Chapter 4, Midnight Visitor
Moreover, he had already slept long enough on the sickbed in his previous life
Would you like your brother to tell you a ghost story
In the fleeting moment before slipping into a state of emptiness, Fan Xian pondered how he should live in this world. How should he spend the coming decades?
Ruo Ruo, you truly are quite weak
It seems that something is about to happen
The night traveler furrowed his brow, and without any visible movement, he extricated himself from Fan Xian's embrace, standing dazed in place, seemingly pondering why the illegitimate son of Count Si Nan would call him father
Although I have accepted the fact that I have been reincarnated into this world, it does not necessarily mean that I can get used to it. At this moment, it should be around 9 o'clock in the evening, and going to sleep is truly uncomfortable
Although Fan Xian could not use words to tease them in order to conceal himself, he could always enjoy the embrace of fragrant and delicate beauty at such moments
Snow White
Due to her frail health since childhood, and the old lady's deep affection for her granddaughter, she was brought to Danzhou a year ago for recuperation. However, after nearly a year of care, there has been little improvement; her hair has become somewhat sparse. Coming from a family of officials, she naturally lacks neither clothing nor food, so malnutrition cannot be the cause; it is likely due to her inherent frailty.
Fan Xian had a hard time using the crying tactic of a four-year-old boy to make the other party let down their guard. He then channeled all his true energy into his fingers, fully believing he could subdue the opponent. However, to his surprise, he only managed to grab a few strands of torn fabric.
Fan Xian suddenly burst into laughter. Fortunately, there was no one else nearby; otherwise, seeing such a strange smile, one that only adults could possess, appear on the face of a four-year-old boy would surely startle anyone.
Fan Xian pushed aside the hard porcelain pillow beneath his head, then went to the wardrobe to take out the winter robe, folding it into a square shape, thus creating a pillow.
Before I could even enter a vegetative state and fantasize about my future with multiple wives and concubines, I was abruptly awakened by an unexpected guest
It is fortunate that Fan Xian is not a true four-year-old boy; otherwise, upon seeing this strange uncle, he would undoubtedly have cried out immediately.
Are you Fan Xian
Perhaps it was because he gripped too tightly that with a tearing sound, the little boy tore a piece of fabric from the other party
It seems to be just another ordinary night
A very polite question, but if it were asked by someone sneaking into your bedroom in the dead of night, with their face covered, holding a knife, and with several small bags at their waist, it would undoubtedly be quite frightening
Upon hearing her brother's question, the little girl earnestly began to count on her fingers, trying to recall what kinds of food are typically eaten in Kyoto. However, after counting for a while, the three-year-old could hardly remember anything, and could only repeatedly mention candied hawthorn and dough figurines.
Dad, you have finally returned
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Upon realizing this, Fan Xian could not help but feel a sense of pride in his ability to remain calm under pressure. He cleared his throat twice, suppressing the immense tension deep within, and adopted the image of the most adorable and obedient child, charging forward!
After finishing the meal, it was already somewhat late; the sun had set halfway on the other side of the land, and a thick twilight enveloped the entire courtyard
He leaned against the pillow, yet his eyes were wide open, shining in the darkness, having not slept for a long time
Bullying the little girl is merely one of Fan Xian's wicked pleasures; his true expertise lies in tormenting those maidservants. He often tells them ghost stories, which frighten those youthful girls into continuous screams, causing everyone to huddle together on the bed.
Alright, what would you like to listen to today
Not good! Fan Ruoruo was startled, shaking her head vigorously. To her surprise, two streams of clear tears immediately flowed down her dark little face. It was evident that over the past year, she had already been subjected to a considerable amount of torment from ghost stories.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of his bed, their eyes filled with a cold hue, with an unusual shade of brown in their pupils, making it clear that this individual did not have much love for life
He was puzzled, and Fan Xian was even more bewildered to the point of feeling like he was bleeding from the heart. When there was no one around, Fan Xian often used the stones on the artificial mountain to test the power of the nameless true energy within him. Upon discovering that even his delicate little fingers could barely crush those not very hard soft stones, he gained a certain level of confidence in his self-defense abilities
This little girl, even younger than Fan Xian, is the biological daughter of Count Si Nan, making her his half-sister. Her name is Ruo Ruo
A four-year-old boy, with tears in his eyes, rushed into the arms of a certain assassin, tightly clutching his waist with both hands and a picture book. However, the boy's arms were too short to wrap around completely, so he could only grip the other person's clothing tightly, as if afraid that the person would run away.
Brother bullies
He comforted himself, telling himself that he was still a child, still in a period where touch was necessary; these were not shameful, but rather very normal needs
At the same time, he was also puzzled; his outfit was of the highest quality in the courtyard, and even a knife would find it difficult to cut through. How could this young child have torn it with just his hands
Two waitresses were serving dishes, and the little girl sitting to the right of Fan Xian pouted and asked. The little girl had somewhat dark skin and was a bit thin, which made her appear particularly pitiable sitting next to the beautiful and girl-like Fan Xian
He touched the surface of the bed and found that the hidden compartment he had made should not be noticed by anyone, which eased his mind a little. Naturally, the vital energy within him began to flow slowly, and he was on the verge of entering a meditative state.
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One can easily deduce that a night intruder capable of silently entering the Earl's residence must be a highly skilled and ruthless individual; if I were to call out, the other party would undoubtedly kill me
After the ghost stories and the illustrated book's evening conversation concluded as per tradition, the two maids, with expressions of lingering fright yet satisfaction, attended to the young master, washed him up, and then closed the door to let him sleep
Fan Xian reached out his hand, ruffled the little girl's blonde hair, and chuckled, "I was wondering what dishes you usually eat in the capital."
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Whenever the maids were curious about how the young master, at such a tender age, could possibly know so many terrifying stories, Fan Xian would shift the responsibility onto the tutor.
What are you thinking about
The maids now look at the teacher with somewhat unfriendly eyes, thinking to themselves that the Earl has spent a great deal of money to invite you to teach the young master, and you actually tell him ghost stories. Not only have you frightened the child, but you have also terrified us delicate flowers. This is truly a grave offense
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However, Fan Xian's identity is somewhat awkward; after all, a illegitimate child cannot be compared to a legitimate young lady. Therefore, the maidservants deliberately refrain from mentioning matters concerning the Earl's residence in the capital.
Fan Xian and this little girl shared a strong bond. Although he approached her with the mindset of an older man, he felt a deep compassion for her, often taking her out to play and telling her stories. However, in the eyes of others, this became evidence of their deep sibling-like affection.
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