Fang Zheng was kicked out of the imperial study room by the emperor in despair. I don't know why, but every conversation between the emperor and Fang Zheng always ended unpleasantly.
On the way back home, Fang Zheng was thinking about it. The emperor said that managing brothels had a deep meaning, but Fang Zheng couldn't figure out what the so-called deep meaning was. The emperor wanted to touch the interest groups behind the brothels and take this opportunity to suppress them.
The party dispute between the DPRK and China has become increasingly fierce for ministers? Or do you want to draw this fire to Pan Shangshu? As we all know, this matter started because of Liu Shilang, but Liu Shilang was promoted by Pan Shangshu, and he can be said to be a confidant in Pan's clique.
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Sitting in the slowly moving carriage, Fang Zheng scratched his head in annoyance. He knew how to be clever, but when he encountered this kind of high-level political game, he was dumbfounded. It was not his strong point.
When he opened the curtain, the killer brother was riding a horse closely guarding the carriage. The assassination incident has always been a mystery. No one knows whether there will be another time. Therefore, the killer brother's business has been very good recently, but Young Master Fang has been greatly disappointed.
Lost money.
Through the small window, Fang Zheng asked: "Brother Killer, if I want to ask you to check the brothel, what do you think my purpose is?"
The killer brother glanced at him coldly and said coolly: "...Search a family for two hundred taels, pay the money first before taking action."
Fang Zheng was suffocated, dumbfounded: "I'm just asking you, why do you think I sent you to check the brothel?"
The killer brother shook his head: "I only collect cash and do things without asking the reason."
Fang Zheng said patiently: "I don't want you to ask why, I just want you to think about why I want you to do this."
The killer brother glanced at Fang Zheng, as if looking at an idiot: "You want me to do what you want, and you don't know the reason?"
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I simply can’t communicate with this ancient person!
Fang Zheng sighed and lowered the car curtain heavily. He was so confused that he didn't ask the right person at all. Can you expect a killer who only thinks about money to give you advice?
After returning to the house and having lunch in the small courtyard, Fang Zheng held Xiao Lu in his arms.
Recently, Fang Zheng has often been rude to Little Lu Mao. After suffering several conditioned reflex beatings from Xiao Lu, the indomitable young master Fang finally changed Xiao Lu's conditioned reflex. Now Xiao Lu can do
After being eaten unprepared, he stopped hurting others. This made Mr. Fangda, who was covered in bruises, very happy. What is training? This is training!
"Xiao Lu, tell me, young master, what did you do today?" Fang Zheng held Xiao Lu in his arms and stroked her slender waist up and down.
Xiaolu's pretty face flushed with embarrassment, and she whispered: "...Master, it's broad daylight, you...can't you be more serious?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Actually, you don't know that some things have a different flavor when done during the day..."
As Fang Zheng said this, he slowly moved his hand up and gently held a soft ball through his clothes.
Xiao Lu became even more embarrassed, and her body twisted uneasily: "Master... don't, don't move..."
"Wow! Xiaolu, you are so secretive. You are actually bigger than Yanran, well... bigger than Changping..."
"Crack!"
"oops!"
Fang Zheng bared his teeth and rubbed his bruised wrist as he walked out of the room, followed by an apologetic Xiao Lu.
"Master... I'm sorry, Xiaolu... I'm not used to it..."
Fang Zheng smiled: "It's nothing. I don't blame you. Facts have proved that you are a good girl."
As he spoke, he muttered in a low voice: "...it also proves that this young master's milk-grabbing dragon claw hand is indeed perfect, and his reputation is well-deserved..."
As if he remembered something, Fang Zheng suddenly turned around and said: "Xiaolu, I have asked the Turkic Imperial Master to inquire about the whereabouts of your mother a few days ago. Although I don't know if there will be any results, I have a little more hope.
It’s always good.”
Looking at Xiao Lu's grateful eyes full of tears, Fang Zheng quickly waved his hand: "Don't thank me, don't be grateful. If you really want to repay me, just give me your life. I will keep (men) for you tonight, and you can get under my bed..."
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In July of the twelfth year of Jianwu, the people in the capital had just calmed down from the joy of the successful Turkic negotiations. A vigorous operation to control the brothels in the capital became the talk of the troublemakers.
It was just getting dark and it was time to turn on the lanterns. Some people were eating, while some wealthy young men or princes were already shaking their folding fans. Dressed in a suave and elegant style, Shi Shiran went to the brothel, either getting drunk or having sex with a prostitute.
, "Let me nestle in the red and green, have romantic affairs, and have a smooth life. Youth lasts for a while. I tolerate the false reputation and replace it with a shallow drink and sing in a low voice."
In front of the main (men) of Fang Mansion.
The spacious small square in front of the (men) seemed a bit crowded today. A thousand Longwu Army soldiers lined up neatly and stood quietly without saying a word. Feng Qiudao was wearing armor and had his hands three feet on his waist.
Qingfeng looked at the men of Fang Mansion with a cold expression.
Butler Sun cautiously poked his head out from the (men) room, carefully looked at the thousand murderous soldiers in front of the (men) house, then quickly retracted his head, and kept sighing: "Young master, why are you still here?"
Not coming?...This is too ridiculous!"
The sound of running came from far away in the house. Butler Sun was delighted when he heard the sound and hurried forward to greet him. He said with a sad face: "Master... what are you doing today? There are so many sergeants standing in our house (men)
) mouth, those who didn’t know better thought they were here to ransack the house..."
The person who came was none other than Young Master Fang. He was usually quite handsome, but today his clothes were disheveled, and even his hair looked a little messy, as if he had rolled somewhere.
Not having time to pay attention to Steward Sun's rambling words, Fang Zheng hurriedly ran to Feng Qiudao and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm sorry, Brother Feng, I was a little late for dinner, I kept you waiting for a long time, I'm sorry.
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Fang Zheng was in a good mood today. He drank a few sips of wine during dinner and became a little tipsy. As a result, he fell down somewhere when he came out of the courtyard, making himself a little embarrassed.
Feng Qiudao smiled: "It doesn't matter."
As he spoke, he pointed to the thousand soldiers standing there and said, "The emperor has ordered Feng to lead troops to assist you. Are these enough? If not, I will send more to the city."
When Fang Zheng saw these densely packed soldiers, he beamed with joy: "That's enough, that's enough. It's just a few thugs and a few prostitutes. There's no need for such a big battle. Thank you Brother Feng."
Feng Qiudao stepped aside and whispered to the other party: "Then just say a few words to them."
Fang Zheng was stunned, "What did you say?"
"What to do, what orders to follow, how will they know how to do it if you don't tell them?"
Fang Zheng suddenly realized, to put it bluntly, do a pre-war mobilization. This is my buddy’s strength.
After adjusting his clothes, Fang Zheng coughed twice, put one hand on his waist, waved the other hand in the air like a great man, and said loudly: "Comrades!..."
No such name? Fang Zheng coughed awkwardly and quickly changed his words: "...Brothers! The enemy has appeared! They are hiding in a dark corner of the capital, watching our brave and just people coldly.
The people's army, they are a group of moths, corroding our spirit, draining our aspirations, squeezing our money, and ruining our (jie) (mei)... What do you think we should do in the face of such moths?
manage?"
Fang Zheng stretched his hands to his ears, as if he was listening. According to convention, at this time, the soldiers should be so angry that they should shout loudly and confidently, such as "Kill!" "Hit!" "Destroy them!"
If you are kind of spirited.
It seems that routine things rarely happen to Fang Zheng.
A thousand soldiers looked at each other, at a loss. They all stared dumbly at Mr. Fang, who was standing at the front with his hands open and his ears open. Including Feng Qiudao next to Fang Zheng, who also looked confused and confused, staring blankly.
Wearing a square zheng.
Some soldiers who were braver saw Feng Qiudao being stunned, so they began to whisper among themselves below.
"What did Mr. Fang just say?"
"I don't understand. It's very profound. What's the point of talking about moths?"
"Could it be that your Majesty ordered us to catch bugs? Where... can we catch them?"
"Yes, this is too difficult for us..."
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Fang Zheng, who kept his attitude of listening intently, did not get the shocking and high-pitched answer he had imagined. He finally put down his hand in disappointment and glanced at Feng Qiudao, who was stunned. Fang Zheng felt a little embarrassed.
Gradually, Fang Zheng became a little angry. These soldiers were so uneducated. Are my words so difficult to understand?
After coughing, Fang Zheng said loudly: "Shut up, everyone!"
The soldiers immediately stood in silence, and the noise stopped.
Fang Zheng put on a fierce look and said loudly: "Listen to me, today we are going to arrest people, and maybe even beat them, you bastards, show your skills to me! I want you to arrest them
Arrest whoever you ask, beat whoever you tell me to, and whoever dares to let go, I will crush his egg yolk! Do you bastards hear this?"
The blood of a thousand soldiers was boiling, and the crowd was excited. They shouted in unison: "I heard it! Crush his egg yolk!"
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The soldiers below began to whisper to each other again.
"This is how we can understand."
"That's right, Mr. Fang turns out to be a rough guy just like us."
"Shh, keep your voice down..."
Fang Zheng held his forehead in despair, sighed loudly, waved his hand lazily, and said feebly: "Let's go."
The night is getting deeper, but the capital is still bustling and noisy, especially those in the brothel entrance, where students are welcomed and sent off, with beautiful figures and laughter, showing a kind of illusory luxury and beauty.
Liuxiang Pavilion, a not too big brothel in the capital, stood at the entrance to greet guests and yawned boredly, then he frowned deeply.
It was a bit strange today. For some reason, none of the officials from the DPRK and Central Government who usually came here to listen to music and have sex with prostitutes were seen. Occasionally, a few official sedans passed by (men), but they were kept far away.
It's like you're afraid of getting into trouble, what's going on?
There was a neat and rhythmic running sound. Turtle Gong raised his eyes and saw a large group of soldiers holding spears and running in a neat line towards Liuxiang Pavilion. In the blink of an eye, they reached the entrance of Liuxiang Pavilion.
(men) mouth.
The soldiers stopped without saying a word, and then dispersed. Soon, Liuxiang Pavilion was surrounded by soldiers.
At this time, a carriage slowly appeared in Turtle Gong's sight. Then the carriage stopped at the entrance of Liuxiang Pavilion (men), and a man walked out. This man was young, wearing a fifth-grade official uniform, and had a dignified appearance.
, but there was a somewhat malicious smile at the corner of his mouth.
Mr. Gui secretly laughed, wondering which minister in the court was here, who was prostituted and brought a sergeant with him, the show was really grand.
Mr. Turtle habitually put on a smile on his face and was about to go forward to greet him. Unexpectedly, a soldier held a big flag and stood up without saying a word, slamming the flagpole to the ground.
Turtle Gong looked at it and saw that the flag was as big as a banner, about ten feet long and two feet wide, with a white background trimmed with gold. On the flag, Long Fei wrote four big words in running script: "We are ordered to combat pornography."