Daqing: Immortality begins with taking Fan Xian as your disciple!

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She has a somewhat intelligent and aloof air about her, and she can even intimidate people.

But once these words came out, he sounded like a larger version of Versace.

Ruoruo observed the person's tone of voice and behavior.

He was slightly taken aback, looking at the two people facing off as if he were looking at two Versaces.

Wang Qinian somehow got hold of a plate of melons.

Then I brought a few more toothpicks.

He patted Su Yu on the shoulder and called him to eat with Ruoruo.

Su Yu naturally took the melon and casually asked a question.

"Where did it come from?"

Wang Qinian smiled broadly as he popped a piece of melon into his mouth.

I picked it up from the doorway.

"free."

When it comes to the word "free," this gossip becomes even more interesting.

While eating, they continued to watch Young Master Fan argue with that Young Master Guo.

Guo Baokun was already several years older than Versace.

He's so thin, yet he looks tall.

Standing in front of Versace at this moment, with his head held high, he appeared even taller.

The problem is that he's tall, which makes Versace look like a short, stout guy.

The other party adopted an arrogant and condescending attitude.

As a result, the chubby Versace became more and more annoyed by the skinny monkey in front of him.

He simply shoved it over and shouted.

"I don't care if your father is a pig or a dog in the Ministry of Rites."

"You're taking my spot, so you have to move out of my way."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qinian burst out laughing.

The Minister of Rites is in charge of pigs? Or the Minister of Rites is in charge of dogs?

Young Master Sizhe has a really sharp tongue.

Of course, it's also because children speak without thinking, and young calves are not afraid of tigers.

Otherwise, looking around the capital, who would dare to speak so rudely to a high-ranking official?

After Fan Sizhe finished speaking, he looked at Guo Baokun, the skinny monkey who had been pushed to the ground.

He raised his head, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly.

"Listen up, my name is Versace."

“My father is the Vice Minister of Revenue, in charge of all your purses. (bfaa)”

When talking about his wallet, Versace looked very proud.

Su Yu understood.

In Versace's eyes, he always regarded his father as someone of great importance and stature.

He might not even know what a Minister or a Vice Minister does, or which official rank is higher.

But he knew that the person in charge of the money was the most capable.

He knew that his father was more powerful than other people's fathers.

But when his gaze swept to the side, to Guo Baokun, who had been pushed to the ground by Versace, he realized that...

Su Yu couldn't help but shake her head.

Being too thin is really not good.

Guo Baokun, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered, his eyes wide open.

what's the situation?

Did the chubby boy push himself?

How dare he push me?

Guo Baokun truly hadn't expected this.

In such an elegant place as Yishiju, someone actually made a move?

Moreover, he even dared to attack himself?

What I never expected was that a chubby little boy of three or four years old would be so strong?

It seems that Dad was right when he said we should eat more.

But compared to being pushed down by the chubby boy.

What Guo Baokun was more concerned about was that this chubby boy actually dared to call his father a pig!

Guo Baokun has always been arrogant and disdainful of others.

Today I actually met a kid who's even more arrogant than me.

He braced himself against the floor, stood up, and dusted off his bottom.

He walked up to the chubby boy, Versace, and said angrily.

"Your father is just a vice minister, a fourth-rank official."

"You, a mere nobody, dare to talk back to me?"

"You just said my father was in the Ministry of Rites... apologize!"

Versace snorted coldly, deliberately.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Then I'll say it a few more times."

"The Minister of Rites is a pig."

"The Minister of Rites is a pig."

"The Minister of Rites is a pig."

"The Minister of Rites is a pig."

"..."

Guo Baokun was still just a child, and he was quite taken aback by what the other person had said.

Finally, they stopped carrying fans and pretending to be refined.

They immediately started hurling insults at each other.

"Your dad's the pig!"

"You're a pig too, a stupid pig!"

Now they both mentioned the person the other cared about most.

This fight is clearly unavoidable.

Guo Baokun was furious. What kind of gentleman uses words instead of fists?

Any notion of being uncivilized was immediately forgotten.

I was completely infuriated by the chubby boy in front of me.

He doesn't want to be a gentleman; he's still just a child!

Then, in the next moment, Guo Baokun stretched out his palm.

He slapped the chubby Versace on the shoulder.

Versace is rather sturdy.

But Guo Baokun was indeed a few years older than him, and his strength was considerable.

Pushed by Guo Baokun, he fell flat on his back.

Versace doesn't care about the rank of any official.

Regardless of whether he was a prince's study companion.

He took his place, dared to curse his own father, and even pushed him.

We have to beat him, beat him so badly that his father, the Minister of Rites, won't even recognize him when he comes home!

So, he clenched his fists.

He threw a punch straight at Guo Baokun's knee.

Guo Baokun was hit hard on the knee and cried out in pain.

He was then grabbed by the leg and punched again by Versace.

So he lay down on the ground as well.

The two started fighting, and the fight was fierce.

Those who were originally sitting at the table dared not utter a sound after hearing them hurling insults at each other.

They were all criticizing current officials, and the criticisms they used were quite harsh.

But importantly, they heard it.

It turns out that the chubby boy was actually the son of a vice minister in the Ministry of Revenue.

Although his official rank was not as high as that of Young Master Guo's father.

However, they were all high-ranking officials in the court and nobles in the capital.

In Kyoto, power struggles are deeply entrenched, and who knows who is behind each of them?