Fang Zheng felt a little guilty after not going to the academy for five or six days. It was not important to let down the princess's wishes and to let down Master Chen's expectations for him. He was still looking forward to him as a high school juren. He was fishing for three days and two days of drying the net. In his previous life, he was expelled long ago.

Everything has been handled almost completely, and Fang Zheng has been idle again. He is idle and should go to the academy to take care of it.

The next day, Fang Zheng came to the academy early. When everyone saw Fang Zheng coming, they were very surprised. It was not easy to have such a great classmate. He missed class for several days. Master Chen had asked him several times in class, but no one knew why Fang Zheng didn't go to school. - The fat man knew, but he didn't even say anything about it when he was beaten to death...

After being stunned, everyone was studying as if Fang Zheng did not exist, which made Fang Zheng smile bitterly. He was easy-going and could get along well with anyone, but the students in front of him were exceptional. For some reason, these people were so cold that no matter how he talked to him, it was so strange that others would not care about him.

Seeing the fat man lying on the table with his head buried in his head, he looked like a pile of meat on the chopping board, waiting for the butcher to weigh his weight, this picture is very warm.

Fang Zheng walked over, patted the fat man on the shoulder hard, and shouted: "Fatty, have you eaten?"

The fat man suddenly looked up and saw that it was Fang Zheng. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "Where have you been dead these days? I thought you were busy being a shopkeeper and didn't plan to go to school anymore."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "How can you do it? Making money is valuable, and your studies cannot be abandoned. We need both material civilization and spiritual civilization..."

“…What is material civilization and spiritual civilization?”

"Uh, it's quite profound. With your IQ, it's hard for me to explain this issue to you clearly. How are you doing these days? Isn't it good?"

"It's not bad, by the way, my sister is pretty good too..."

Fang Zheng said depressedly: "Can we say something happy today?"

The fat man glared and said, "Why did you feel unhappy when I mention my sister?"

"You probably know what your sister means to me?"

The fat man smiled warmly: "I know, yes, I know very well."

Fang Zheng looked around and leaned into the fat man's ear and whispered: "Your sister is a princess, with golden branches and jade leaves. The whole family grew up holding it in the palm of her hand. It's time to get the wind and rain. I'm about to find you a brother-in-law like me. Don't you feel frustrated?"

The fat man smiled and said, "Whoever bury himself like this? Brother Fang, don't belittle yourself. Regardless of character or talent, I think you are worthy of my sister..."

This fat man just wants me to be his brother-in-law? No way! Fang Zheng gave him a blank look and said, "Come on, I can't bear it. What if she starts to fight one day and wants to kill my whole family again? If you are me, would you dare to have such a wife?"

The fat man thought about it and said nothing. It seemed that he didn't want such a wife either.

Fang Zheng patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Zhuangzi said: 'Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you', can you probably understand my thoughts?"

The fat man gave him a blank look and said in a muffled voice: "Confucius..."

"What Confucius?"

"Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. This sentence was said by Confucius..."

"Ah?" Fang Zheng felt embarrassed and said dryly: "Whatever, it's just something, haha, it's all the same, all the same..."

The fat man grunted for a long time and said blushingly: "Actually... my sister still has advantages..."

"Oh? What's the advantage?"

“…Uh, she didn’t eat much…”

“…”

After school, the fat man secretly grabbed Fang Zheng and whispered: "Brother Fang, don't rush back, I'll take you to see what's happening..."

There was a carriage parked at the entrance of the academy. There were more than a dozen guards standing quietly around the carriage, led by an acquaintance, Feng Qiudao.

When Feng Qiudao saw the two of them coming out, he respectfully clasped his fists and saluted the fat man with the guards, and nodded gently to Fang Zheng to show his greeting.

The fat man smiled bitterly and said, "See? Since the last time I was in danger, my father issued an order. No matter where I go, I must have guards around me, otherwise my father would be confined. Alas, even in the thatched cottage, there were more than a dozen people around..."

As he said that, the fat man leaned into Fang Zheng's ear and whispered: "It made me not give up for four days..."

Fang Zheng patted the fat man with understanding: "I can understand your pain. Throwing like this mainly depends on inspiration..."

“…”

The two got on the carriage and headed west towards the city. The guards were all the way behind. After walking for half an hour, the carriage stopped on Chaotiangong Street in the west of the city. Fang Zheng got off the carriage and saw that, what a quiet place!

Compared with the south of the city, it is really quieter, without the bustling traffic or the noise of people coming and going. The street is not spacious, paved with bluestone, and there are high-walled courtyards on both sides of the street. The trees and bamboos planted by people on both sides of the wall grow lushly, and branches and leaves are protruding out, covering most of the street.

It was dusk at this time, and the sunset slowly set. Everyone was immersed in this rare quiet tranquility. Under a gentle golden halo, accompanied by a little local smoke, he suddenly felt refreshed and happy. The fat man broke the tranquility and laughed softly: "Brother Fang, what's going on here?"

Fang Zheng took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said sincerely: "Those who fly to the sky look at the peak and calm their hearts; those who practice the world will be obsessed with the valley. What a good place!"

The fat man smiled silently and signaled Fang Zheng to follow him. The two stopped in front of the two vermilion-colored doors. The fat man knocked on the bronze door knocker on the door. Soon, a little maid about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pair of cute little knots appeared behind the door, and his big eyes looked at everyone curiously.

Then, the little maid said in a crisp voice: "Who are you looking for?"

The fat man smiled and said, "I'm sorry to tell the girl, Mr. Fang is here."

The little maid said "ah" in surprise, and her black eyes immediately looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Fatty, what's going on? The master here knows me?"

The fat man smiled and said, "I know, and you know her too."

The little maid looked at it for a while and then turned around and ran back. The footsteps gradually faded away, and the little maid's silver bell-like laughter came.

Fang Zheng squinted his eyes and said, "Did you hear it? It's so embarrassing that you are not handsome, the little girl is laughing at you."

The fat man was not angry and said as if nothing had happened: "Haha, I want to be as handsome as you, and I have seduced good women all over the streets."

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Confidant, I wanted to do this long ago..."

The two stood at the door and talked and laughed. After a while, the little maid opened the door and said with a giggle: "My girl invites Mr. Fang and your friend to come in and talk."

The fat man waved his hand and smiled, "I won't go in. You can go in alone. By the way, I've equipped you with a carriage, hired a few guards, an old housekeeper, and some servants. What else do you need? Look at the purchase yourself. You kid is richer than me, and I don't want to pay money in it." After saying that, the fat man squeezed at Fang Zheng with an indescribable expression.

Fang Zheng said anxiously: "Hey, fat man, what does this mean? What should I do if you leave?"

The fat man didn't explain, and smiled mysteriously at Fang Zheng, turned around and left.

Fang Zheng was like a cloud falling, and was led into the inner courtyard by the little maid in a daze. This house is not small, with a three-entry courtyard, a small pond, a green grass, which was placed in the previous life, and it was a manor and mansion. Fang Zheng was thinking all the way, who was the owner here? If he didn't know him and broke in rashly, it would be so embarrassing. The fat man threw me here before he could explain it clearly, and he had to beat him up tomorrow...

Bypassing the screen wall and passing through the corridor, I met many servants along the way. When I saw Fang Zheng, I put down my work and respectfully greeted Fang Zheng. After crossing the moon gate in the inner courtyard, I saw a beautiful man in white clothes waiting inside the door. When Fang Zheng arrived, Yingying bowed and said in a sweet voice: "I have met Mr. Fang."

Fang Zheng looked closely and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's you!"

Many people cannot define the word "beauty". The four beauties recognized by Yang Guifei in ancient times, including Yang Guifei, are fundamentally due to the political background and events behind them, and the aesthetic views of each era are different. Isn't Yang Guifei just a fat girl in modern times?

However, the woman in front of her is considered a beauty from any angle. The most difficult aesthetician has to admit that she is indeed the most beautiful woman.

This beauty has a name as beautiful as hers - Yanran.

As soon as Fang Zheng saw Yanran, he immediately understood what was going on. Fatty guy really won't give up until he achieved his goal. This really made him achieve his goal. Miss Yanran now stood in front of Fang Zheng with a clever smile, visible and touched. Moreover, she could appear in this house, which means that the fat man had redeemed her. From now on, this stunning beauty belongs to Master Fang from her hair to her toes.

As for what means the fat man used to redeem her, this is not what Fang Zheng is concerned about. Redeeming a girl who is untainted from the mud from the dirty fireworks is a kind of righteous act, and the fat man deserves praise.

Seeing Fang Zheng standing still stunned, Yanran couldn't help but chuckled: "Young Master Fang, why are you still so polite when you enter your own house?"

Yanran's words woke Fang Zheng up, and he said in confusion: "Own home? Is this... my home? What does it mean?"

Yanran smiled and said, "Didn't your friend Mr. Zhou tell you? This house, including everyone and everything in the house, belongs to you."

"Ah?" The fat man was so polite. Fang Zheng was a little moved. He praised him for being handsome a few times in the future. He paid for money in vain. He had to let others hear the sound.

Yanran said to the little maid: "Ju'er, Young Master Fang is here, please tell me to serve the food."

Juer responded in a sweet voice and turned around and retreated.

Yanran gently pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve into the inner room. The decorations inside the room were still as simple as her usual style. A mahogany eight-immortal table, a few embroidered spring stools, a dressing table, a few calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, and a huge red sandalwood bed on the east side.

"This... is your boudoir?" Fang Zheng asked a very unnecessary sentence.

Yanran opened her eyes wide in surprise, then laughed "puffed" and said, "Whether it is my boudoir, it depends on who Mr. Fang treats me as."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"If you treat my family as your woman, this is my boudoir. To be precise, this is your new house for me and Mr. Fang. If you only treat my family as my servant, then I have to move to the outer courtyard and live with the maids..."

"Uh, I'm so modest, so modest. Who can afford to have a slave like you who is talented and beautiful..." Fang Zheng wiped his cold sweat and smiled dryly, secretly annoyed in his heart: Why do I have the damn goodness of getting my tongue tied up when I see a woman?

Yanran didn't want to let him go. He smiled charmingly when he heard this: "Since Young Master Fang doesn't regard me as a slave, then he just wants me to be your woman?"

Why do I think this woman is teasing me? It is certainly fun to tease women, but being teased by women is almost meaningless. Fang Zheng smiled and fought back: "Do you want to be a slave or your woman?"

Yanran said innocently with her eyes open, "Are you willing to let my family be a servant?"

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