Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he asked for the attempted debt. He thought that the boy who gave money would come to him and would make money from all over the world to alleviate his current financial difficulties. Unexpectedly, the boy who gave money was now exhausted and was already poor and clean, which made Master Fang very angry.

"Then why are you looking for me?" Fang Zheng said angrily. In his eyes, Mr. Wu basically has no other function except repaying money. - Fang Zheng cannot be blamed for being snob. It can only be said that this society has a clear division of labor. Some people are born to live a free life of lying at home to count money, while others are born to have a grandson who owe money. Mr. Wu belongs to the latter.

Mr. Wu smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Fang...didn't you say before that if Caomin has the information from Pan's house, the money that Caomin owes you can be written off, and will he also give Caomin the antidote to the root-breaking antidote together?"

"Hmm? It seems that I did say... do you have information?" Fang Zheng glanced at him sideways, not believing that this kid could say any valuable information.

Mr. Wu smiled with a flattering face: "Yes! There is important information!"

"Tell me, I have to listen to it before making a judgment." Fang Zheng refused to comment.

"Since he listened to Lord Fang's orders, Caomin immediately got in touch with Pan Tao, the eldest son of Shangshu Pan in the shortest time..."

"Wait a minute! What does it mean to 'get connected'?" Fang Zheng looked up and down suspiciously and said in surprise: "... Could it be that Pan Tao likes to walk on the dry road, and in order to complete the task, you endured humiliation and made his bunny baby?"

Mr. Wu was stunned for a while when he heard this, he wanted to express his sincere respect to the rich imagination of the Lord Fang in front of him. He stumbled on his lips a few times, but he still didn't know how to speak.

"Mr. Fang... Lord Fang, you're thinking too much..." Mr. Wu couldn't help laughing and crying: "The so-called relationship is actually the method you taught me, the money is used to open the way, and deliberately curry favor with him. Taking advantage of Pan Tao's opportunity to buy my wine, we got to know him. Then Caomin hangs out with Pan Tao and other officials and other officials every day, and his hard work pays off. Pan Tao finally treats me as his own person..."

Fang Zheng praised: "It's not bad, I underestimated you before. It seems that you are born to play infernal affairs. What information have you obtained?"

Mr. Wu pleased and smiled: "I asked Lord Fang for blessing. Caomin really got some news. I don't know if it's useful to you. A few days ago, Pan Tao was a little uneasy. Caomin asked him tentatively, but he didn't say anything. Later, he drank with him once. He drank too much and told me with his tongue, saying something was wrong with the Pan Mansion in recent days. His father, also known as the Secretary of Shangshu, locked himself in the study room all day, and he didn't know what he was doing. The two young masters went to pay their respects and were also treated with their servants.

They blocked the guards in Pan's mansion also strengthened a lot, and the number of patrols day and night was obviously more intense than usual, and the defense was getting stricter. Also, Lin Qingshan, Pan's confidant, has been in and out of Pan's mansion in the past few days, and has been in and out of Pan's mansion more than ten times a day. Pan Tao has known Lin Qingshan for a long time. He said that although Lin Qingshan appears to be leisurely, he looks anxious and behaves abnormally. Pan Tao said that based on these situations, there may be major changes in the mansion recently."

Fang Zheng touched his chin and began to think about it. He first wondered whether Mr. Wu’s words were true or false. After all, he caused him a lot and it was hard to guarantee that he would not have a condom to secretly criticize himself. Later, he thought it was unlikely that if this kid had the courage, he would not be so unbearable when he hit him. Besides, the information he received had no intuitive impact on him and there was no trap.

So what he said is true? What has Lao Pan been busy with recently? Last time in the court, he looked at his posture and was so ill that he was only left with a breath, and was waiting to kick his legs. Why did he become more and more lively when he got home? What is this old guy’s idea?

Mr. Wu stood in front of him. Fang Zheng had no time to think about it and said with a smile: "Can you enter and exit the Pan Mansion?"

Mr. Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Caomin and Pan Tao have a good relationship. In the past, they could still visit Pan Tao. But a few days ago, a message from the Pan Mansion was heard that Old Shangshu Pan wanted to calm down and recuperate. Pan Mansion refused all visitors, so...ah!"

Huh! Even the visitors declined. Does Shangshu Pan want to be an old otakus at home?

For the first time in his life, Fang Zheng felt how important the information was. The current situation was that all the shadows were sent out, but they gained nothing. Old Pan was tinkering with something shameful in his study, and there were so many eyes outside the mansion, so he couldn't insert the needle and water, and he was wandering around outside his wall like he was blind.

This old guy must be holding his energy and trying to make something bad! Fang Zheng came to this affirmative conclusion.

The shadow organization must be developed as soon as possible, infiltrate shadows into various channels, and learn about Lao Pan's movements as quickly as possible. Even if the old guy hides in the study and learns Dongfang Bubai's embroidery, he must know whether he is embroidering mandarin ducks or ducks.

After calming down, Fang Zheng smiled at Mr. Wu who was full of anticipation: "Xiao Wu, you did a good job in this matter. Well, I am very pleased. At the critical moment, you can maintain a firm position and a clear stand. This is not easy..."

Mr. Wu secretly complained in his heart. How old are you? You speak so old, why do you feel like you are urging your grandson?

"...I can't determine whether the information you said is valuable at the moment. In this way, you can get closer to Pan Tao. No matter what method you use, you must make more words from him. The more the better. Don't miss every word and report it to me."

He patted Mr. Wu's shoulder kindly, Fang Zheng smiled like a snake in the Garden of Eden that seduced Eve to eat the forbidden fruit: "Think about it, once this matter is done, you will be debt-free and relieve the poison on your body. How beautiful it is. Your life will be bright and go straight to the prosperity. The grand wishes you made and the lofty ideals you set will no longer be empty and pale. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will realize them one by one, as if you have put on strong wings, freely spreading your wings between the blue sky and the white clouds, soaring, soaring, and soaring..."

With the tail sound effect specially created, Fang Zheng's hand pointed forward firmly and forcefully, and imagined a bright future with Mr. Wu...

Finally, the brainwashed Master Wu was full of hesitation and ambition, and was fooled by Fang Zheng, and his face was filled with a bright smile when he left. Fang Zheng believed that with just one sentence, Master Wu was fully capable of selling his shorts as a product to his father at a sky-high price, and developing his father into a downline...

In fact, not all the ancients were smart, and some were stupid. - Fang Zheng once again concluded that Master Fang's conclusions were usually correct.

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In the Prince's Mansion.

The back hall after the autumn is a bit cold. When the autumn wind blows, the scattered fallen leaves in front of the hall are lightly lifted up and swaying to the ground.

The prince was half closed and was listening to music and playing the pipa.

The musician is named Sisi, who is only sixteen years old and is deeply loved by the prince. The prince likes the murderous aura of gold and stone faintly spreading from the sound of her pipa, which makes his blood boil as hot as boiling hot water, and has a sense of abusive pleasure to tear everything apart and destroy everything.

He prefers to press Sisi under his body, looking at her with a calm expression, moaning softly under him, crying and complaining, and rejoicing like a fight or intercourse between a man and a snake spirit. Whenever this time, he is inexplicably manic, always trying to reach out and hold something hard, but his tentacles are soft that makes him feel insecure, just like the woman under him.

Fan Rui stood respectfully outside the back door, motionless, and his head lowered. He had been in this position for more than half an hour, and the pipa song did not stop, and he did not dare to disturb the prince's elegant pleasure.

Finally, the loud and fierce sound of gold and stone gradually eased, and the empty apse echoed the end of the pipa until it completely disappeared, and the entire apse fell into silence.

After gently patting his palms, the prince stood up with a smile on his face, as gentle and elegant as usual: "Si Si's pipa is always heard, and the more he listens, the more he likes it, haha."

Sisi looked happy, looked at the prince with pretty eyes, then looked at Fan Rui standing outside the hall, thanked him softly, and withdrew with the pipa with tactful tact.

Fan Rui walked up and whispered: "Your Highness, General Qin Chong has been waiting outside the hall for a long time."

The prince was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "I am addicted to the sound of the pipa and can't extricate myself. I'm still neglecting General Qin. Please invite him in."

Fan Rui responded with respect, turned around and walked out, and then led a young general in his thirties in.

The prince smiled and went up to him, "General Qin, I was so rude that I was just watching the music and just kept my mind away. I hope the general should not blame him."

Qin Chong is the one who leads the army. Although his appearance is ordinary, his years of experience in leading the army adds a bit of cold and hard and murderous aura to his ordinary face, making his whole body look like a sharp sword out of the sheath, showing his sharpness, making people dare not look at him.

Qin Chong pulled the corner of his mouth, knelt down on one knee and said, "I will pay homage to His Highness the Crown Prince."

The prince was obviously quite satisfied with Qin Chong's actions. It was not until Qin Chong completely bowed down that he pretended to be dissatisfied and came forward to support Qin Chong, and said lightly: "General Qin, you and Gu are your own people, do you need these red tape? You are too polite. In the future, don't kneel in front of Gu in the future. You are the general and the person who leads the troops. Even if a soldier dies, you have to die standing there!"

Qin Chong's eyes flashed with a complicated look when he heard this. His background was very ordinary, as surprising as his appearance. He bid farewell to his hometown's elders ten years ago and went to the capital alone. With the willingness to join the army and serve the country, he participated in the martial arts examination that year and passed the martial arts examination. He thought he could then wear a golden armor and a steel gun in his hand, leading the soldiers to the northern front line to fight against the Turks, but the emperor ignored him and threw him into the imperial guards and served as a small captain.

The talent was not met, and the pearl was covered with dust. These are no longer enough to describe his mood. Over the past ten years, with his true skills, he gritted his teeth and was promoted from a captain to a general, and then to a general. Two years ago, he met the prince. The prince treated him enthusiastically and sincerely. He finally made up his mind to follow the prince.

"The good wind will send me to the Qingyun with its power." He also became the deputy general of the Imperial Guard as he wished. However, he always hoped to leave the capital and guard the border. He always felt that there was his destination.

The prince didn't know the mixed feelings in Qin Zhong's heart. He smiled faintly and said, "I asked you to come today. I have something to discuss with you."

Qin Chong knew that the so-called "controversy" in the prince's words was just a polite statement, and he could only understand it as an order.

Qin Chong bowed and clasped his fists and said, "Please give orders to the Crown Prince."

The prince smiled and said, "Sun Dewang, the garrison general in the capital, did you know this?"

Qin nodded: "I will know a few days ago."

"Old General Sun retired, but the position of garrison in the capital has been vacant. The position of garrison in the capital is extraordinary..."

Qin Chong raised his head and glanced at the prince, knowing in his heart what the prince wanted to say.

Sure enough, the prince smiled as usual and said, "General Qin has been in the imperial guards for so many years. He is only able to stand alone in the imperial guards in terms of qualifications, abilities, and loyalty. I plan to recommend you to my father to take on this position. I wonder what General Qin wants?"

The last question can be regarded as nonsense. I have known the prince for more than two years. He has some understanding of the prince's nature. The prince's decision is unwilling to oppose his subordinates. The meaning of the sentence "What do you think" is actually asking you whether to follow the order or choose to die.

Qin Chong is not a fool, his choice is wise.

"I will obey His Highness the Crown Prince's arrangements."

The prince smiled with satisfaction, and his whole body relaxed, as if he had just completed his last sprint on Sisi, satisfied and reminiscent...

Before leaving, Qin Chong looked at the prince's unpredictable smile and suddenly felt a little cold behind him. He hesitated for a while, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"General Qin has something to say?" The prince's eyes never left him.

After thinking about it, Qin Chong clasped his fists and said, "Zheng Yansong, the deputy general of the Shenwu Army, seems to be deliberately forming the last general recently, but for some reason."

The prince was slightly stunned and then smiled and said, "It's okay, it's fine if you know it."

Unable to get the answer from the prince, Qin Chong had to bow and take a break with confusion.

Seeing Qin Chong walking away, Fan Rui walked up and whispered: "Zheng Yansong of the Shenwu Army is the confidant of General Zhao Hu. When he goes to win over Qin Chong, there must be a mystery in it..."

The prince smiled and said, "It's not a mystery. The lonely teacher held the chess piece in his hand and hesitated. Now he is afraid that he has made up his mind to make a move, haha."

"Then... Your Highness, we..."

"Isn't it beautiful to be a true gentleman who can't speak chess?" The prince's eyes were half-closed, and a little gloomy sometimes flashed through it.

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Ru in the backyard of Yuzhai.

After Mr. Wu left, Fang Zheng lazily lay on the lounge chair, closing his eyes and pondering.

He is thinking about life.

There are many things to think about in life. For the eldest young master, the most important thing at the moment is not to think of Pan Shangpiao’s protagonist in astronomy. He will collect all the beauties in the world and customize a super big bed. All his wives are lying naked on this bed. Of course, he must also be naked. Then he covers his eyes with a black cloth and plays the game of catching a chicken. Whenever he catches a wife, he will cross and circle with her, and then continue playing...

What a wonderful wish, I don’t know when I will get what I hope for…

"What is this bastard doing with his eyes closed and he is doing a shameful dream? His saliva is flowing down and he is still laughing so despicable." Changping's dissatisfied voice came from his ears.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes and smiled at Changping: "A teapot and countless tea cups, it's great to be a man!"

Changping asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Fang Zheng blinked at her: "I am a teapot and you are a cup. How great it is, it sounds much better than that stupid you are Feng'er and I am a sand..."

Changping also blinked at him: "How many tea cups are there?"

Fang Zheng pondered: "This... depends on how much women's compatriots suffer. Generally speaking, I can still accept more than 10 or 20. Do you remember the story of Journey to the West that I told you? Tang Seng went through the sutras and was so difficult. Why? It's just to save sentient beings from suffering. How difficult is Tang Seng? Who would provoke whom to take a sutra? Not only did there be demons who wanted to eat him, but also the female demon seduced him. Your husband, I am the same as him..."

Changping smiled so hard that his eyes turned into a crescent moon, and he said angrily: "You are so beautiful! When you return to Monk Tang, you are at most a pig Bajie."

Fang Zheng ignored her and said to herself: "It would be great if I were Tang Monk. As long as there was a female fairy seducing me, I would immediately obey her without saying a word..."

Changping smiled and said, "If you are Zhu Bajie, you can follow her..."
Chapter completed!