Pan Shangshu was busy plotting rebellion, while Fang Zheng was busy getting married, so the two sides did not interfere with each other.
After returning from the west of the city, Fang Zheng told his parents about the news of their marriage. Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang were so happy that tears filled their eyes. They remembered that the Minister of Rites would come to visit him in a few days to discuss the marriage with the two elders of the Fang family. This matter could not be done.
careless.
So Master Fang ordered all the servants in the mansion to stop what they were doing and put all their energy into welcoming the emperor's messenger.
The Minister of Rites came to propose marriage. At best, this was a favor from the court to the Fang family. At worst, the head official of the Ministry of Rites acted as a matchmaker between the royal family and the Fang family. For the Fang family, a merchant family, it was also
It is a great honor. Although the official decree of the emperor granting marriage to the Fang family has not yet come down, it is 100% certain. The emperor grants marriage, what a glorious thing. In ancient times, when class concepts were deeply rooted, the royal family
This was unprecedented in the history of the Chinese dynasty.
So the servants of Fang Mansion happily worked all night. The entire Fang Mansion was thoroughly cleaned, and then they were dressed in red and green. According to folk customs, peanuts, red dates, eggs and other things were prepared in advance. Master Fang even ordered people to
Two temporary stages were built in the open space in the east courtyard, and the most famous opera troupes and storytellers in the capital were invited to stay temporarily in the Fang Mansion. They were provided with good food and drink, and they had to wait until the Minister of Rites arrived to make their debut.
Have a good time.
The servants were sweating profusely working for the young master, but Fang Zheng was as leisurely as if he had nothing to do. He wanted to find his future wife, Chang Ping, to have sex with him, but he went to the fat man's palace but was informed that Chang Ping was taken in.
They went to the palace and were banned. The emperor ordered that Changping was not allowed to run around again before getting married, so as not to lose the royal face.
So with a feeling of loss, after getting drunk with the fat man, Fang Zheng returned to his house. When he woke up, he hurriedly comforted Xiao Lu.
Xiao Lu seemed worried, and her eyes when she looked at Fang Zheng were full of resentment. Fang Zheng felt that he was not a human being, so he had to keep telling her some jokes from his past life to make her happy. She just smiled reluctantly, unable to tell.
How happy.
"Master, after you get married, will Her Royal Highness the Princess drive Xiao Lu out of this courtyard?" Xiao Lu said quietly.
"She dares!" Fang Zheng stared: "If she dares to treat you badly, Master, I will divorce her! You can't cure her if you don't believe me!"
Xiao Lu looked around nervously, and put her delicate hand on Fang Zheng's mouth: "Master, please stop talking nonsense, you will be in trouble if this word spreads!"
Fang Zheng sniffed his nose with a playful smile, took Xiao Lu's hand, put it in front of his nose and smelled it: "Xiao Lu, you smell so good. Come on, Master, let me help you check and see where else you smell...
…”
Xiaolu's pretty face turned red and she wanted to pull her hand away, but Fang Zheng held it tightly and couldn't take it back.
"Master, after you get married, will you only like Her Royal Highness the Princess and forget about Sister Yanran... and me?" Xiao Lu is not old, and the young master she likes is getting married. She is only worried that the young master will not like her in the future.
Fang Zheng pinched Xiao Lu's nose and said lovingly: "Don't worry, the young master is not a heartless person. After we get married, we will still live here, just like before, it's just that there is one more person living in. Well, after we get married, we have to live here."
Bring Yanran in, and everyone will live in harmony and happiness, just like the ending in the fairy tale..."
Xiao Lu nodded happily: "Yes, yes, just like the story told by the young master, the prince and the princess lived happily together in the end. Everyone ate together, played together, and..."
"Sleep together?" Fang Zheng winked at Xiao Lu.
"Ah?" Xiaolu's pretty face turned red again. She raised her head and gave Fang Zheng a quick look. She lowered her head and whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito's: "... Once you have passed the door, you will regard your husband as your heaven.
No matter what the husband says, how can the wives and concubines dare to object..."...
Huh? It seems that there is a lot of hope for sleeping with the wives! In the future, we will bring Yanran in, and then quickly pick up Sister Feng. This young master and his four wives will sleep in the same bed every day, and they will act like crazy.
Wow, how beautiful those days must be...
Fang Zheng stared at it for a long time and smiled mischievously.
"Xiao Lu, if the young master works harder to find you more sisters..." Fang Zheng asked excitedly.
"Bang!" Another fine porcelain cup lid turned into powder under Xiao Lu's delicate hands.
"Ahem...pretend I didn't say..."
It's autumn, and people are gradually feeling the coolness. The heat of summer has been swept away, and even the sunshine pouring down from the top of the head is no longer as vicious as before, and has turned into a pleasant golden color.
Fang Zheng has an imperial mandate and cannot wait at home every day for the Minister of Rites to come to his door, so Fang Zheng is now inspecting the construction site. Wen Sen bought a large piece of land outside the city and built it into a shadow according to Fang Zheng's instructions.
The land of the secret training base has now been leveled, and the masons are laying the foundation and building houses.
"Sir Fang, according to your instructions, I divided it into several large areas, including the training ground, housing, canteen, office area, etc. I wonder if I am satisfied with this arrangement?" Wen Sen said with a flattering smile.
, accompanied by several of Shadow’s old subordinates.
Fang Zheng looked around and said with a smile: "Yes, Old Wen, you are very capable of doing things. No wonder the emperor recommended you to me. It seems that you are indeed a talent."
When Wen Sen heard this, every pore in his body felt as if he had drunk alcohol. He quickly bent down and said with a smile, "This is the result of the emperor's great kindness and your lord's frequent suggestions. I dare not take credit for it."
"Don't be humble. The credit you deserve will not go away, and the credit you don't deserve will go away. Ahem, as long as you are loyal to me, I will still snatch it away and give it to you..." Taking credit is not a matter of course.
Don't feel shameless.
"…………"
"By the way, didn't I ask you to keep an eye on Xiao Huaiyuan last time? How about it? Did you find out anything about it?" Fang Zheng suddenly remembered this matter. Without finding out Xiao Huaiyuan's identity, Fang Zheng always felt stuck in his heart.
Gotta panic.
As soon as Fang Zheng asked about this, Wen Sen's face fell, with shame and self-blame on his face: "My lord, please forgive me, but I deserve to die! I have failed to live up to your expectations..."
Fang Zheng was a little strange, what was Xiao Huaiyuan's background? Even the capable members of the shadow could not find out his details, and this person became even more extraordinary.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't find out, I will check slowly. I don't blame you..." Fang Zheng patted Wen Sen on the shoulder and comforted him gently. Even though he was an amateur, Fang Zheng also knew that it is not that easy to investigate a person's background.
.However, what makes Fang Zheng regretful is that the last time Xiao Huaiyuan jumped into the river, the boy was not drowned. It was really sad...
Wen Sen lowered his head, as if trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl in: "Sir, this subordinate really deserves to die. Not only did the brothers fail to find out the clues, but he got rid of them after being followed several times... I am so ashamed!"
Fang Zheng opened his eyes in surprise: "Have you lost everyone? Oh my god!"
This thing is so weird. Who are the people in the shadow agency? They are all experts in tracking and investigating. What's more, Wen Sen used to be their leader, and he was a master among masters. Even if he personally acted, he was ignored.
Huaiyuan was dumped, how capable is that guy?
Wen Sen was ashamed and ashamed, and his face was as red as Guan Gong. The old shadow brothers next to him also felt that their faces were dull. They touched their noses one by one, lowered their heads and remained silent.
Wen Sen seemed uneasy and defensive: "...Your Excellency, Xiao Huaiyuan is obviously like us. He has learned the art of tracking and detection. His alertness and concealment ability are very high. Once a stranger approaches, he will
He walked away quickly, and his subordinates followed him several times, but he ducked into a complicated alley and disappeared for some reason..."...
Fang Zheng glared at him dissatisfied: "Do you think he is a ghost? He is not allowed to approach strangers. According to you, I have to find an acquaintance to follow him?"
Wen Sen nodded quickly and smiled: "What you said is true..."
Fang Zheng said angrily: "Fart! We are already acquainted with him, why do we still need to follow him? You are a pig-brained person!"
Wen Sen smiled ashamedly and hid away to reflect.
Fang Zheng thought about it, but he couldn't do it! How could that boy named Xiao be so slippery that he couldn't even catch him, and he was so vigilant? How could he continue to investigate this matter? If we don't investigate this person Fang Zheng
But he couldn't let go. Xiao Huaiyuan's background was so questionable that he wouldn't believe it even to death. An errand boy in the Prince's Mansion would be so idle. He would go to Qingting's house in Wushan to have sex, and then sneak out behind Shadow's secret house.
Picking locks, he must have some ulterior secrets in doing these things...
"Sir! Look, there's a rabbit!" Wen Sen suddenly shouted.
Isn't this guy looking down in shame? How could he still find the rabbit in his spare time?
The land Wensen bought was originally a suburb outside the city. It had dense woods and grass. There were often pheasants and rabbits running out to look for food. Fang Zheng looked up and saw a fat and strong gray hare eating.
Grass, while looking around alertly, jumping up and down from time to time...
The moral character of this hare is the same as that of Xiao Huaiyuan, which makes people hateful just looking at it!
Fang Zheng was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and quietly approached it with his waist bent. - The young master will roast you and eat you today, just to avenge himself.
Wen Sen on the side quickly grabbed him, then handed him a pair of bows and arrows, and whispered excitedly: "Sir, shoot it! Shoot it!"
Why does this sound so awkward?
Glancing at the other subordinates, he saw that they were all staring at him eagerly, their eyes full of eager anticipation. Fang Zheng's scalp felt numb and he thought to himself: This matter will not end well today.
After traveling through time for so long, Fang Zheng also knows that the requirements for scholars in ancient times were not just as simple as reading, but also to master the six arts, namely "ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics." That is to say, in addition to reading, there are also
You need to know etiquette, be able to dance, shoot archery, drive a cart, write beautifully, open a grocery store and not give customers wrong money, etc. These are the most basic skills that ancient people should have - in fact, ancient men also
It's not easy.
Fang Zheng became a fifth-rank official at a young age and became the immediate boss of the shadows. Thinking about it among his subordinates, this young man must be a capable person. How could a capable person not know how to shoot arrows? So Wen
Sen handed Fang Zheng the bow and arrow, and his purpose was not to make Fang Zheng look bad. Wen Sen believed that a capable Master Fang would definitely be able to do something like archery, so he waited for the applause and flattery later.
Under the expectant and adoring gazes of his subordinates, Fang Zheng took the bow and quiver and looked at them carefully.
Isn’t this supposed to be difficult? In costume TV dramas, we often see ancient people holding arrows and shooting without even aiming. Every shot is accurate. The hero Guo who shoots the vulture is even more exaggerated. He actually jumped up and turned a hundred times in the air.
Shooting the eagle with an 80-degree backhand, such a ridiculous and difficult posture actually fooled him. This shows that archery is actually like a child playing house, it is extremely simple.
Although I can't strike such a cool pose like Guo Daxia, there is only a silly rabbit poking its head a few feet away in front of me. It shouldn't be difficult to shoot it...
After encouraging himself for a long time, Mr. Fang focused his attention, his breath sank in his Dantian. After taking a deep breath, he took out a carved feather arrow from the quiver, slowly put it on the bow, and then aimed...
Wen Sen and his subordinates were shocked and quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Sir, you can't do this!"
"Sir, the tip of the arrow should be pointed outward, not towards yourself..."….
"What's the fuss about?" Fang Zheng glared at them with an awkward look on his face: "...I'm just checking whether the arrow tip is sharpened..."
All the subordinates retreated and continued to wait expectantly for Lord Fang's arrow.
Nocking an arrow, aiming, drawing the bow... "Whoosh!"
This time Master Fang lived up to expectations and finally shot the arrow.
Everyone looked in the direction of the arrow, and were surprised to find that the silly rabbit was still eating grass peacefully and comfortably. The arrow shot by Mr. Fang was about ten feet away from it, and not even a single rabbit hair was visible.
Didn't touch it.
"Accident, accident..." The subordinates smiled dryly to smooth things over.
Fang Zheng's face was ashen, and he, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, actually turned red for the first time.
After coughing twice, Fang Zheng said with a straight face: "I'm just trying to see if the bow can be pulled open..."
"Yes, yes... Your Excellency, you are so powerful that you can actually shoot a bow and arrow. It is really rare in ancient times..." Wen Sen flattered him nonchalantly. He finally figured it out. This Lord Fang didn't know how to do it at all.
He knows how to shoot, but he made a fool of himself by giving him a bow and arrow. I wonder if Mr. Fang will have any objections to him? What’s more serious is, will it affect his future...
While Wen Sen was worried about the future, Fang Zheng persevered and began to compete with this silly rabbit.
"Whoosh", the arrow shot away, far away from the target.
Gritting his teeth, Fang Zheng no longer dared to look at the eyes of his subordinates, and stared at the rabbit angrily, "Whoosh", another arrow...
"Mistake, just a mistake..."
"Whoosh!"
"Winning or losing is a common thing for military strategists, it's normal..."
"Whoosh!"
"The bow and arrow must have been misaligned..."
"Whoosh!"
"…………"
The words to smooth things over have been basically finished by the subordinates. Mr. Fang's face is getting darker and darker, and his tightly knitted brows seem to be brewing with the smell of an imminent storm. The subordinates
She was so frightened that she didn't dare to express her anger. She watched with dull eyes as Lord Fang fired arrows one after another.
And that silly rabbit that was eating grass—it was still eating grass.
The amazing thing is that it hasn't run away yet. The surroundings are already densely packed with arrows, like a small forest. But it is jumping around like a leisurely stroll, comfortable and leisurely, just like Xiao Huaiyuan.
The subordinate who was a little further away from Fang Zheng couldn't bear it anymore. He tugged on the sleeve of the brother next to him and whispered: "Hey, are you doing archery or planting trees?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! What do you know! Your Excellency is reluctant to kill, to show his kindness in front of us..."
"What the hell is going on!"
"Tch! Do you know what 'the benevolent one is invincible' means? This is what we adults are!"
"…………"
Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and grimaced, reaching back into the quiver to pick up the arrow again. When he touched it, he found that the quiver was empty.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Fang Zheng rarely cursed, and then he threw the bow in his hand to the ground. He glanced at his subordinates fiercely, and saw that they were made uneasy by his sharp eyes.
After taking a few steps back, Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction. He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the silly rabbit. He looked confident and said loudly: "Just wait and see, I will capture him alive!"
"Plop!" All the subordinates responded to the situation and fell to the ground.
Of course, there is no technical content in catching a rabbit alive. It is a purely physical job. Of course, if your reaction ability is not as good as that of a rabbit, it will not be easy to do it.
Fortunately, Fang Zheng had suppressed his anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. After running wildly for a while, he finally caught the silly rabbit.
After looking up to the sky and laughing proudly for a few times, Fang Zheng pinched the rabbit's neck and began to think deeply.
Wen Sen came up and said with a flattering smile: "Sir, what are you..."...
"I'm thinking about how I should give it a way to die..." This rabbit has brought great shame to Young Master Fang, so we can't let it die too cheaply...
Hesitated for a long time.
"Uh... Sir, you don't have to think about it..."
"What's wrong?"
"It has been strangled to death by you..."
"…………"
Fang Zheng took the rabbit's body and got on the carriage back to the city. Wen Sen and Fang Zheng went back to the mansion to get some money. Money was needed to build the government. The money the prince gave to Fang Zheng was like running water these days.
Even though he knew that the money was not his, Fang Zheng still felt heartache. Alas! If this money were his, I would never spend it like this. It would be worse than a prodigal!
Wen Sen sat on the other side of the carriage and smiled ingratiatingly at Fang Zheng. He couldn't understand that Mr. Fang, who was usually amiable and approachable, always had a long face every time he reached out to him for money. Could it be that
Mr. Fang is a truly honorable gentleman. Can't you hear this yellow and white thing?
The carriage entered the city, and Wen Sen opened the curtain out of boredom, only to find a familiar figure walking on the street.
"Eh? Master Fang, look!"
"What?" Fang Zheng came over.
"Master Fang, isn't that Xiao Huaiyuan?" Wen Sen said in surprise.
Xiao Huaiyuan? How dare this bitch come out? Fang Zheng came forward and saw that this person was indeed Xiao Huaiyuan. He had something in his arms and was walking leisurely on the street like that silly rabbit.
From time to time, he would wander around and take a look at the decent women on the roadside. Their cunning and scheming looks were very much the essence of Mr. Fang.
Fang Zheng quickly patted the coachman's shoulder, pointed at Xiao Huaiyuan's back in front of him, and said excitedly: "Hey, have you seen that person?".
The driver said respectfully: "I saw it, young master, do you want to stop?".
Fang Zheng waved his fist excitedly, looking a little frantic: "No! Rush over! Hit him to death!!"