The fat man suffocated and then his face turned pale. He suddenly realized what he was doing. The younger brother pried the lock of his brother's house. It sounded bad to say it, not to mention that his brother was the crown prince of the current dynasty, and he was the prince of the royal family. Now he was squatting at the door of his brother's house like a thief, studying how to pry the lock open. The fat man thought this was too ridiculous.

He stood up quickly, and the fat man coughed, bowed to Fang Zheng and Xiao Huaiyuan who were locking up: "... Let's do it, I'll leave in advance... I didn't see anything."

After saying that, he turned around and raised his legs and wanted to leave. He only hoped that the two thieves who were specializing in the locking business would wave their hands absent-mindedly and let him disappear quickly. In this way, no matter what shocking things these two did, he could think that they would not know, and save the embarrassment when facing the prince. After all, although the relationship between the fat man and the prince was not very good, he had been in a lukewarm position for so many years. No matter how secretly he was, he was not as good as stealing his family's things. As the prince, it would be too embarrassing to do so.

Unfortunately, God did not follow the wishes of others. One hand stretched out elusively and pulled him strongly. The fat man turned around and saw Fang Zheng looking at him with a face that was purer than lily. The fat man sighed in his heart, knowing that this kid would not let him go.

"After entering Baoshan, how can you return empty-handed? A hundred years of good wine, aren't you moved? Don't you want to taste it in person?" Fang Zheng's eyes flowed in his eyes, as if he was hypnotizing the fat man.

The fat man swallowed and refused hard, "This is what His Highness the Crown Prince took out to entertain guests. Maybe someone will be sent to pick it up soon. If we are discovered, I am afraid we will be embarrassed to meet people in the future. Brother Fang, let's hurry up..."

"Yes! So we have to seize the time and quickly open the lock. Fatty, your reminder is always so timely. In terms of far-sightedness, you are much better than me..." Fang Zheng interrupted the fat man's words and said enthusiastically.

"Ah?" The fat man was stunned and hurriedly explained in a speechless manner: "No...I don't mean that..."

Fang Zheng ignored him and squatted down and urged Xiao Huaiyuan who was locking with wire covers and said, "Hey, are you okay? I haven't got it in for a long time. If you really can't get it in, let me do it."

Xiao Huaiyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Fang, what you said is easy to misunderstand. I am just locking it. Don't say it so ambiguously?"

Fang Zheng stood up and patted the fat man on the shoulder and smiled, "I will steal the wine later, let you taste it first."

The fat man looked nervous and looked back, afraid that he would be caught. He heard this and wiped his sweat and said with a forced smile: "...No need, I suddenly believed in Buddhism recently and quit drinking..."

Fang Zheng hooked the fat man's neck and squeezed at him with a vulgar expression: "There must be many treasures in the prince's cellar, maybe there are still gold, silver and jewelry, spring palace albums, peerless magic weapons, etc., do you have no idea?"

Before the fat man could answer, Xiao Huaiyuan said excitedly: "Grandma! I finally got it open!"

Fang Zheng was overjoyed and hurried over.

The fat man looked even more anxious when he heard the lock being opened. He looked up at the sky, and suddenly he thought of something very important, and slapped his thighs and said, "Oh! I suddenly remembered that my beloved concubine stewed me the soup and was waiting for me to go back and drink. She would be sad if I didn't go back. Everyone, there will be a time in the future..."

After saying that, the fat man didn't wait for Fang Zheng to react, and his butt was burning, his fat and bloated body seemed as light as a swallow, and he ran away in a flash.

Fang Zheng and Xiao Huaiyuan looked at each other in surprise. After a while, Xiao Huaiyuan praised: "...What a light skill!"

Fang Zheng nodded and agreed: "It's a great horse..."

Xiao Huaiyuan glanced at Fang Zheng and said lukewarmly: "He is His Highness, King Fu?"

Fang Zheng said in surprise: "How do you know?"

Xiao Huaiyuan sneered: "Except for the prince, who would call his wife the 'beloved concubine'? Are you a fool? I can't hear this, I've been in vain for so many years."

Fang Zheng said lazily: "Now there are only two of us left. Tell me, what is the purpose of running here to pick the lock? Don't tell me that you are here to steal the wine. It doesn't matter if you insult my personality, don't insult my IQ."

Xiao Huaiyuan's eyes flashed and said, "I'm really here to steal wine..."

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Forget it, we don't need to talk lies with our eyes open. It's quite boring. Go in and take a look first."

After saying that, Fang Zheng pushed open the cellar door and walked in first.

Xiao Huaiyuan smiled with relief and walked in behind Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng walked in dissatisfiedly while walking: "If you don't tell me the truth, I will steal the wine later and go to complain to the prince, it depends on you..."

Xiao Huaiyuan's smile immediately froze.

The cellar is very dry and has good ventilation conditions. There are long shelves standing against the wall, with many things placed on it. Fang Zheng always thought that the ancient cellar was just used to preserve perishable food, such as seasonal vegetables, fruits, melons, bacon, etc., but now he knows that he is wrong. Basically, all things that need to be properly preserved are placed in the cellar.

For example, the original calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, the collection of isolated books, the easily damaged porcelain, etc., are all placed in the cellar.

Fang Zheng widened his eyes, looked at the dazzling array of precious things in front of him, and began to estimate the price of these things at an astonishing speed.

Tsk, the prince is indeed rich. If I get a few carriages and move the cellar away, I will take it back and sell it, and I will not be able to escape if I have to say at least hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Otherwise, I will go to plead with the prince now? I just say that I want to steal your things. Please let me get the carriage in, otherwise it will be too troublesome to move it again and again...

After careful consideration, Fang Zheng gave up this tempting idea, the prince probably disagreed...

As soon as Xiao Huaiyuan came in, he walked towards the shelf where the books were placed, pulled out the books on the shelf, and flipped through them one by one, as if looking for something important.

Fang Zheng patted his shoulder and said, "Hey, what are you looking for? Tell me, I'll find it for you."

Xiao Huaiyuan carefully put the book back to its original position, turned his head and said seriously: "Brother Fang, I can't say it, but you have to believe me, I'm not a bad person..."

Before he could finish his words, Fang Zheng sniffed, "If you are not a bad person, then wouldn't I become a saint? Lao Xiao, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say your secret, but it's wrong to put gilds on your own face. Can good people in this world be distinguished? If good people all have loyal and patriotic faces, how can those treacherous ministers live? For example, I look like a bad person, right? And I am the kind of bad person who is so bad that he has sores on his head and pus in the soles of his feet? But the fact is, I am a good person! Where do you think I can reason with it? The world is so chaotic that good people will definitely not live without a bad person.

, everyone is hypocritical, and the emperor said that he pretended to be like a filial son and grandson. Once he saw a beautiful woman and gold and silver, he would throw all the words he said in the sky, just like a fucking monk Caihua chanting Amitabha, all became a slogan. I dreamed of Confucius before, and I asked him why this world is like this? Do you still care? The old guy from Confucius spread his hands and said: I have no choice... Hey, I'm asking what you are looking for? Why did you pull it on Confucius? Don't interrupt it? Alas! Wake up! What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Huaiyuan looked at Fang Zheng blankly. He didn't know why the sentence "I'm not a bad person" actually caused such a big complaint from Fang Zheng, and he was blamed for interrupting him when he was about to stop. How did this person's brain grow? Xiao Huaiyuan believed that if he opened the book now and pointed to the word "shameless" and asked Fang Zheng, he would definitely not know him...

After swallowing with difficulty, Xiao Huaiyuan said carefully: "Brother Fang... have you finished speaking?" He used respectful words in a rare way. He felt that he could talk about the topic of "good people and bad people" for a long time, but it made the audience confused. It is definitely not easy for a person who is falling into clouds. At least he can't afford to offend such a person and must be respected.

"I'm done." Fang Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, smacking his lips, and seemed to be a little unsatisfied: "... After finishing the serious business, I will tell you about the dialectical relationship between good people and bad people. When you figure it out, I will feel relieved. The son once said: "I'll be able to die in the morning. This means that I'll make clear the truth with you this morning, and you can die in the evening..."

Xiao Huaiyuan was the same as the fat man just now, his face turned a little pale and he stuttered: "Why should I... die?"

Fang Zheng snorted, "How fresh is the question? How do I know? This is what Zi said, please ask him to go..."

“………”

Shaking his head hard, Xiao Huaiyuan felt that it would be better to get to the point as soon as possible. If he continued to talk about it, he would become a madman.

He looked carefully at the door of the cellar, and Xiao Huaiyuan lowered his voice and said, "Brother Fang, do you know that Pan Shangshu has been unstable recently?"

Fang Zheng was shocked. How did he know? The people who knew that Pan Shangshu was going to rebel were only one or two people in the shadow except the emperor and himself. I guess even the vast majority of people in the old Pan camp were kept in the dark. How could this kid know?

After blinking, Fang Zheng looked confused and said in confusion: "Old Pan is unstable? What does it mean? Is it unstable to walk or unstable to ride a car? The old man is old and unstable is also normal. What is there to say?"

Xiao Huaiyuan was amused and crying: "If you pretend to be confused, I will not say anything. You can do whatever you like."

Fang Zheng quickly changed into a flattering expression and smiled flatteringly: "Brother Xiao, what did you say? Who is our brother with whom? Why should we see each other? I didn't do anything to you when you stepped on me to death last time. Come on, tell me, what's going on?"

Xiao Huaiyuan looked at him weakly and sighed: "Shangshu Pan may be rebelling recently, and you may have known this a long time ago. But I believe you must not know yet, which generals in the army secretly colluded with Shangshu Pan to usurp the throne?"

Fang Zheng's eyes shone and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, I really can't find out this matter, do you know?" After saying that, Fang Zheng looked at him with great anticipation and made up his mind: If this kid really knows, he must arrest him, torture him, get the list, and then go to the emperor to seek credit...

Xiao Huaiyuan smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "I don't know either."

Fang Zheng's face collapsed when he heard this, and his tone was unkind, "It's fun to play with people, right? I wonder if you're still making it so mysterious, are you trying to tease me?"

Xiao Huaiyuan smiled and said, "I don't know, but the prince knows it. Although the prince and the prince are teachers and students, they have been clearly in a hostile situation recently. Pan Shangshu rebelled and wanted to rob the prince's country. How could the prince tolerate him? So I believe that the prince must use his power to investigate Pan Shangshu secretly. It is more likely that the prince already has a complete list of Pan Party in his hands, including generals in the army."

Fang Zheng said in confusion: "Since the prince knows that Pan Shangshu is going to rebel, why don't he hand over the list to the emperor?"

Xiao Huaiyuan's smile was full of sarcasm: "The emperor's throne is a good thing. The prince probably has the idea of ​​sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight. No matter who loses and who wins, it will be beneficial to him. The snipe and clam fight, and the prince wants to be the fisherman. If he handed over the list, how can he benefit?"

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that in terms of political sensitivity, his current level is similar to that of an idiot. If he had not been under the cover of the emperor, a hundred heads would not be enough for others to cut. It seems that he would have to be smarter in the future.

After glanced around, Fang Zheng said, "As soon as you came in, you went to the collection of books in the cellar. Do you think the list found by the prince is hidden in these books?"

Xiao Huaiyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I just came in and tried my luck. After all, I have searched all the places I can find in the Prince's Mansion. I have never been to this garden yet, so I want to try to find it..."

"Has found it?"

"Do you look at my expression, it looks like I found it?"

"It's not like it, it's a bit like my wife ran away with someone, - very disappointed, do you think it's green?"

“………”

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Xiao Huaiyuan was busy, and Fang Zheng was not idle either. He searched everywhere and finally found the legendary 100-year-old wine at the bottom of the shelf.

In a state of great joy, Fang Zheng picked up the wine jar and carefully slapped the mud cover of the sealed jar. Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine filled the entire cellar.

Xiao Huaiyuan sniffed and said in surprise: "It smells so good!"

Fang Zheng smiled proudly: "A hundred years of good wine is of course fragrant. I don't know which stupid egg was buried. I can't bear to drink it after burying it for a hundred years. Now it's good, it's all cheaper, haha..."

Xiao Huaiyuan swallowed his saliva and hurriedly corrected: "It's wrong, it's a cheap one. You can't eat alone..."

In fact, the wine is only half a jar, no matter how tightly sealed it, over the years, the wine in the jar has evaporated a lot. After careful look, it was amber-colored, like a large piece of natural agate, shining with brown light in the jar. After years of fermentation, the wine has become extremely thick, and it shakes slightly, like a jar of sticky paste. Although I have never drunk a hundred-year-old wine, Fang Zheng knew that this jar of wine must not be drunk directly. It is said that it must be mixed with 30% of the new wine in the ratio of 7 to 3% to make the taste taste.

After searching around, Fang Zheng finally found a few jars of new wine, mixed the new wine into the old wine in proportion, shook it, and then patted Xiao Huaiyuan: "Hey, come and try it, see if it tastes good, be careful not to sprinkle it. This wine is only in this jar of the world. Sprinkling a drop is a crime against all mankind..."

Xiao Huaiyuan was on the brain and ignored Fang Zheng. He picked up the wine jar excitedly, took a sip, and then stood with his eyes squinted, without moving, as if he couldn't breathe. Fang Zheng was startled, Damn! Could this wine be a condom set by the prince, and it was poisoned? Fortunately, he drank it first...

After a while, I saw Xiao Huaiyuan breathing out his tone, his eyes shining, his face was full of spirit, and he praised: "It is worthy of being a century-old wine, and it is worthy of its reputation!"

Turning his head to look at Fang Zheng, Xiao Huaiyuan said in confusion: "Why don't you drink?"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said with a strange look: "...I'm not in a hurry, I'll drink it later."

Time passed by a stick of incense.

Fang Zheng looked at Xiao Huaiyuan's face carefully, and then asked, "Do you have any discomfort?"

Xiao Huaiyuan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No."

Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction, picked up the wine jar, took a small sip, savored it carefully, and praised loudly: "What a good wine, I drink it for the last time in my life, it's worth it to die!"

Xiao Huaiyuan said in confusion: "Why didn't you drink just now? Why are you drinking again now?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "If there is poison inside, wouldn't my death be as light as a feather? So I have to wait. If you drink it but don't die, it's not too late for me to drink it again, haha..."

Coupled with this kid trying the drugs with me? It's so shameless!

Xiao Huaiyuan snorted dissatisfied: "Didn't you say it's worth it to die last time? Why are you afraid of poison?"

Fang Zheng said in surprise: "I'm just a scene, do you believe this? Is it too naive?"

“………”

The two of them had been in the cellar for a long time, and Xiao Huaiyuan had not been able to find what he wanted. After discussing, they decided to retreat, otherwise it would be bad if they were discovered. Fang Zheng is an official at least now, and the prince will definitely not do anything to him, but Xiao Huaiyuan's fate is more miserable. Strictly speaking, this guy belongs to the "family thief", and everyone has the word "death".

Seeing Fang Zheng walking out excitedly with the wine jar in his arms, Xiao Huaiyuan finally became worried later.

"Hey, Brother Fang, isn't it enough to taste this wine? Why do you take it away? Do you really want to steal it?"

Fang Zheng looked at him strangely: "Are you okay? I've been busy for a long time today, just to not take it away for this jar of wine. Do you want me to finish drinking it here?"

Xiao Huaiyuan smiled bitterly and said, "What if the prince sends someone to get it to entertain the guests?"

After thrusting, Fang Zheng said, "Didn't you see it? I found a jar that was exactly the same and it was filled with new wine. Anyway, it was drinking, and new wine and old wine were not the same."

Can that be the same? Xiao Huaiyuan rolled his eyes: "What if the prince finds out?"

Fang Zheng said dumbfoundedly: "What's up to me? You found the cellar first, you opened the lock on the door, you flipped the books on the bookshelf, and even you drank the wine first..."

After saying that, Fang Zheng looked alert and stared at him, "Do you want to frame me?"
Chapter completed!