The summer sun is dazzling and vicious, and people are reluctant to go out at noon. In front of the hall, the shaded pavilion is in line with the saying: "Where is cool, stay wherever you are."

The same is true for Fang Mansion. After lunch, the huge courtyard seemed extremely quiet. People were resting in their respective rooms. Only the cicadas on the trees were still shouting happily, and the hot weather added a little irritable.

Outside Fang Zheng's yard, two servants were sitting under a big locust tree chatting.

"Hey, it's not a big deal for our young master to pretend to be sick and not go to court."

"That's right, he's not afraid of the emperor's fault?"

"The emperor may be blamed. I heard that there are dozens of memorials from the young master in the court every day, and the emperor can't help it."

"Yes, I really can't figure it out. The young master made another contribution to the court. Why do you keep hiding and not going to court?"

Fang Zheng's door opened with a slam, and Master Fang stood at the door with a calm face.

"Can you two gossip a little farther away? Are there anyone standing at the door of someone else's room and saying strange things?" Master Fang was in a bad mood.

When the two servants saw Fang Zheng suddenly appear, they were shocked. It is said that the young master took a nap during this period. Could it be that the young master had insomnia today?

After a random salute, the two men ran away like rabbits who were caught in an arrow, and there was no trace of them in a blink of an eye.

Fang Zheng sighed heavily.

This is impossible to live this day!

The negotiations have been completed, great achievements have been made, and the reputation has become great. With Master Fang’s temper, how could he not want to show off in the court?

But it doesn't work, I dare not go to the court.

Yes, Fang Zheng has difficulties, the optimistic and cheerful nature of Master Fang, who is lively but not serious, actually has difficulties.

The reason for this was the five-year-old little princess Changle.

Since the little girl tasted the sweetness of her last fundraising, she felt that she had ushered in a period of rising career. Fang Zheng, a big client and sucker, was even more concerned, and her level of concern was outrageous.

Every day at the Yin hour, all officials went to court in the morning. The little girl asked the palace maid to carry her to the gate of the Golden Palace and sat on a recliner covered with national special-class protected animals. When she saw Fang Zheng's little girl, her eyes were shiny, and her chubby little hands struggled to lift her super artifact that destroyed the world and killed demons - the donation box, and then her face showed a look of great anticipation...

You said that this girl had to go to the gate of the Jinluan Palace for money, why didn't her family care? Fang Zheng complained in his heart. It seemed that the emperor was obviously not a competent father. He was lawless and doting his daughters. Seeing that his youngest daughter was holding a box to ask the minister for money, the emperor actually stroking his beard and laughing, not blamed him at all, and kept saying "Donate, donate some."

Fang Zheng felt that the emperor was intending to take revenge, and his 10% dividend has made the emperor very unhappy.

The court officials seemed to love this little princess very much. The censors who usually had to participate in the court coughing hard actually stroked their beards and smiled slightly. They seemed to think that there was a little princess who asked for money outside the solemn Golden Palace. It was a natural thing, reasonable and legal, and completely logical...

The ministers in the court advised Fang Zheng one after another: "Donate, donate some." These people stood up and said without any pain. It was not them who paid for it. Of course, there were also ministers who gloated and regarded Fang Zheng as their hatred.

The emperor was happy and the ministers were happy, but Fang Zheng was suffering. The little money he had scrapped from searching everywhere. Fang Zheng also planned to buy a few houses for himself, buy a few more land, and buy a few shops... He had a lot of expenses, but it was definitely not for the little princess to be given in vain. Fang Zheng felt that he had done his best to this future sister-in-law. Which brother-in-law could do a few thousand taels to sponsor his sister-in-law's dowry?

As the sound of civil and military officials in the court cheered, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, smiled and took out several thousand taels of silver notes, and stuffed them into the little princess' donation box.

The little princess left happily with the box, and the morning court was held as usual in a joyful atmosphere. It was strange that the little girl only recognized Fang Zheng, but did not harm other ministers. Fang Zheng couldn't help looking in the mirror several times. Could it be that Young Master, I look so much like a sucker?

The tragedy had just begun. The next day, the little princess sat at the door of the Golden Palace with a donation box, regardless of rain and rain...

So the fifth-rank Sanqi Changshi Master Fang suddenly fell ill. He was very ill in time, several feet away from the gate of the Golden Palace. Lord Fang suddenly changed his face, and then asked a small yellow gate to ask the emperor for leave, hurriedly lifted up the hem of the official robe, and walked home to recuperate.

This disease lasted for four or five days, and the imperial doctors sent by the emperor were helpless. According to the imperial doctor, Lord Fang suffered from heart disease, and medicine was difficult to treat, and only silver could be cured.

When the emperor found out, he smiled slightly. There was nothing serious in the court recently, but he could do anything wrong.

Fang Zheng stood at the door of the room, staring at a pond outside the courtyard in a daze, and suddenly cursed fiercely: "From top to bottom, there is no good thing!" Although he did not name a name, Fang Zheng knew who he was scolding.

After scolding, I felt much better. At this time, Butler Sun came to report that the fat man came to visit.

"Brother Fang, I heard that you are sick, so I came to see you specifically. How about it? Do you think it's better?" The weather was hot, and the fat man was sweating constantly, wiping his sweat while talking, and he looked very distressed.

Fang Zheng gave him an angrily glance, "It's not your baby sister who is hurt!"

The fat man asked in confusion: "Mi'er? Mi'er has been very peaceful recently..."

Fang Zheng patted his thighs and sighed: "Your whole family is my nemesis. This sister is settled, and that sister is here again. Oh, what kind of evil am I doing?"

The fat man was stunned and then smiled and said, "Are you talking about Princess Changle, Baoer? Why did she provoke you?"

Fang Zheng said with a bitter face: "She didn't provoke me. She was very polite to me, as if I were her parents for food and clothing..."

The fat man said in surprise: "Then what are you dissatisfied with?"

Fang Zheng said, "I don't know if your family is short of money. This little girl has cheated me on the movie now. She is waiting for me at the door of the Golden Palace every day with a broken box. She is not happy to give it to her. I had to spend thousands of taels of silver last morning. What else can I do besides decorating my illness at home?"

The fat man was stunned and then laughed: "So that's the case. Baoer, that is, Princess Changle, is really a fan of money. Her brothers and sisters in our royal family have been blackmailed by her. A few days ago, I don't know where Changping learned a new word from, called "fundraising", so he taught him. Now, Baoer has a name and holds boxes whenever he sees people. Now I take a detour when I see her."

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Fang Zheng wanted to slap himself hard, he was so naughty! He had to say something bad, and he had to tell Changping about fundraising. He was doing this and he was hurting himself. Changping was just like that. He was just a big mouth woman. He took out any new words and showed off the world, which made him angry. I don’t want this wife anymore!

Seeing that Fang Zheng was in a bad mood, the fat man was so thrust that he had to go out for a walk.

Fang Zheng couldn't resist and had to agree.

The so-called walk is just a cliché. On a hot afternoon, who would rather have a normal mind than run outside with a pissy sun?

When the two left the mansion, Fang Zheng also brought the killer brother with him. There was no way. Young Master Fang felt that the assassination had not been found out yet. He was afraid that someone would plot to murder again, so he had to take this cold killer brother with him everywhere. At the critical moment, he would be a life-saving talisman.

The three of them sat in a cool teahouse next to the Qinhuai River. They were drinking tea and knocking melon seeds while listening to the storyteller's storytelling. The killer stood by his arms around his arms and closed his eyes for luck. Maybe it was a nap. No matter what the killer did, he always liked to make himself unpredictable.

"...What a great Lord Fang, seeing that the Turkic barbarians dared to be so unreasonable to me, Hua Chao, was furious, and slapped the table and said righteously: "Hao! The barbarian thief should not be rampant. Today, I will tell you to go but not return!"

"Okay!" The listeners cheered in unison and threw copper coins at the table.

Fang Zheng burst into laughter when he heard this, "Who made up this story? It's too irritating, right?"

The fat man smiled and said, "The common people in the city always admire heroes. Even if you are not a hero, as long as they need it, in their mouths, you are a hero."

Fang Zheng was about to nod, but thought about it, and glared and said, "I was a hero."

The two were laughing, and suddenly someone below slapped the table and shouted, "Give me another chapter! I always say that Fang Zheng, are you tired of being tired? What a shit Lord Fang, he is obviously a gangster from a businessman! I bastard!"

The audience looked angry and looked in the voice. Seeing the speaker wearing a black silk shirt, he saw that he was born as a rich man, perhaps he was the son of a minister in the court. Everyone knew that he could not afford to provoke him, but no one dared to come out to contradict him.

Fang Zheng saw that this person was ordinary and had a little noble character in his words and deeds, but he looked disgusting. At least Fang Zheng felt quite annoying when he looked at him.

After thrusting his mouth, Fang Zheng asked, "Who is this person?"

The fat man kowtowed the melon seeds, turned his head to look at it, and then said indifferently: "That person is the son of Minister Liu of the Ministry of Revenue. I forgot what his name is. There are so many people in the family of the ministers in the court, so how can I remember clearly?"

Ministry of Revenue? Now, except for Wei Chengde's Ministry of War, the other five officials seem to have no good impression of Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little depressed: "What kind of things I did that are inconsistent? Is it just arousing their jealousy?"

The fat man smiled and said, "You offended Shangshu Pan, for them, it is not tolerated by nature."

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Shangshu Pan has such great power? All the civil and military officials in the court are facing him? Then can he cover the sky with one hand?"

The fat man smiled bitterly and said, "It's not just one hand that covers the sky. As long as he coughs, all the civil and military officials in the court dare not speak loudly. They say that the father respects him three points, and he is polite. The father actually respects him seven points. You can imagine that for decades, how many officials in the world come from his disciples?"
Chapter completed!