Zhuxin felt a feeling that she felt a pair of eyes staring behind me gloomy. (Full text novel reading, all on (Wen. Xue.com) One by one, those eyes were staring at me for a moment, making me lose my appetite and sleep. I felt creepy when I thought about it. Even when I was taking a shower, when I thought of someone staring at me, a large amount of goose bumps would appear on my butt eggs. Wen Sen heard Fang Zheng’s words evilly, and couldn’t help but shivered. Xち glanced at the surroundings with guilt.

Fang Zheng looked at him unhappily: "Why don't you praise me?"

"Praise" praise you?" Wen Sen was stunned. You had goose bumps on your butt while taking a shower. What's there to praise?

After Qiqi Ai Ai for a while, Wensen racked his brains. Then he stuttered and praised: "Sir, my skin is so good."

Fang Zheng said happily and modestly: "Where is wherever you are, daily maintenance is very important."

Thinking about it, Fang Zheng said with a stern face: "I'm going to be stingy! I want you to praise you not. "Then, what are you praising?" Wen Sen felt that this boss was a bit unreasonable. Who would have asked his subordinates to flatter him? He was unhappy if he didn't slap him well, and it was too difficult to be his subordinate.

Fang Zheng said seriously: "The saint said. Born in distress, then euthanized." Cough, it seemed like he was wrong, hey, that's what he meant anyway, don't you think I am a very conscious person?"

Wen Sen daxu quickly sent the flattery hard on him without any chance, slapped Fang Zheng smiled. He waved his hands and said modestly, "Where is where?"

After Wensen left, Fang Zheng was still standing under the tree in a daze.

The emperor's illness is getting heavier and heavier. In the capital, the princes are fighting each other, and the good show is about to begin. Can he and the fat man spend this time safely?

Fang Zheng is not very enthusiastic about power. He always thinks that power is invisible and intangible, and is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will harm your life. For power, he always has a sense of awe, hoping that the farther away from it, the better. Power is so harmful. How can there be money for money? Not only can you see and touch it, but you are not afraid of it biting people when you are at home. Just looking at it makes people feel happy.

But things in the world are so strange. Others beg for nothing to be given to him. It’s not okay if he doesn’t want anything to fight for. Others will force him to fight for things he doesn’t want to fight for. If he doesn’t fight, he will kill him.

Fang Zheng thought about his life after traveling through time, and an absurd feeling arose.

My life is so fucking!

Fang Zheng came to this conclusion.

"King Fang" Lord Fang." A timid voice came quietly behind him, crisp and pleasant.

Fang Zheng turned around and saw Ye Ling'er standing ten feet away from him. He looked at him timidly, looking like he wanted to come but was afraid of coming. It was very loving.

Fang Zheng sighed in his heart, the miserable urged the case to come, how should he tell her?

"Ling'er, you were dressed very beautifully today. When you dress so beautifully, come to see me. Could it be that the saying "Women are to please themselves?" Fang Zheng began to tease good women with a smile.

Ye Ling'er is wearing a pink and green dress today, with gold-patterned ruffles inlaid with silver. She is playful and dignified, showing the girl's lively side to the fullest.

Ye Ling'er blushed when she heard this. The ruthlessness she had when she assassinated King Ying and Fang Zheng had long disappeared without a trace. She lowered her head, grabbed the corner of her clothes crampedly, and said with a whisper:

"Don't talk nonsense." This dress was something that His Royal Highness forced me to wear."

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that Changping had a hard mouth and soft heart. After hearing Ye Ling'er's pitiful life experience, the woman's natural motherhood suddenly shone brightly. Not only did she jumped and scold the King of Ying to be killed, she angrily asked Fang Zheng to solve the case as soon as possible and arrest the King of Ying. She also loved Ye Ling'er like her sister, and she should have food and clothing properly prepared. She is really a rare virtuous wife.

Of course, if this virtuous wife promised to let Luo Yueniang enter the door, it would be even more ferocious. Fang Zheng blinked: "Is there something wrong?"

Ye Ling'er nodded, as if she had been brave enough, raised her head and looked at Fang Zheng and said:

"My brother, my brother was killed by the King of England, why didn't you arrest the King of England?"

Fang Zheng sighed when he heard this, "Catch the King of England?" He said lightly, how can you try it?"

How should I explain it to her?

"Ling'er, some things are all over my body, I'm really embarrassed!" Fang Zheng said powerlessly. The deeper he was in it, the more he felt that the court was deeper and that he was no longer the reckless naughty. The future of the whole family depends on him, how could he dare to be as chaotic as before?

Ye Ling'er looked at Fang Zheng deeply, her eyes unable to hide her disappointment.

"Because he is the prince, right?" Ye Ling'er said softly.

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, there is no absolute fairness in these things. The prince breaks the law and commits the same crime as the common people. This is simply nonsense. It is a word of fooling the common people. If I arrest the King of England, it will inevitably cause a stir in the court. After a dispute between the ministers, the emperor will follow the flow. At most, he will punish him to face the wall and think about his mistakes, but he will never kill his head to pay your brother's life. Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent for the prince to be punished for killing the people."

"Then is my brother dead in vain?" Ye Ling'er looked a little excited and clenched her little hands tightly into a fist, as if she was trying her best to endure the pain.

Fang Zheng looked at Ye Ling'er and smiled and said, "Ling'er. You and I don't know each other deeply. Let me ask you, do you believe me?"

Ye Ling'er looked at him hesitantly, and finally nodded.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, I will put my words here first today. Sooner or later, the King of England will be punished as he deserves. I will give your brother a little justice. But it is not now, and the time has not come yet.

Ye Ling'er looked at Fang Zheng deeply when she heard this. Her eyes were full of gratitude.

"Mr. Fang, I believe you, you are a good official."

Fang Zheng shook at her: "If you really want to praise me, just praise me as a handsome guy. I don't care if you are a good official." Hey, you looked at me with affectionate eyes. Did you find that your heart was like a deer bumping around, as if it was about to jump out? Wow! You won't be interested in me, right? I have to report to His Royal Highness the Princess first. If she doesn't agree, I can't do anything unless you are willing to be my black market lady."

Fang Zheng became less and less confident when he said that, and Ye Ling'er's pretty face turned red. After a while, Ye Ling'er bit her silver teeth, turned around and ran to the backyard.

"Hey, I haven't finished talking yet. Time Traveling The Young Master VIP Chapter 250: The Organization "Hmph! I'll complain to His Highness the Princess, saying you teased me!"

"Ouch! My aunt, come back! Can't I be wrong? Just kidding, if you don't bring such a person, how can you learn from a villain to complain? It's so boring."

The night was dark and everyone in the Fang Mansion had fallen asleep.

Outside the inner courtyard, several teams of patrolling guards alternately, guarding the safety of everyone in the Fang Mansion in silence.

Under the wall to the west, in an inconspicuous place, the sound of extremely small slivering stones suddenly came.

A strong figure quickly jumped over the wall, rolled neatly after landing, and then crawled in the grass like a leopard waiting for prey. No one was alarmed from beginning to end.

He covered his face, only a pair of sinister and cold eyes were revealed, and he quietly looked at the endless figures of the guards patrolling not far away.

He was an assassin, he had no name, only a number, and others were used to calling him "Knife Handle." Because the weapon he used was a knife, a small and light lancet, with a blade only one foot long, but people who were familiar with him knew it. This knife was like a death-seeking post by the King of Hell. So far, it had seen the blood of nearly a hundred people. The person who made it was Jie. His sword skills were so great that others even suspected that when he used it, the gods and Buddhas in the sky didn't know where his sword was chopped out, and they stabbed it in from all the enemy's body. Maybe he didn't even know it himself.

Tonight he had a new task, and the task was very clear. He was ordered to kill two people. The first target was a woman named Ye Ling'er, and the second target was a big man, a high-ranking official in the court, and was deeply loved by Emperor Anxin. The name of the high-ranking official was Fang Zheng.

His master, His Highness Ying, emphasized when he gave him the task that if possible, try to kill Fang Zheng. If it is impossible, then give up. But the first target Ye Ling'er must die and kill her at all costs.

The price he can pay is his own life. His life is no longer his own. He is the dead soldier of the King of England, Qin Yang. The dead soldier means that if the mission fails, he can only commit suicide and must not leave any clues to the enemy that implicate the King of England.

At this moment, he had sneaked into the square mansion and crawled quietly in the grass, motionless like a stone that has existed since ancient times, blending into one with the dark night color.

He was waiting for a small opportunity, and an opportunity to avoid the numerous guards and sneak into the inner courtyard of the Fang Mansion.

The opportunity comes soon.

While the two teams of patrolling guards were crossing and walking opposite each other, he suddenly moved, like a leopard that found his prey. At the moment when the guards' eyes shifted, his figure turned into a black shadow, like an arrow shot out. He jumped into the inner courtyard, leaving only a slight sound of wind behind him.

"Huh? What a sound?" A guard turned around alertly.

"Did you hear it wrong? Where did the sound come from?" Another guard glanced for a while, the guard scratched his head and continued patrolling in confusion.

Inner courtyard.

Fang Zheng and Changping were not asleep yet, and the leaks from the net made the two of them breathe a little. They covered themselves with a quilt. Changping, who was naked, was panting heavily. Like a tired kitten, she quietly pressed her face against Fang Zheng's chest and listened to Fang Zheng's heartbeat like a drum beat. She felt very satisfied.

"Husband, why did you mess with Bao'er yesterday? The little girl bulged her cheeks and was so frustrated all day long." Changping's slender hands gently drew circles on Fang Zheng's chest.

Fang Zheng was stunned: "Baoer? Little Princess? I didn't provoke her. I gave her money yesterday. How could she be angry if she got the money?"

Changping laughed and said, "She pouted yesterday and kept muttering something 'stinky silver.' "What does it mean to rise?"

Fang Zheng thought for a while, then laughed out loud.

Yesterday he gave all the "shareholding" silver that the ministers took out to Changle. The silver was not much. It was only two or three thousand taels, and it was all divided by you, one hundred, and I was fifty. Those old guys were even in a mess. For those honest old ministers, this amount of money might be their savings for several years or even more than ten years.

But they hid the silver too closely, some hidden in their flesh-spoken shirts, some hidden around their waists, and some even hidden in their shoes and socks. When they took out these silver notes, they smelled extremely bad. Even Fang Zheng, who always loved silver, did not dare to spend them, so he had to pinch his nose and threw them all into Changle's donation box.

Seeing that Fang Zheng gave her money for no reason, the little princess was naturally ecstatic and quickly showed her great care. She pinched her legs and beat her shoulders, and her face turned red and her hands were sore. Fang Zheng then swayed and returned to the room calmly.

The little princess blinked her big eyes that were flattering and flattering, nodded and bowed to see off the eldest son of the God of Wealth and the Golden Master Fang, and then immediately hid in a place where no one was around and opened the donation box with anticipation. As a result, the strange smell made the little princess almost faint on the spot.

Changping heard Fang Zheng tell the reason, and laughed, gently hit Fang Zheng, and said angrily: "You are too immoral! Is there anyone you treat your sister-in-law like this? Don't do to others what you do not want others to do to you, have you read the books in your dog's belly?"

Fang Zheng glared and said, "What do you want to do? I'm so reluctant to give up my love! Such a cute and pleasing silver, she still picked Changping and smiled maliciously: "You have to be careful these days, that little girl holds a grudge. I looked for you all day yesterday, but I didn't see you. Today, I saw her wandering around the garden outside our door alone, and I don't know what mechanism you are doing. You are careful of her words."

Fang Zheng opened his eyes wide and said guiltily: "No way? Damn it! I've been sending money and getting disaster. I have to go to the garden to check tomorrow."

The couple talked and laughed in a low voice, and happy laughter came from time to time in the room, warm and peaceful.

Suddenly, the barking of rhubarb came from outside the room. It was rapid and low, breaking through the tranquility of the night sky.

"Huh? What's going on? Something is wrong. Hurry up, get up and take a look," Fang Zheng hurriedly put on his clothes and turned over and got up.

Changping quickly dressed neatly, followed Fang Zheng with messy hair and got up. The couple carefully opened the window and looked out.

I saw the figures shaking outside the window, and the barking of rhubarb woke up all the backyard.

The backyard is where the inner servant lives. Except for the male owner, other men generally do not travel through time. Chapter 250: The mechanism is definitely the reason why Changping’s female guards are guarding An Jin. Dahuang in the backyard. "At the first time, the female guards quickly rushed to Fang Zheng and Changping's bedroom, showed their weapons and were on guard. Several people quickly went up the roof. The guards surrounded Fang Zheng's bedroom as strong as an iron barrel.

"Your Highness, Princess, you are fine?" The female guard commander came from outside the door and asked in a low voice.

Fang Zheng opened the door and walked out, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, you guys are busy with yours."

What happened?"

Seeing that Fang Zheng and Changping were safe and sound, the female guard commander was relieved and whispered: "I don't know. There may be an assassin infiltrating. The prince consort and the princess's princess would be better stay in the room and not come out, as there is danger outside."

Fang Zheng smiled indifferently: "So many people protect us, how dangerous can we go? It's okay, I'll stand here and take a look,"

After a while, Yanran Xiaolu and Fengjie who were sleeping in each room also came out in slept.

Fang Zheng stared at Feng Jie's slim figure, who was yawning and stretching, secretly swallowing a few saliva, and teased, "Jess Feng, your figure is getting better and better. Have you been sleeping on your tummy recently? This habit is not good. Look, your chest is swollen, well, very swollen, very swollen. "Ouch!"

Changping glared at him fiercely and withdrew his slender hand that was pinching Fang Zheng’s soft flesh on his waist.

Sister Feng's pretty face blushed Canqi smiled and gave Fang Zheng a small glance.

Ye Ling'er was also awakened, and left the door, standing timidly behind Yanran, with her big eyes nervously looking at the garden facing the wing room.

Rhubarb was still barking towards the garden, and his voice seemed very impatient.

In the garden, the knife bit the blade in his mouth and crawled motionlessly under several small trees. His heart was gradually sinking, sinking to the bottom of the valley.
To be continued...