Fang Zheng went back to his house happily with the sick leave note in his pocket. Lying on the bed, his mind began to think, how can he find a way to hand over this sick leave note tomorrow? Since he is a patient, he should act like a patient, like now.
The spirit of the dragon horse is definitely inappropriate. How about he act like he is dying, and then ask two guards to carry me to the Golden Palace? But... isn't this kind of acting too formal?
Or to put it another way, tomorrow I will give an impassioned patriotic speech in front of the emperor and ministers at the Jinluan Palace. Then, while he is talking, my young master suddenly spurts out a mouthful of hot blood, shakes his body a few more times, and clenches his fists.
As if fighting against the disease, I closed my eyes at the end and fell heroically on the Jinluan Palace, the hot land where I had fought. Before being carried away, I took out the sick leave note and handed it to the emperor, asking him to sign...
After thinking about several options, Fang Zheng was not satisfied. After thinking about it, Fang Zheng fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, it was almost time to turn on the lamp. Fang Zheng found that he was covered with a thin quilt. He looked around and saw food on the Eight Immortals table. Under the oil lamp next to the table, a petite and slender figure was napping with his little head propped up on his right hand.
Sleepy.
Fang Zheng quietly lifted the quilt and walked over, looking lovingly at the sleeping Xiao Lu. This girl felt so miserable. Not only did she take care of him, a lazy young man, day and night, she was also always worried about her mother's safety.
How did she survive at such a young age? The spies in the Xingqing Mansion Army still had no news. Although Xiaolu didn't ask questions, Fang Zheng knew that she was anxious.
Stretching out his hands, Fang Zheng gently picked up the sleeping Xiao Lu and walked to the bed.
Xiaolu was sleeping very lightly. She noticed some movement and woke up immediately. She was startled when she felt the masculine scent of the person holding her. How could a woman in ancient times be hugged by anyone? Xiaolu didn't even open her eyes.
He swung his legs and broke free from Fang Zheng's arms. He stood on the ground, and then used the graceful "Dragon Tail Swing" to kick Fang Zheng hard in the stomach...
It sounds slow, but in fact, all these things happened in the blink of an eye. One second, Fang Zheng was holding the beautiful lady with warm fragrant jade in his hand. The next second, he felt a lightness in his hand, and then he saw the surrounding scenery quickly moving backwards.
, the whole person was like a sugar cane that was broken at the waist, forming an acute angle. It didn't stop until the back hit the wall hard, and then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, just like Sun Wukong in the iron fan.
The princess's belly was like a swing. When she got excited, she tied her intestines into a beautiful bow...
"Ah——" Fang Zheng screamed, bending over and covering his stomach, his face was pale and he was sweating.
"Ah——" Xiao Lu also screamed and rushed forward to support Fang Zheng: "Master, why is it you?"
Fang Zheng was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Only one thought flashed through his mind: "That sick leave note... was issued in the wrong way..."
Xiao Lu was so anxious that tears came out. She kept rubbing Fang Zheng's belly and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master, Xiao Lu didn't know it was you..."
Fang Zheng forced an ugly smile and gritted his teeth to comfort her: "It's okay... Xiao Lu, the young master is a strong man, this little strength is nothing..."
Countless times at home and abroad, where can I find a young master as unlucky as me?
Xiao Lu explained uneasily: "Master, Xiao Lu fell asleep and thought... that someone wanted to... be frivolous with me, so..."
Bloody lesson! In the future, if you want to hug a woman, never hug a woman with martial arts skills. Even if you want to hug a woman with martial arts skills, never hug her while she is asleep. This behavior is no smarter than touching a tiger's butt.
go.
After resting for a while, he finally felt better. Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, the young master just saw you asleep and was worried that you would catch a cold, so he wanted to put you on the bed to sleep. Young Master, my motives are very pure..."
Xiao Lu blushed with embarrassment, lowered her head and whispered softly: "Xiao Lu understands, Master, next time Xiao Lu won't... kick you again."
Fang Zheng's stomach no longer hurt after being rubbed by Xiao Lu for a while. I wonder if Xiao Lu used internal energy to help him heal his injuries. Now that the pain is gone, Master Fang's smooth-tongued virtue began to rear its ugly head again: "Wait a minute.
What about next time? Just this time, come and let the young master give you a good hug... You are not allowed to move your hands, and you are not allowed to move your feet."
After saying that, he opened his hand and waited for the little green* with a smile.
Xiaolu's pretty face flushed red, she glanced at Fang Zheng lovingly, then twisted her body shyly, and left...
Fang Zheng's smile froze on his face, and seeing Xiao Lu's figure disappearing outside the door, he had no choice but to put down his hands in disappointment.
This girl has a knot in her heart. Before she finds her mother, she will probably not talk about men and women.
After dinner, Fang Zheng ordered his people to move the Eight Immortals table and chairs to the middle of the courtyard. He placed several plates of fruits and snacks on the table, then placed a pot of wine and raised a glass to the moon. It was a happy hour.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there are no air conditioners or fans in this day and age. I can only feel a bit of coolness by the patio in the courtyard.
Fang Zheng took a sip of wine, put down the glass, and sighed.
I always feel that I am getting busier and busier, but I am so busy that I don’t know what I am busy with. Just like a popular saying in my previous life: "If you are not busy well, you are busy in vain."
Isn't he just busy? What is the purpose of suffering and suffering? To serve the country and the people? Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, his head is too small to wear such a big hat. To seal his wife and shadow? He is now
Earl, in the future, he will give birth to a son. No matter where he goes when he grows up, his name as Earl will never make him lose face. For the sake of a huge family fortune? It seems that he already has this.
Is this enough? When a man is born in this world, he already has fame and fortune, what else does he want? Power and status are all fleeting and disappear without a trace. Only timely enjoyment is the most important thing.
Just think of it as fulfilling your promise to the fat man, being an official for two more years, making some contribution to the fat man, the emperor, and your parents, and then you will retire and take your wives with you.
Go on a trip.
——Speaking of wives, alas, the number is too small. Master, I haven’t done enough. I’m going to drink a glass of wine as a penalty.
After another drink, Young Master Fang shook his head and was about to recite a few erotic poems to seduce the lolita Xiaolu who was waiting beside him. Suddenly he heard a burst of hearty laughter: "Drinking alone under the moon, red sleeves"
As a wine waiter, Brother Fang is indeed an elegant person, haha."
Taking a closer look, he turned out to be a fat man.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Why are you here so late? Is it because your wife doesn't allow you to go to bed, so you plan to come to my place for a night?"
The fat man laughed when he heard this and said, "The beauty is here, Brother Fang, please don't be rude."
When Xiao Lu on the side saw the fat man, he had already bowed down. The fat man quickly stretched out his hand to help him.
"Fat man, are you coming in so late?"
The fat man sat down and unceremoniously stuffed the snacks on the table into his mouth. While eating, he said: "I saw you drinking alone, and I was worried that you would be lonely, so I came to accompany you and brought you a guest."
Fang Zheng asked in confusion: "Who is it? She is so mysterious, could it be your sister?"
The fat man smiled and said, "If my sister comes, will your place be so quiet?"
As he spoke, the fat man shouted towards the shadow outside the courtyard: "Come out, great hero."
From the shadows outside the courtyard, a tall and burly figure flashed out. When he got closer, he saw that the man was wearing armor and a steel helmet. The armor was mottled everywhere, whether it was rust or blood.
The sky was too dark, Fang Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, and after looking hard for a long time, he still couldn't see the person's face clearly. However, it seemed that there was no one else wearing armor that he knew except Feng Qiudao.
Fang Zheng shouted uncertainly: "Brother Feng?"
After hearing this, the man strode towards Fang Zheng. Under the weak light of the lantern, Fang Zheng finally saw the man's appearance clearly.
"As expected, it's Brother Feng! Haha!" Fang Zheng was so happy that he rushed forward. Regardless of Feng Qiudao's hand and fist, he grabbed his right hand, held it hard, and kept shaking it: "Brother Feng!...
…Did you bring me some specialties?”
Feng Qiudao and Fatty were all smiling, but their smiles suddenly froze when they heard this. - This guy is already an official and noble man, why is he still so out of tune?
When Fang Zheng saw the expressions of the two of them, he couldn't help but shook his head regretfully. The ancient people seemed to lack a sense of humor.
I haven't seen Feng Qiudao for a few months. He has lost weight. He was originally a young and handsome young general, but now he looks much older and darker, as if he is ten years older. It's just that his eyes are sharper than before.
, the light in his eyes was like an unsheathed sword, making people afraid to look directly.
Fang Zheng looked at him and said in a solemn tone: "Brother Feng, you have lost weight and are much darker than before. - Next time you go on an expedition, remember to take good care of your skin. Recently, Ruyuzhai has released a new sunscreen product, which is good for you.
Men are very useful, I will give you a few boxes some other day..."
"…………"
Fatty and Feng Qiudao looked at each other, smiling bitterly in their hearts. When will this guy become more serious?
"Lord Fang..." Seeing Fang Zheng staring at him, Feng Qiudao changed his words and said: "Fang... Brother, Feng just led his army back to the capital this evening. The brothers who have just settled down have returned, but His Highness Prince Fu must
Drag me to your place, haha, it's really annoying to be so late."
"Brother Feng came to my house as soon as he returned to the capital. This is because he thinks highly of me. How can he say that he is bothering me?"
Feng Qiudao smiled and said: "Feng has been away from Beijing for a long time. When he came back, he heard from His Highness King Fu that Brother Fang had joined the court as an official. Haha, it is really gratifying and congratulatory."
Fang Zheng said: "No, no, I owe it to Brother Feng. If you lose your chain on the grassland, my life in the capital will not be safe. After all, this is all the credit of Brother Feng."
The fat man curled his lips and said, "You two should stop complimenting each other. Isn't that disgusting? Brother Fang, the guests are here, why don't you bring some wine? We have to clean up General Feng's dust."
Only then did Fang Zheng realize his neglect, and hurriedly ordered someone to move a few jars of the fine wine his father had hidden in the cellar, and ordered the kitchen to cook a few side dishes, so the three of them drank in the courtyard.
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I just finished coding, so I went to eat and continued coding in the afternoon.