Xianya Pavilion in Yihong Garden was originally just a pavilion built among flowers. Later, the prince converted it into a large house with a wide area to facilitate him to host banquets here. The name Xianya Pavilion was not changed and has been used all the time.

Fang Zheng walked on the path of sheep intestines and smelled the scent of flowers all the way, which was rich and light, but he felt a little regretful. If so many flowers were picked, then distilled out high concentrations of alcohol and mixed the juice squeezed out of the petals into the alcohol, wouldn’t it become the first bottle of perfume in ancient times? Look, this young master is actually not a waste, and there is a way to get rich, he is just lazy.

Fan Rui walked in front to lead the way, and occasionally turned around and joked with Fang Zheng, introducing the various flowers on both sides of the road. His words were neither humble nor arrogant, and he was quite well-educated. Fang Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at him. This guy was not simple. The so-called deacon in the prince's mansion was probably because he was modest, and most of them were the roles of aides and counselors.

The two walked and chatted, and soon arrived at Xianya Pavilion. Xianya Pavilion is a wooden building with wide south and narrow north, irregular rectangular shapes in the north and south. The walls are built with rammed earth. The wooden doors made of two aquatic willows are half-closed and half-open. The whole house looks grand and elegant, without any royal luxury, but rather as simple as the residence of an old farmer in the countryside.

The prince is worthy of being a elegant man. No wonder so many famous and talented men are interested in the flower viewing meeting. In addition to the prince's fame and status, I am afraid that the prince himself is also a talented person.

Just imagine, a simple and elegant house among the flowers, bathed in the undefeated fragrance of flowers every day, burned a furnace of sandalwood in the house, read poetry and chanted, and with the breeze, a few colorful petals floated in from time to time, and danced naughtyly on the desk...

What happened at this time was naturally a light cup of tea, not a cup of cappuccino.

Every scholar yearns for this retro petty bourgeois artistic conception...

Standing outside the house, Fang Zheng looked around curiously. Fan Rui looked at Fang Zheng's expression, smiled proudly, and said, "Brother Fang, how about this?"

No wonder Fan Rui is arrogant. Every scene here is arranged by His Royal Highness himself. All the guests who have visited here applauded and praised it, saying that this place is a fairyland on earth, which is a collection of elegance in the world, and is unique ingenuity, and is integrated into poetry and painting. I believe that the ignorant Count in front of him can't find any other words to describe it except saying the word "good".

Sure enough, Fang Zheng nodded involuntarily and expressed his great affection for the room: "No," if you lay a large blanket on the open space outside the house, and then invite more than 20 red card girls on the Qinhuai River, and everyone took off their clothes and played with the eagle to catch the little **, it must be a different flavor..."

After saying that, Fang Zheng closed his eyes intoxicatedly, yyed the shy and bloody scene. Oh! It’s so embarrassing! Such an unclean picture is really too difficult for me to make it difficult for me to have ten or eight, but twenty or twenty are probably a bit overwhelmed...

Fan Rui was stunned: "…………”

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What is "summer insects cannot speak ice"? What is "no matter how much you say without speculation"? What is "burning the piano and boiling the crane"?

This is probably the case now.

Fan Rui was ashen with a blue face, and was angrily leading the way. Fang Zheng walked behind with an innocent face, muttering vaguely: "What did I say wrong? Why did this guy turn against me just by saying that he would turn against me?"

There seems to be infinite grievances in words.

Walking in the corridor outside Xianya Pavilion, Fang Zheng was not careful while thinking, and suddenly felt that he had bumped into a soft object. He was so scared that he quickly took a step back and heard a cry: "Oh--"

I was sure, and I ran into a woman, a beautiful woman. This woman was in her 28 years old, with her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as Furong. Maybe she was hurt by Fang Zheng. She was frowning slightly, looking at him with shame and annoyance.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but be stunned. - What a cabbage!

Fang Zheng was a polite person. He rushed forward with a quick step, reached out to support her soft and weak body, and said hurriedly: "Sorry, did you get hurt? Where did you hit? I'll help you see..." Fang Zheng started to check from her soft and boneless jade hand, until his arm, upwards...

The woman began to struggle, her face turned red with shame, and she said anxiously: "Let go, let go!"

Fang Zheng was stunned and stopped his hand and touched his nose in disgust, saying, "...Haha, I didn't expect that the girl's elasticity was so good that she bounced me several steps with a touch. I admire her..." I don't know what he admired.

The girl blushed, glared at him with anger, and hurriedly moved the lotus steps and ran away.

"Even running is so charming and graceful, it's so cool..." Fang Zheng looked at the woman's back with covetous look, and his saliva gradually flowed out of control...

"Brother Fang, Mr. Fang!" Fan Rui's voice with anger sounded in his ears.

"Hmm?...what?" Fang Zheng replied.

After taking a deep breath, Fan Rui forced out an ugly smile: "Your Highness the Crown Prince has been waiting in there for a long time."

Fang Zheng suddenly woke up and quickly stepped into Xianya Pavilion with big steps. He found that the prince was sitting in the head of the front hall, looking at him with a smile.

Without saying a word, Natou bowed: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, has been waiting for a long time. I am really guilty of my crime - I deserve to die!"

The prince quickly stepped forward, helped Fang Zheng up, and said unhappily: "This is not the court. If Lord Fang still pays attention to these red tape, he will be out of the way."

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is full of domineering spirit. I can't help but bow to you."

The prince was quite happy when he heard this: "Oh? Is it so? The kingly spirit is domineering, haha, okay! Come and hold a banquet. I will stop after getting drunk with Lord Fang!"

Fang Zheng grinned secretly, what are the advantages of time travelers? It is not about making inventions when you come through, nor is it about firmly grasping the direction of history, but about scolding ancient people. Ancient people don’t understand what good things they think are. The spirit of a king and domineering spirit is tsk.

The banquet was held, and the prince and Fang Zheng sat in the host and guest seats. Perhaps in this ancient and elegant place, everyone was exposed to the ancient style. The banquet was not for everyone sitting on the same table, but for the legacy of the Former Qin Dynasty. Each person was separated from a distance, and a mat was laid on the smooth marble floor, and everyone was kneeling except for shoes. There was a table table in front of each person, with a food plate on it. There were a few fresh side dishes and a few unknown meat dishes on the plate. The portion was not large, but it looked pleasing to the eye and was tempting.

Fang Zheng has never experienced this situation, but he is not unfamiliar with it, especially the food plate in front of him. Looking at it, it looks like a fast food that costs five yuan per serving in a large plate in his previous life. Well, the more you look, the more you look like, the more you look like... Fang Zheng couldn't help feeling a little tears in his eyes. What is this called? This is called "homesickness"!

The prince and Fan Rui looked at each other without any trace. The prince smiled and said, "With wine and food, how can there be no songs? Lord Fang, would you like to hear the musicians of the orphans play a song to help you enjoy the elegant atmosphere?"

Fang Zheng was excited when he heard this, and he came, and finally came! The prince, a big lust in feudal society, tried to win over me, a pure young man who corrupted me, a socialism. Hum, striptease, pole dance, just come! This young master can stand it!

He smiled reservedly, and Fang Zheng said seriously: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is so happy that I dare not obey orders." He said, - It's so tiring to kneel like this, and my knees seem to be numb...

The prince smiled and clapped his hands. At the screen in the corner of the hall, Yingying walked out of a stunning woman, holding a pipa, frowned slightly, as if she was infinitely sad.

Fang Zheng was surprised. Isn’t this the woman who bounced me away several steps just outside the door? I stared at her towering chest carefully and looked at her for a while. Fang Zheng nodded. With such a sharp weapon, no wonder she bounced me away several steps. If I had the chance, I had to discuss it with her.

The woman walked to the hall and blessed the prince. Then she sat on an embroidered bench in the hall. Her slender jade hand gently stroked and picked the pipa, and tried the sound. Before the tune became a tune, she felt affection first. When the waves of her eyes were flowing, Han Mei glanced at the prince, then hooked her jade fingers, and the noisy pipa song poured out like flowing water under her hands.

The woman sang: "The east wind made a ruthless plan again, and the beautiful pink and delicate red blew the ground. The shadow of the green curtains did not cover up the sorrow, but it was like the day of last year. Who knew that she was wrongly involved in the incomplete spring, and she had tears when she came everywhere. At this time, the calenders must be deep, and you can get drunk when you see all the fallen flowers."

The woman's voice seems to contain infinite resentment. The oriole is intoxicated by the beginning, and she is deeply immersed in the mood of cherishing flowers and complaining about spring.

Until the woman finished her song, the prince and Fan Rui in the hall did not say a word for a long time, half closed their eyes, and seemed to be still intoxicated by the woman's skillful pipa skills and beautiful singing voice.

Fang Zheng also closed his eyes half closed, but he was not intoxicated. He was looking at the woman playing the pipa in front of him. It was so beautiful! It was the prince, and where did he find such a beautiful girl? It was not suitable to say that she was inserted into a pile of cow dung. Compared to the gentle and elegant prince, Fang Zheng felt that he was more like cow dung.

After a long time, the prince came to his senses and clapped his hands and smiled, "Si Si's pipa is played better, and the song is sung better."

It turns out that this girl is called Sisi.

Sisi seemed very happy when she heard the prince's praise. She looked at the prince with beautiful eyes, and her eyes showed unconcealed love, rich and affectionate.

Sisi Yingying said blessedly: "Your Highness the Crown Prince praises you."

The prince turned his eyes, looked at Fang Zheng, and smiled and said, "What do you think of this woman?"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and smiled, "It's very serious,...ah, this woman is both talented and beautiful, and has a beautiful country. She is simply a fairy descending to earth..."

A complex look flashed in the prince's eyes, and then laughed: "The ancients said that a gentleman has the meaning of wealth, so I will be a gentleman who is open to sex today. Sisi, go to accompany Lord Fang and pour wine with Lord Fang."

Sisi's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked at the prince in disbelief. Seeing the determination on the prince's face, Sisi's eyes turned red, and her little hand holding the pipa was holding the place where the pipa's hands were covered, and her fingers turned white.

No matter how the prince spoiled her, she was just a musician. The prince's personal belongings were given to whoever he wanted to give her. On the day he became a musician, he should have known his fate today. It's ridiculous that he had really had a love for the prince, and he foolishly thought that after he ascended the throne in the future, he would become the concubine he had promised. It turned out that in his eyes, he was still just an item...

After a little blessed, he secretly wiped away two lines of humiliating tears, and Sisi said sadly: "Yes, Your Highness, the Crown Prince."

After saying that, he put down the pipa and walked towards Fang Zheng slowly.

Fang Zheng pretended to push, "Your Highness, this is not good. I am not upright and not confused. I am not that kind of person..."

Sisi had walked to Fang Zheng and knelt down, holding the wine pot in her jade hand, filling him with wine. The humiliation just now was gone, and she had a charming smile on her face and said in a sweet voice: "Sir, are you really not confused? Sisi wants to give it a try..."

Before Fang Zheng could react, Sisi sat on Fang Zheng's thigh at an extremely fast speed, hugged Fang Zheng's neck with her jade hand, and her soft plump buttocks were still deliberately twisting at Fang Zheng's key part.

Fang Zheng moaned out with a "Oh--" sound. This girl is naturally charming and is simply a man's nemesis. What should I do? She tried hard to be a gentleman in her mind, but... the little Fang Zheng below was obviously not happy...

Sisi blinked, her pretty face rose a little red, and the princess smiled and said, "Sir, it's lying..."

The prince looked at Fang Zheng and Sisi with a smile, and the complexity in his eyes became darker and deeper.

Sisi seemed to have completely indulged herself. Seeing Fang Zheng kneeling without movement, she grabbed Fang Zheng's hand and placed it on her undulating breasts, allowing Fang Zheng's hand to feel the softness of the two pieces of her chest, but her body leaned weakly on Fang Zheng's shoulders and said charmingly: "Sir, is Sisi's heart beating fast?"

Fang Zheng dodged shyly, and refused weakly, saying, "Don't...Don't do this...I'm really not the kind of person you think..."

A thought came to my mind: Did this woman use me as a tool for venting lust? Every woman is so impatient with you? She openly teased the innocent young man in front of others, completely ignoring others' shamelessness, and disregarding my feelings too much. I will take revenge if I do this...

He looked up at the prince and saw a faint smile on his lips and saw a calm gaze on his lips, his eyes were calm and his expression was as normal. But Ke Sisi's performance was like an ignorant girl who ran to the bar to hang out with Kaizi just after she broke up in love, in order to revenge her ex-boyfriend.

Fang Zheng was not stupid. After thinking about it carefully, he immediately understood.

Damn! I thought the prince was so generous. I gave me the person beside me as a favor for a long time. In ancient times, did people like to take the initiative to make themselves a cuckold? You have a noble style, so I dare not want it. One day you became the emperor, and when you think back on this cuckold revenge, I will settle the score with me in the autumn. Should I hang myself or poison myself?

Fang Zheng immediately gave up the thought of being full of charm, straightened his back, gently pushed Sisi's charming and soft body away, and his face was as serious as a gentleman who was indifferent to his politeness.

Sisi was stunned and smiled charmingly, "Does it be that sir don't like Sisi?"

The voice was soft, as if it was resentful and angry, making people unable to help but feel distracted. This little fairy! I don’t know why the prince was not squeezed out by her.

Fang Zheng's heart was stirred up, and the gentleman's appearance just now disappeared without a trace. He couldn't help but smile lustfully: "If you like it, why don't you like it? Will you sing Eighteen... Cough cough..."

Shaking his head hard, Fang Zheng bit the tip of his tongue hard, pressed Sisi's shoulder with both hands and shook it, and then said seriously: "Please respect yourself, girl, let's be more innocent."

Then he bowed to the prince, and Fang Zheng looked righteous and upright: "Your Highness, the prince, I am not the kind of lustful person. I would like to ask Miss Sisi to retreat. I am willing to have a few drinks with you. How about it?"

The prince and Fan Rui looked at each other, and they saw contempt in each other's eyes. The boy was so embarrassed to say that he was not a lustful person. Who could not walk outside the door just now when he saw Sisi? He was pretending to be noble now, which was really shameless!

He waved his hand lightly, Sisi stepped down, and looked at Fang Zheng before leaving, with relief, gratitude, and even a little...lost.

Fang Zheng looked at Sisi's graceful back and swallowed secretly. It would be great if this woman had not been touched by the prince. I might have accepted it with half a thumbs up to me. Unfortunately, the girl now has the prince's body, and she is firmly concerned about the prince's body, and she has a good cabbage...

There were only three people left in the room, and Fang Zheng was obviously able to let go. His long kneeling posture made his legs lose consciousness. At this time, he sat down cross-legged without hesitation, picked up the chopsticks and ate.

After three rounds of drinking, the prince smiled and said, "My Lord Fang, let me tell you clearly. I'm asking you here today to ask if my father has given you all the shadows?" The prince thought it would be better to say it directly. He really didn't want to speak too obscurely to a ignorant person, and that was simply torture himself.

Fang Zheng was stunned and his heart was like lightning. What did the prince mean by saying this? Could it be that he was thinking about shadows? Why did he want shadows? At least it is certain that the prince would not let them clean the mansion.

Organizing the language, Fang Zheng hesitated: "...I am just a temporary management of the emperor on behalf of the emperor. The real person who ordered the emperor was the emperor."

The prince smiled and said, "Mr. Fang's words are wrong. Gu heard that his father has completely entrusted his shadow to you. Shadow only needs to be responsible for the task. I wonder if Gu said something wrong?"

Fang Zheng swallowed, Damn it! There is no good banquet for the banquet, so I invite you to drink and give you beautiful women. Where can I eat free lunch in the world? It seems that the prince wants a shadow today.

After turning his eyes, Fang Zheng suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, I don't want to care about this mess. Your Highness, you know the essence of the empress is just a playboy who is waiting to die. Where can I control others? Shadow subordinates followed me, and at most they would tease good women and blackmail merchants on the street. The Zhang family steals chickens, the Li family touches a dog, and take a personal ladder to let me peek at the widows of the Liu family to take a bath. I have never done half of the serious business. Is the prince interested in the group of people under the empress? Well, the emperor scolded me yesterday, saying that the empress wasted talents and wanted to punish the empress. If the empress was interested in those killings, the empress happened to hand them over. This would relieve the empress's troubles. I am very grateful, haha."

After saying that, Fang Zheng blinked, looking cute and pleasing.

The prince was suffocated when he heard this and quickly looked at Fan Rui, feeling a little angry.
To be continued...