At this time, outside the gate of Nanhe Bo Mansion, Deng Jian was still looking up.

The young master was kidnapped by the eunuch. Deng Jian dared not stop him, but he was so anxious that he stamped his feet. He always knew the young master's temperament and would definitely not take the exam if he didn't. Sure enough, he couldn't wait long before he saw the young master's figure.

"Young Master...Young Master..." Deng Jian happily greeted him.

Fang Jifan was a little nervous, and he didn't know whether he answered well. To put it bluntly, all these topics depend on whether they were right or not.

When he saw Deng Jian, he returned to his slut, whistling, and even his legs were even more open: "What's the ghost's name?"

Deng Jian hurriedly bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "Young Master has gone to school to read?"

Fang Jifan nodded.

Deng Jianyi was stunned. Although he was tied up, it was not like the young master's style. He became a little nervous. Was it because the young master was tied up and was stimulated and his brain disease broke out again? Therefore, he said worriedly: "Didn't the young master say that he would go to school to read it well before?"

Fang Jifan sneered and said, "I'm going, but I have handed in the paper in advance."

Deng Jian was stunned, then his eyes shone, and he said happily: "Young Master is the Young Master."

Although he felt that the young master had done something wrong again, Deng Jian felt warm in his heart. This was a very down-to-earth feeling and comfortable.

Deng Jian's face was filled with a happy smile. As Fang Jifan entered the yard, Fang Jifan saw Xiang'er in the distance carrying a basket of clothes to the courtyard with difficulty, and said, "Little Deng Deng, isn't this little Xiangxiang sick?"

"yes."

Seeing Xiang'er's extremely difficult appearance, Fang Jifan limped and couldn't help but feel pity. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiao Xiangxiang, what are you doing?"

When Xiang'er saw Fang Jifan, she didn't know whether it was because she was sick or shy. She hurriedly lowered her head, put down her clothes basket, and then said politely: "Young master, I'll do laundry."

Fang Jifan frowned slightly and said, "Wash if you are sick?"

Xiang'er sank on.

Deng Jian smiled and said, "Young Master, it was ordered by Manager Yang."

Fang Jifan felt that his teeth were itchy. This is Huang Shiren. Is there anyone who abused others like this? Fang Jifan could ignore other things and pretend to be his own prodigal young master, but he couldn't stand this.

So he sternly said: "Call Manager Yang."

Deng Jian felt strange, but he saw that the young master was full of anger, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he hurriedly called Manager Yang.

Soon, Manager Yang trotted over with a big belly, and said with a pity, "What are the instructions for the young master?"

Fang Jifan calmed down and had already had a scheming in his heart. He first pointed at Xiang'er and said, "Xiang'er, what do you mean? You are sick and dare to sway in front of me. If you give this illness to me, you will definitely be a death sentence!"

When Xiang'er heard this, she was so scared that she lost her face and burst into tears. She quickly admitted her mistake in horror.

Manager Yang thought Fang Jifan was just teaching Xiang'er a lesson, so he followed him and said angrily: "Did you hear me? You dare to get in the eyes of the young master, be careful with your skin." Then he looked at Fang Jifan with a flattering look: "Young master, do you think so?"

Fang Jifan took the fan and raised his hand and slapped Manager Yang in the face.

Bang...

The slap was straightforward, especially when it hit Manager Yang's chubby face, the afterglow still remained.

Manager Yang was beaten out of control and suddenly felt aggrieved. He covered his cheeks and looked at Fang Jifan in disbelief: "Young Master, you are..."

Fang Jifan gritted his teeth, and then said something from his teeth: "Remember, in this capital, no one is allowed to exist who is even less despicable than this young master!"

Manager Yang was almost scared to death. He didn't expect that he would steal the limelight from the master and make him resentful. So he hurriedly said, "I dare not, I dare not, the master is the most... No, the master is the most amazing."

Fang Jifan looked at Xiang'er with disdain just now: "You have made such a big mistake, why are you crying? Now you are punished to go back to your residence to face the wall for three days, and you are not allowed to leave the room within three days, otherwise I will kill the chicken to warn the monkey and kill Manager Yang..."

Manager Yang: “…”

Deng Jian glanced at Manager Yang in fear, then hesitated, and after a long time he squeezed out a smile: "Young Master is wise!"

Xiang'er seemed to be frightened. She just thought that the young master hated her, so she punished herself, so she turned red and left with her eyes.

Seeing the weak back moving away, Fang Jifan subconsciously took out the Xiangfei fan and shook it, and sighed in his heart.

Usually, I always feel that I have to replace another person and adapt to the pace of life of another person. It is very terrible. But then he realized that there are too many people in this world who are more miserable than me. The prodigal son in the past did many evil things, so now, it is time to let himself pay off some debt.

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Forbidden City, Warm Pavilion.

At this time, the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houzhao, was looking outside the warm pavilion. His thief looked into the warm pavilion, and a majestic voice immediately came from the warm pavilion: "Come in."

Zhu Houzhao stuck out her tongue, immediately put on the appearance of the crown prince, and stepped into the pavilion. After entering, she realized that it was not the time for him to come. She saw her father sitting high at the head of the desk, and several masters were kneeling on the left and right.

These masters are all famous officials of the Hongzhi Dynasty and are known for their Qingzhi. However, since they are Qingzhi, they generally don’t know how to look at Zhu Houzhao’s good looks.

Just as Zhu Houzhao was about to salute, Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand and had not seen the only son for a few days. When he saw him, Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said kindly: "Son of the Emperor, the Liu Qing family mentioned it to me just now, saying that you have memorized the "Online Debate of Tyrants"?"

Liu Qing's family is Liu Jian, the chief minister of the cabinet of the current dynasty. He sat on the left hand of Emperor Hongzhi. He was an ugly old man. At this moment, he nodded to Zhu Houzhao.

Liu Jian is the chief minister of the cabinet and also serves as the tutor of the prince, so he occasionally goes to the Zhanshi Mansion to supervise Zhu Houzhao's homework. In recent days, it seems that the crown prince has made great progress, which comforts him.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows slightly, but said seriously: "My son is ashamed."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "It can be seen that if you use your heart, it is good."

He said, smiling: "Sit aside, I have something to discuss with you."

Zhu Houzhao complained, but she still knelt obediently.

Emperor Hongzhi continued: "A few days ago, the personal military office sent more than a dozen good articles. I have been thinking about pacifying the southwest for the past few days. Alas... The troubles in the southwest are actually old diseases of the Ming Dynasty. Over the past century, the court has suppressed rebellions again and again, but every year, but after winning every year, they have received news of rebellion one after another. They are very annoyed. All the ministers are my humerus, and I think they have been having a headache. Today is rare, these children have participated in the literary examination. I took this opportunity to come up with this policy. Perhaps, some people are surprised and come up with good prescriptions."

Liu Jian and others all smiled slightly, but this smile was very subtle, more like catering to the emperor. In their eyes, His Majesty is still wise, and the cabinet and ministers of various ministries are still virtuous. They have not yet found a good solution to the root cause. Can a group of furry children count on them?

Such exams, especially a group of noble children, are probably not as good as those of ordinary scholars. As long as they can read and write in a good manner, they do not seek any reason, but can write in a writing that can connect the past and the future, they will be considered excellent.

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Chapter completed!