Chapter 1611 Fox Fairy and Little Monk (37)

"Brother Peng." Fan Li returned the salute, sweeping his gaze over the carriage, Peng Fanke and Xia Qiu beside him, "Don't come here without any problems."

"What are you?"

"Oh, we..." Peng Yue looked at Peng Fanke and was about to explain with a smile.

The steward of the Ming Mansion has already walked out of the mansion.

"Mr. Peng, the master invites you into the mansion."

Seeing Fan Li, the housekeeper immediately said, "Young Master Fan, it's time to go, our master has written down the prime minister's instructions."

Lord Prime Minister?

Xia Qiu squinted at Fan Li, his heart flashed, and suddenly he seemed to have an eye, before he could speak.

Fan Li responded to the butler lightly, then paused in front of Peng Yue.

"Follow me to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Ah?" Peng Yue was stunned.

"It's more suitable for you to study your homework there." After leaving this sentence, Fan Li glanced at Xia Qiu behind Peng Yue, and bent down to get on his carriage.

The carriage carried Fan Li far away, but Peng Yue still hadn't recovered.

But the steward of the Ming Mansion had seemingly inadvertently asked Peng Fanke about the relationship between Peng Yue and the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Fan Li is indeed the son of the prime minister.

For Xia Qiu, there are only two types of people in this world.

Peng Yue, and people other than Peng Yue.

So seeing Fan Li, what Xia Qiu thought at the moment was to use Fan Li to climb up to the prime minister, and then use the prime minister to protect Peng Yue from being lord Ze.

So seeing Peng Yue hesitate, Xia Qiu was about to speak, but Peng Yue pursed his lips and asked Xia Qiu.

"Xi Zhi, I have decided to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Although this is a bit abrupt, but with Brother Fan here, my homework is of great help, and I can also pass the palace exam."

"What Xianggong said is true." Xia Qiu smiled.

Peng Yue, who has always been self-restraining and polite, finally knows how to plan for herself. She really brings out a sense of accomplishment in raising a son.

Peng Yue took Xia Qiu to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but Peng Fanke stayed in the Ming Mansion.

Peng Fanke's attitude towards Fan Li has always been respectful and far away, even knowing that Fan Li has such a prominent status, this attitude has not changed.

Friends are also congenial, he and Fan Li don't call, so naturally they can't rush to other people's house.

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What Fan Li arranged for Peng Yue was a small courtyard behind the mansion. With Xia Qiu around, Peng Yue rejected Fan Li's servant.

The small courtyard is located in a quiet place, and few people usually come here, but there is a very large study room with all kinds of books in it, and most of them have annotations.

Looking at the handwriting, it is vigorous and powerful, it doesn't look like Fan Li's, it is probably a book that Prime Minister Fan has read.

Peng Yue reads, and Xia Qiu's red sleeves add fragrance.

Occasionally Fan Li would come, Xia Qiu would make tea for them and wait quietly.

As time passed, Fan Li paid more attention to Xia Qiu.

But he's weirder for another thing.

"Brother Peng, where's your little fox?"

At that time in the academy, the white fox Peng Yue was always with him no matter what he did, and never left him. Why did he suddenly disappear?

"Let her go free." Peng Yue smiled and looked at Xia Qiu.

Fan Li let out an "Oh", but because of his indifferent nature, he didn't ask any further questions.

But one day, the moonlight was just right, and Fan Li had nothing to do, so he wanted to have a talk with Peng Yuelai.

But when he entered the yard, he saw a figure through the transparent window paper. The beautiful and graceful curves were soberly reflected on the window paper, as if he was taking a bath?

There are women here?

Fan Li's heart shuddered, and then his face became hot.

The people in the room seemed to feel being watched, and the light suddenly went out.

Fan Li immediately turned around and left, and went to the small courtyard again the next day, he couldn't help but feel a little tentative in his words.