Chapter 10 What is Wind Bone?
Tong Zi Jing rushed up from downstairs, saw the scene, frowned slightly, and whispered a few words to Fan Xian's ear. Only then did Fan Xian know that the other party was Guo Youzhi, the sole son of the Minister of Rites, who is now a compiler in the palace and has a reputation for being talented - Guo Baokun.
The young man with a gloomy face saw Fan Ruoruo and revealed an expression in his eyes that made Fan Xian extremely disgusted, saying: "I thought it was the son of which family who was so overbearing, but it turned out to be the daughter of the Sichuan governor's house."
Although Xian Nanbo Fan Jian was favored by the emperor, after all, his official position was only a Shilang title, and he was only a fourth-rank official. Moreover, ordinary officials' sons did not know about the real power of the Fan family in secret places.
Fan Xian didn't want to make a big deal out of it, after all, Fan Siyan had made the first move, and no matter what, the person who spoke up for the other side seemed to be a "fan" of the Red Mansion - but when he heard this kind of nonchalant teasing, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
This Guo Baokun's father held a very high official position, and he himself was a compiler in the palace, with good relations with the crown prince. So he had developed an arrogant and disdainful personality, thinking that no one was his equal. When he saw Fan Ruo Ru, who was rumored to be as cold as frost, he felt some evil fire burning inside him, and sneered: "How ridiculous! A mere person from the Fan family dares to use power to oppress others, truly a shame to the literati."
He styled himself as a man of letters, and with a flick of his wrist, he opened the folding fan in his hand, revealing a few strokes of elegant and nimble charm.
The scholars next to him were self-satisfied, thinking that they had offended Si Nanbo and didn't know how to deal with it. At this time, when they heard Guo Baokun's words, they hurriedly followed suit, rushing to put a hat of bullying on the other party, completely unaware of their own wrongdoing.
He Zongwei, who triggered the incident, became silent instead.
"What refinement?" Seeing that the other party was being forced to speak, with no intention of calming down, Fan Xian heard these two words and finally couldn't help but respond with a hint of mockery. "A scholar without learning has nothing to broaden his talents, without ambition he cannot complete his studies. Looking at you so-called talented individuals, instead of studying in the academy during the day, you run to this stone residence to drink and have fun, where is your ambition? Where is your refinement?"
Everyone at the table except Guo Baokun was a talented and famous scholar, and as soon as they heard this, their faces suddenly changed color.
"You think you can be so insolent just because of your family's power and influence?" a scholar shouted back.
Fan Xian slightly furrowed his brow, originally thinking that their side wasn't particularly in the right, but seeing the looks on these scholars' faces, he couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust. He said: "You all say that the Fan family bullies people with power, I don't dare to defend myself. But it's you all who are sitting at this table, getting drunk and having a great time with the son of the current Prime Minister, truly fearless of power and proud of your own integrity. I really admire you."
The meaning of these gentle words was clear, and the crowd in the building suddenly fell silent. The few people sitting at the same table as Guo Baokun were furious and were about to argue, while Guo Baokun himself shook his fan twice, ready to scold this young man.
But Fan Xian's temperament was actually a bit strange, he appeared gentle on the surface, but once he became unhappy, he also liked to make others unhappy, and disliked giving his opponents any room for counterattack or retort, striving to hit them with one blow.
So he didn't even wait for the son of the Minister to speak, and pointed at the fan in Guo Baokun's hand with a smile: "Newcomer to Kyoto, seeing all the sages playing every day, thin as a skeleton, still holding a fan to fan the wind, is this what they call 'wind bone'? This kind of 'wind bone', I wouldn't dare to learn even if you paid me."
Guo Baokun entered the imperial city and interacted with the crown prince, where he had never suffered such humiliation. In extreme anger, he put away the fan in his hand, heavily slammed it on the table, and was so angry that his whole body trembled, unable to speak.
After the reign of Emperor Gong of Song, the emphasis was on literary elegance. Young scholars filled the upper and lower reaches of Kyoto. In this stone tavern, at least 70 or 80% were bookworms. These bookworms... which one didn't have the "bad habit" of holding a fan?
At this time, Fan Xian was talking about Fenggu with a mixture of guns and sticks, not only did He Zongwei's table of people suddenly become furious, but also the rest of the people on the third floor stood up.
Fan Xian was actually just someone who never had much interest in so-called geniuses, occasionally having some feelings, plus his second life as a person, doing things naturally unrestrained and unbound. So he spoke out. But at this time, seeing the atmosphere in the wine tower is unusual, he only understood that he seemed to have offended everyone, but also didn't have anything good to fear, slightly smiled, everywhere hugged fist one courtesy.
For some reason, seeing this young man's bright smile like the sun, the scholars who were somewhat angry felt their anger dissipate by more than half.
But Guo Baokun's anger had not dissipated, and he gritted his teeth, slamming the fan onto the table, giving a signal to take action.
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The literati's lightness is just a verbal skill, but the two sides of this confrontation are precisely the sons of high-ranking officials and aristocratic families, so there is a somewhat dangerous atmosphere floating in the air.
Feng Tzu Ching gazed coldly at the high-ranking guard of the Kwok residence, ready to strike out and protect his master at any moment.
Two loud slaps rang out, and two figures overlapped in one place! The fist wind rose, startling the scholars in the building who had no power to bind a chicken.
The Kyoto aristocratic struggle has always been a game where the lower-ranking servants risk their lives, while their masters watch from the sidelines with idle amusement; it's extremely rare for someone to bring fire upon themselves.
But Fan Xian was different from those noble young masters. After Tong Zi Jing and the strong guards of the Guo family clashed, he quietly moved forward, amidst the countless moves that rained down like raindrops, and found a fleeting gap in the void, where he stretched out his fist.
With a crisp crackle, the fierce and bloody fight that everyone had expected came to an abrupt end.
Fan Xian withdrew his right hand and stood in place with a smile, as if he hadn't moved at all.
The master of Guo's family had already crouched down to the ground, his nasal bridge had been broken by that punch, fresh blood flowed out, and tears also flowed out!
Fan Xian was very satisfied with the effect of this punch. Teacher Fei's teachings were correct, hitting that spot would cause a pain that even a 9th-level master couldn't bear.
Kuo Bao-kun saw his most powerful guard being punched to the ground, squatting like a small dog. He was shocked and pointed at Fan Xian with a trembling voice, saying: "You... actually bully the few with the many!"
Fan Xian looked at him, shook his head, and felt a bit inexplicable. He thought that fighting was something that should be done together, and he wasn't some bored knight wandering the jianghu. With a slight tug on his sleeve, he walked downstairs with an air of righteousness, but he hadn't considered his previous actions, which completely went against certain unspoken rules in this world.
Seeing Zhou classmate, as usual, pinched and twisted, hung on the city gate for two days to provide a spectacle.
