came to Fan's mansion, Zhou Ji and Teng Zijing went back to Fan Xian's courtyard together, waiting for Fan Xian's return.

Admiring the bonsai placed in Fan Xian's room, Zhou Ji asked casually, "Speaking of which, where are Brother Teng from?"

Fuji Zijing replied, "I used to be from Kyoto."

"I just listened to the conversation between Brother Teng and Fan Xian in the restaurant. Do you have an enmity with Guo Baokun?" Zhou Ji asked curiously, "It's okay anyway, can you talk to me?"

Teng Zijing hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning to outsiders."

Zhou Ji understands Teng Zijing's resistance. After all, Fan Xian in Yishiju invited him to make a move, but he politely declined on the grounds that he was not good at repaying favors. Now that he wants to ask about Teng Zijing's origin, Teng Zijing is naturally hesitant.

Fan Ruoruo led a few maids into the courtyard, brought some melons and fruit cakes, saluted Zhou Jiying, and said with a smile: "Brother asked Ruoruo to treat Mr. Zhou well, but I don't know what Mr. Zhou likes, so Ruoruo will let you The cook has prepared some melons and fruits. If Mr. Zhou has any other orders, you can directly ask these maids to do it."

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "Miss Ruoruo is being polite. I always like to be quiet. There are too many people in the yard who will find it very awkward. I am afraid that I will take away Miss Ruoruo's kindness."

Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth with a smile and said, "My brother's courtyard usually doesn't have any servants. Mr. Zhou is an old friend of my brother's, and his interests are so similar."

The two chatted for a while, and Fan Ruoruo was about to get up and leave when she saw the maids at the door bowing and saluting. After another look, it turned out that it was Fan Xian who had returned from outside the mansion.

"What are these?" Fan Xian walked into the courtyard gate, looked at the two rows of maidservants beside him, and asked in doubt.

Fan Ruoruo explained: "Brother, there is no one in the courtyard, I was afraid of neglecting Mr. Zhou, so I sent some maids from other places to serve, but I didn't expect that Mr. Zhou, like my brother, doesn't like people in the yard. I was planning to dismiss them. "

Fan Xian didn't think too much, just waved the maids away, and said to Teng Zijing, "I've asked someone to find the file, and it will be delivered tomorrow."

Teng Zijing let out a long sigh of relief, didn't say any more words of thanks, just pursed his lips, and bowed to Fan Xian.

Fan Ruoruo suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, I have accepted the invitation for the Prince Jing's Mansion Poetry Meeting mentioned earlier, so don't forget to go tomorrow."

"Poetry Club?" At present, there are more and more discrepancies between the original work and the reality, and Zhou Ji can't pin his hopes on the novels he read two or three years ago. When he heard the word "Poetry Club", he asked casually.

"What kind of poetry fair! It's mainly about girls." Fan Xian sat casually on a desk, took a sip from the teapot, and explained, "There should be many talented women participating in a place like a poetry fair, right?"

"That's true, there are indeed many talented women who like to participate in poetry fairs." Fan Ruoruo's eyes lit up, gossiping, "Brother, which girl are you looking for?"

"Find my dick girl." Fan Xian looked smug, and turned to look at Zhou Ji, "Do you believe in love at first sight!"

Zhou Ji nodded, shook his head again, and then nodded again.

He believes in fairy tales, not in reality, but the current world is not a fairy tale.