Journey To the World of Film and Television

"You are here!" Fan Xian glanced at the young master sitting in front of the desk, his eyes fell on Zhou Ji, and said happily, "Do you know? I just saw her!"

Zhou Ji smiled and said, "I guess you didn't ask her name."

"How do you know?" Fan Xian was taken aback when he heard the words, and said dejectedly, "I left in a hurry just now, and forgot again."

He was seriously ill in bed in his previous life and never had a chance to fall in love. Although he is a few years older in his reincarnation, he is still a pure love in terms of feelings. How can he keep calm in front of his first love.

Zhou Ji laughed loudly, patted Fan Xian on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I believe you will see each other again."

Xie Bian was quite displeased by the conversation between the two as if there was no one else present, the second prince coughed lightly and confirmed, "Are you Fan Xian?"

Fan Xian glanced at Zhou Ji suspiciously, Zhou Ji curled his lips and said, "I just happened to pass by, and I ended up laying down the gun for you."

Fan Xian understood, looked at the second prince, and asked tentatively, "Second prince?"

"You're so smart." The second prince smiled, "Your writing is very good, and your poems are also very good. I appreciate you very much."

Fan Xian frowned and said, "Your Highness is trying to win me over?"

"I have some rifts with the prince, and you are someone the prince hates. If you kill you and give your head to the prince, do you think we two brothers can get back together?" The second prince leaned over , looking faintly at Fan Xian.

The killing intent in his eyes was not half false.

"Old Zhou, someone is going to kill me, don't you care?" Fan Xian felt ashamed. His current strength was no more than seventh rank, and even if he broke out with true energy, he could barely block an eighth rank master. Now he was defeated by a ninth rank master. It is impossible to say that there is no panic when the swordsman is watching.

Zhou Ji smiled, facing the cold gaze of the second prince, Zhou Ji said quietly: "I am timid by nature, and I am most afraid of trouble."

"Now that I just came to Kyoto, I haven't had time to become famous in the future."

"If you kill a ninth-rank swordsman, at least no one will dare to provoke me, right?"

Xie Bi'an's eyes were ferocious, he was already proud, how could he be provoked like this, he subconsciously thought of a sword, and used the blood of such arrogant people to wash away his anger.

"Bian." The second prince's face was also a little ugly. He didn't know Zhou Ji's strength, but he knew that no matter what, he couldn't do anything at this time and this place. If he really did do it now, if Fan Xian escaped, he would completely rely on the prince. .

He had great confidence in Xie Bi'an's sword, but Zhou Ji was so invisible that he had to hesitate.

Fan Xian received the look from Zhou Ji, and immediately passed the steps to the second prince, showing weakness: "Killing a hundred Fan Xian will not make His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness reconcile."

"If I knew His Highness was here, I would definitely not go here." Seeing that the Second Prince was unmoved, Fan Xian continued, "Now that the news of the poetry meeting has spread all over the capital, the Crown Prince must know that I have seen His Highness here today. He must have thought that I have already taken refuge with His Highness, and that the days to come will not be easy for me."

"Smart." Then the second prince showed a slight smile, the atmosphere was relaxed, and Xie Bi'an restrained his killing intent. "Not only has the talent of a literati, but also the shrewdness of the world. It's rare."

The atmosphere eased, and Fan Xian's tone became more brisk. He chatted with the second prince for a few more words, telling him in a circumstantial way that he already had a crush on him and planned to call off the engagement to find a girl who likes to eat chicken legs.

The second prince was skeptical about this, but because Zhou Ji was present, he could not use force to deter Fan Xian as expected, so after Fan Xian showed his feelings, he let them leave the courtyard.

As soon as Fan Xian came out of the courtyard, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and said in a low voice, "My good fellow, are you so good at martial arts? You can kill a ninth-rank swordsman!"

"Scare him, my martial arts is less than the seventh rank, and I'm worse than you." Zhou Ji coughed lightly, and said seriously: "If the second prince really wanted to kill people just now, I can only leave you and run away alone. gone."

After finishing speaking, he looked like a saint in front of others, and walked towards the door in big strides.

"I'll go! You're playing an empty city plan!" Fan Xian hurriedly followed, and Zhou Ji's character in his eyes was an avalanche in a straight line.

Fan Ruoruo waited for the two of them, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Brother, Mr. Zhou, where have you been?"

Fan Xian signaled Fan Ruoruo not to ask more questions, and said in a deep voice, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

The talented men and women in the lobby were still copying Fan Xian's "Climbing the High", but they didn't pay attention to Fan Xian's departure. Even Li Hongcheng was holding the manuscript and flipping through it, expressing emotion from time to time.

After they got into the carriage, Fan Xian said, "Just now Zhou Ji and I met the second prince in the courtyard of the palace."

"Second prince!" Fan Ruoruo nodded and said, "Yes, today's poetry meeting is held by the second prince through Li Hongcheng, did brother promise him?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "How could I agree to him? He only recruited me because of my marriage. If the marriage is cancelled, then naturally there is no need to mention the solicitation."

"That's good." Fan Ruoruo suddenly seemed to think of something, and smiled lightly, "By the way, you left the table suddenly just now, did you find your dick girl?"

Fan Xian chuckled, and said with a smirk, "I found it, and we chatted a little bit, but unfortunately I forgot to ask her name, I only know that she is a servant girl in the house."

"Maid girl?" Fan Ruoruo flashed countless boudoir scripts in his mind, filled his brain with countless romantic stories, and said with bright eyes, "Which family's female relatives are you? Who came with you?"

Zhou Ji looked at Fan Ruoruo who had suddenly turned into a gossip girl, and said with black lines all over his face: "Stop, stop, let me ask your brother a few questions first."

Fan Ruoruo blushed slightly, and sat back to her original position with an oh.

"Did she say that she is a servant girl in the house?"

"That's right."

"Well, do you still remember the specific details of the chat at that time?" Zhou Ji held his chin and pretended to think.

Fan Xian smirked and said, "At that time she was stealing chicken legs, and said that people in the house would not let her eat them."

After Fan Xian finished speaking slowly, Zhou Ji said, "Why do you say you are a book boy?"

Fan Xian replied as a matter of course: "I'm afraid of scaring her. She is a little maid. If I tell her that I am the son of Si Nan Bo, I am worried that it will cause unnecessary pressure on her."

Zhou Ji asked again: "Then why did she say that she is a maid?"

Fan Xian was taken aback when he heard this.

He was a smart person, but he was not sober when he fell into it, and now thinking about it, he really felt a little bit of disobedience.

Seeing that Fan Xian didn't answer, Zhou Ji asked, "How was her dress at the time? Was it hemp, sarong, or silk?"

Fan Xian murmured: "At that time she was wearing a white corseted dress with exquisite patterns, not mulberry cloth, but the material was similar to Ruoruo's."

"The maids in various prefectures are mostly made of mulberry and hemp. Silk fabrics are already expensive, so how can they be used by maids?" Fan Ruoruo imitated Zhou Ji's appearance, holding her chin, thinking: "Brother said that you lied that you are a book boy. Is it because you are worried?" Is there another possibility to cause unnecessary pressure on the girl with chicken legs?"

Fan Ruoruo's eyes lit up, she waved her hands excitedly, waving her sleeves and said, "Tell her that you are a book boy. Could she be like you, deliberately concealing her identity in order to worry about scaring you and causing unnecessary trouble to you?" !"