Ye Ling'er frowned slightly, stood up and wanted to go up and 'invite' her in person, but was blocked by Fan Ruoruo.

"Ye Ling'er, please stop messing around!" Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly and said dissatisfied, "What kind of status is the Princess of the Lin family, how can she meet my brother in private."

Ye Ling'er was used to being lawless. If Lin Wan'er wasn't her best friend, how could she be so humble as to marry an illegitimate child?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but jump forward, but she vaguely heard the slight cough coming from the carriage behind her. She couldn't help but become more and more annoyed. She used her internal energy and spoke loudly again.

"Princess Lin family, please ask Master Fan to see 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 might no longer be hidden.

Just when she was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from the carriage behind her. It was very similar to her brother, and it was enough to be fake to outsiders.

"Fan knows what the princess wants to say, so there is no harm in meeting her. However, the princess's aura is disordered today. It seems that the illness has recurred. It is better to go back to the house to recuperate. Fan will come to visit in person in a few days."

After a pause, Fan Xian's tone became more sincere, "Princess, don't worry, Fan will not embarrass the princess."

Fan Sizhe definitely didn't have such means, and Teng Zijing couldn't do it even with Teng Zijing by his side.

From this point of view, this imitation was again created by Mr. Zhou.

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

Ye Ling'er was already anxious when she heard the slight cough coming from behind her. After hearing what 'Fan Xian' said, she stopped persisting. She bowed to Fan Ruoruo and apologized. Ye Ling'er turned around and walked towards the carriage.

Inside Fan Mansion's carriage.

Fan Sizhe looked at Zhou Ji in shock again. He subconsciously wanted to press his fingers against his throat. After retching a few times, he gave up and complained, "Why do you know so many inappropriate things?"

Zhou Ji apologized slightly to Fan Ruoruo, who had returned to the carriage, and said with a smile: "If the matter is urgent, please do not take offense."

"Mr. Zhou has done a great favor to my brother, how can Ruoruo blame him?" Fan Ruoruo said and glared at Fan Sizhe who was still touching his neck. His brother looked stupid no matter what.

"Sister, you don't know, just now he was like this... if he does this again... his voice would be exactly like my brother's." Fan Sizhe muttered in a low voice.

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

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

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

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

"Are you a ninth-grade archer?" Fan Ruoruo asked in surprise.

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

"Isn't that the Grand Master!" Fan Sizhe couldn't help but interrupt, his eyes kept wandering over Zhou Ji and his sword box, as if he wanted to open the box and take a peek.

Zhou Ji smiled bitterly and said: "It can't be that easy. The technique I practice is special and seriously biased. Before I find a new technique, I will have no hope of becoming a great master."

Not counting Qing Gong, his strength should be around level seven, similar to Fan Xian.

"Is it okay to just tell us these secrets?" Fan Ruoruo asked worriedly.

Although she is a curious baby, she also knows some taboos in the world. She just asked casually, but she didn't expect that the other party actually revealed so many secrets.

Zhou Ji looked at Fan Ruoruo's worried look, laughed dumbly, and said with a chuckle: "It doesn't matter, some people will know it sooner or later. Instead of waiting for others to test it, it's better to let them know it earlier."

Now that I know it, I am afraid.

After saying that, he looked at Fan Sizhe as if nothing had happened, and Fan Ruoruo was quite puzzled by the meaning.

Arriving at Fan's Mansion, Zhou Ji and Teng Zijing returned to Fan Xian's courtyard to wait for Fan Xian's return.

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

Teng Zijing replied: "I am originally from Kyoto."

"I was just listening to the conversation between Brother Teng and Fan Xian in the restaurant. Do you have a grudge against Guo Baokun?" Zhou Ji asked curiously, "It's okay anyway, can you tell me about it?"

Teng Zijing hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "These are trivial matters, not worth mentioning to outsiders."

Zhou Ji understood Teng Zijing's resistance. After all, Fan Xian invited him to take action in Yishiju, but he declined on the grounds that he could not repay the favor. Now that he wanted to ask about Teng Zijing's origins, Teng Zijing naturally had concerns.

Fan Ruoruo led several maids into the courtyard and brought some fruits and cakes. He bowed to Zhou Ji Yingying and said with a smile: "Brother asked Ruoruo to entertain Mr. Zhou well. I don't know what Mr. Zhou likes. Ruoruo will let me."

The kitchen has prepared some melons and fruits. If Mr. Zhou has any other instructions, you can directly ask these maids to do them."

Zhou Ji smiled and said, "Miss Ruoruo, you're too polite. I always like to be quiet. If there are too many people in the yard, I will feel awkward. I'm afraid it will spoil Miss Ruoruo's good intentions."

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

The two chatted for a while, and Fan Ruoruo was about to get up and leave when he saw the maids at the door bowing and saluting. When he looked again, it turned out that it was Fan Xian returning from outside the mansion.

"What are these?" Fan Xian walked into the courtyard gate and looked at the two rows of maids beside him, wondering.

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

"

Fan Xian didn't think much, just waved his hand to disperse these maids, and said to Teng Zijing: "I have asked someone to find the file, and it will be delivered tomorrow."

Teng Zijing breathed a long sigh of relief and did not say any more words of thanks. He just pursed his lips and bowed to Fan Xian.

Fan Ruoruo suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, I have already taken the invitation for my brother to attend the Prince Jing's Mansion Poetry Festival that I mentioned earlier. Don't forget to go tomorrow."

"Poetry Club?" Nowadays, there are more and more discrepancies between the original work and reality. Zhou Ji can't place his hope on the novel he read two or three years ago. Hearing the word "Poetry Club", he asked casually.

"What kind of poetry party? The main thing is to see girls." Fan Xian sat casually on a piece of paper, picked up the teapot and took a sip, and explained, "A place like a poetry party should have many talented girls participating, right?"

"That's true, there are indeed many talented girls who like to participate in poetry gatherings." Fan Ruoruo's eyes lit up and she said, "Brother, which girl are you looking for?"

"Looking for my chicken leg girl." Fan Xian looked proud and turned to look at Zhou Ji, "Do you believe in love at first sight!"

Zhou Ji nodded, shook his head, and then nodded again.
Chapter completed!