Mr. Fan can be said to have devoted himself to the country. He had just been busy in the Ministry of Revenue for an afternoon. After returning home, he only drank a cup of tea, and then returned to the study to continue the unfinished government affairs.

Sixteen years ago, the Ye family's forces were taken into state ownership. The Ministry of Revenue of the court was corrupt due to various tax and court situations. In the past sixteen years, the Ministry of Revenue should have become a stagnant pool with the changes in the court. However, it was because of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue that he was sick by His Majesty the Emperor's instructions that the Ministry of Revenue had been extremely tough to take over the power of the Ministry of Revenue, and stopped the decline of the Ministry of Revenue, making the Ministry of Revenue the most practical yamen in the current court office. A few months ago, before and after the national war between the court and the Northern Qi Dynasty, the Ministry of Revenue showed extremely stable execution power.

The guard came to knock on the door and announced that it was someone visiting in Jianlu, Dongyi City. Mr. Fan slapped the sandalwood and purple brush in his hand on the table, and took the lead in escorting the guard toward the door of the mansion.

The guard was even more determined to his previous speculation, otherwise why would the master be so anxious when he learned that the other party was from the sword lumbar in Dongyi City?

...

Fan Jian looked at the white-clothed swordsman standing under the door in the distance, and directly and inexplicably identified the other party's identity. His eyes felt as uncomfortable as if sand had penetrated him.

"Ye Qi, Jianlu, met Mr. Fan."

In this way, Ye Qi wanted to distinguish his relationship with the Fan family. He was not from Fan's surname, nor was he from Qing.

After hearing this, Fan Jian felt complicated, but he was relieved. After all, he should have died, and the person who decided that he would die was himself.

"You... come with me."

Ye Qi had no emotions in his heart, so he walked up behind Fan Jian and walked along the Fan Mansion Corridor.

"So many years, how are you?" Fan Jian asked after the two walked a few steps.

Ye Qi said: "It's pretty good."

After asking one person, the other answered, the two of them had nothing to say. Fan Jian didn't know how to talk to this child who had made him guilt for more than ten years. Ye Qi had something to ask, but after entering the Fan Mansion, he felt that he was being watched by a gaze, and he didn't know where the other party was hiding.

When he was about to arrive at the study room of the Fan Mansion, he felt that his eyes fade away, and Ye Qi's tense body improved slightly. He knew very well that there were only a few people in the world who could avoid his perception. The blind servant Wu Zhu, who was in the Fan Mansion, should be the blind servant Wu Zhu, beside Fan Xian.

When he entered the study, Mr. Fan sent his servant to bring some tea and snacks. Because he didn't know what to say, he could only look at Ye Qi and think about the incident many years ago.

"What's that servant's name?" Ye Qi asked.

Fan Jian guessed roughly which servant he was talking about and said, "His name is Fan Mo. Because of his straightforward temperament, your mother gave him this name."

Ye Qiran was thinking in his heart that the servant was indeed quite honest and stupid, and this name was very suitable for him.

"Where is he?"

"Four years ago, after your mother passed away, he was buried with your mother in the ancestral tomb of the Fan Family in Danzhou."

It turned out that in Danzhou, Ye Qi said, "I will go and see if I have the chance."

"If it's convenient, can you tell me about your experience in Dongyi City in the past few years?" Based on Ye Qi's attitude and the guilt in his own heart, he did not dare to expect Ye Qi to return to the Fan family, but he really wanted to know how his child grew up over the years.

Ye Qi thought for a while and said, "Then I'll tell you."

...

On the roof of the Fan family's study room, there was a man standing. He was wearing a pitch-black warrior shirt and his eyes were covered with black cloth. It was Wuzhu. At this moment, all the words in the house were heard in his ears.

It turns out that he is Fan Jian's son.

...

Ye Qi's experience in Dongyi City was actually only four years since he came to this time and space. Apart from the half year he was lying in the cradle, there was only a little more than three years left. There shouldn't be much to say, but at Fan Jian's request, he would have eaten cooked cakes in Dongyi City and bought a lot of candied haws on which street he had said all the trivial matters such as this, which is enough to say a long time.

A servant changed the candles in the study, and the sound of a refueling man making a refuel came from outside the street. Ye Qi felt that there should be nothing to say anymore, so he stood up and bowed and said, "Mr. Fan, it's not too early, so I'm leaving."

Fan Jian really wanted to keep Ye Qibing talk at night, and even if he listened to what he had just heard countless times, he was willing to do so. However, with the conversation just now, he knew that there was a deep gap between him and Ye Qi, and an irreparable gap.

"Okay, I'll go see you off."

"Need not."

...

Ye Qi left the study room of Fan Mansion, and a servant lit a lantern to lead the way. After walking in the corridor, he met a girl.

The girl is about fourteen or fifteen years old and is slim. Even under the dim lights, she can see her outstanding and beautiful face clearly. The girl who can still wander in the mansion in the middle of the night is the only one who is very favored by the Fan family, Fan Ruoru, who is very favored by her father and brother.

It is rare for women to go out in Kyoto, not to mention that in a high-ranking family like the Fan family, Fan Ruoruo went out in the middle of the night because he received news from the palace that his elder brother Fan Xian was drunk and had a long poem. He is now unconscious because he remembered his brother's previous explanation and was traveling at this time to take his brother home.

Fan Ruoru looked at Ye Qi's face and was still staying in Fan's mansion so late. He asked the servant in confusion: "Who is he?"

The servant was Fan Jian's confidant. When Ye Qi was talking to Fan Jian, he was waiting in the study. Listening to the lady's question, he didn't know how to answer. He turned around and looked at Ye Qi. Seeing that the other party had no strange expression, he said, "Miss, he is a guest invited by the master."

Although Fan Ruoru still felt strange, he ignored it because he had something to do and went out first.

...

After leaving the Fan Mansion, Ye Qi didn't know where to go. He arrived at a rooftop and recalled the Fan Ruoru he had seen before. In addition, he found out about the Northern Qi envoy when he entered the city. He remembered that there would be a good show in the palace tonight. In addition, he wanted to come to the capital of Qingguo, Hong Siyang first, so he went towards the imperial city.

He knew very well that Hong Siyang was not a great master, but Hong Siyang's kung fu was inseparable from Emperor Qing. Based on the purpose of Sigujian and because of his own goal, if he wanted to understand Emperor Qing and put himself in a safe environment, he could only start from Hong Siyang.

...

The most effective way to sober up is to spit out the alcohol you drink in your stomach. After returning to Fan Mansion, Fan Xian began to induce vomiting to himself, then took another sobering medicine that had been prepared long ago, changed into a night outfit, and prepared to go out.

Fan Ruoru, who was by his side, was still thinking about the white-clothed swordsman he had seen in his mansion before. He wondered if his appearance would affect his brother's plan.
Chapter completed!