Fang Zheng, who returned to the cabin, saluted the King of Thailand again as if nothing had happened.
The King of Thailand smiled as usual and said: "Fang Taisui's reputation has shocked the capital. Now it is an eye-opener. Sure enough, he has a real reputation, haha."
Why does this sound like a curse? Fang Zheng thought dissatisfied.
Everyone met Fang Zheng again, and no one mentioned the little unpleasantness that had just happened.
After Fang Zheng sat down, the King of Thailand said seriously: "I heard that my father wants to marry my sister, Princess Changping, to you. Brother Fang, although Mi'er and I were not born from the same mother, the three of us have been together since we were young.
We really like each other, and I hope Brother Fang will treat her well and not let her suffer any injustice."
The fat man interjected from the side: "Come on, you have to persuade Mi'er to treat Brother Fang well and don't let Brother Fang get bruised all over his body, haha."
King Tai was stunned, then laughed and said: "That's right, that's right. With Mi'er's temper, Brother Fang may not be able to get a good deal in the future. Brother Fang, you have to take care of yourself! Haha..."
Fang Zheng said with a dark face: "If you keep burying me, I won't marry her. Anyway, the emperor hasn't issued the decree yet, so I still have time to regret it..."
The two of them hurriedly waved their hands and said: "That's not okay. Once the goods have been sold, they will not be returned or exchanged. This is a business rule..."
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Why do I feel like I've been blackmailed by you?"
The fat man from the Thai Dynasty smiled and said: "In the future, you and I will have a brother-in-law. Brother Fang, why don't you call us uncle now so that we can get used to it as soon as possible. Anyway, we will be a real family before long..."
"..." It seems that the King of Thailand is not an economical lamp, and he is very clever with his words.
After swimming in Xuanwu Lake for several hours, I got off the boat and found that Chen Chong had long since disappeared. It seemed that this madman had also woken up and felt better. No matter how crazy he was, he couldn't be so crazy that he had no boundaries. It was a setback.
As I gain wisdom, I will be more restrained in the future.
The King of Thailand and the fat man enthusiastically took Fang Zheng to visit the Confucius Temple, saying that they would find a quiet place to recite poems and write poems later, and everyone competed in literary talent. Fang Zheng was so frightened that he hurriedly handed over and left, holding Yanran's hand without looking back.
Disappear.
"This Brother Fang is a wonderful man." The fat man looked at the direction where Fang Zheng was going with a smile in his eyes.
"It's so wonderful, but I don't know what kind of person it is." The Thai king's eyes were much more complicated than the fat man's.
"He is a bit unconventional, but he is very loyal to his friends, otherwise I wouldn't have a close relationship with him." The fat man said with a smile.
The King of Thailand smiled and said nothing, looked up at the Purple Mountain in the distance, took a deep breath, turned around and smiled at the literati: "The autumn breeze is refreshing, how can you climb high without drinking? After I get it,
I'll go up the mountain together to find a place and have a good time reciting poems. How do you guys do?"
Everyone agreed.
After sending Yanran back to the other courtyard, Fang Zheng returned to the house alone.
After some careful preparations and renovations, the entire house of Fang Mansion took on a new look. It looked dignified and grand from the inside out. Originally, Mr. Fang proposed to replace the black-bottomed "Fang Mansion" plaque at the entrance.
"Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion" is written in gold on a black background. After all, Fang Zheng is an official now, and he is the Imperial Prince Zhongyong. If there is a plaque saying "Merchant's House" on the door, Mr. Fang is afraid of embarrassing his son.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng refused without thinking. At that time, he was sitting on a reclining chair in the small courtyard, crossing his legs and slouching while lazily saying to Sun Guanjia: "What kind of plaque should I change? A little earl is worth so much."
Do you think so? When I become the Duke one day, we will change to a bigger one..."
His ambitions are lofty, but his tone is lacking.
While the two elders of the Fang family and all the servants were waiting anxiously, Yang Duqing, the Minister of Rites, finally arrived.
Yang Duqing has been the Minister of Rites for nearly ten years. He is a relatively easy-going person. He is in his sixties and has a very gentle temper. Since he came here on the emperor's order, he wore formal official uniforms, although he deliberately kept a straight face to show that
Despite the seriousness of the emperor's order, when a pair of small but energetic eyes looked at Fang Zheng, they still showed a bit of smile from time to time...
"This old man should be easier to deal with than Wei Chengde." Fang Zheng said silently in his heart. Although Wei Chengde was upright, he was too old-fashioned and was far less friendly than the Minister of Rites in front of him.
Seeing that the door of Fang's mansion was open, the red carpet was spread on the floor, and the whole family and all the servants stood respectfully in front of the door to greet him, Yang Duqing couldn't help but have a bit of radiance on his face. Although Fang Zheng was only a small fifth-rank official
, but Yang Duqing didn't dare to be arrogant and rude in front of him. Regardless of the fact that he was about to become the princess's consort, just because he was the emperor's new favorite, and he was deeply loved by the saints.
He was treated like a small fifth-rank official. Seeing the Fang family receiving him with such high standards, it seemed that Fang Zheng was not a proud person, which made Yang Duqing's impression of him a little better.
"Oh! Mr. Fang is so polite. I am ashamed to be so grand!" Yang Duqing got off the official sedan at the gate of Fang's mansion. Before everyone in the Fang family could come forward, he laughed and greeted him.
Fang Zheng secretly curled his lips and thought to himself, do you think I am willing? If my father hadn't insisted on making it so grand, if it were me, I would come in and let you have a cup of hot tea, and then get out and leave as soon as the matter is over.
Patience is both a carpet and a troupe...
After thinking about it, Fang Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled as he greeted Yang Duqing: "Master Yang is the emperor's envoy and the matchmaker between Princess Changping and Xiaguan. It should be like this, it should be like this, haha."
According to the practice of the Chinese Dynasty, when the emperor bestows a princess in marriage to a minister, it is not as simple as issuing an imperial edict to marry the princess off. Generally, the Minister of Rites comes to the door to propose the marriage to the minister and declares the emperor's great favor, and then the officials of the Ministry of Rites
He would work with the royal family and the groom's family to handle the pre-wedding matters. After all preparations were completed, the emperor would officially issue the edict of marriage, and the matter would be considered a matter of course. Therefore, the Minister of Rites accepted the title of matchmaker as a matter of course.
Everyone exchanged greetings at the door, and Fang Zheng introduced his father. Yang Duqing still did not dare to neglect Mr. Fang, a businessman, and called him "Brother Fang". Mr. Fang was frightened and was at a loss. He did not even dare to say anything. In ancient times, merchants were regarded as
He has a humble job, and his social status is not as good as that of a craftsman or a coachman. The official of the Ministry of Rites of the imperial court is in a relationship with his equal, but it makes Mr. Fang very uncomfortable.
Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky, and felt that if the two of them were to remain so polite at the door, they would not be able to do anything else today, just bow to each other at the door.
"Dad, we'd better invite Mr. Yang inside to talk. It's too rude to stand at the door." Fang Zheng reminded in a low voice.
Mr. Fang looked solemn and quickly extended his hand to greet him.
The palace was very luxuriously decorated. Under the leadership of the butler, the servants consciously stood in the corridor, neatly and gracefully. It seemed that it was the result of several days of rehearsal by the butler, which proved that the Fang family attached great importance to the marriage granted by the emperor.
The purpose of Yang Shangshu's visit today is just to express the emperor's intention to marry a daughter, and to communicate with the groom's family in advance about the etiquette and process of the marriage, so that there will be no mismatches or inconsistencies during the marriage, which will be a problem for the royal family.
He was embarrassed by the Fang family.
The protagonist is of course Young Master Fang, but he is not familiar with the so-called wedding ceremonies in ancient times, especially royal weddings. I heard that they are even more complicated, and Fang Zheng feels a headache just thinking about it. In his previous life, there was no need for such trouble.
Kouko happily received the certificate, then gathered all the relatives and friends for a meal, drank until they were dizzy, and then went to the bridal chamber. In order to achieve the purpose of the bridal chamber as quickly as possible, all the cumbersome formalistic processes before the bridal chamber were simplified. This is
The expression of true humanity is much more kind than in ancient times.
Fang Zheng sat in the front hall blankly, thinking wildly in his mind, and he didn't know where his thoughts were drifting. Mr. Fang and Yang Duqing were like old friends who met each other, and the atmosphere of conversation was warm and cordial. After the two exchanged pleasantries, they began to formally discuss
Fang Zheng really didn't understand the matter of getting married. Nacai, asking for names, Naji, etc. Fang Zheng was as ignorant as a dog looking at the stars. He vaguely heard someone saying that he wanted to catch a few wild geese alive with his own hands... Damn it.
!Is this marriage or teasing? Do I have the ability to catch wild geese?….
Since he didn't understand, Fang Zheng had no choice but to start dazing again, leaving the topic to the two elders to enjoy themselves.
At the door of the front hall, the servants stood up straight, looking straight, which was more standard than a military posture. But Fang Zheng knew that these people were all pretending. Usually everyone was laughing and joking but not in a formal manner. I don't know if it was because the Fang family's rules were not strict enough, or because
The owners of the Fang family don't have much airs. Anyway, the servants respect their masters, but they are not afraid. Everyone is so honest today because they are afraid that the Fang family will lose face in front of the imperial envoy, so they pretend for the first time.
To be honest, this is probably due to the collective sense of honor of being a member of the Fang family.
Fang Zheng suddenly found a small head hiding behind the pillars of the porch, peeking furtively toward the front hall. He was dressed like a servant in green clothes and a blue hat.
It's not that Fang Zheng is sharp-eyed, it's because the servants are too honest today, so the behavior of this dishonest servant is particularly outstanding.
Fang Zheng glared at me fiercely. I have such a restless temper, but I am sitting down now. Which servant is so bold as to dare to peek furtively?
Looking closely, I saw this man with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of beautiful eyes, looking at him affectionately with a smile and infinite longing.
"Holy shit!" After seeing this person's face clearly, Fang Zheng blurted out, his eyes bulging out in shock.
Yang Duqing and Mr. Fang were discussing the issue of "Najib" when they suddenly heard Fang Zheng's surprising words. Yang Shangshu raised his gray eyebrows and asked curiously: "Master Fang, do you dare to ask what 'fuck' means?"
"Ah? Uh... Mr. Yang heard it wrong, haha, what I said is... I'm anxious, yes! I'm anxious! Uh, you two will discuss it first, and I will come back as soon as I leave the official position..."
After saying that, regardless of Yang Duqing's stunned gaze and Mr. Fang's secretive roll of the eyes, Fang Zheng lifted up the hem of his official robe and ran out.
I ran to the corridor in the front hall and looked around, but there was no sign of her. Just when I was looking for someone to ask, I saw a graceful figure at the end of the corridor. When I saw him coming out, I smiled at him and waved, and then walked into the inner courtyard.
Run away.
Fang Zheng was overjoyed and chased after her. He found her in a secluded garden. She was standing under an osmanthus tree, looking at Fang Zheng with both laughter and anger. The joy in her eyes could not be concealed.
live.
Then the beauty gave a sweet smile, jumped up and grabbed Fang Zheng's neck, and said happily: "Tell me! Do you miss me?"
No need to guess, this beauty must have lost weight.
Fang Zheng was so surprised to see Chang Ping that he disappeared after being strangled by her neck. The little girl's hand was neither gentle nor heavy. It seemed like she was expressing her joy at seeing her again after a long separation, but it cannot be ruled out that she had the intention of murdering her husband-to-be.
possible.
Fang Zheng was like a duck being lifted up by the neck. He kept waving his hands and feet and struggling, trying his best to hold back a sentence from his throat: "...If you pinch me again...you will treat it as...
...a widow..."
Chang Ping said "Ah!" in fright, and quickly let go of his little hand, helping him caress his chest to help him breathe, and kept saying: "Does it hurt? Do you feel any discomfort? I... I... didn't mean it."
…”
Fang Zheng was still angry and speechless. He only gave a thumbs up to Chang Ping. This wife would be too destructive if she brought him home. Should I really consider breaking off the engagement someday?
If she gets playful and strangles me to death on the bed, how will future generations judge me, the short-lived princess consort and a first-class loyal uncle? Did he die a well-deserved death? Or was he jealous of his talents?
"Why are you here? Didn't your father lock you in the palace and not allow you to go out?" Fang Zhengshun asked after he was relieved.
Chang Ping curled his lips and said, "Tch! How can the palace lock me up? I will naturally go out if I want to."
Awesome! She really treats the palace as her backyard. She can come and go whenever she wants. Not to mention, no matter from which point of view, the palace is really her backyard...
Looking at Chang Ping's arrogant little appearance, it perfectly matches the image of a cunning and domineering princess in Fang Zheng's mind.
"Aren't you afraid that your father will punish you?" The old emperor was quite a failure. He had five sons and three daughters, but none of them were economical.
Chang Ping said angrily: "You have the nerve to say that? I...cough, let me ask you, I have been locked up in the palace for so long, why don't you go see me? Tell me! Is there someone outside?"
Why does this line sound so familiar?
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes at her: "Nonsense, don't you know if there is someone outside me? Your father recently sent me another errand. I am as tired as a dog every day. If you want me to accompany you all the time,
, just go and tell your father, please stop tossing me. I have been working for the imperial court for so long. I don’t even know what my salary looks like. I am about to get married and get a wife, but I am so poor that I am almost begging. What do you think?
Ah, the horse needs to run and the horse does not eat grass. Where in the world can you find such a beautiful thing? My father-in-law only met a sincere and silly son-in-law like me. If it had been anyone else, he would have given up on it.
Already..."
Fang Zheng was full of complaints when he mentioned this, and he kept talking for a long time. Chang Ping couldn't bear it any longer: "...you bastard! I worked so hard to come out to see you, and you started talking to me like this as soon as we met.
Some are not, do you still have any conscience?"
Fang Zhengfan suddenly realized, yes, this is the time to talk sweetly. Why do you say disappointing things when you are having fun with me? Keep these complaints, I will complain to the emperor tomorrow.
After holding Chang Ping in his arms for a long time with wanton tenderness, Chang Ping finally calmed down his anger and lightly punched Fang Zheng a few times, turning his anger into joy.
"Hey, how did you sneak into my house? Why didn't you see any servants to report it?" Fang Zheng hugged Chang Ping from behind and moved his hands dishonestly. Chang Ping smelled very good, maybe it was born with her.
Body fragrance, standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, I caught a bit of the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which made Fang Zheng feel a little distracted.
Chang Ping gasped softly, his pretty face had already turned red, and he murmured in a low voice: "Fuck you! Do I need to sneak in? I will order the coachman to park my carriage at the back door of your house in a dignified manner.
, and then walked in swaggeringly."
After saying this, Chang Ping's little nose wrinkled proudly, looking extremely cute and cute.
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment: "Didn't my nursing home stop you?"
"No, they will know that my carriage is extremely noble as soon as they see it. Who dares to stop it?"
"Damn it!" Fang Zheng couldn't help but scolded: "These nursing homes are so irresponsible and snobbish! Fire them all tomorrow! Humph! They don't ask if they drive a good car? Do they just let them pass if they drive a good car?
Does anyone who drives a good car necessarily have to be a good person?”.
"What did you say? Say it again!" Chang Ping's tone was very unkind, as if a storm was about to come.