Half a day passed quickly. Mr. Fang looked up at the sky and invited the guests to the restaurant for dinner. Everyone was about to take a step when they suddenly heard a burst of rapid horse hooves coming from the north end of the street. Everyone turned to look.
Seeing a man and a horse galloping on the street, from far to near, the knight on the horse was covered in dust, carrying a long box wrapped in cloth, and a red feather was inserted diagonally outside the box. Everyone saw the knight
The red feathers behind them were shocked. As we all know, this red feather represents a 100,000-year-old military newspaper in the Chinese dynasty. At this time, it was because the Turkic army had already gone south?
The knight had obviously run a long way to ride the horse. The man was almost exhausted, and the horse's mouth kept foaming out. But when he entered the capital, his horse speed was still not reduced at all. He ran and shouted loudly in a hoarse voice.
He shouted: "Urgent military report! The Turks have withdrew their troops! The Turks have withdrew their troops!" The knight shouted all the way, and Juechen rushed towards the Forbidden Palace.
When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed and cheered loudly. The people who were slightly calmer all praised their foreheads and sighed that God would bless them. Wherever the knight passed, some shops and residents actually set off firecrackers to celebrate.
The fat man rushed forward and patted Fang Zheng's shoulder excitedly, making Fang Zheng stagger, "Brother Fang, it's successful! The plan you proposed was successful! Haha, you have set a forum for my Huachao.
What a great merit!”
Princess Changping also ran over and pinched and beat Fang Zheng's arm excitedly, so happy that she wanted to beat Fang Zheng to death.
Fang Zheng was so upset that he was grinning by the two brothers and sisters, and shouted: "Stop! Stop! If you hit again, you will die!"
The fat man and Changping stopped, but their eyes were hot and admiring, staring at Fang Zheng, making Fang Zheng's scalp cumbersome...
"Just just said that the Turks had withdrew their troops. How do you know that my plan must have worked? Maybe the Turkic Khan himself didn't want to fight, so he withdrew his troops."
The fat man glared at him and said, "If you were a Turkic Khan, leading a 200,000 army, and you are invincible in the world. Will you withdraw your troops at this time?"
Fang Zheng replied honestly: "No, at least you have to hit the north of the Yangtze River to achieve the goal."
"Isn't that all," the fat man gave Fang Zheng a blank look, "Now the Turkic army has an absolute advantage. If there were no changes in the rear of the grassland, how could the Turkic Khan retreat for no reason? From this we can conclude that it is definitely
That Feng Qiudao succeeded on the grassland."
Fang Zheng thought about it, but he still refused to give in and said, "Maybe the Turkic Khan is a fool..."
The fat man was too lazy to pay attention to him when he heard this. Mr. Fang, who was standing beside him, heard it in a daze, came over and asked in confusion: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are the strategies you offer, the unparalleled merits and so on..."
Changping took Mr. Fang aside obediently when he heard this, and told Mr. Fang aloud about the cause and effect.
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"What?! You offered the strategy to retreat to the Turkic army to the court?" Mr. Fang was shocked after hearing this, and stared at Fang Zheng in a daze, motionless.
Changping smiled proudly from the side, as if the credit was thought out by her...
"Dad, the child is just talking nonsense, but he didn't expect the fat man... Uh, Your Highness Fu took it seriously, haha, haha..." Fang Zheng smiled dryly.
Mr. Fang shook his head vigorously, as if he thought that what he had just heard was hallucinations. He wanted to scold him a few words, but he didn't know where to start.
He knew that the prodigal son was reborn, but Mr. Fang didn't expect that the reborn was too thorough. If he no longer had a prodigal son, he would not say that he was involved in military and national affairs. The most incredible thing was that he actually made him do this.
God's credit, Mr. Fang is old and cannot accept this fact for the time being. He stroked his chest and found a place to sit down, gasping for breath.
Fang Zheng and the other two were frightened when they saw this. What would the old man be scared? The three of them quickly stepped forward and helped to strode their chests and backs to calm down. After a while, Mr. Fang calmed down.
Turning a deaf ear to the cheers and noises of the joys and noises of the outside world, Mr. Fang stared at Fang Zheng hard without saying a word.
Under the gaze of Mr. Fang, Fang Zheng lowered his head with some guilt. Then he thought, "What am I guilty?" He didn't steal or rob, and did nothing wrong. Why am I guilty?" So Fang Zheng raised his head high.
, stared at Mr. Fang with calm eyes.
Seeing that the atmosphere between the father and son was silent, they did not dare to speak. The brother and sister looked at each other, and Changping stuck out his tongue in a pretty way and made a face at the fat man...
After about a cup of tea, Mr. Fang finally spoke slowly: "Zheng'er, your future achievements will surely be far more than your father, very good." After that, Mr. Fang smiled, and the sentence "very good" seemed to include the old man's attitude.
The endless praise of the child, Mr. Fang's expression, seemed to be a bit lonely in his gratitude, as if he was very happy for his son's success, and seemed to mourn the era that was gradually passing by, which belonged to him. A generation of new people replaced the old people,
It contains many old people's sighs.
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The next day, Fang Zheng lay in the small courtyard room, humming a Jiangnan tune in his mouth. Xiao Lu peeled off the oranges piece by piece and fed them to Fang Zheng's mouth. - Since Xiao Lu knew that Fang Zheng was for her
After rushing to ask for advice, my heart was very moved, and Fang Zheng became better and better. Although he still looked cold, he knew much more interesting than before. For example, feeding Fang Zheng with oranges like this now, he would be beaten to death if he changed to the past.
She wouldn't do it either, but now she is extremely natural when doing these things.
Ruyuzhai opened its business and its income on that day exceeded 5,000 taels of silver. Fang Zheng was overjoyed when he found out and secretly praised himself for his unique vision and extremely intelligentness. A smart person like Master Fang will naturally not be able to settle down.
Keeping in the store.
So he became the boss and threw a big business in Ruyuzhai to Fengjie. However, Master Fang leisurely went home and continued to be his eldest master. Mingdao Academy sent someone to deliver the letter because of the Turkic
The army has retreated, and the academy resumes classes in three days.
In other words, Young Master Fang has not had many days to spend leisurely.
What to find? The boring Young Master Fang was very depressed. There were no cinemas, no karaokes, and no alcohol these days. The entertainment life of ancient people was extremely monotonous and boring, and it was nothing more than gambling, fighting crickets, playing with birds, etc.
.These things will be boring after playing for a long time.
"Little Green, can you sing?"
"Young master, I can't sing."
"How can you not sing? Come on, brother teach you how to sing, well, sing happily..."
"Your Majesty, please sing, I will listen to it."
"Okay, I'll sing it first, sing it a few more times. When you remember it, sing it to me. Listen... Get up, the slaves who are hungry and cold, get up, the suffering people all over the world..."
Halfway through singing, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone. Butler Sun ran in with a sweat on his head and looked anxious.
Fang Zheng frowned, what's wrong with this old man? He used to be quite gentle, why are he so rude now?
Butler Sun was panting like a cow and didn't even bother to sweat. He said angrily: "Young Master, hurry up... hurry! At the door,... the imperial edict..."
Fang Zheng said dissatisfiedly: "Butler Sun, what's wrong with you today? Even if you don't say anything, sit down first, drink a sip of water, and keep breathing smoothly. Then you'll talk about it after you've finished speaking."
Butler Sun waved his hand, held his waist and took a few deep breaths, and shouted anxiously: "Young master, go to the gate quickly. Someone from the palace is coming. I'm asking you to go to the gate to receive the imperial edict. The master and his wife have already set up incense tables at the door and waited.
You, hurry up! This matter is not a joke if it is delayed..."
Fang Zheng was stunned when he heard this. The imperial edict? I am not familiar with the emperor. Why did he issue an order to me if he has nothing to do?
When Butler Sun saw Fang Zheng still being stunned, he stamped his feet in a hurry: "Oh, young master, don't be stunned, go and receive the order!"
Fang Zheng came to his senses and quickly bounced off the bed, leaving without changing his clothes.
Butler Sun followed behind, muttering: "Our Fang family has never issued an order to our family for so many years, and I don't know what order it is..."
Fang Zheng ran all the way and came to the gate of Fang Mansion to take a look. Hey, look at this show! The sergeant in the brigade stood quietly in two rows, brightly dressed and brightly armored, with a solemn face. The leader was a eunuch with eyes.
Standing half-closed in front of the incense table, the smoke was shrouded in the distance, it looked like the Sanqing Taoist Lord who was worshipped in the temple.
The eunuch was dressed in crimson eunuch costume, holding a whisk in his left hand and holding a bunch of yellow silk with his right hand. It must be the legendary imperial edict.
Mr. Fang and his wife were standing in front of the eunuch with respectful hands lowered their heads, not daring to show off their anger. Behind Mr. Fang, there were servants from the Fang Mansion, quietly kneeling behind him, and the whole scene was solemn and solemn.
Fang Zheng walked forward, quietly pulled his father's sleeve, lowered his voice and asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Who are you giving the imperial edict?"
Mr. Fang glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!"
The eunuch, who was half-closing his eyes, seemed to be dozing off, heard the sound, opened his eyes, and saw Fang Zheng, and turned his head to look at Mr. Fang for inquiries.
Mr. Fang bowed and said, "This father-in-law, he is the son of Caomin, Fang Zheng."
When the eunuch heard this, his eyes lit up, his smile flashed, he coughed and said solemnly: "Fang Zheng, kneel down and listen to the imperial edict."
Fang Zheng looked around and saw that everyone was kneeling, and even Mr. Fang and his wife knelt down. He reluctantly lifted the hem of his long gown and knelt on the ground.
Then the eunuch carefully spread the imperial edict in his hand, cleared his throat, and said loudly in a particularly awkward and sharp voice: "The imperial edict said: Fang Zheng, Jinling, is not as young as the age of 2008, but he is a man of extraordinary talent. He was accused of the Turkic crime.
In the border, when the Great China was in crisis, we offered a strategy to retreat to the barbarians, turned the tide, saved the lives of all people, and helped the generals of Huaxia to lose. I highly praised it, so I gave Fang Zheng the title of Jinshi, and was granted the title of Zhongyong Bo, with a fief of 500 households.
He was appointed as the regular attendant of the right Sanqi, and also allowed the forbidden palace to walk, and promoted my heavenly nature. His father Fang Cunyi and taught his son well. He made great achievements and gave him a thousand taels of gold and two hundred pieces of silk and silk. He told the world that he had heard of it.
So what, the first volume ends tomorrow, and the second volume begins the day after tomorrow (this sentence is nonsense). The main content of the second volume is the officialdom. With the participation of Master Fang, you can imagine how messy it is.
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