Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 54 Prodigal stuff

Emperor Hongzhi left, and he left in a hurry, mainly to prevent Empress Zhang and Fang Jifan from continuing to promise something. Although Emperor Hongzhi also cherished his younger generations, he was a dignified person, and he couldn't understand the kind of people who recognized relatives when they looked familiar, and talked nonsense. Just burn the yellow paper and do brother's work.

Of course, for him, what he pays more attention to is that if this matter gets out, it will inevitably cause unreasonable speculations among the subjects, not to mention...Fang Jifan's reputation is indeed not very good. To be honest, he thinks that Fang Jifan is a ticking time bomb. From time to time, big jokes would be made, and finally spread to the palace.

  Fang Jifan, his son, and the British Duke respectfully sent His Majesty away.

  Before leaving, Empress Zhang, who was sitting on the phoenix chariot, looked at Fang Jifan with a smile and said, "I have time to meet my aunt. My aunt is also from an ordinary family. Don't have any doubts."

   "Okay, okay." Fang Jifan nodded in agreement.

   Wait for the holy car to go away.

  Zhang Mao took a breath, but still didn't remember it.

On the other hand, Fang Jinglong's eyebrows were beaming. Who said that his son is worthless, and now even His Majesty and the Empress like him so much. He rubbed his hands excitedly: "Old Zhang, do you think I should also set dozens of tables of wine? After all... It is a great event that honors the lintel."

Before Zhang Mao could reply, Fang Jinglong scratched his head again: "It seems to be too high-profile, whether it will be criticized by others, forget it, forget it, just close the door, let's invite some old brothers to drink A few sips of wine."

  Zhang Mao hastily waved his hand: "Don't drink, don't drink, you evildoer, the old man can't understand his ways, can't understand him, and can't afford to provoke him. See you in the Governor's Mansion tomorrow."

   As he spoke, he ran away as if fleeing.

  ...

  The weather was getting colder and colder. Although it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I woke up in the morning, there was frost. Fang Jifan was also shivering from the cold, feeling that the chill was pervasive.

Today, he was wearing a jacket with a unicorn suit made of cotton cloth and silk on the outside, and a pair of buckskin boots under his feet. Xiao Xiangxiang squatted down to put on the boots for Fang Jifan. Fang Jifan felt sorry for this little girl, seeing her working hard He shouted angrily: "I raised you so big that you don't even know how to put on boots. This young master will teach you." Then he pulled out his foot and put on the boots by himself.

   After eating breakfast in a hurry, I set off to be on duty.

  Seeing Zhan Shifu, he saw two familiar guys coming out of Zhan Shifu.

  When the two saw Fang Jifan, their eyes lit up.

   "Nephew Fang Xian, hello." It was the Zhang family brothers Shou Ning Hou and Jian Chang Bo who came.

  Zhang Heling greeted them very kindly, but Fang Jifan was too lazy to talk to them, and just said indifferently: "Oh, hello, you two uncles."

   "Would you like to sit at Shi Bo's house and drink some water?" Zhang Heling tugged at Fang Jifan attentively.

  Fang Jifan shook his head simply: "Don't drink!"

  Zhang Heling looked relieved, and laughed: "Not bad, not bad, drinking water is not good, it hurts the stomach, where is nephew Fang Xian?"

  Fang Jifan said: "On duty." Saying that, he left in a hurry.

  The smile on Zhang Heling's face did not fade away, watching Fang Jifan enter Zhan Shifu, his smile suddenly froze, he hammered his heart, and then sighed.

  Zhang Yanling couldn't help saying: "Brother, what's wrong?"

   "Uncomfortable!" Zhang Heling said, covering his heart.

   "Oh..." Zhang Yanling was terrified: "Did the porridge this morning spoil my stomach?"

Zhang Heling bared his teeth, but his eyes turned red, and he blinked a little bit of tears: "I'm talking about my heart, I mean my heart is uncomfortable, look, this little fool, when I saw him, I felt a sense of intimacy, In our Great Ming Dynasty, even with the lanterns on, it is hard to find such a prodigal son. I really want to make friends with him, but unfortunately, he is probably a poor man now, have you heard of it? Thinking of this, As a brother... it is very uncomfortable."

  After hearing this, Zhang Yanling felt empathy and sighed faintly: "Yes, what a pity."

  The two brothers hesitated and sighed.

  Fang Jifan on the other side entered Zhan Shifu, Zhu Houzhao learned that Fang Jifan was coming, and immediately ordered Liu Jin to invite him to go.

  Fang Jifan didn't have a deep impression of Liu Jin, he just felt that he was no different from ordinary people, but he also knew that after Zhu Houzhao came to the throne, he would become one of the famous eight tigers and the villain among the villains.

But Fang Jifan will never discriminate against any bad guy, because he and Liu Jin are the same, and the eldest brother is not qualified to laugh at the second brother, not to mention that a person can be so bad that his name will go down in history, this should be regarded as a special craft. This is the spirit of the craftsman, and there is only one out of thousands of people.

  Zhu Houzhao didn’t put on a military chess set today, but he was wearing a jacket worn by a Tatar, imitating a Tatar, and drinking hot mare’s milk.

  In history, Zhu Houzhao loved military affairs and riding and archery, and he had the demeanor of riding and shooting in Hufu, the king of Zhao Wuling.

  However, when he saw Fang Jifan, he immediately regained his spirits: "Do you still know how to treat illnesses?"

  Fang Jifan said modestly: "Where, where, it has been studied a lot, and it is only a little better than the imperial doctor."

  Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "I heard that you bought a large piece of land in Shouninghou? Come, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Fang Jifan did not hide from Zhu Houzhao. To be honest, when he came to this world, he pretended to be crazy and foolish every day. He always felt that there was a gap between him and the people in this world, but he felt much better for Zhu Houzhao. Maybe this guy was just like himself. , I have a little problem with my brain.

  Fang Jifan said: "Do business."

   "Business?" Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up instantly: "What business, bring me, we are brothers."

  Fang Jifan glared at him, and said slowly: "Does Your Highness have any money?"

   This sentence undoubtedly hit Zhu Houzhao's sore spot, so Zhu Houzhao said a little unconfidently: "Last time, you left a lot of money that you gave me, is it enough?"

  Fang Jifan only smiled slightly, but remained silent.

   "Isn't it silver, stingy, I am the crown prince, what silver is there?"

Even though he said so, a penny can be difficult for a hero, Zhu Houzhao still feels a little guilty. Emperor Hongzhi is a very frugal person. Although Zhu Houzhao’s usual expenses are provided by internal funds, the treatment is good, but the cash is a copper plate Also less than.

He squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about, and said in his mouth: "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, you can go on duty, Master Yang will not come to teach today, saying that he has caught the wind and cold, and I will go to the father's house to help the emperor." Greetings from the queen mother."

  ...

  In the Forbidden City.

  The emperor's royal driver arrived at the Nuan Pavilion from Fengtian Temple.

   Today's court meeting was held in Fengtian Hall. After Emperor Hongzhi asked about politics, he had to come to the Nuan Pavilion to rest. After noon, there was another court meeting to be held.

  Just when he entered the Nuan Pavilion today, Emperor Hongzhi felt a little strange. Looking around the Nuan Pavilion, he always felt that something was missing.

Suddenly, he remembered that in addition to a plaque of "Worshiping Heaven and Fazu" hung on the warm pavilion, there was also his favorite "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". This picture was the work of Wang Ximeng, a painter of the Song Dynasty. A student, he was personally instructed by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty on brush and ink techniques, and this painting is his only handed down work.

Although the painter is not as good as thunder, but this painting is majestic, majestic and magnificent. It is a treasure collected in the palace, and it can be called a peerless one. Among the paintings and calligraphy collected by the royal family, this painting is also one of the rare four. Character.

  Emperor Hongzhi loved this painting the most, so he specially ordered someone to frame it in the warm pavilion.

   But now, the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains hanging on the wall has disappeared. Looking at the empty wall, this large area of ​​blank space, Emperor Hongzhi was a little dazed, as if he couldn't accept such an incredible thing in the world.

"Come here!" Emperor Hongzhi summoned lightly. In fact, he didn't have much emotion at this time. This is the Forbidden City, the residence of the emperor, and it was stolen... If it doesn't exist, maybe the **** of the palace inspector took it down and cleaned it. .

  Liu Qian is on duty today, but his expression is a bit weird today, he stepped forward tremblingly: "The servant is here."

  Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Where are the paintings?"

   "Slave... Slave..." Liu Qian prostrated himself on the ground all of a sudden, and he got up like a sieve.

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly had a bad idea: "The prince has been here?"

  (end of this chapter)