After leaving Prince Fu's Mansion, Fang Zheng lowered his head and thought about things. The figures of Xiaolu and Changping kept changing in his mind. Is this a love triangle? Well, we have to add Yanran, um, and Sister Feng.
...Wow, this young master is so charming. He has hooked up with several people in just a short time. If things continue at this rate, it is certain that the Fang family's descendants will flourish. Why are you in such a hurry to get married, young master?
My current market is going up all the way and has reached the daily limit. How can I worry about not being able to find a wife?
I hope Fatty can convince his parents tomorrow to put down the matter of getting married. Young Master, I am only eighteen years old, and I still need to develop further...
As he was stroking beautifully, Fang Zheng suddenly felt that he had bumped into someone. He suddenly woke up and found an old man staggering backwards. Fang Zheng subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled him. What a danger! Hey.
, look at this skill of my brother!
As soon as the old man stood firm, a fair-faced and beardless middle-aged man behind him rushed forward. His face turned pale with fright. He stretched out his hand to support the old man, then turned to Fang Zheng and scolded: "How brave! How dare you charge..."
"Shut up! It's just a small matter, forget it." The old man interrupted him and waved his hand casually.
The middle-aged man bowed his head and stepped aside respectfully.
Fang Zheng saw the old man with a square scarf on his head, a black Confucian robe, and square satin shoes. He had a calm face and a pair of sharp eagle eyes. He seemed to be sharp and restrained, not angry and self-powerful, which made people involuntarily feel a sense of yearning.
His mentality of kneeling down and worshiping, this old man is quite evil.
Fang Zheng was stunned, and then said quickly: "Oh, I'm sorry, old man, I didn't pay attention for a moment and bumped into you, is it okay?"
The old man shook his head, glanced at the gate of Prince Fu's Mansion behind Fang Zheng, and said, "Who are you? You just came out of Wu Bing's place?"
Who is Wu Bian? Fang Zheng thought for a while and suddenly realized, isn't Wu Bian the fat man? He is always called Fatty on weekdays, and he has forgotten his real name. It seems that this person can call Fatty by his name.
acquaintance.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, I have a good relationship with Fatty."
"Fat man?" The old man was stunned, then suddenly smiled, and looked Fang Zheng up and down, "Haha, I... I have never heard of anyone calling him that. Could it be that you are his classmate in the academy, named Fang Zheng?"
Fang Zheng nodded, feeling a little strange. Who is this old man? He actually knows me? My brother is not well-known to everyone.
"Old man, do you know me?"
"Haha, I am not sick... Well, elder, I heard him mention you."
The fat man is a prince, and his elders are probably the emperor's brothers. Oh, he is a prince again.
Fang Zheng quickly saluted and said, "I've met the prince, I'm sorry just now, I don't mean to offend you."
"Your Majesty?" The old man was stunned again, "Why do you think I am... uh, Your Majesty?"
Fang Zheng thought to himself, isn't this nonsense? If he wasn't a prince, could he be the emperor?
The middle-aged man next to him scolded again: "Bold!..."
"Shut up! Get out!" The old man frowned and glared at him. The middle-aged man stepped aside in fear, not daring to interrupt again.
Fang Zheng glanced sideways at the middle-aged man. You deserve it! I told you to rely on your strength. In just a few words, I have been bold twice. What can you do to me?
"Fang Zheng, how old are you this year?" The old man asked without being angry or intimidating.
"...Fifteen!" Fang Zheng said seriously.
"Huh?" The old man frowned.
"Actually, some people think I'm eighteen..." Fang Zheng told the truth. This old man is really evil, and nothing seems to be able to fool his sharp eyes.
"Eighteen years old, haha, at such a young age, he can actually come up with a strategy to defeat the Turks. It's not easy."
"It's just a joke... If it doesn't work, don't trouble me." What Fang Zheng is most worried about now is that if the plan fails, someone will take action on him.
"...Are you interested in serving the imperial court?"
Fang Zheng was shocked when he heard this. What does this old man mean? Recruiting me? No way! My young master's dream of being a dandy has not been realized yet.
"Don't dare, don't dare. The juniors are not very talented and have mediocre qualifications. They are really not capable of serving the country."
The old man frowned and said: "Why do you have to belittle yourself? Just talking about the strategy you proposed to retreat from the Turks is enough to put many important officials in the court to shame. You are now studying in the academy, don't you also want to obtain fame? Now you have this great opportunity to directly
If you want to be an official in the imperial court, why should you abandon the near and seek the distant?"
"I read for fun... Uh, I mean, I read to know a few more words, that's all. I have no intention of becoming an official... Master, aren't you going to see Fatty, uh, Wu Shi?
Go quickly, go quickly, I say goodbye to you, junior!".
Fang Zheng cupped his hands indiscriminately, turned around and left. This old man seemed to be a dangerous person, so it was better to stay away from him. If he said a few words, he would drag him into the pirate ship. The old man was very eloquent, but he was a prince, so he had to leave it alone.
To engage in pyramid schemes in modern times, you must at least be a gold-diamond level online.
Looking at Fang Zheng's retreating back, the middle-aged man came up and said unwillingly: "Your Majesty, this man's words are frivolous and his actions are reckless. He should be punished!"
The old man shook his head and said: "Don't be ridiculous, how stable can you expect him to be at the age of eighteen? Did you have his knowledge when you were eighteen?" He nodded again, "Well, he is indeed a talent, so there is no need to feel pity..."
Back in the small courtyard of Fang Mansion, Xiao Lu was busy cleaning up the house. Fang Zheng saw this and stopped her quickly and said: "Xiao Lu, don't do anything. Just ask the servants to do this. You can rest while you go."
Xiao Lu said: "Young Master, this is a matter within my servitude."
"What's wrong with your duties? There are so many servants in Fang Mansion, why is it your turn to do this?"
"Master..."
"Okay, stop talking, that's it. I'll ask Butler Sun to send a maid here tomorrow. Don't do anything from now on. Fang Mansion is so big, and you can roam all over the world. If anyone dares to instruct you, you can
Slap him with a big mouth!"
"Master..."
"By the way, let me tell you, I just went to find His Royal Highness Prince Fu. He said that he would send a letter to Xingqing Mansion tomorrow and ask the garrison general to send spies to find out about your mother. How about it? Are you happy? Eh? Why are you still suffering?
With a face? What’s wrong? Are you going to cry?”
"Master... you have stepped on my slave's feet..."
"Ah?" Fang Zheng lowered his head and saw that his big foot was stepping on Xiao Lu's delicate little feet. Fang Zheng quickly took a step back and said with a smile: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Does it hurt? I
Let me rub it for you."
Xiao Lu also took a step back, her face was red, and her voice was like a mosquito: "No need..."
Fang Zheng scratched his head in embarrassment. That's right. In ancient times, a woman's feet were more important than her chastity. How could a man like him be allowed to touch them casually? The two of them fell into an awkward silence for a moment.
After a long while, Xiao Lu finally said: "Young Master,...do you know His Royal Highness Prince Fu?"
"You don't know Prince Fu?" Fang Zheng said in astonishment, and then he reacted, "Prince Fu, he is the fat man who often comes to our house to eat. He eats too much every time. You must have seen him?"
Only the three masters of the Fang Mansion know the identity of the fat man, but the servants don't know anything about him. They only know that he is a classmate in the young master's academy.
"Ah! So he is His Royal Highness Prince Fu, so isn't his sister..." Xiao Lu's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes, his sister is a princess, Princess Changping, but don't mess with her. That girl has a bad temper and kills people from the nine tribes at every turn. If she kills like this, there won't be many people left in the entire Hua Dynasty."
"So, there is hope for the news about mother?" Xiao Lu looked at Fang Zheng expectantly, as if he was a life-saving straw.
"Yes, there is hope." Fang Zheng nodded, stared into her dark and clear eyes, and said deeply: "Xiao Lu, whether there is any news about your mother or not, you must live happily, do you understand?"
Xiaolu was immersed in joy. He nodded indifferently when he heard this, turned around and tidied up the house hard.
Poor girl, Fang Zheng sighed secretly.
The next day, Fatty came to visit. This time he did not go to Fang Zheng's courtyard, but directly asked to see Mr. Fang.
When Mr. Fang saw King Fu coming to his door, he did not dare to be careless at all. He went to the gate to greet him in person. The two met and exchanged greetings. Mr. Fang's attitude was respectful and his words were polite, which made the fat man smile bitterly in his heart.
Identity, to put it bluntly, is the dividing line between classes. In the past, Mr. Fang kept calling him "nephew", and his love for the fat man was beyond words. But now that he has an extra layer of identity as a prince, Mr. Fang can no longer
Don't dare to think of yourself as an elder in front of him. Are those in high positions destined to be lonely?
——Fortunately, there was an obscure young master Fang who did not take his identity as a prince into consideration. This made Fatty somewhat comforted and happy, and at the same time he cherished his friendship with Fang Zheng even more.
Mr. Fang led the fat man to the front hall, and the two talked for a while. Later, for some reason, Mrs. Fang also came out. The three of them were together, talking solemnly.
"Hey, Xiao Wu, guess what did the fat man say to my parents? The three of them all have serious faces, like a funeral committee..." In the grass under the corridor of the front hall, Fang Zheng and Xiao Wu were standing
Sneaking around, poking around...
"Master, would you like me to go and investigate?" Xiao Wu volunteered to be a spy who infiltrated the enemy's interior.
This kid is quite clever. Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "No need. When the fat guy comes out later, I'll know everything if I ask him."
Xiaowu's face was full of admiration: "Young master is wise! Unprecedented, and will be..."
"Shut up! Silence!" Xiao Wu is indeed smart, but he still hasn't studied deeply enough the art of flattery. The flattery is too hypocritical, too disgusting, and lacks natural warmth. Young Master Fang is very unhappy.
It's useful, I will give him more guidance in this area in the future.
After a while, the three people in the front hall seemed to be talking more and more wrong. Mr. Fang closed his eyes and stroked his beard and remained silent. Mrs. Fang's face was red, and she didn't know whether she was angry or emotional. The fat man was eloquent and gushing.
What are you talking about.
"Something is wrong!" Fang Zheng came to this conclusion after careful observation.
The fat man probably failed to complete his mission this time. Master, I should get married and I have to get married. Go back quickly. When my parents ask, I pretend not to know.
"Xiao Wu, withdraw!" Fang Zheng waved his hand and disappeared. Xiao Wu Pidianpidianer followed suit and disappeared.
After waiting anxiously in the small courtyard for more than an hour, the fat man finally appeared.
"Thank God, you made it out alive. My mother didn't tear you alive?" Fang Zheng said happily after seeing the fat man.
Fang Zheng has no doubt that my mother has this explosive power. Her son's lifelong events are more important than her life. If Fatty wants to be the villain who ruins people's marriages in front of her, even if he knows that he is the King of Fortune, he probably won't be able to spare him.
"How did you say this? I was having a good conversation with my uncle and aunt, why did they tear me apart alive?" the fat man wondered.
"How is the matter going?" Fang Zheng hurriedly pulled the fat man and asked.
Before the fat man opened his mouth, Xiao Lu came in from the door and offered some tea. The fat man looked her over and said, "Is this the little green girl?"
Xiao Lu was blessed and said: "This servant is Xiao Lu, and I have met His Royal Highness Prince Fu."
The fat man said solemnly: "At such a young age, I still know how to repay kindness, travel thousands of miles to find my mother, and have a respectable filial piety. Brother Fang told me about your matter. Don't worry, we will help you."
Xiaolu bowed gratefully: "I thank you, Master, and His Royal Highness Prince Fu."
"Oh, no, no, no, get up quickly. Oh, I wonder if those generals guarding the border will feel ashamed when they see you. It's all because I, Dahua, am too weak!" The fat man sighed.
"Xiao Lu, didn't I tell you? You should not do this thing like bringing tea and pouring water from now on. Also, you don't have to call yourself a slave anymore." Fang Zheng frowned and said dissatisfied.
"Master, this is a matter of servitude." Xiaolu said calmly and then left.
"Oh, this girl is really stubborn." Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly.
"This is true temperament. Brother Fang, don't worry about it. This woman's determination is stronger than that of a man."
"Hey, by the way, what did you just say to my parents? How did things go?"
The fat man smiled proudly and proudly held out three fingers.
Fang Zheng stared and exclaimed in surprise: "Marrying from three families? Damn it! You might as well not come."
The fat man sweated profusely and said hurriedly: "That's wrong, it's three months. I'll give you another three months, so you can be free and at ease. Once the three months are over, you will have to be tied up in the auditorium."