"What are you thinking?"

Two maids were serving food. The little girl sitting on Fan Xian's right hand asked with a pout. The girl's skin was a little dark and a little thin, so she looked particularly pitiful when sitting with the beautiful Fan Xian who looked like a girl.

Fan Xian stretched out his hand, rubbed the yellow hair on the little girl's head, and laughed, "I'm thinking about what dishes do you usually eat in Kyoto."

This little girl, who is younger than Fan Xian, is the biological daughter of Count Si Nan, his half-sister, named Ruoru.

Because he was weak and sick since childhood, and the old lady felt sorry for her granddaughter, she received a year ago from Danzhou to recuperate. She had just been raising her for nearly a year and had no improvement. The hair on her head was still a little sparse, so the officials and families naturally would not lack food and clothing, so it was impossible to have malnutrition, probably because of congenital weakness.

Fan Xian was very close to this little girl. Although he was dealing with this little girl with an uncle's mentality, he just felt sorry for the other party, so he often took her to play and tell her stories, but in the eyes of others, it became a proof of their deep love for brother and sister.

But Fan Xian's identity is a bit embarrassing. After all, the illegitimate child cannot be compared with the real lady, so the maids deliberately did not mention the matter at the Earl's Mansion in Kyoto.

When I heard my brother ask, the little girl turned her fingers seriously and started counting what she usually ate in Kyoto, but after counting, the three-year-old girl could not remember anything, and she would just toss and turn the candied haws and dough people.

After dinner, it was already a little late. The sun sank halfway on the other side of the land, and the thick twilight enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Ruoru, you are really weak."

"Brother bullies."

"Okay, what do you want to hear today?"

"snow White."

Fan Xian suddenly laughed. Fortunately, there was no one else next to him, otherwise he would be shocked to see a strange smile that only adults could have appeared on the face of a four-year-old boy.

"Is it good for brother to tell you ghost stories?"

"Not good!" Fan Ruoru was startled and shook his head desperately. Two lines of clear tears immediately flowed down his black little face. It was obvious that he had been poisoned by many ghost stories this year.

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Bullying the little girl is just one of Fan Xian's evil things. His best skills are bullying the maids. He often tells ghost stories to them, and then scares the girls with full youthful aura and screams, and everyone is crowded in the bed.

Although Fan Xian could not use words to tease them in order to hide himself, he could always enjoy the hug of Xiangze Nizhi at this time.

He comforted himself that he was still a child and was still in a period when he needed to touch it. These were not shameless, but just normal needs.

Whenever the maids were curious about how could the young master know so many terrible stories at such a young age, Fan Xian would put the blame on the teacher.

So the maids now look at the teacher's eyes, thinking to themselves that the Earl Master spent a lot of money to ask you to teach the young master, but you actually told him ghost stories. If the child is scared, he will scare us flowers, you are so guilty!

After the night talk of ghost stories as usual, the two maids were frightened and satisfied. They took the little guy to wash them and closed the door and let him sleep.

It seems to be another ordinary night.

Fan Xian lay the hard porcelain pillow under his head to one side, then went to the closet to take out the robe he wore in winter, and it was neatly turned into a pillow.

He leaned against the pillow, but his eyes were open, shiny in the darkness, and he hadn't fallen asleep for a long time.

Although I have accepted the fact that I have been reincarnated in this world, I may not be able to get used to this fact. It should be just over nine o'clock in the evening and I have to go to bed, which is really uncomfortable.

What's more, he had slept in the hospital bed for a long time in his previous life.

He touched the surface of the bed and found that the secret space he had made should not be seen by anyone. He let go of his heart a little. Naturally, the true energy in his body began to flow slowly, and he might enter that state of meditation at any time.

The moment before she escaped into emptiness, Fan Xian thought, how should she live in this world? How should she live in the next few decades?

Before he could enter the vegetative state, he fantasized about his three wives and four concubines in the future, but he was awakened by an uninvited guest.

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"Are you Fan Xian?"

There was a person suddenly in front of his bed. His eyes were covered with cold colors and his pupils were stained with an unusual brown color. You could tell at a glance that the other party would not love life much.

A very polite question, but if you ask someone who sneaks into your bedroom from the middle of the night, with a face covering, a knife in his hand and a few small bags on his waist, it will undoubtedly be very frightening.

Fortunately, Fan Xian is not a real four-year-old boy, otherwise he would definitely scream in the first time when he saw this weird uncle.

You can also think of using your toes that a night walker who can enter the Earl Beppu quietly must be a capable and ruthless guy. If he calls himself, the other party will definitely kill him.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel proud of his ability to remain calm in the face of danger. He coughed twice, suppressed the extremely nervousness deep in his heart, dressed up as the cutest good baby, and rushed forward!

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"Dad, you're finally back!"

A four-year-old boy pounced on the arms of a killer with tears in his eyes, holding his waist tightly with both hands, but the child's hands were too short, so he couldn't get around and had to grab the other person's clothes hard, as if he was afraid that the other person would run away.

Perhaps because he tried too hard when he grabbed it, he screamed and the little boy tore off a piece of cloth from his hand.

Ye Jieren frowned, but he didn't see any action. He escaped from Fan Xian's arms and stood there blankly, as if thinking about why the illegitimate son of Count Si Nan called him his father.

At the same time, he was also confused. His clothes were of the best grade in the yard, and even a knife was not easy to cut. How could this young child scratch it with his hands?

He was puzzled, and Fan Xian was even more puzzled. When there was no one around him, Fan Xian often used stones on the rockery to test the power of the nameless true qi in his body. When he found that his tender little fingers could barely crush those not very hard turquoises, he had a certain confidence in his self-defense ability.

Fan Xian finally used a four-year-old boy's crying trick to make the other party relax his vigilance, and then transported all his true power to his fingers, thinking that he could control the other party, but who knew that he only grabbed a few rags.

It seems that something is about to happen.
Chapter completed!