Fang Jinglong's face, which was majestic, was stunned for a moment, as if it was covered by dark clouds. He said aiqi: "Are you selling them all... and selling them all..."

The military man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist suddenly had tears in his eyes. He knelt on the ground with a thud and howled, "You are not worthy of your children and grandchildren, you are ashamed of your ancestors..."

Fang Jinglong cried bitterly, but kept kowtowing on the ground, crying and blaming himself. Manager Yang, who was beside him, hurriedly helped Fang Jinglong up, who was ashamed.

Fang Jinglong sighed and said to Manager Yang angrily: "Young Master wants to sell land, why don't you write books to discuss with me? Why... just indulge him like this?"

Manager Yang said aggrievedly: "The master went to the south, and the young master was the head of the family. The student was stopped, but he couldn't stop him. Besides, the master had said that as long as the young master was happy, everything was easy to say. When the master came to prepare a book, he also said that the most important thing was to treat the young master. This is a brain disease. You must not stimulate the young master, so you must follow everything..."

"Oh..." Fang Jinglong sighed, but was speechless, and then continued to walk into the hall. Fang Jifan was amazed, like a child who made a mistake, and he was chasing after catching up. He wanted to comfort his father, but he didn't know how to say it.

When he arrived in the hall, Fang Jinglong was about to order: "Come and pour tea..."

You can look around.

It turned out that the mahogany official hat and chair in this hall disappeared, the coffee table and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall disappeared, and even the lamp shelf disappeared out of thin air.

Here...

It is a willow table, which is a half-old thing at first glance, and... two long benches...

Long bench...

The main hall of Nanhe Bo Mansion is so grand. This lonely long bench gives people an extremely dazzling feeling.

Fang Jinglong's eyes were straight, but there were already a well-behaved servants pouring tea. But... they were not using white porcelain tea cups, but... uh... there were obviously cracks on a large bowl, and there were obviously cracks on the pottery bowl. Of course, this was not old, but because of the unique cracks after the fire of inferior pottery.

Fang Jinglong felt a little dark in front of him, and subconsciously said, "The tables and chairs... are they sold?"

Manager Yang seemed to be dead NIANG: "Sell...sell..."

Fang Jinglong hurriedly supported his body with his hands. Because his body shook, he finally recovered from his senses. He suddenly became angry. The blue veins on his forehead suddenly burst out, and he raised his hand and hit Fang Jifan hard.

The huge slap passed halfway through the air. Fang Jifan subconsciously closed his eyes and said in his heart, "It's over, just hit me." Such a scumbag and prodigal son, in fact, to be fair, he wanted to slap himself in the mirror every day."

But when the palm was about to reach Fang Jifan's cheek, he suddenly stopped. Fang Jinglong's angry face suddenly disappeared, like a defeated rooster, with tears in his eyes, and sighed: "Jifan, when your mother died, I told her to treat you kindly. Over the years, my father did not dare to re-string, dared to take concubines, but I was afraid that I would be sorry for your dead mother. You... are like this... cough cough..." He coughed desperately, covered his heart, and choked up: "It's my father's fault, it's all my father's fault. You have never had a mother since you were a child. Don't say it, don't say it anymore, you'll be fine without disaster or illness."

He smiled bitterly, just shook his head, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his face suddenly became nervous again, and he couldn't help but say, "Baby... Is the baby still there?"

While speaking, he rushed towards the study like a sharp arrow.

His treasures were the bottles and jars collected in the study and some treasures he passed down from his ancestors. He panted and his eyes fell in the direction where the ancient shelf was placed.

But who knew that not only the things on the Box Shelf disappeared at this time, but even the Box Shelf disappeared.

Fang Jifan, Manager Yang and others hurriedly chased after him, and then they saw Fang Jinglong pounding his chest and stumble with his feet, and howling with a sound of shocking the rubble: "Oh my God... what I'm doing is that bad..."

"Don't calm down." Manager Yang was about to step forward.

"Ancestor..." Fang Jinglong held the sky with both hands and roared: "Children and grandchildren are not worthy!"

Fang Jinglong's eyes were already dark and he fell down in silence.

Fang Jifan was so scared that his face turned pale. Isn’t my father a general? He has such poor ability to withstand pressure!

He held Fang Jinglong with a hand, and there was a crying voice behind him crying at his parents: "It's not good, it's not good. My uncle fainted. Please invite the doctor, and you'll also ask the doctor."

The Fang family was already in chaos and made a mess.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath and saw that everyone was at a loss. He felt guilty, but he had to cheer up. He said in a very angry manner: "Manager Yang, you go and ask the doctor, Deng Jian, go and get the towel, and you need to get the water."

Fang Jifan tried Fang Jinglong's breath, but fortunately, his breath was smooth and his pulse was weak but not disordered. He felt relieved.

This damn prodigal son... Fang Jifan didn't know if he was scolding the guy in the past or himself.

Fortunately, the people in the mansion are now in a mess and do not notice anything unusual about this young master Fang.

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Warm cabinet in the Forbidden City.

Emperor Hongzhi has been in poor health recently, but he has always been diligent. Even though he is unhappy, he still dares not waste his government affairs.

Not long ago, someone came to report that it was the rebellion of the southwest chieftains in Nanhe Bofang, Longping, and returned to the court after triumphant rebellion. He had already entered the capital and was about to enter the palace to meet him soon.

Emperor Hongzhi's face suddenly turned red and he was overjoyed.

He leaned against the cushion, and when he summoned Nan Hebo, he held an article "About the Dispute of Treason" in his hand, while the Crown Prince Zhu Houzhao stood by the side with a look of pig's liver.

Zhu Houzhao is the only son of Emperor Hongzhi, and he is very fond of him. Looking at the young prince in front of him, Hongzhi's eyes showed kindness: "I heard that what the masters have taught you recently is "About the Debate of Tyrants", which was written by Su Xun. Although this article is a bit mean, it also has its advantages. Have you read it well?"

"Familiar... I read it well..." Zhu Houzhao lowered her eyebrows and didn't dare to look up at Hongzhi.

He was really afraid of anything he would come to, Hongzhi smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then... I'll carry it to me and listen."

Zhu Houzhao's sleek eyes were instantly congested, and she hurriedly hooked her boots under her feet with her eyes and said stutteringly: "Things... things must... things must come, reason... reason..."

After a long time of care, I couldn't carry it anymore.

Hongzhi leaned slightly, and he was a little displeased: "You have read for half a month and only memorized these five words? The masters of Zhan Shi Mansion carefully taught you, but you didn't listen to a word?"

Zhu Houzhao shook his head and said, "My son knows his mistake."

Hongzhi frowned and showed a harsh look: "You are the prince, and you will inherit the throne in the future. If you don't study, how can you understand the truth? If you don't understand the truth, how can you rule the world?"

Zhu Houzhao was trembling: "Son minister...son minister..."

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's frightened look, Emperor Hongzhi's heart became soft and his stern eyes melted. He shrewd and said, "Hey, you are spoiled by your mother. You should not do this in the future. You must study hard."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes were filled with cunning expressions. In the past, as long as the father taught himself a lesson and showed fear, the father would always be soft-hearted. Today was no exception. He hurriedly said, "I have recorded it."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You..."

He wanted to curse a few words but couldn't speak, so he simply said to the eunuchs who were left and right: "Hasn't Nanhe Bo entered Beijing? Why haven't I met you yet? I've been waiting here for you to go to the Tongzhengsi to urge you."
Chapter completed!