ps: Thank you for the support of several new and old book friends in the past few days: Rose's sorrow, little bone bookworm, not Mingjue, yr81113, a little bit of a rake, a little vigilance in the country, old guy and little carpentry, Zhu Zhanji's care for Fang Xing made Zheng Neng feel that his mouth was sour, and he said unconvinced: "Brother Dehua, can the junior brother be promoted to the status of a military general?"
As for the civil officials, just prepare the baggage. ” Zhu Zhanji sat next to Fang Xing, kicked his shoes with his foot, and motioned him not to take up the topic.
Of course Fang Xing wouldn't answer, but he could see that this Zheng Neng was probably a gentleman.
His father was so promising, that he felt that he could rely on this merit for the rest of his life to die chic.
Seeing Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji clinking glasses, the two smiled at each other, but he became an outsider, Zheng Neng used the excuse of going to the thatched house and pulled Liu Pu away.
After the two of them went out, Zhu Zhanji squinted his eyes and said, "Brother Dehua is separated from the younger brother?"
” Fang Xing was a little numb, and was surprised when he heard this: "How is it possible!"
I'll have to ...... in the future Well, I have to live a stable life in the future!
” This thing originally wanted to say that I want to wait for you to be a backer after you ascend the throne, and the cliff of life or something is your illusion.
But I still have to be more reserved, so I changed my words when I came to the mouth.
Zhu Zhanji, who was taken aback by Fang Xing's 'affectionate' gaze, hurriedly took a sip of wine, then looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "I couldn't separate myself a few days ago, but today I learned that you encountered horse bandits outside the Gunzhou Mansion. ” "Brother Dehua!
The little brother was almost frightened when he heard the news!
” When Liu Pu and Zheng Neng came in, what they saw was a picture of 'affectionate style'. it!
I didn't hear that the imperial grandson has that hobby!
Zheng Neng gave Liu Pu an inquiring look, but he didn't get a response.
After sitting down, Zheng Neng thought carefully.
No wonder this Fang Dehua moved from Beiping to Jinling, and the imperial grandson also gave away a farm near the city.
You must know that the farms under Jubao Mountain are all high-ranking officials and nobles, or the descendants of the Zhu family!
Do they really have ......
For the rest of the time, Zheng Neng was barely coping, and he felt that he had to inform his father in Xuanfu of the news in time.
There is never a shortage of women around the imperial grandson, but none of the children have been born.
If the imperial grandson was like that, Zheng Neng felt that he still had to reconsider his position.
After returning home, the half-drunk Fang Xing was cared for by his wife and concubine.
"I don't drink that decanting soup!"
Fang Xing was pressed on the bed by Xiaobai, while Zhang Shuhui was coaxing a child's expression, holding a bowl of steaming soup, wanting to pour it down for him.
"Husband, this sobering soup was learned by the concubine in her mother's house, and it is guaranteed that you will not have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."
"Come, concubine body to feed you."
"Boom!
Gollum ......"
A bowl of strange-tasting sobering soup went down, Fang Xing lay on the kang, and muttered: "Murder my husband......"
Xiao Bai let go of Fang Xing, listened to the even breathing, and then stuck out his tongue and said, "Young lady, what if the young master gets angry tomorrow?"
” Zhang Shuhui put the bowl on the table and snickered: "Husband will definitely not remember this tomorrow." ” Fang Xing often breaks when he drinks too much, and he can't remember anything when he drinks.
The next day, Fang Xing, who woke up, really forgot about being decanted with wine soup.
"Amazing, I drank so much yesterday and didn't have a headache, it seems that the amount of alcohol has risen greatly!"
Zhang Shuhui hurriedly complimented a few words, and then pursed her lips and snickered.
Pushing open the door of the bedroom, a breath of fresh air lifted Fang Xing's spirits.
He stretched his waist comfortably and said to Xiaobai, who was rinsing his mouth in the yard, "Xiaobai, where are the bells?"
” Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, and quickly took a sneak peek inside, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual, he laughed and said, "Young master, the bell went out to find food." ” "A little milk dog, what to eat!
I'll give you some meat when I get back, and remember to feed it raw!
” Xiaobai saw Zhang Shuhui come out, her expression was normal, and she responded as if she had been amnestied: "Got it, young master." ” After Fang woke up, Xiao Bai ran over and asked, "Young lady, didn't the young master really find out?"
” Zhang Shuhui looked at Fang Xing's steady back, and couldn't help but smile: "No, it's like no one." ” Xiaobai was a little disappointed, feeling that he was awake as Fang Xing......
The personal person has never found out about this problem, what a failure!
Fang Xing, who could go forward, was under Fang Hongji's control, and there was no chance to drink at all.
After breakfast, Fang Xing went to the study and prepared to give lessons to Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su.
But as soon as I entered, I not only saw Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su, but also a big man was actually standing by the door, carrying a bunch of things in his hands.
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Especially those few pieces of bacon, Fang Xing felt that something was not quite right.
Maybe it was Fang Xing's unfamiliar gaze that made Dahan feel a little uncomfortable, and he smiled and said, "Brother Dehua, the junior brother is Liu Pu!"
Didn't we drink together yesterday?
” Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su both looked at Fang Xing with strange expressions, and immediately thought of Fang Xing's reaction after he sobered up.
"Brother Dehua is ......?"
Ma Su nodded, and said with concern: "Last time, the teacher asked me to come back to class the next afternoon after drinking, and the result was ......."
Zhu Zhanji was happy when he heard it, and asked in a low voice, "What is the result?"
” Ma Su's expression was a little distorted: "As a result, the teacher arrived at the study early in the morning and didn't see my ......, and then I was fined for copying and not allowed to be late five hundred times." ” "Ahem, ahem!"
Zhu Zhanji couldn't hold back any longer, he clutched his stomach, his face was swollen and red, and he coughed.
Fang Xing was still reminiscing about yesterday's events at this time, and he hesitated: "That......
Yesterday......
Okay, but what are you doing with a gift?
It's not my birthday today!
” Liu Pu looked at Zhu Zhanji without tears: "His Royal Highness Taisun can prove that I didn't say yesterday that I wanted to learn from Brother Dehua." ” Zhu Zhanji was still laughing, and after hearing this, he nodded, indicating that he could testify.
"Ahem!
Be serious!
” Fang Xing lifted the ring ruler and instantly suppressed Zhu Zhanji, and then he pretended to remember it and said, "It turned out to be Xiaoliu!"
Sit down, I said what are you bringing things for, it's really wasteful. ” Liu Pu was already almost stunned by Fang Xing's divine reaction, and he said dryly: "That......
My mother said that there was an apprenticeship, so she ......."
Fang Xing rubbed his eyebrows, waved his hand to let Liu Pu sit down, and then no matter what the situation was yesterday, he was ready to give a lecture.
After Liu Pu sat down, Fang Xing thought for a while and said, "Since you are here, then study hard, but you are not too young, you can call me Brother Dehua in the future, you don't need to call me teacher or sir." ” "Oh."
Liu Pu felt that today was a little weird, but after seeing that Zhu Zhanji had no abnormal reaction, he put aside the matter and began to listen.
There are long-term visionaries among the nobles, and they have long seen that the generals will not be popular in the future, so they try their best to let the children of the family go to study.
Among them, the British Gong Zhang Fu is the most typical - he himself usually can't let go of the scroll, and often goes to communicate with the Great Confucian.