Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 6 Ancestors and ancestors

  Fang Jinglong's majestic face was instantly stunned, as if covered by dark clouds, he said eagerly: "Isn't it all sold... all sold..."

  The heavy-backed army man suddenly had tears in the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and howled, "Your sons and grandchildren are unworthy, you are ashamed of your ancestors..."

  Fang Jinglong wept bitterly, but kept kowtowing on the ground, crying and blaming himself, while Steward Yang at the side hurriedly helped Fang Jinglong, who was ashamed.

  Fang Jinglong sighed, and angrily said to Guanshi Yang: "The young master wants to sell the land, why don't you repair the books to discuss with the old man, why... just indulge him like this?"

Steward Yang said aggrievedly: "Master went to the south, and the young master is the head of the family. The students stopped him, but they couldn't stop him. Besides, the master said earlier that as long as the young master is happy, he can talk about anything. When the master comes to study, He also said that the most urgent thing is to treat the young master. This is a brain disease, and you must not irritate the young master, so everything must go smoothly..."

"Hey..." Fang Jinglong sighed, but he was speechless, and then continued to walk into the hall. Fang Jifan smacked his tongue, like a child who made a mistake, and was slow to catch up. He really wanted to comfort his father, but he didn't know what to do. Export.

  Wait in the living room, Fang Jinglong was waiting to order: "Pour some tea..."

   to look around.

  It turned out that the mahogany official hat chair in this hall disappeared, the coffee table and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall disappeared, and even the lamp stand disappeared out of thin air.

  Put here...

   is a willow table, which looks half-old at first glance, and... two long benches...

   bench…

  The main hall of Nanhebo Mansion is magnificent, and this lonely long bench gives people a particularly dazzling feeling.

Fang Jinglong's eyes were staring straight, but a well-behaved servant had already poured tea, but...the teacup was not made of white porcelain, but...uh...a large bowl, and there were obviously cracks on the pottery bowl. Of course, this was not the case. Old, but because of the unique cracks after firing inferior pottery.

  Fang Jinglong felt a little dark in front of his eyes, and subconsciously said: "The tables and chairs...are...sold?"

  Guard Yang looked like a dead NIANG: "Sell...sell..."

Fang Jinglong hurriedly supported his body with his hands, because his body was swaying, he managed to recover with difficulty, and suddenly became angry, the veins on his sudden forehead popped up, he raised his hand, and slapped Fang Jifan **** the face go.

Fang Jifan closed his eyes subconsciously with this huge slap across the air, and said in his heart, if it's over, just hit him. In fact, to be fair, he can't wait to face himself in the mirror every day. Come and slap.

But when the palm was about to reach Fang Jifan's cheek, he stopped suddenly. Fang Jinglong's angry face suddenly turned pale, like a defeated rooster, with tears in his eyes, he sighed: "Jifan , when your mother died, I asked my father to treat you kindly. Over the years, my father did not dare to remarry or accept a concubine, because he was afraid that he would let your dead mother down. Coughing desperately, covering his heart, he choked with sobs and said, "It's dad's fault, it's all dad's fault, you haven't had a mother since you were a child, don't talk, don't talk, as long as you are free from disasters and illnesses."

  He smiled bitterly, just shook his head, suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his face became tense again, and he couldn't help asking: "Baby... Is baby still there?"

  While speaking, he rushed towards the study like a sharp arrow.

  His treasures are the bottles and jars collected in the study room, as well as some treasures handed down from his ancestors. He arrived at the study room out of breath, and his eyes fell on the direction where the antique shelf was placed.

   But who knows, not only the things on the Bogu shelf disappeared, but even the Bogu shelf disappeared.

  Fang Jifan, Yang Guanshi and others hurriedly chased after him, and saw Fang Jinglong beating his chest and falling to his feet, howling loudly, "Oh my God... what kind of evil did I do..."

   "Uncle calm down." Steward Yang was about to step forward.

   "Ancestor..." Fang Jinglong raised his hands to the sky and roared: "My children and grandchildren are unworthy!"

  Fang Jinglong's eyes were darkened, and he fell down with a muffled sound.

  Fang Jifan turned pale with fright, isn't his father a general? The ability to withstand stress is so poor!

  He grabbed Fang Jinglong, and the voice of crying father and mother came from behind: "It's not good, it's not good, uncle passed out, please call for a doctor, and call for a doctor."

  The Fang family jumped up and made a mess.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath, and seeing everyone at a loss, he felt guilty, but he had to pull himself together, and said angrily: "Guard Yang, please go and invite the doctor yourself, Deng Jian, to get a towel for dipping water."

  Fang Jifan tried Fang Jinglong's breath. Fortunately, the breath was smooth. Although the pulse was weak, it was not disordered, and he was relieved.

  This damned prodigal son... Fang Jifan didn't know he was scolding that guy from before, but himself.

   Fortunately, the people in the mansion are in a mess now, and they didn't notice anything unusual about this young master Fang.

  …………

  The warm pavilion in the Forbidden City.

  Emperor Hongzhi has been in poor health recently, but he has always been diligent, even though he is not well, he still dare not neglect government affairs.

   Not long ago, someone came to play, saying that Nanhe Bofang Jinglongping returned to the court triumphantly after the Southwest chieftain rebellion, had entered the capital, and would soon enter the palace for an audience.

  Emperor Hongzhi immediately blushed, overjoyed.

  He leaned on the soft cushion, and while summoning Nan He Bo, he was holding a piece of "Debating Traitors" in his hand, while the crown prince Zhu Houzhao stood cautiously by the side, with a look of pig's liver.

Zhu Houzhao is the only son of Emperor Hongzhi, so he dotes on him very much. Looking at the young prince in front of him, Hongzhi's eyes are full of love: "I heard that the masters taught you recently is "Debate on Traitors", which was written by Su Yu. Xun's writing, although this article is a bit mean, but it also has its advantages, have you read it well?"

   "Familiar... I have read it well..." Zhu Houzhao lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, not daring to look up at Hongzhi.

   I was really afraid of something, so Hongzhi smiled and said: "Since that's the case, then... I will recite it and listen to it."

  Zhu Houzhao's dripping eyes were instantly bloodshot, he was busy hooking his eyes on his boots, and said stutteringly: "Things...things must...must come, reason...reason..."

  After sorting it out for a long time, I couldn’t recite it anymore.

  Hongzhi leaned slightly, a little displeased: "You have been studying for half a month, but you only memorized these five characters? The masters of Zhan Shifu taught them carefully, and you didn't listen to a single word?"

  Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "I know my mistake."

  Hongzhi frowned, showing a stern look: "You are the prince, and you will inherit the great rule in the future. If you don't study, how can you be sensible, and how can you rule the world if you don't understand the truth?"

  Zhu Houzhao tremblingly: "My son... my son..."

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's terrified look, Emperor Hongzhi's heart softened, his stern eyes melted, and he sighed: "Hey, you are spoiled by your mother, you can't do this in the future, if you want Study hard."

  Zhu Houzhao's eyes flashed a sly look. In the past, whenever the father taught him a lesson, as long as he showed fear, the father would always soften his heart, and today is no exception. He hurriedly said: "I have made a note."

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled wryly and shook his head: "You..."

He wanted to scold a few words, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he simply said to the eunuchs on the left and right: "Didn't Nan Hebo come to Beijing? Why haven't I seen you yet? I have been waiting here, and I will go to the Secretary of the General Administration to urge you." .”

"yes."

  (end of this chapter)