Chapter 28 book thief

He is really very envious of his previous life when reading, once fantasized about the red sleeve night reading scene, so earlier will Si Si hard pull, accompanied him to write half a day, sniffing the indoor burning incense, the body fragrance of the daughter’s body, the tip of the pen soft hair and the paper lightly touching the slippery and enjoying that kind of exceptionally peaceful and wonderful feeling.

However, he thought that if he wrote a book, it would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble to him, so he decided to write quietly by himself.

Fan Xian always felt that he had to prepare himself in advance for his future life in Kyoto, materially as well as spiritually. And since it was impossible for a long, beautiful text like Dream of the Red Chamber to be copied from a poem and blurted out at a banquet, he had to prepare himself in advance.

I don’t know why, he always felt that his future life, certainly with the center of the country of Qing, that distant Kyoto can not be associated with, perhaps the high court official’s biological father, perhaps the impression of the yellow hair girl, perhaps he has not seen a side, but always inexplicably curious about his mother.

He thought for a moment, and then put down his pen again to finish writing those unspeakable things between Baoyu and Qin Zhong’er this time around, and after the ink dried, he put it into an envelope and prepared to send it to Fan Ruo Ruo, who was far away in Kyoto.

In his residence in Tanyu Port, Fan Xian did not keep any drafts, but wrote and sent one to Kyoto. Because it was really hard for him to suppress the desire in his heart to share the beautiful experiences of his past life with the people of this world, just as someone who owned the most beautiful jade stone in the world, which no one had ever seen, and who had hidden it under his bed for many years, would be itching to death, always hating to let the whole world–no, there should be at least one person who knew about it. should be at least one person, know the jade heart-stopping beauty.

A collector who collects a famous painting for a lifetime without showing it to the public is, if not a pervert, a thief who steals this painting.

And Fan Xian knew that he was certainly not a pervert, and although he was indeed a thief, it was wonderful that no one in this world knew.

So Fan Xian completely ignored Fan Ruo Ruo girl’s age, and has been sending her the manuscript on a monthly basis, and then telling her that the story is called The Book of Stones, written by a man called Cao Xueqin, and that he happened to be acquainted with it by chance, and that he gets some manuscripts from him every month, and shares them with his sister, and how it’s cloudy…….

Although the first fifteen chapters of the Dream of the Red Mansion, there are still Qin Keqing dream will be Bao Yu, Bao Yu first try cloud and rain love and so on the passage, but Fan Xianli sure little girl in their own so many years of letters inculcated, should not see these as a flood of beasts, and will not be their brother to see this as what the lecherous man.

As expected, Fan Ruoruo got Cao Gong’s text, ignorant reading, as if the peony chewing, but also slowly tasted some flavor, especially after seeing Daiyu into the house, it began to feel good, every month will come to the letter to urge his brother to ask more to that Cao Gong more.

Fan Xian received the letter, the heart can not help but be bitter, thinking that this deposit are gone, update naturally can not be too fast, and later copied to seventy or eighty chapters, or not to fall into a eunuch’s end.

After finishing his work as a copyist, Fan Xian began to read books as he did on a normal day. In his study there were many miscellaneous books, all of which had been sent over from the Earldom of Kyoto, and whenever he thought of this matter, his heart’s impression of the father he had never met would always change, at least the other party still knew what was most important in the process of a person’s growth.

In a country with no AV and no pits, Fan Xian’s way to get rid of his boredom, besides playing hide-and-seek with the domineering true qi in his body every day and making his maids blush, was to read these miscellaneous books in his study.

The content of the books is extremely broad, from farming to the laws of Qing Dynasty, everything is included, there are also some of this world’s scriptures are like bricks stuffed with a whole layer of bookcases.

This bookcase is Fan Xian in accordance with his own mind style, style is very simple, each layer inside the Yaozhou production of rue grass, this kind of grass can prevent the most moth-eaten books, just this world does not seem to know a few people, so in the House of just as a general spice in the use.

After reading the books for these years, Fan Xian found many shadows of what he had learned in his previous life from those scriptures, only some slight differences in the way of expression, and this realization made him stop copying Han Fei Zi, Xun Zi, Lao Zi, Sun Zi, and several Zi, so as to become a generation of academic ideas.

Regardless of which aspect of study he was doing, including drug knowledge, cultivation, and reading, Fan Xian was very serious, accumulating knowledge with a composure and assiduousness that was not at all in keeping with his age. Because he understands that he is not much more than the next person, he did not come to a perfect world where the average IQ is fifty, the advantage he can have is just a little bit of knowledge precipitated by the earth society, and there is also the initial moment of awakening which is much earlier than that of the general children’s enlightenment.

The oil lamp a light sound, popped out a small group of light flower, suddenly became a little brighter, Fan Xian ambush reading, gradually fall asleep.

The next morning woke up, washed up, Fan Xian first went to the old lady’s bedroom to ask for peace, before going to the hall for breakfast. Ever since the assassin’s incident, the way Fan Xian looked at his grandmother again was very different from before, and in addition to sticking to the morning and afternoon greetings for many years, he would also chat with his kind-looking grandmother from time to time about some family matters and tell a few little jokes to amuse the old man.

“I heard that one day, His Majesty the Emperor summoned Lord Chancellor, the consular ministers of the Council of Elders, the President of the Supervisory Academy, the head eunuchs of the palace, and a group of high-ranking officials to discuss state affairs in the Great Hall. As a result, a meteorite flew down from the sky that day, smashing through the roof of the hall and hitting all the ministers who were kneeling below. His Majesty hurriedly summoned the eunuch to come and treat them, and waited outside the ward. In a short while, the doctor came out, His Majesty was busy asking: doctor, is the prime minister still alive? The Imperial Doctor shook his head very woodenly: the Chancellor is hopeless.”

In front of the paragraph, the old madam was full of suspicion, not knowing why the little child talked about the things in Kyoto, these sinister things in power, the old madam did not know how many personally experienced, so always be careful.

“His Majesty asked again: what about the consular minister? The eunuch shook his head again in frustration: alas …… it is also hopeless. His Majesty asked again: Hong Gonggong? The eunuch still shook his head. His Majesty was furious, scolded: then in the end who is still saved? The eunuch’s spirit was revitalized and said: your majesty is blessed, Qing Guo is saved!”

Hearing the last sentence, the old lady instantly woke up, trembling with laughter, tears in her eyes nearly laughing, pointing at Fan Xian’s innocent face and cursing with a laugh, “You little procrastinator, if it was in Kyoto, you’d have to be arrested by the Procuratorate based on this joke alone.”