Fang Zheng paid attention to the movement behind him as he walked. He made up his mind that if the unruly princess really sent someone to kill him, he would turn back and reason with her. We are all young people and it is easy to communicate.
Fang Zheng was almost out of sight, and the princess's pursuers hadn't come yet, so Fang Zheng quickly dodged and disappeared into the crowd. Fortunately! This life was finally saved, and he secretly decided to follow him in the future.
Her Royal Highness Princess Changping keeps her distance. It is said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, and accompanying a princess is almost the same. He can’t afford to offend a creature like the princess. If I can’t afford to offend, why can’t I hide from you?
When he returned home, it was already night time and the lights were on. Fang Zheng sneaked in quietly and walked to the small courtyard. He saw servants along the way and didn't even say hello. - Young Master Fang had been beaten during the day. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. How could he be embarrassed to see him?
people?
Xiao Lu stood outside the courtyard waiting for him. Seeing his miserable and desolate appearance, she couldn't help being surprised. Fang Zheng said a lot of good things, and then he stopped her and didn't let her go to the master and his wife to report.
After taking a bath, Xiaolu put some tumbler on Fang Zheng and served him food. Fang Zheng was so moved that he wanted to eat the rouge on her mouth, but Xiaolu didn't let him.
The next day, Young Master Fang was absent from class for the first time. Firstly, his face was still bruised and he was too embarrassed to go out. Secondly, he was afraid that the princess would go to the academy to trouble him. Although he probably wouldn't kill him now, who knows?
How will that unruly and willful princess deal with him? So Master Fang just hangs the no-war card. You can do whatever you want, why don't I just hide away?
As usual, Fang Zheng slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up. Just after washing up, a servant came to report that a woman named Sister Feng was at the concierge and wanted to see him.
Fang Zheng scratched his head and said, "The name sounds familiar...who is Sister Feng?"
Xiao Wu came close to the side and whispered: "Master, have you forgotten? She is the female shopkeeper of Ru Yu Zhai." It was said that Xiao Wu was sent out by Fang Zheng yesterday to do other things, and he did not catch up with the scene where he was beaten.
A grand event. After learning that the young master was heroically injured in the morning, Xiao Wu felt extremely regretful. He believed that he had failed to fulfill his responsibility to protect the young master. He had to cut off one of his fingers to apologize for his crime. If Fang Zheng hadn't stopped him, Xiao Wu would have become a nine-year-old.
Refers to the book boy.
"Oh!" Fang Zheng slapped his forehead and said suddenly: "Look at my memory! Oh no! Sister Feng seemed to have asked me to do something last time. What is it?" Young Master Fang has many people and many things to do, and he will have agreed to others' things long ago.
I completely forgot about it.
"Master, Sister Feng would like to ask you to tell Butler Sun that she wants to buy a piece of land from our family in the north of the city..."
"Yes, buy land. Well, hurry up and call Butler Sun over. Then go to the concierge and tell Sister Feng to ask her to wait for a while. Hurry up!"
Xiao Wu left in response, and Xiao Lu interjected from the side: "Master, you'd better tell me about the land sale. Butler Sun can't make the decision."
"Who can decide?"
"All the land deeds are in the hands of the master. The master said that the Fang family's land should be left to future generations, and the land will not be sold no matter how high the price is."
"Am I not his descendant? What are you doing with so much land? You won't get any benefit from spending money on it. What a waste."
Fang Zheng didn't understand the investment philosophy of the ancients. Make money, buy land, make more money, buy land again... What's the use of buying more land? Especially in this troubled world, the country may change its owner one day.
At that time, it will be a matter of debate whether the new owner recognizes you as the landowner.
When it was tea time, Butler Sun rushed over.
Butler Sun is a very kind-hearted person who seems to be in his forties or fifties. He has a kind face and a chubby face. He reminds people of the retired old man next door when he was a child. He walked around, played chess, and occasionally fried candies.
Chestnuts are stuffed into your hands.
Fang Zheng had a favorable impression of Butler Sun. Every time he saw Butler Sun's cheerful face, he felt inexplicably better.
Steward Sun lifted up the embroidered curtain and came in. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Young master summoned you in such a hurry. What's the important matter?"
"Oh, Butler Sun, I have to trouble you with something," Fang Zheng paused, then said: "A few days ago, I promised a friend that I would sell her a piece of land in the north of our city. Look at this
Can it be done?"
Butler Sun frowned and shook his head: "Master, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle. Master has long..."
"Hey, stop it! I know my father's rules. I just want to ask you, is there any way to change this?"
"It is difficult to adapt. The master established family rules many years ago. Unless the land under our family's name is our own shop, we would rather leave the land empty than sell it to others..."
"What about renting? Can't you rent it to someone else?"
"No way, the master said that the Fang family is not short of this little money, so just leave it empty."
"Our Fang family's property?" Fang Zheng smacked his lips, rolled his eyes, and came up with an idea: "Let's make some changes... isn't there a way?"
"Master, do you have any ideas? I can remind you that it's not easy to talk to the master," Butler Sun said cautiously.
"Okay, Butler Sun, don't worry about this. I have a sense of discretion. Go and ask Sister Feng to come over."
After a while, Sister Feng swayed her delicate figure and lifted the embroidered curtain and came in. Fang Zheng was shocked when he saw Sister Feng. The Sister Feng in front of him had no makeup, her face was plain, her lips were unstained but red, and her eyebrows were dark and unpainted.
, with sparkling bright eyes, wearing a long lavender waist skirt, which highlights her slender figure and slender waist. Is this... the same Sister Feng who looks like Ronald McDonald?
Seeing Fang Zheng open his mouth in surprise, Sister Feng gave him an angry look, which stimulated Fang Zheng to the point where he came back to his senses.
Fang Zheng looked at Sister Feng up and down, and said: "I don't understand, I really don't understand..."
Sister Feng smiled charmingly and said, "Master Fang, what don't you understand?"
Fang Zheng said: "I don't understand. She is clearly a peerless beauty. Why did you dress yourself up like that in the past?"
"Master Fang, you are really good at joking. Sister, I am already old, so how can I compare with those little girls?"
"I would like to ask, Sister Feng, how old are you this year?"
"Gegege, you little scoundrel, don't you know that the older a woman is, the less she can ask questions?" The upgrade from "Master Fang" to "little scoundrel" made Fang Zheng feel itchy in his heart.
"Sister Feng, you are not old. I see you are only fifteen or sixteen years old..."
"Gege, little rascal, you are so sweet. Sister, I am already twenty-four."
"Haha, twenty-four is still young, not to mention a stunning beauty like Sister Feng, who is naturally beautiful, with jade bones and smooth skin. Even when she is eighty years old, she is still a stunning beauty," Fang Zheng said and immediately changed the subject.
: "Sister Feng came to my humble home today, what can I do for you?"
"Huh, you're still asking, little rascal, let me ask you, what did you promise me last time? How many days have it been? Sister, I can't wait any longer, so I have to shamelessly come to your house. Whether it works or not, you have to do it.
Tell me."
"Well..." Fang Zheng pretended to be embarrassed and murmured: "Sister Feng, this matter is a bit difficult to handle. I didn't think carefully when I promised you last time. When I came back and asked, alas... my father scolded me.
, saying that I didn’t protect the family business, but instead sold it out. Sister Feng, you don’t know. My father almost beat me to death. Look, the wounds on my face haven’t healed yet. I didn’t lie to you.
"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng put his face up. His face was bruised yesterday after being beaten, so it came in handy today.
"Ouch! What did you say? Come and let me touch you," Sister Feng felt pity and hugged Fang Zheng into her arms. Fang Zheng felt like he was falling into the embrace of a warm and fragrant soft jade, with a refreshing feeling.
The fragrance comes to your nostrils, this is really a blessing. Young Master Fang closed his eyes and was intoxicated, and his hands unconsciously touched Sister Feng's soft and slender waist...
"Little rascal, do you feel quite comfortable?"
Fang Zheng closed his eyes and nodded involuntarily. It was not so comfortable. He really wanted to plunge into this warm and fragrant embrace and never wake up.
Suddenly Fang Zheng felt a sharp pain on his arm. He looked up and saw Sister Feng's pretty face flushed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you let go of your thieving hand? Where are you going to touch it?"
Fang Zheng was stunned, and lowered his head to see that his hands had slipped from Sister Feng's slender waist to her round and high hips.
Fang Zheng let go of his hand nonchalantly, touched his nose and laughed dryly: "Haha, the slope is too steep, I accidentally slipped down, haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Sister Feng rolled her eyes at Fang Zheng coquettishly and said, "Okay, let's get down to business, little rascal, can't you help me think of ideas anymore?"
Fang Zheng glanced at Sister Feng and said: "Sister Feng, I'm curious, why do you insist on my land? The north of the city is so big, it can't be that only my land is suitable for a semicolon?"
Sister Feng sighed faintly: "Do you think I didn't find another place? To be honest, there are some, but they are not as good as your land. It is either too far from the street or the place is too small. I have to say, Fang
The master really has a discerning eye, and he picked out the most important place at a glance, and bought the right size of the land, but now that land is just used as a warehouse for the Fang family business, I really don’t know what your father is thinking."
The shop in the prime location is used as a warehouse for collecting cloth? What a waste of time, the old man? Fang Zheng felt heartbroken after hearing this. This will all be my money in the future. If I earn less, I will spend less. I will have to follow suit later.
The old man said.
"Sister Feng, my father once said that the Fang family does all kinds of business except selling land. This matter... is difficult to handle!"
"I believe you, a little rascal, will always find a way. Besides, Sister not only gave you money for that piece of land, but it was also 20% higher than the market price. In good conscience, your Fang family did not lose money at this price." Sister Feng talked about the business in a reasonable manner.
Festival, it no longer looks as charming as it did just now.
"This is not a matter of money," Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "How can a son violate the family rules set by my father? My father once said that the land of the Fang family must be the Fang family's own property.
Your Ruyuzhai is worth a fortune every day, but its surname is not Fang."
Sister Feng's expression was extremely disappointed, her face fell down, and she said lonely: "So, this matter is hopeless?"
When Fang Zheng saw that the heat was coming, he coughed and said leisurely: "There is no way to do it..."