Fang Zheng felt a little guilty after not going to the academy for five or six days in a row. He didn't live up to the princess's wishes, and he felt a little embarrassed to live up to Master Chen's expectations of him. They were eagerly looking forward to him being successful in high school, and he spent two days fishing.
The guy from Tianshai.com, in his previous life, would have been fired a long time ago.
Everything has been sorted out, and Fang Zheng is free again. He should go to the academy to meet his wife.
The next day, Fang Zheng came to the academy early. Everyone was shocked to see Fang Zheng arrive. It was not easy to have such an awesome classmate. He had been absent from class for several days. Master Chen had already asked him in class how many
This time, no one knew why Fang Zheng didn't go to school. - Fatty knew, but he wouldn't tell him even to death...
After the shock, everyone continued to read as if nothing had happened, as if Fang Zheng didn't exist, which made Fang Zheng smile bitterly. He had an easy-going personality and could get along well with everyone, but the group of classmates in front of him was an exception. I don't know why.
These people are so cold and indifferent. No matter how much he talks to him, others just don't want to pay attention to him. It's really strange.
I saw the fat man lying on the table with his head buried in writing and drawing. From a distance, it looked like a pile of meat on the chopping board, waiting for the butcher to weigh it. This scene was very warm.
Fang Zheng walked over, slapped Fatty Rourou's shoulder hard, and said loudly: "Fatty, have you eaten?"
The fat man suddenly raised his head and saw that it was Fang Zheng. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "Where has your kid been these past few days? I thought you were busy being the shopkeeper and didn't plan to go to school."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "How can we? Making money is precious, and studies cannot be neglected. We must pay attention to both material civilization and spiritual civilization..."
"...What is material civilization and spiritual civilization?"
"Well, it's quite profound. With your IQ, it's difficult for me to explain this issue to you clearly. How have you been these past few days? Pretty good?"
"Not bad, by the way, my sister is also pretty good..."
Fang Zheng said depressedly: "Can we say something happy today?"
The fat man glared and said, "How come mentioning my sister makes you unhappy?"
"You probably know what your sister means to me?"
The fat man smiled warmly: "I know, um, very clear."
Fang Zheng looked around and whispered in the fat man's ear: "Your sister is a princess. She has golden branches and jade leaves. The whole family has grown up in the palm of her hand. She can get wind when she wants it and rain when she wants it. I've found her for you.
Don’t you feel aggrieved to have a brother-in-law like me?”
The fat man smiled and said: "How can anyone underestimate themselves like this? Brother Fang, please don't belittle yourself. Regardless of your character or talent, I think you are quite worthy of my sister..."
This damn fat guy really wants me to be his brother-in-law? No way! Fang Zheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "Come on, I can't bear it. What if we have a fight one day and she gets angry and wants to kill my whole family? Change it.
You are me, how dare you want such a wife?"
The fat man thought for a while and remained silent. It seemed that he didn't want such a wife.
Fang Zheng patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Zhuangzi said: 'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.' You can probably understand what I think?"
The fat man rolled his eyes at him and said in a low voice: "Confucius..."
"What Confucius?"
"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. This is what Confucius said..."
"Ah?" Fang Zheng felt greatly embarrassed and laughed dryly: "Whatever, it's the same thing anyway, haha, it's all the same, it's all the same..."
The fat man choked for a long time and said with a red face: "Actually...my sister still has advantages..."
"Oh? What's the advantage?"
"...Well, she doesn't eat much..."
"..."
After school, the fat man pulled Fang Zheng mysteriously and whispered: "Brother Fang, don't go back in a hurry, I will take you to see something..."
There was a carriage parked at the entrance of the academy. There were more than a dozen guards standing quietly around the carriage. The leader was an acquaintance, Feng Qiudao.
When Feng Qiudao saw the two people coming out, he and the other guards respectfully saluted the fat man with fists in his hands, and nodded slightly to Fang Zheng to show his greetings.
The fat man smiled bitterly and said: "Did you see that? Ever since I was in danger last time, my father has made a decree that no matter where I go, I must have guards around me, otherwise my father will be grounded. Alas, there are more than a dozen people in even the last hut.
Surrounded..."
As he spoke, the fat man whispered in Fang Zheng's ear: "It made me unable to go out for four days..."
Fang Zheng patted the fat man with understanding: "I can understand your pain. For things like shit, you mainly need inspiration..."
"...".
The two got on the carriage and headed west of the city, with all the guards following behind. After walking for half an hour, the carriage stopped at Chaotian Palace Street in the west of the city. Fang Zheng got off the carriage and took a look, wow, what a quiet place.
!
Compared with the south of the city, it is much quieter here. There is no noise from the busy traffic or the noise of people coming and going. The streets are not spacious and are paved with bluestones. Both sides of the streets are high-walled courtyards, and there are houses on both sides of the walls.
The planted trees and bamboos grew lushly, with branches and leaves sticking out, and their shadows covered most of the street.
It was dusk at this time, the sun was setting slowly, and everyone was immersed in this rare quietness. Under a gentle golden halo, accompanied by a bit of local cooking smoke, they suddenly felt relaxed and happy. The fat man broke the silence and chuckled.
: "Brother Fang, how are you doing here?"
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and said sincerely: "Those who fly violently to the sky will look at the peaks and rest their minds; those who are economical in worldly affairs will peek into the valleys and forget to return. What a wonderful place!"
The fat man smiled silently and motioned for Fang Zheng to follow him. The two stopped in front of two vermilion-painted doors. The fat man knocked on the bronze knocker on the door. Soon, a man about thirteen or fourteen years old appeared.
A little maid wearing a pair of cute buns appeared behind the door, her big eyes looking at everyone curiously.
Then, the little maid said crisply: "Who are you looking for?"
The fat man smiled and said, "Please tell me, young lady, that Mr. Fang is here."
The little maid said "Ah" in surprise, and her big black eyes immediately looked at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng touched his nose awkwardly and said: "Fat man, what... is going on? Does the master here know me?"
The fat man said with a smile: "I know her, and you know her too."
The little maid looked at it for a while, then turned around and ran back. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the little maid's silvery laughter could still be faintly heard.
Fang Zheng squinted his eyes and said, "Did you hear that? It's so embarrassing if you're not handsome. This little girl is laughing at you."
The fat man was not angry and said calmly: "Haha, if I were as handsome as you, I would have been all over the streets seducing women from good families."
Fang Zheng laughed and said: "My dear friend, I have wanted to do this for a long time..."
The two stood at the door talking and laughing. After a while, the little maid just opened the door and said with a sweet smile: "My girl invites Mr. Fang and your noble friend to come in and talk."
The fat man waved his hand and said with a smile: "I won't go in. You go in alone. By the way, I have equipped you with a carriage, and also invited several nursing homes, an old housekeeper, and some servants. What else do you need?
I'm looking at the addition myself, you're richer than me, I don't want to put any money into it." After saying this, the fat man winked at Fang Zheng with a charming expression, his expression was indescribably vulgar.
Fang Zheng said anxiously: "Hey, Fatty, what do you mean? What should I do if you leave?"
The fat man didn't explain, smiled mysteriously at Fang Zheng, turned around and left.
Fang Zheng was like falling into the clouds, and he was led into the inner courtyard by the little maid in a daze. The house was not small, with three courtyards, a small pond, and a piece of green grass. In his previous life, this would have been at the level of a manor mansion. Fang Zheng
Zheng was thinking all the way, who is the owner of this place? It would be so embarrassing if I didn’t know him and barged in rashly. The damn fat guy left me here without saying anything clearly. I have to give him a good beating tomorrow...
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Walking around the screen wall and passing through the corridor, I met many servants along the way. When they saw Fang Zheng, they all put down their work and respectfully saluted Fang Zheng. When they crossed the moon gate in the inner courtyard, they saw a man dressed in white.
The beauty was waiting inside the door. When she saw Fang Zheng arriving, she bowed down Yingying and said sweetly: "I have met Young Master Fang."
Fang Zheng took a closer look and was shocked: "It's you!"
Many people are unable to define the word "beauty". The four beauties recognized in ancient times, such as Yang Guifei, their "beautiful" titles are actually caused by the political background and events behind them, and each of them is
The aesthetics of the times are different. In modern times, wouldn't someone like Concubine Yang be just a fat girl?
However, the woman in front of her, no matter from any angle, can be regarded as a beautiful woman. Even the most difficult esthete has to admit that she is indeed one of the most beautiful women in the world.
This beauty has a name as beautiful as herself - Yanran.
As soon as Fang Zheng saw Yanran, he immediately understood what was going on. Fatty is really determined not to give up until he achieves his goal. No, he has really achieved his goal. Girl Yanran is now standing beside Fang Zheng with a beautiful smile.
She can be seen and touched before her eyes. And the fact that she can appear in this house means that the fat man has redeemed her. From now on, this stunning beauty will completely belong to Young Master Fang from her hair to her toes.
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As for what means the fat man used to redeem her, this is not what Fang Zheng cares about. To redeem a girl who emerged from the mud and remained unsullied from that filthy land of fireworks is a kind of righteous act, and the fat man deserves praise.
Seeing Fang Zheng still standing there in shock, Yan Ran couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Master Fang, why are you so polite when you enter your own house?"
Yanran's words woke up Fang Zheng, and he wondered: "My own door? This is...my home? What do you mean?"
Yanran smiled and said: "Didn't your friend Mr. Zhou tell you? This house, including everyone and everything in it, belongs to you."
"Ah?" The fat man was so polite. Fang Zheng felt a little touched. From now on, he would unconscionably praise him for how handsome he was. The money was paid in vain, and he had to be heard.
Yanran said to the little maid: "Ju'er, Master Fang is here and ordered the food to be served."
Ju'er responded sweetly, turned around and left.
Yanran gently pulled Fang Zheng's sleeves and entered the back room. The furnishings in the room were still in her usual simple style, including a mahogany Eight Immortals table, several embroidered spring stools, a dressing table, and several paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall.
On the side is a huge rosewood bed.
"This...is your boudoir?" Fang Zheng asked a very unnecessary question.
Yanran's eyes widened in surprise, then she smiled and said: "Whether it is the boudoir of the slave family depends on who Master Fang regards the slave family as."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
"If you regard the slave family as your woman, this is the slave family's boudoir. To be precise, this is the slave family and Mr. Fang's... new house. If you only regard the slave family as your slave, then the slave family will have to move to the outer courtyard and live with you.
Those maids live together..."
"Uh, that's too modest. Who can afford a servant with both talent and beauty like you..." Fang Zheng wiped his cold sweat and laughed dryly, feeling secretly annoyed in his heart: Why the hell do I act like a slave when I see a woman?
The virtue of tying knots.
Yanran didn't want to let him go, so she smiled charmingly and said, "Since Master Fang doesn't consider me a slave, then you just want me to be your woman?"
Why do I feel that this woman is teasing me? Teasing women is fun, but being teased by a woman is not that fun. Fang Zheng counterattacked with a smile: "Then do you want to be a slave, or do you want to be my woman?"
Yanran opened her eyes innocently and said, "Are you willing to let me become a slave?"