Chapter 33 The Pain of the Sack

The courtesan boat stopped at the shore, Prince Jing stood by the gangway, smiling at the people who disappeared into the night, holding the girl Yuan Meng in his arms, Yuan Meng asked curiously, “What did Duke Fan do?”

Shizi nodded the tip of her slightly cool nose and scolded with a smile, “In front of me, still want to pretend to be innocent?” Yuan Meng smiled sweetly and said, “No matter what Eunuch Fan went to do, but he didn’t avoid you either, but it’s Miss Si Li Li, I’m afraid she still doesn’t know anything.”

“Not avoiding me means he is smart.” Li Hongcheng smiled, “I’m just a shield he pulled in, but if he wants me to be willing, he can’t hide it from me.” He suddenly asked, “What do you think of Fan Xian’s opinion of Miss Siri?”

Yuan Meng looked like she was particularly familiar with the World Son, and after thinking about it, she responded, “This Mr. Fan seems to be very fond of Miss Lili Lili, it’s just that I can’t imagine being able to put up with this springtime night without going on to other things.” The way she covered her mouth and laughed was completely different from the feeling of a purser.

“Then you should socialize more with Lili in the future, maybe Fan Xian will come to Drunken Immortal Residence more often in the future.” Li Hongcheng frowned.

“Yes.” Yuan Meng agreed like a subordinate for a moment, although she was a bit curious as to why the World Son was so interested in Fan Xian.

Li Hongcheng slipped his hand into the lapel of her coat, and as he held the soft mass of flesh and kneaded it, Yuan Meng let out a soft cry, her body nearly going soft. “Do you know who Fan Xian is?”

“It’s the favorite illegitimate son of Lord Fan Jian, the Minister of the Household Department.” Yuan Meng replied with a voice like a kitten’s, but her eyes were very clear, “My subordinate understands, your lordship is trying to hold the lifeline of Qing’s money and grain.”

Li Hongcheng smiled and shook his head, “I don’t have that ambition, I just simply feel that Fan Xian is a friend worth making.” There were a few truths in this statement, but there were also some things that were not made clear, Li Hongcheng knew about Fan Lin’s secret marriage, so he knew very well that the young man called Fan Xian would possibly manage that huge business system behind the royal family in the future.

If the second prince wants to compete with the crown prince, that silver money, is one of the most important weapons.

Guo Baokun today in the poem will fall in the wind, the mood is very bad, so the evening went to spend the day to drink some, which is a little soothing mood, the thought of that old-fashioned father at home, the mood has become bad again, is planning to get the crown prince tomorrow what fun into the palace, but found that the sedan chair stops.

He was not prepared for a moment, plus he did not know why, his head was a little dizzy, his forehead hit the front, the impact was raw and painful, and he cursed angrily, “You bastards, how did you carry the sedan chair?”

No one answered him, the sedan chair outside a quiet, Guo Bao Kun some woes from the sedan chair will be tipped over to climb out, found the street is quiet, it is to return to the house before the must pass through the cattle grid street.

Surrounding the sedan chair, there are three masked men in black, and Guo’s sedan chair and guards have fallen to the ground, do not know whether they are alive or dead. Guo Baokun thought it was encountered along the road robbery thieves, scared half to death, thinking this Kyoto security when became so bad? Do shivering asked: “What are you people? What do you want?”

Oxford Street has always been quiet, especially after nightfall, basically no pedestrians, Guo Baokun is also a little desperate, do not expect to shout to save themselves, so the voice is very low.

There is a clear and soft voice replied: “I am Fan Xian, I want to beat you.”

Guo Baokun looked back in shock, only to find a sack coming at him head-on and covering himself, so he didn’t see Fan Xian’s hateful smiling face.

Inside the sack, there was an ethereal fragrance, but it made Guo Baokun’s drowsy head clear up a lot, but in this way, it was even more miserable, because immediately after that, there was a storm of painful beatings, punches and kicks, and there was no mercy at all.

Fan Xian watched the Fuji Zijing a few people down, heart feel slightly pleased, he just want to let others know, do not easily try to provoke their own, in addition to some other ideas. Guo Baokun, the son of the Shangshu, when had he ever suffered such humiliation and pain, but he knew that the one who did it was Fan Xian, and that there was always no possibility of death in a fight between the sons of the powerful and noble, thinking that he wouldn’t be able to give his life away, so he was still letting loose with harsh words:

“Little bastard surnamed Fan! If you have the guts, you can beat me to death!”

Hearing this, Fan Xian was enraged and waved his hand to get out of the way of Fuji Zijing, who had been hammering away in silence, and walked over to him, crouching down to give him a good beating before saying softly to the rolling sack: “Brother Guo, do you know why I wrote that poem this afternoon?”

Fan Xian’s strength is big, Guo Baokun in the sack has long been unable to speak through the pain, whimpering and wailing.

“The wind and the sky are high and the apes are whistling, the islet is clear and the sand is white and the birds are flying back. The boundless fallen trees under the Xiao Xiao, not all the great river rolls to. Miles of sadness in the fall often as a guest, a hundred years of sickness alone on the stage. The hardship and bitterness of hatred and frosty temples, and the scribbling of the new stop turbid wine cups. You deceived me twice, so I will beat you sad, sorrowful, and sickly; if not, how can it make me feel pain.”

The words just fell, his fist has been through the sacks ruthlessly smashed Guo Baokun’s face on the door, I do not know the late night, through the sacks how will be so accurate accuracy, is actually hard hit Guo Baokun’s nose. Guo Baokun only felt a burst of pain, numbness, acidity, itching straight to the brain, blood flow, finally could not help but cry out in pain and howl miserably, and opened his mouth to beg for forgiveness.

Fan Xian looked at the ground constantly twisting the sack, only then realized that his ruthless side, seems to be slowly to break free from these years in the cover, still do not hate towards the sack kicked a few feet, before a wave of the hand, leading the three behind the beaters withdrew, disappeared into the night, can be said to be in a hurry to come, also in a hurry to go, Guo Baojun hate not to meet.

Half a day later, Guo Baokun only from the sack drilled out, body green a purple piece, looking around those guards sedan chairman still lying on the ground, can not help but curse countless sentences, with the foot will be these people kicked up, this time to know the original henchmen are in some kind of ecstasy, but that darned Fan Xian, actually in the sack put the antidote to the beating of their own pain.

The guards held the drowsy head, saw their own son was actually beaten into a pig’s head, scared half to death, rushed forward to help, even the sedan chair also do not sit, directly back to the Guo House.

That night Guo House turned the sky, the next day early in the morning to send people rushed to the Kyoto House, the paper directly to the Ministry of Ministry of Ministry of Justice and the Kyoto Prefect Mei Zhili, complained about last night’s tragedy, vowed to Fan House bastards on the punishment of felony, and can not let go of that bold, dare to commit murder on the streets of Kyoto Fan’s illegitimate son, if he can not be ruled, the face of this Hall Shangshu to go to where to put it.