Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Thank you, Mama Yang has sent a message." Zhou Ji took out a gold leaf from his sleeve and put it on the table, turned to look at Fan Ruoruo, and said with a smile, "He's just scaring you, he's not really angry."

Fan Ruoruo curled her lips, although she knew Zhou Ji was telling the truth, she was still a little apprehensive.

"Mr. Zhou is right. Mr. Fan really wasn't really angry when he said that." Mama Yang walked around the table and chairs, slid her fingertips from the table, and the gold leaf fell into her palm, and said with a smile, "Furthermore Well, here we are, women often come here, some of them are really accompanied to watch the singing and dancing, and some of them are just colleagues who came to learn more. Don't worry about it, Miss Fan. "

"Is that really the case?" Fan Ruoruo was a little in disbelief.

Mother Yang covered her mouth and smiled, "If not, how could there be a rule of 'men left and women right'?"

Fan Ruoruo calmed down a little, and then asked, "What about my brother? Where is he at the moment?" As soon as the words came out, Fan Ruoruo secretly thought that it was too bad. Fan Xian came to Zuixianju tonight to create an alibi. Asking won't create any loopholes for Fan Xian, right?

An inexplicable meaning flashed in Yang's mother's eyes, and she said with a smile: "Miss Si is obsessed with Mr. Fan's literary talents, and she is talking with him at night on a painting boat."

The lonely man and the widow are in the same room, what are they talking about, I am afraid that only the parties themselves know.

Zhou Ji coughed lightly, got up and said, "Forget it, it's getting late, I'd better take you home."

Fan Ruoruo hurriedly followed, and the two left Zuixianju. Zhou Ji sent her back to the mansion before turning around and leaving.

The stars are bright and the night is cool.

Fan Ruoruo stood at the door and watched Zhou Ji's figure slowly disappearing into the night, she didn't know what she was thinking for a moment.

On the other side, Fan Xian and Teng Zijing beat Guo Baokun violently, and when they learned that Teng Zijing's family was not killed, they were trying to find Wang Qinian's theory, and happened to find each other's stalking on the street.

Seeing that Fuji Zijing was still alive, Wang Qinian told the whole story and took the two of them outside the city so that Fuji Zijing's family could be reunited.

Zhou Ji didn't know about this, and even if he knew, he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

Because there is a bigger trouble waiting for him.

Back home, Zhou Ji looked down and saw that a hair clipped by the door latch had been broken. Although there were no footprints on the ground and the room was the same as when he left, he knew that someone had attacked him.

Sitting at the table, touching the sword case in front of him, exerting force with his fingertips, an almost imperceptible mark was sunk into the surface of the sword case.

Someone has been here.

Is it the eldest princess on the second floor, or the second prince or prince on the third and fourth floors?

Or the mille-feuille cake Chen Pingping?

Zhou Ji didn't doubt Emperor Qing. As a Gu raiser, he wouldn't stick his fingers into the Gu box. As long as Barrett's affairs were not exposed, Emperor Qing would never lift the table.

Many people have seen the shape of the sword box, but the detailed decoration can only be known by close observation.

Closing his eyes, Zhou Ji seemed to see a group of people pushing the door in. Someone weighed the sword box, someone drew the pattern of the sword box, and someone figured out the metal material. They cooperated tacitly with each other and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner.

It is definitely not possible to imitate a sword box that is fake and genuine.

The other party didn't take away the sword box, presumably to buy time for imitation, and after they imitate it, they will find another opportunity to exchange it.

And there is only one place in the whole of Kyoto that can do this without leaving any traces.

Inspection Institute.

"Of course Chen Pingping already knows about my relationship with Fan Xian. It stands to reason that he won't attack me for the time being. However, this person's mind is too complicated, and he may deliberately let the eldest princess plot against me to promote Fan Xian's growth."

Zhou Ji suddenly remembered a joint in the original work.

Niulan Street Assassination.

Now that Fan Xian has an extra 'unfathomable' master, the assassination may change unexpectedly, so he thought of taking this opportunity to trick me, so that I would have no time to help Fan Xian?

Zhou Ji opened his eyes, and through the vast night, he felt the danger approaching.

It will be bright.

Zhou Ji was doing morning exercises in the courtyard as if nothing had happened, when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps walking towards him.

Zhou Ji opened the door, looked at Fan Ruoruo who looked anxious, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with Miss Ruoruo? Could Master Fan know about going to Zuixianju yesterday?"

Fan Ruoruo was sweating all over his face, he must have rushed all the way, he was very anxious, he didn't care about Zhou Ji's joke, and said anxiously: "Go and help my brother, he was arrested by the Kyoto government!"

"When did it happen?" Zhou Ji led her to rest in the courtyard, poured a glass of water, and said with a smile.

Fan Ruoruo was in no mood to drink water, and said anxiously: "Just now. The Kyoto government said that Guo Baokun was attacked by gangsters last night and was seriously injured, and the assailant was my brother."

"Now my brother has been taken to the government office, please help my brother."

Zhou Ji understood, and comforted him: "It's okay, Fan Xian's hangover at Xianju last night was to create an alibi, and now there is Prince Jing's son to testify, Guo Baokun can't do anything to him."

Zhou Ji explained the current situation in Kyoto to Fan Ruoruo one by one, and based on the general trend in his memory and his observations in the past few days, he selected things that could be said to comfort Fan Ruoruo.

Having said that, Fan Ruoruo was still a little worried, and couldn't drink the clear water that Zhou Ji handed over.

Zhou Ji nodded and said: "Since you are still worried, let's go to the government office to jury together, and take your brother home by the way."

Fan Ruoruo nodded hastily, pulled Zhou Ji's sleeve and was about to go out in a hurry.

Zhou Ji looked back at the sword box in the eye room, his eyes flickered, and followed Fan Ruoruo to the Kyoto government office.

People who like to watch the excitement are indispensable in every era, protecting Fan Ruoruo and finally squeezed into the crowd, and saw Fan Sizhe holding a pair of large scissors and confronting the yamen servants at the gate of the government yamen.

"Sizhe."

"Sister, you're finally here." Fan Sizhe heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Fan Ruoruo's figure, then saw Zhou Ji beside him, and complained, "Why did you bring him too?"

"How's it going inside?" Fan Ruoruo leaned forward to look in the lobby, only saw a few figures standing in the hall, and felt relieved. Still standing still shows that Mei Zhili still betrayed Sinanbo's face and did not make things difficult for his brother.

Fan Sizhe gave the servant a vicious look, retreated behind Fan Ruoruo, and muttered, "They won't let me in, and I don't know."

Fan Ruoruo looked at Zhou Ji asking for help.

Zhou Ji said loudly: "There are witnesses from the Fan family outside the hall asking to see them!"

"There are witnesses from the Fan family outside the hall asking to see them!"

Mei Zhili had always been cautious, and had been reconciled with Mi Ni for half his life. Now that Prince Jing's son had been involved, it was obvious that Fan Xian was powerful. Hearing a witness outside the hall begging to see him, he waved his hand to the yamen servant to let him go.

Zhou Ji signaled Fan Ruoruo to wait outside, but Fan Ruoruo would not listen, insisting on going to the jury with him.

When the two came to the hall, they immediately saw the 'mummy' lying in the center of the hall.

No way, it's too conspicuous.

It doesn't matter whether you want to pay attention or not.