Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 21 Imperial Decree

  Although Zhang Mao is a martial artist, he has a very good mind. The words he said about cutting off sons and grandchildren suddenly aroused the deepest fear in Fang Jinglong's heart.

Of course, striking while the iron was hot, Zhang Mao opened his eyes suddenly, glared at Fang Jinglong fiercely and continued: "And to be honest, it is said that the palace has already learned about Jifan's usual misdeeds. If you want to attack the prince, it will be a problem."

   "That's not the case." Fang Jinglong gasped: "Your Majesty should not be such a cold person."

Zhang Mao also seemed to think that what he said was a bit serious, but seeing Fang Jinglong's fearful look, he was determined to take a roundabout policy. He squinted his eyes and said lightly: "My youngest son Zhang Xin, you have seen it. Last year, He won the second place in the review, won the silver belt, how beautiful, and you know what happened later, His Majesty personally decreed a marriage, marrying the daughter of King Zhou, Princess Longting, to him. Last year, Didn’t I also treat you to a wedding wine? Look, how magnificent, to be honest, Princess Longting is now pregnant.”

  Silver belt, princess married, child...

  Fang Jinglong took a deep breath hard, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he looked at Zhang Mao with envy.

  Fang Jifan already smelled a feeling that he was about to end.

  I saw Zhang Mao suddenly slammed on the copy, and shouted: "Do you know why my unworthy son Zhang Xin was able to get the second place in the proofreading, was given a silver belt, and married Princess Longting?"

  Fang Jinglong stayed for a long time: "No, I don't know."

"Beat!" Zhang Mao waved his old fist and said viciously: "If you don't beat you, you won't be a weapon, and if you don't beat you, you won't become a talent; if you don't fight for three days, you will have to go to the house to expose the tiles; if you don't study, you will be beaten, and if you don't learn how to bow and horse, you will also be beaten. Beat it to death, even when it looks pleasing to the eye, you still have to beat it, this is called preventing the erroneous progress! He is honest, if you beat him up, he will be honest, and he has no bad intentions anymore, beat his mother Since then, he knows how to make progress, knows how to work hard, and if he beats dozens of times a year, he will become a good boy; if he beats hundreds of times a year, he will get a silver belt. No matter what princess or princess, It's easy to catch, old Fang, if you want to beat, don't beat, let alone the **** who don't know the rules, just say that if you can't get a job, if you can't get a job, people will look down on you, look down on you, then If you can't marry a wife, if you can't marry a wife, you can't have a grandson, you can't hold a grandson, the ancestors have spirits, and there is knowledge under the spring, can you close your eyes?"

  Fang Jinglong's face turned pale with horror, but the bright future that Zhang Mao painted for him was fatally attractive to him, hugging his grandson...getting a silver belt...brilliant lintel...

   But in the end, he was discouraged again, looked at the pitiful Fang Jifan lovingly, and his heart softened again: "Hey, to be honest, I can't do anything."

  Fang Jinglong was just sighing. In fact, he didn't know the truth of a filial son under the stick. It's just... Fang Jinglong cut down countless people when he was on the battlefield, but he couldn't do anything about this son.

Zhang Mao waited for his words, and hurriedly said: "I can do it for you! Tell you a heart-to-heart, since I heard this guy's evil deeds, I can't sleep for several nights with itchy hands, tossing and turning." If I don’t teach him a lesson for you today, I’ll feel itchy all over my body, and I won’t be able to cheer up anything!”

  Zhang Mao was a military general, and he was good at riding and archery back then. Now he held up his hands, spat on his palms, rubbed them together, and turned his palms into fists. This casserole-sized fist made Fang Jifan's eyes straight.

   "Uncle Shi, what kind of resentment do we have, what enmity?" Fang Jifan felt sad from his heart.

Zhang Mao yelled loudly, stood up, his strong chest rose and fell like a mountain, and said with wide eyes: "No enmity, no grievances, I just can't bear to see you who are not seeking to make progress, fooling around, failing to be successful in literature and martial arts." Just a prodigal kid. You run, you run to see the old man, just stay here obediently and get punched, if you dare to run, I will catch you and hang you up and beat you for three days and three nights."

  Fang Jifan choked silently, looking at Zhang Mao resentfully.

  Zhang Mao has come at the pace of a dragon and a tiger, his fists are twisted, full of veins, and his knuckles are crackling.

  God dies for me, his sister, if you don’t be a prodigal son, you will be caught and given an injection, but An Anxin is a prodigal son, and you **** beat me up!

  Fang Jifan hurriedly looked at Fang Jinglong.

  Fang Jinglong couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but said: "Brother Zhang, be gentle, don't break the bones, meaning is enough!"

   "..."

   "Wait a minute!" Fang Jifan had to take a deep breath, struggling for the last time: "Shibo, even if you are marching and fighting, you also pay attention to a famous teacher, right? What did my nephew do wrong?"

  Zhang Mao was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "It's a big mistake for your father to worry about being useless!"

   As he spoke, he no longer gave Fang Jifan a chance to argue, and already waved his fist.

  Fang Jifan saw the big fist was about to fall on him, only heard the sound of his heart beating violently, and even forgot to dodge for a while.

   "Uncle, Uncle..."

   Just at this critical moment, the anxious voice of the door suddenly came from outside.

   But seeing that doorman come in like a shit, Fang Jifan was so frightened that his face turned pale.

  Zhang Mao was subconsciously attracted by the panting door, with his fists still held high.

  Fang Jinglong was sitting upright, trying to dissuade him, but kept silent with tears in his eyes. Seeing Zhang Mao's fist suddenly stop, he was relieved.

   "Uncle, the imperial envoy has come to the palace, the imperial envoy has come to the palace, Your Majesty has a will!"

   Your Majesty...

  Fang Jinglong shuddered, and lifted his newly relaxed body up in one breath.

  At this moment, he just felt dizzy, he stroked his forehead, his face was pale, it's over!

  Just now the Duke of England said that the palace already had opinions on his son, and the imperial decree came later. Isn't this... the end?

  Although His Majesty is magnanimous, he is an upright gentleman. Longyan must have been furious when he learned about Ji Fan.

Zhang Mao also reacted, but his face changed a little, and he became worried. He glanced at Fang Jinglong and said, "I heard that in the palace... hey, look, I told you a long time ago that filial sons are born under the stick. , Lao Fang... this time I am afraid that a catastrophe is imminent."

With a bitter face on Fang Jinglong's face, he just shook his head blindly: "It's my fault, it's my fault, I regret that I didn't listen to Brother Zhang's words, which caused such a catastrophe, accept the order, the son didn't teach, it's the father's fault, If His Majesty blames the successor, as a father, I can only suffer for my son, at worst, go outside the Meridian Gate and plead on behalf of my son."

  Zhang Mao glared at Fang Jifan: "You are worthless, your father was killed by you."

   After finishing speaking, the two hurried to the middle gate.

  Fang Jifan was also taken aback by this sudden situation. He felt his back was getting cold. He did meet the emperor today. Is it because the emperor wants to deal with him because of his speechless words?

  If so, it is really cheating.

  He hurriedly chased him out, and when he reached the middle gate, he saw that there were already eunuchs here, and the Fang family had already opened the middle gate.

  The **** raised his eyes and saw Zhang Mao, the British Duke, and smiled at Zhang Mao in a fawning manner.

  Zhang Mao's face was ashen, and he just hummed.

  While Fang Jinglong's face was pale, the **** opened the imperial decree in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Nanhe Bozi Fang Jifan accepts the decree."

  Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Fang Jinglong fell to the ground all of a sudden, his eyes were red, and he couldn't hold back his tears no matter how hard he bowed down.

   Sure enough, it was Fang Jifan's will. How could His Majesty know about Jifan? It's not because Jifan usually does a lot of evil, but this is really bad.

  Zhang Mao couldn't help sighing, but he felt more sympathy for Lao Fang. His sons are more promising than the other, but look at Lao Fang's family, there is only such a single seedling, and now...

  He shook his head, it is unfortunate for the family to raise such a son.

  Fang Jifan bowed down anxiously.

  I just heard the **** say at the top of his voice: "Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict says..."

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For the new book issue, please be patient, because the layout of the new book in the early stage is very important. It is related to the characterization of each character and the future direction, so Tiger needs to carefully deliberate. After the new book issue, it can explode. Because the previous foreshadowing and stories have roughly been laid out, just like building a railway, the railway line needs to be planned in the early stage, and when the plan is completed, it will be laid quickly.

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