Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 89 The Sword of Benevolence and Righteousness

  Li Dongyang laughed again: "Throughout the ages, people not only seek swords, but also guard against swords. But Fang Jifan's Bingjian is very interesting. He can be used by His Royal Highness, but he never worries that it will hinder the Lord."

  Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes and looked at Li Dongyang in disbelief: "I would like to hear more about it."

Li Dongyang said lightly: "This son is a great talent. This talent is not comparable to Confucian scholars. Your Majesty and the crown prince can make full use of it, so there is no need to be suspicious. In this world, the most harmful sword is like Wang Mang. A person with a good reputation in the world, like Fang Jifan... how could he hinder the Lord?"

  Hongzhi was taken aback.

  Finally, he understood what Li Dongyang meant.

  Yes, the monarch is eager for talents, and hopes to use talents to govern the country and the world, but in the end, when the prestige of these talents is getting higher and higher, the more powerful they are, there is the possibility of backlash. Just like Wang Mang, as a foreign relative, he was deeply trusted, full of knowledge, and famous all over the world, so Wang Mang usurped the Han.

As for Fang Jifan... This guy, not to mention he has a brain disorder, just a few days ago, many people impeached him and listed the **** things he did. Once such a person gains power in the future, he will be ambitious and want to rebel... Uh ...is anyone following? Or in other words, even if there are ten or eight people with not very bright minds following, what about the rest?

  Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help laughing, "Li Qing's family's views are really unique."

   Outside, the sound of firecrackers came from far and near.

  Emperor Hongzhi didn't say anything, and he didn't know what he thought about Li Dongyang. He just smiled: "The twelfth year of Hongzhi is about to start..."

   "Yes, Your Majesty, the twelfth year of Hongzhi is about to begin."

  …

  The Fang family is extremely lively today.

   Not only did the servants wear new clothes, but dozens of guests also came. These guests were arranged in the hall, and Manager Yang personally entertained them.

This has always been the rule of the Fang family. At this time of year, Fang Jinglong will call some old brothers in the camp. These old brothers are just ordinary military households. They didn't have a family, so they are lonely and helpless; some of them were the soldiers brought out by Fang Jinglong back then, some with broken hands and some with lame legs. Their demeanor was different from ordinary people. Extraordinary enthusiasm, some touched Fang Jifan's face, some patted his head, everyone gathered together and commented: "Young master has really grown up."

   "The skin is too tender."

   "Yeah, yeah, rougher is better, rougher is better."

   "The bone is a little lighter, I'm afraid I can't open the bow."

   There are also some people who are a little shy, maybe because of their low status, they rush to salute Fang Jifan; "I have seen you, young master."

  Although they have different ecology and performance, but there is one thing, most of them seem to be shining with some kind of brilliance in their smiling eyes.

Fang Jifan respected these people very much. He heard Guanshi Yang mention it. For example, the one who broke an arm. His father called him Lao Liu. When he suppressed the bandits, a stray arrow shot at Fang Jinglong. He was Fang Jinglong's personal soldier at the time. , with sharp eyesight and quick hands, blocked Fang Jinglong's arrow, and thus suffered a lifelong disability.

  Many people are in the same situation, Fang Jifan hesitated, whether he should greet him, or pretend that he is still that prodigal son, still looking fierce.

  But during this hesitation, Deng Jian rushed over and said with a smile: "I have seen you military masters."

  Fang Jifan was stunned for a moment, Deng Jian, when did he treat people so politely?

   While he was in a trance, Deng Jian secretly winked at Fang Jifan.

   All of a sudden, Fang Jifan had a feeling of enlightenment. It turned out that the prodigal son in the past was still watching people order dishes. Could it be that he thought these uncles were not easy to mess with, so...Your uncle, it turns out that guy...isn't stupid.

  Fang Jifan didn't hesitate any longer, and bowed obediently: "I have seen you uncles."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed: "Being more and more polite, what a good boy, people say you... um... Of course, these are all rumors, I don't believe it, these sons of **** are throwing dirt on the Fang family Water, I went back, picked up a knife, chopped them up and fed them to the dogs!"

   "..." Fang Jifan's face was very stiff, they are really 'free and unrestrained', no wonder the prodigal son in the past, when he saw them, he was like a quail.

   The uncles have met, the whole family, after the New Year’s Eve dinner, countless lanterns were lit up and down the house, and some young servants were poking their heads in the lobby, looking forward to Master Fang’s fireworks.

  Fang Jifan bowed to the uncles at the table: "My juniors go to set off the fireworks."

   Most of the uncles were drunk, and they talked about how they hacked people back then, and they were so vivid, like a ghost story, Fang Jifan was horrified.

Fang Jinglong was half drunk, staggered, and repeated: "I'm happy, I'm so happy... Let me tell you, I teach my children well... You go out to inquire... Inquire... My ancestral grave is also well buried, auspicious place, you don't know A few days ago, I went to pay my respects to my ancestors. From a distance, I saw green smoke rising from the ancestor's cemetery... Jifan, Jifan, show your uncles your golden belt, oh , go to set off fireworks? Go for my father too."

   Shaking, let others help, followed out.

  Fang Jifan asked several excited young servants to bring the fireworks.

  Looking at the fireworks, which were half the size of a box, many people were speechless.

  There will be fireworks early in the morning, but... most of them are short and feeble, which cannot be compared with Fang Jifan's special fireworks.

  Fang Jifan crossed his hands and laughed loudly: "Today I will teach the capital to be colorless."

  Fang Jinglong leaned forward curiously, watching the fireworks, the wine actually woke up more than half of it, and he couldn't help saying: "Jifan, nothing will happen, why does my right eye keep twitching?"

   "..."

  Fang Jifan said: "Everyone back off, everyone back off, little Deng Deng."

  Deng Jian smiled and said: "The little one is here."

   "Go light the fire."

"Oh…"

Deng Jian blew the fire, stepped forward with a smile, and looked back, but saw that the people who were still around the boss just now hid completely, and even Fang Jinglong staggered and ran more than ten feet away. Yes...Master...Master, what are you doing so far, why are you lying down?

  Deng Jian suddenly trembled, and he yelled at Fang Jifan a little unconfidently: "Master, nothing will happen."

   "No, no, hurry up!" Fang Jifan also yelled in response. Seemingly feeling uneasy, Fang Jifan ran back dozens of steps, and stopped when he reached a big locust tree in front of the court. As soon as he burrowed, he hid behind the big locust tree, showing half of his head: "Hurry up!" Click, it's safe, the young master guarantees his personality!"

  Deng Jian suddenly wanted to cry: "But young master, I'm a little scared."

   "Don't be afraid!" Fang Jifan encouraged him: "I can't die!"

"Oh!" Deng Jian had no choice but to poke at PIGU tremblingly, but his hands were still trembling, and he couldn't hold the fire. He finally aimed at the lead wire, and there was a sound of sparks, and Deng Jian ran away like crazy. Open, behind him, there was a sudden loud noise, all of a sudden, the doors and windows of Fang's house trembled.

  (end of this chapter)