Fang Zheng was shocked when he heard this. He seemed to have said too much, but... I didn't mean that.

"It's just a metaphor, just a metaphor. Gu Mi'er, don't misunderstand..." Fang Zheng hurriedly explained.

"Tell me! Why did I become a bad guy?" Changping bared his teeth at him, his snow-white teeth shining in the sun.

"Good man! My good Mi'er is of course a good man..." Fang Zheng hugged Changping in his arms with a smile, and said to him, and soon calmed Changping's anger. Fang Zheng was still very good at dealing with the little woman who was angry.

"Hey! You said that my father has sent you another errand recently, what errands? There are so many civil and military people in the court, why do you always use your order?" Changping leaned obliquely in Fang Zheng's arms and said unhappily. The girl was outgoing, and this was really true. Before the person could pass the door, he began to speak up for his husband.

Fang Zheng was moved and said, "Mi'er loves me the most..." After thinking about it, Changping was about to become his wife, and it was impossible to hide the shadow matter from her, so it would be okay to tell her the truth.

"Your father ordered me to set up a...well, a spy agency..." Then he explained to Changping what "spy" is.

"Ah! Why didn't you call me earlier?" Changping looked excited after hearing this, his beautiful eyes shiny, and like a naughty child, he found a new toy.

"What do you want to do?" Fang Zheng took a step back, his face full of vigilance.

Changping pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve: "You must bring me with you when you go out to do business in the future!"

"Don't mess around! What do you think you're playing house? You'll lose your head if you accidentally, what's fun?" This girl went crazy. She wanted to get into a high-risk sex job like a spy.

"Hmph! What are you afraid of! You can command them, why can't I? I have practiced martial arts, have you practiced?" Changping seemed to have found a sense of superiority in this regard.

It is said that a woman has no talent and virtue. What kind of martial arts are she practicing for no reason? Is she considered virtuous or unethical?

"No, no, no! Nothing can be said." Fang Zheng refused firmly. A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old likes to play and make fun of. Fang Zheng can understand, but he cannot allow his wife to play so unreasonable. As a shadow leader, he is the most clear about the dangers of spies' work. Investigate the enemy's situation and collect information. If the enemy is discovered by mistake, he will definitely die. I really don't know why Changping is interested in this.

"It's really not possible?" Changping's pretty face collapsed, and his tone was a bit threatening.

"No." This is a principle and cannot be compromised.

Changping had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, pinched his fists, and his fingers rattled, approaching him step by step. Unfortunately, his acting skills were a little slow, and there was no sense of gloomy and perseverance that made people feel dead to the forefront. There was a bit of prank light flashing in his big beautiful eyes from time to time.

Fang Zheng glanced at her sideways, what is this? Is it a role-playing? I don’t like the way you attack me and I will play. If I get married in the future, I can attack her in bed.

After looking at the sky, Fang Zheng suddenly remembered that he had left Shangshu Yang in the front hall. It was so rude that he had to go back and greet him quickly.

With one hand pointed to the sky, Fang Zheng looked surprised: "Huh? Alien!"

Changping couldn't help but look around. Seeing that there was nothing strange in the sky, he knew he was deceived and hurriedly turned around. Sure enough, there was no trace in front of him.

"You bastard! I will catch you and I won't pinch you to death!" Changping gritted his teeth and chased after him.

Fang Zheng was proud while running. This move was used to escape from the shell and repeatedly test. Those who were deceived had assassins in front and princesses in the back. This was really a must-have magic weapon for a long time.

Fang Zheng ran to the front hall, and Yang Duqing and Mr. Fang were still discussing the wedding. Seeing Fang Zheng rushing in, the two of them couldn't help but look at him in shock.

"Zheng'er, why are you so panicked?" My son is now an official. With outsiders present, Mr. Fang will certainly not be too embarrassed to give him face, so his tone is relatively calm.

"Uh, nothing..." Fang Zheng turned around and looked around. Seeing that Changping did not catch up, he felt relieved, wiped his sweat, bowed and smiled dryly: "Xiaguan has long admired Lord Yang's reputation, and wished he could meet him all the time. Even if he went to the toilet, he was as fast as thunder and as fast as lightning. He hurried back to see you, haha..."

Fang Zheng opened his eyes and talked nonsense, but his mind was on Changping. I wonder if this girl would chase him here. If she broke in, she would be very happy. Alas, try to avoid making such half-true jokes with her in the future, which would easily cause trouble.

"Master Fang is too polite. Haha, please sit down and let's continue to discuss." Yang Duqing had seen the storm. Obviously, Fang Zheng's words were too exaggerated, insincere and absent-minded flattery could not impress him.

"Haha, OK, OK..." Fang Zheng thought for a while, stood up again, closed the two doors in the front hall, and then sat down with confidence.

"Zheng'er, why are you?" Mr. Fang felt incomprehensible about Fang Zheng's strange behavior of closing the door in broad daylight.

"The wind is strong outside, haha, the wind is strong, let's talk about it, the Dharma is not passed on to Liu Er..." After counting, the three of them had six ears, so they changed their words and said, "...Eight ears."

Mr. Fang took advantage of Yang Duqing's failure to pay attention and glared at Fang Zheng fiercely.

Yang Duqing coughed twice and said seriously: "Mr. Fang, as usual, I will marry a minister to the princess. After marriage, His Highness of the princess must live in the princess's mansion. Moreover, as a minister of the princess, he cannot live with the princess. If you want to meet again, you must apply to the princess's mansion in advance and wait for the princess's call at home. You must meet no more than three times a month..."

“…………”

Fang Zheng's eyes were straightened when he heard this. The emperor, Fatty, and others had never mentioned these rules to him. He was only allowed to meet him three times a month. He had to report it first and wait for the review from him. This... is this a fucking life for human beings? Why does it feel more difficult than visiting prisons?

Mr. Fang also sat in a daze and said nothing. Although Mr. Fang was old and experienced, he did not know about the royal rules before.

The father and son looked at each other blankly, and Fang Zheng suddenly jumped up as if he was stabbed by a needle and shouted loudly: "What kind of bullshit rule is this! Is this like marrying a wife? It is obviously a prisoner serving his sentence! No! I will come to the palace to see the emperor, and I will not change this bastard rule. I wear red shorts and sit quietly at the door of the Forbidden Palace to protest! See who is embarrassing to see!"

Yang Duqing quickly grabbed Fang Zheng and said, "Stop being angry, calm down! I haven't finished speaking yet..."

"What else do you want to say? Tell me quickly! I'm in a hurry..." Fang Zheng said impatiently with his blood-covered eyes. He was a little unreasonable. Such a marriage that was in name only is a tragedy for him and Changping. He planned to go out and confront the emperor today and fight back his own happiness.

Yang Duqing smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Fang is too impatient. I mean that rules are rules, but the emperor is so kind that he can make an exception and allow Princess Changping to live with you after marriage. As for living in the current Fang Mansion or establishing another courtyard, Lord Fang and His Highness are the ones who decide. In short, the emperor said that since Your Highness has married Lord Fang, who is a civilian, everything will be done according to the rules of the civilian family..."

I see!

Master Fang turned his worries into joy when he heard this. Fang Zheng had already smiled. He was so worried that he patted Yang Duqing on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Yang, please don't breathe so much in the future? Who would I be scared to death by you? His princess became before he even passed..."

"Shut up!" Mr. Fang couldn't help but scold, "Don't say these unlucky words on a happy day, it's unlucky!"

Yang Duqing stroked his long and elegant beard and smiled: "Mr. Fang is young and promising. The emperor gave His Highness the Princess to the Fang family, which shows how the emperor valued him..."

Mr. Fang has a glorious face. After all, it is a very honorable thing to marry a princess of the current dynasty in any case. This matter will be recorded in the family genealogy of the Fang family. How can he not make his face shine?

After stroking his long beard gracefully, Mr. Fang laughed and said, "We are promoted to the little people and can be favored by the emperor. It is really a great kindness. The Fang family is full of feelings. I have long known that Princess Changping is smart, dignified, elegant, and virtuous, and is a good match for my son..."

Mr. Fang hadn't finished speaking yet, but unexpectedly, the front hall door was kicked open with someone. Changping stood at the door with an angry look on his face, as inviolable as a god descending to earth. He was picking up a big wooden stick in his hand that he picked up from somewhere, pinched the sword and smiled at the sky, and was like a flower actress on the stage who appeared on the stage, and even sang: "Bastard Fang! Come on your life!"

“…………”

Silence, dead silence.

The three people in the room were stunned by the sudden change, and they all looked at Changping in a daze, as if they had been petrified.

Changping was playing in a hurry, and he didn't notice that there were other people in the room. His pretty eyes were just staring at Fang Zheng, and he picked up the wooden stick and held it in a starting position. Then he clanged the drum beat and rushed in.

Fang Zheng closed his eyes in pain, held his forehead and sighed heavily, his face turned green. It's a sin! Why did I marry such a wife? Didn't you see any outsiders in the house? A prodigal girl, you've lost all your face! Fortunately, I was planning to help you win happiness just now...

"You... are your... Princess Changping?" Yang Duqing deserves to be the Minister of Rites. He is used to the strong storms and waves. He came to his senses first and asked hesitantly.

"Ah? Uh..." Changping, who was very excited, was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and saw that there were two other people standing in the house, one was the Minister of Rites, and the other was... his future father-in-law.

Changping felt a bolt from the blue, slashing hard on the spiritual hole above his head.

It's over and it's all ruined! I worked hard to please my future parents-in-law, and finally established a virtuous and virtuous royal princess in their hearts, making them praise me and hoped that I would quickly pass the door and be their daughter-in-law. Now that I'm making such a fuss, what should I do? I just looked like, let alone the Fang family, no matter which elders of any civilian family can allow it! It's all because of that bastard. I had to make me mess with him, otherwise I wouldn't have such a big ugly thing today!

Just like a bucket of extremely hot boiled water poured on her head, her face quickly turned blood-red, and her expression changed from anger at the beginning to surprise, shock, shame, and then she was completely speechless, lowering her head and dared not see anyone.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but sigh, how could a person's expression change so quickly in an instant? Could it be that Changping was bored at home recently and was playing with changing his face in front of the mirror?

Mr. Fang stared at Changping with disbelief. He praised Changping as "intelligent, dignified, elegant, virtuous and kind" just now. Before he finished speaking, Changping made a big wooden stick and made a brilliant appearance. This unexpected surprise (flying disaster?) made Mr. Fang feel a little dizzy...

Yang Duqing had quickly calmed down, and saw the expressions of everyone in the room. A smile quickly slid across his face. Then he closed his eyes tactfully, pondering like an old monk entering into meditation, wandering around.

Looking at Changping's helpless and pitiful little look, Fang Zheng sighed inwardly, "What does your husband do for?" Of course, it was to clean up the mess for his wife who was in trouble.

After coughing twice, Fang Zheng gave a quick look at Changping, who was helpless. Changping woke up from his extreme shame. Looking around, he saw that he was still holding the wooden stick tightly in his hand. - I really don't know how to live or die!

Changping was stunned, then seemed to be startled and shouted, "Ah! How could there be a stick here?" Then he quickly let go and threw it aside, and as if he was fine, he gently moved his lotus steps, walked to Master Fang, and said in a soft and soft voice: "Mi'er greets Uncle Fang..."

The standard of manners, the lady of demeanor, and the gentle voice of the voice. The ladies who have been in the deep palace and boudoir for many years are beyond the reach of the world. The scene where Changping evil spirits chased his husband Fang Zheng just now seemed like an illusion and had never happened.

Mr. Fang and Yang Duqing stroked their beards, kept their fixed posture motionless, staring at the princess with an extreme personality in a daze.

Fang Zheng was not much better, and he couldn't laugh or cry. He felt mixed emotions. This girl had been with me for a long time, and her shameless appearance was quite as charming as I did back then! I really don't know if I should cry or laugh if I have this beautiful wife in my life.

A girl in Changping was so over-played in front of her elders, so she was embarrassed and angry. But how to do this? The image of a lady who was trying hard to maintain in front of Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang collapsed. Will she continue to chase or apologize? It was not appropriate. She had to imitate Fang Zheng's shameless appearance, throw away the wooden stick, and greet her as if nothing had happened. Just like an ostrich in the desert bury his head in the sand when he encountered danger, begging the enemy to ignore its eye-catching body exposed outside.

Fang Zheng quickly glanced at the two old men who were in a petrochemical state, turned his eyes, then slapped the table hard, and said angrily: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Changping was not stupid either. He heard this and immediately became happy and asked at the right time: "...why should he sing?"

Fang Zheng coughed and said in a deep voice: "Look at it well! Finally, let me demonstrate it to you."

Then Fang Zheng used a common "cloud hand to appear" on the stage, and kept stepping out with the drum beats in his mouth.

Changping looked suddenly enlightened and said, "Oh! So that's how it is!"

Then Changping followed Fang Zheng's appearance, stepped on the drum beats "clang clang", and ran out of the front hall quickly.

Only Master Fang and Yang Duqing were left in the house looking at each other.

Mr. Fang pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "...I'm really relieved to learn opera and have not yet gotten married."
Chapter completed!