Fang Zheng, who returned to the cabin, gave a new salute to the King of Thailand as if nothing had happened.

The King of Thailand smiled as usual and said, "The name of Fang Tai Sui shocked the capital. Now it has opened its eyes. It is indeed a vain scholar under his name, haha."

Why does this sound like a swearing? Fang Zheng thought dissatisfiedly.

Everyone had seen Fang Zheng again, and no one mentioned the little unhappiness that happened just now.

After Fang Zheng sat down, the King of Thailand said seriously: "I heard that my father wanted to marry my princess Changping to you. Brother Fang, although Mi'er and I were not born to the same mother, we have been very accomplicated since we were young. I hope Brother Fang treats her well and don't let her suffer grievances."

The fat man interrupted, "All right, you have to persuade Mi'er to treat Brother Fang well, don't let Brother Fang get hurt all over his body, haha."

The King of Thailand was stunned and then laughed: "It's not bad. With Mi'er's temperament, Brother Fang is afraid that he won't be able to get it in the future. Brother Fang, you have to take care of yourself! Haha..."

Fang Zheng said with a dark face: "If you bury me again, I won't marry her anymore. Anyway, the emperor has not issued an order yet, so it's still time for me to regret it..."

The two of them hurriedly shook their hands and said, "That's not possible. Since the goods have been sold, they will not be returned or exchanged. This is the industry rule..."

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Why do I feel like you have cheated on me?"

The fat man from the Thai Dynasty smiled and said, "From the future, you and I will have an extra brother-in-law. Why don't Brother Fang call us brother-in-law now? It's better to adapt as soon as possible. Anyway, we will be a real family soon..."

"……………” This Thai king doesn't seem to be a good-looking lamp, he has a very good lip service.

After swimming for a few hours, getting off the cruise ship, Chen Chong was gone. It seems that the madman has woken up and is here. No matter how crazy he is, he cannot be too crazy. He will gain wisdom after learning from his mistakes, and he will be more restrained in the future.

The King of Thailand and the fat man enthusiastically pulled Fang Zheng to the Confucius Temple, saying that they would find a quiet place to recite poems and write together later. Everyone compared their literary talent. Fang Zheng was so scared that he hurriedly bowed his hand and disappeared without looking back.

"This brother Fang is a wonderful person." The fat man looked at Fang Zheng's direction away with a smile.

"It's wonderful, I don't know how to be a human being." The Thai king's eyes were much more complicated than those of the fat man.

"I am a little unrestrained, but I am still very loyal to my friends, otherwise I wouldn't have had a lot of friends with him." The fat man smiled.

The King of Thailand smiled without saying a word, looked up at the purple gold mountain in the distance, took a deep breath, turned around and smiled at the literati and scholars, "The autumn wind is so refreshing, how can you climb the high place without wine? After I get it, I will go up the mountain and find a place to recite the poems well. How about you guys?"

Everyone agreed.

He sent Yanran back to the villa, and Fang Zheng returned to the mansion alone.

After careful preparation and repair, the entire house was completely renewed, and it looked dignified and grand from the inside out. Originally, Mr. Fang proposed to replace the black-bottomed "Fang Mansion" plaque at the gate with a black-bottomed "Zhongyong Bo Mansion" with a black-bottomed gold letter. After all, Fang Zheng is now an official, and he is a Qin-pun Zhongyong Bo. If there is a plaque from the merchant family at the door, Mr. Fang is afraid of embarrassing his son.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng refused without thinking. At that time, he was sitting on the recliner in the courtyard, crossing his legs while lazily saying to Butler Sun: "What plaque should I change? A little count, is it worth it? When I become a Duke one day, we will change the size of the big one..."

He has great ambitions, but his tone is worthy of a beating.

While the two elders of the Fang family and the servants were waiting anxiously, Yang Duqing, the Minister of Rites, finally came slowly.

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 gentle temperament. Because he is under the emperor's order, he wears formal official uniforms. Although he deliberately has a stern face to show the seriousness of the emperor's order, his eyes still smile from time to time when he looks at Fang Zheng.

"This old man should be easier to deal with than Wei Chengde." Fang Zheng said silently in his heart. Although Wei Chengde was righteous, he was too old-fashioned and far less cordial than the Minister of Rites in front of him.

Seeing that the gate of Fang Mansion was opened and the red carpet was paved, the whole family and all the servants stood respectfully in front of him to greet him, Yang Duqing couldn't help but feel a little glorious. Although Fang Zheng was just a small fifth-rank official, Yang Duqing did not dare to be arrogant and rude in front of him. Putting aside his about to become the princess and son-in-law, he was the new favorite of the emperor and the grandfather of the holy family. Maybe he would fly up to the high branch at any time. Yang Duqing didn't dare to treat him as a small fifth-rank official. Seeing that the Fang family received him with such a high standard, it seemed that Fang Zheng was not arrogant because of his favor, which made Yang Duqing feel a little better in his heart.

"Oh! Lord Fang is so polite. I am so solemn, so I am ashamed of being so proud!" Yang Duqing got off the official sedan chair at the door of Fang's mansion. Before the Fang family could come forward, he smiled and greeted him.

Fang Zheng curled his lips secretly and thought to himself, do you think I am willing? If my father hadn't insisted on doing it so grandly, it was me who would come in and have a cup of hot tea. After the matter was discussed, he would leave quickly. Who is patient with the carpet and the opera troupe...

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at Yang Duqing: "Mr. Yang is the envoy of the emperor, and he is also the matchmaker of Princess Changping and the lower official. This should be the case, hehe."

According to the Chinese custom, the emperor gave the princess a marriage to the ministers, which was not as simple as giving the imperial edict to marry the princess. Generally, the Minister of Rites came to the door first, proposed marriage to the ministers, and declared the emperor's grace to him. Then the officials of the Ministry of Rites worked with the royal family and the man's family to handle the pre-marriage matters. After all the preparations were done, the emperor officially issued the marriage imperial edict, which was natural. Therefore, the Minister of Rites was naturally accepted by the title of matchmaker.

Everyone exchanged greetings at the door, and Fang Zheng introduced his father to him. Yang Duqing still did not dare to neglect the businessman, and called him "Brother Fang", which scared Mr. Fang to the point of being at a loss and dared not even dare to do so. Merchants were considered a low-key career in ancient times, and even craftsmen and coachmen were not as good as those of craftsmen and coachmen in terms of social status. The officials of the court's ritual department in front of him discussed friendship with him, but they taught Mr. Fang to be very uncomfortable.

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky, thinking that if they were so polite at the door, they would not have to do anything this day, and they could just bow at the door.

"Dad, let's ask Lord Yang to come in and talk. It's too rude to always stand at the door." Fang Zheng reminded in a low voice.

Mr. Fang's face turned solemn and he quickly invited him to invite him.

The house was laid out in a luxurious manner. Under the leadership of the butler, the servants stood in the corridor consciously, neatly without losing their demeanor. It seemed that the butler's rehearsal resulted in several days, which was enough to prove the Fang family's attention to the emperor's marriage.

Shangshu Yang’s purpose today is to express the emperor’s intention to marry a daughter, and to communicate with the man’s family in advance about the etiquette and process of getting married, so that there will be no links or inconsistent phenomena during getting married, which will make the royal family and the Fang family ugly.

Of course, the protagonist is Master Fang, but he is not familiar with the so-called wedding ceremony in ancient times, especially the royal family's wedding. I heard that it is even more cumbersome, and Fang Zheng feels a headache when he thinks of it. If it is not so troublesome in his previous life, the couple happily get a certificate, and then they call each other for a meal, and then they can go to the bridal chamber. In order to achieve the purpose of the bridal chamber as soon as possible, all the cumbersome formalism process before the bridal chamber is simplified. This is a true humanistic manifestation, much more kind than in ancient times.

Fang Zheng sat in the front hall blankly, thinking about it in his mind, and his thoughts floated to nowhere. Mr. Fang and Yang Duqing were like old friends who had seen each other, and the atmosphere of the conversation was warm and friendly. After the two of them exchanged greetings, they began to formally discuss the marriage. Fang Zheng really couldn't understand it. Na Cai, asked for the name, Naji, etc. Fang Zheng was as confused as a dog looking at the stars, and vaguely heard what to say that he wanted to catch a few geese with his own hands... Damn! Is this a marriage or a slander? Do I have the ability to catch geese?

Since he couldn't understand, Fang Zheng had to start dazing again and leave the topic for the two elders to fully play.

At the entrance of the front hall, the people stood upright and looked straight, which was more standard than the military posture. But Fang Zheng knew that all of these people were pretending. Usually, everyone was laughing and laughing, but they didn't have a straight face. I don't know if the rules of the Fang family were not strict enough or the owners of the Fang family were not very arrogant. Anyway, the people respected the owners, but they were not afraid. Today, everyone was so honest, because they were afraid that the Fang family would lose face in front of the imperial envoy, so they pretended to be honest for the first time. This was probably due to the collective sense of honor of a member of the Fang family.

Fang Zheng suddenly found a small head hiding behind the porch pillar, sneaking into the front hall, dressed in a blue dress and a green hat, dressed in a servant.

It’s not that Fang Zheng’s sharp eyes, but that the servants are too honest today, so this dishonest servant’s behavior is particularly prominent.

Fang Zheng glared at him fiercely. This young master is so active that he has just sat down honestly today. Who is so bold that he dares to sneak and peek at him?

Looking closely, I saw this man's eyes were beautiful, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his beautiful eyes were smiling and infinite longing, looking at him affectionately.

"Damn!" After seeing the person's appearance, Fang Zheng blurted out, his eyes suddenly burst out.

Yang Duqing and Mr. Fang were discussing the "Naji" link. Suddenly, he heard Fang Zheng's words shocking. Shangshu Yang's gray eyebrows were raised and he asked curiously: "Master Fang, how dare you ask what is 'Damn'?"

"Ah? Uh... Lord Yang heard it wrong, haha, what I said is... I'm anxious, right! I'm anxious! Uh, the two of you will discuss first, and you'll go back..."

After saying that, Fang Zheng lifted the hem of the official robe and ran out without caring about Yang Duqing's astonished gaze and rolled his eyes secretly.

I ran to the corridor of the front hall and looked around, but I could not see Yi Renfang. I was about to ask someone, but I saw a slim back at the end of the corridor. When I saw him coming out, I smiled at him, waved, and ran to the inner courtyard.

Fang Zheng was happy and followed him and found her in a secluded garden. She was standing under a tree of osmanthus, looking at Fang Zheng with a smile and anger, unable to hide the joy contained in her eyes.

Then the beauty chuckled, jumped up, grabbed Fang Zheng's neck, and said happily: "Say! Do you miss me?"

No need to guess, this beauty must be Changping.

Fang Zheng was so surprised that when she was strangled by her neck, she disappeared. The little girl was very erect and looked like she was venting the joy of reunion after a long separation, but it could not rule out that she had the possibility of murdering her prospective husband.

Fang Zheng was like a duck that was grabbed by someone and lifted up his neck. He kept waving his hands and feet, and tried his best to put a sentence from his throat: "...Pinch again... and you will be...widow..."

Changping was so scared that he let out his little hand, helping him to strok his chest and breathe, and said in a word: "Does it hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable? I...I...I...I didn't mean it..."

Fang Zheng was not angry yet and couldn't speak, so he just gave Changping a thumbs up. The lethality of his wife when she got married home is too great. Do I really have to think about breaking the engagement carefully? If she gets so excited about playing, she strangled me to death on the bed, how will future generations evaluate me, the short-lived princess, prince consort and first-class loyal and brave uncle? Is it the only way to die? Or is it the jealousy of God?

"Why are you here? Didn't your father lock you in the palace and not allow you to go out?" Fang Zheng asked after he was angry.

Changping curled his lips: "Tsk! How can the palace lock me up? I will go out naturally if I want to go out."

Awesome! I really treat the palace as her backyard. Come whenever I want, and leave whenever I want. - Don't say, no matter from any perspective, the palace is really her backyard...

Looking at Changping's arrogant little look, it exactly matches Fang Zheng's image as a tricky and arrogant princess in his mind.

"Aren't you afraid that your father will punish you?" The old emperor failed enough. His five sons and three daughters were none of them that were easy to deal with.

Changping said angrily: "You are so embarrassed to say? Mom...Hehe, I asked you, I have been locked in the palace for so long, why don't you go to see me? Tell me! Are there anyone outside?"

Why does this line sound so familiar?

Fang Zheng gave her a blank look: "Nonsense, don't you know if there is anyone outside me? Your father has sent me another errand recently. I am as tired as a dog every day. If you want me to accompany you often, go and tell your father that he should stop messing with me and work for the court for so long. I don't even know what my salary looks like. I'm going to marry a wife, but I'm so poor that I'm almost begging for food. Do you think, you want a horse to run away and don't eat grass? Where can I find such a beautiful thing in the world? My father-in-law just met such a silly son-in-law, who was so honest that he would give up the ball if someone else had changed..."

Fang Zheng complained when he talked about this and said it for most of the day without hesitation. Changping couldn't help it: "...You bastard! I worked hard to meet you. As soon as you met, you would talk to me about these things, or do you still have a conscience?"

Fang Zheng suddenly realized, yes, it should be sweet words now. Why do you say disappointing words when you are in love with me? Keep these complaints and I will appeal to the emperor tomorrow.

He hugged Changping in his arms and kept warm and warm. Changping finally calmed down his anger and gently punched Fang Zheng several times, turning anger into joy.

"Hey, why did you get into my house? Why didn't you see the servants coming to inform me?" Fang Zheng hugged Changping from behind, and his hands were moving unhonestly. Changping's body smelled very fragrant. I don't know if it was her natural body fragrance or if it was standing under the osmanthus tree and the fragrance of osmanthus was stained with a little bit of osmanthus fragrance. Fang Zheng was a little distracted.

Changping gasped slightly, his pretty face had already turned red, and he whispered in a low voice: "Go to you! Do I need to sneak in? I ordered the coachman to park my carriage at the back door of your house, and then walked in with a swagger."

After saying that, his long flat little nose wrinkled proudly, and he was extremely cute.

Fang Zheng was stunned: "Didn't my guards stop you?"

"No, they knew it was extremely noble when they looked at my carriage. Who dared to stop me?"

"Damn!" Fang Zheng couldn't help but curse: "These guards are too irresponsible and snob! They will fire them all tomorrow! Humph! They won't ask if they drive a good car? They will let them pass? Are those who drive a good car must be good people?"
Chapter completed!