Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 9 Big Bound

  Fang Jifan was extremely excited, but seeing that Deng Jian was still there, he smiled and returned to his true self as a prodigal son: "Your Majesty's kindness is great, but...just..."

"Just what?" The little **** spoke righteously, and Fang Jifan didn't show any good looks at all: "Hehe, we naturally know that the young master of the Fang family would never go. We also heard that the year before last, Your father, Nan He Bo, wanted someone to carry you, but you refused to do so. But let me say the ugly thing first, we came here on order, even if it is to tie you up, I will tie you up."

He stared at Fang Jifan like a poisonous snake, seemingly puzzled, lowered his voice, and continued: "Don't think your Fang family is an earl, but in our eyes, what is it? If you are appreciated by His Majesty, you will have no worries. To tell you the truth, what does Your Majesty think of you father and son? You still have to rely on the people around you. In this palace, who is closest to Your Majesty? Hey..."

  Fang Jifan knew that the young **** had achieved success in one day, and was about to show off his authority and threaten himself, so he sighed: "If you don't go, you will kidnap people. Is it unreasonable?"

"Then give it a try." The little **** narrowed his eyes and glared at Fang Jifan viciously, as if our enmity was settled and we'll wait and see: "Your surname is Fang, is it worthy of reasoning with us? "

  Fang Jifan smiled, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then he walked slowly to the willow table. There were several teacups and teapots on the table. He took a pair of empty teacups and played with them.

  The little **** became impatient: "Mr. Fang, how long are you going to dawdle?"

Fang Jifan gave him a weird smile. This prodigal son suddenly gave the little **** a gentle and jade-like appearance. The little **** thought it was an illusion, and he was in a daze. Sure enough, the gentle appearance just disappeared. Instead, there was a look of malice on his face. He saw a gleam of coldness shoot out of Fang Jifan's eyes. Immediately afterwards, the teacup in his hand fell out of his hand and flew straight to the little eunuch's forehead.

Snapped…

  Fang Jifan slammed the teacup fiercely, hitting the young eunuch's forehead, the little **** yelled, and bright red blood flowed from his forehead immediately, the little eunuch's brain was buzzing, and he was stunned.

   Crazy, crazy.

  The little **** gritted his teeth and roared sharply: "Fang, you dare to beat... beat the imperial envoy, you are so brave... What are you trying to do? You..."

  He covered his forehead and yelled.

  Fang Jifan smiled at him, with a look of indifference, took out the Concubine Xiang fan, fanned it slowly, and said word by word: "Fang Jifan doesn't believe me, you dare to tie me up!"

  The little **** was completely dumbfounded.

  Provocation, this is naked provocation.

  There were already blood blisters on his forehead, the little eunuch's face was distorted in pain, and most importantly, Fang Jifan dared to say that he had no eggs, the last time he scolded himself for having no eggs, this time...

  He roared sharply: "We dare not tie you? You said we dare not tie you? If we dare not tie you, the surname will be written upside down!"

When he touched his forehead, he bared his teeth in pain. This guy was so ruthless that the teacup shattered, and pieces of porcelain were embedded in the flesh on his forehead. His hand that touched his forehead was wet with blood, and he yelled: " Come, come, tie him up, tie him up!"

  There was a young **** outside who brought along a pro-army on business. Seeing the battle, he didn't dare to hesitate, rushed in, without saying a word, took the rope, and restrained Fang Jifan.

The little **** still didn't let go of his hatred. He knew in his heart that if such a thing happened during his business trip this time, he could of course go back to the palace to complain, but to His Majesty, Fang Jifan was certainly guilty. My own future is gone.

  So I couldn’t go back to the palace to file a complaint, so I had to kidnap someone. Didn’t you, Fang Jifan, say that we don’t have any seeds? We have ones to show you.

  He took the rope, took advantage of the effort of the two pro-military generals to subdue Fang Jifan, tied Fang Jifan tightly, and felt that he had relieved his hatred a lot.

  Fang Jifan was honest and let him tie him up. When this little **** **** Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan couldn't help but roll his eyes. The **** is indeed an eunuch. Tie a rope, and your sister even tied a bow.

  The little **** seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and ordered people to **** Fang Jifan to the pro-military governor's mansion.

This so-called pro-military Dudu’s Mansion is different from the Dudu’s Mansion of the Five Armies. It claims to govern the 26 Guards of the Pro-Army. Bale, of course, is also responsible for proofreading.

  Many meritorious children came here today. These young men are all energetic and eager to try.

  They are all descendants of the nobles of the Ming Dynasty.

  The chief examiner appointed by Emperor Hongzhi was Zhang Mao, the British Duke. The elderly Duke looked at the young heroes in the room, but he was always comforted. Many people were old acquaintances, and Zhang Mao had high hopes for them.

There were more than 500 students who were reviewing, and they were divided into six examination rooms. He reviewed them one by one. When he arrived at the last examination room, he stopped in the python robe, looking extraordinarily refreshed, and said to the examinees: "You are all honorable and noble, and you have received the grace of your ancestors. Today, you will review them and divide them into grades, grades, grades, and grades. The purpose is to select talents. Those who are outstanding will be like your fathers and ancestors. Conquer from above, enter the tent, and live well." Show your abilities, fight for your father and grandparents, and get a golden belt."

  Everyone said: "Yes."

After Zhang Mao finished speaking, he laughed out loud. This golden belt has allusions. The rules of proofreading began with Emperor Taizu Gao. The emperor was riding in Xiyuan, and Zhang Mao shot three arrows in a row, so he was awarded a gold belt.

This golden belt is still tied around Zhang Mao's waist. Although he is an extremely human minister, he has not only inherited the Duke of the State, but also worshiped as the Grand Master. It is not a violation of any belt he wants to wear, but in his heart, This golden belt is a symbol of honor.

  The meritorious disciples looked greedily at the belt that Zhang Mao was wearing, and all of them were eager to try it.

   Just as he was talking, there was noise from outside, Zhang Mao frowned slightly, and several pro-military military officers on the left and right were also very surprised. Some people saw Zhang Mao's displeasure, and hurriedly said: "Go down and have a look."

  Zhang Mao said with a cold face: "No matter who is making noise, today's review is a big matter, so bring people here!"

   Seeing that the British prince was angry, everyone was trembling, and after a while, they saw someone **** and escorted by two pro-armies.

Zhang Mao saw that the kidnapped people were familiar, and before asking, the little **** stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, this servant is ordered by His Majesty. Fang Jifan, the son of Yanan and Bo, came to review, and this servant is here to serve you." Please don't blame me if you follow the decree."

  Fang...following...Fan...

  Fang Jifan felt that the atmosphere of the whole examination hall suddenly changed.

  The meritorious disciples around me moved here curiously at first to watch the excitement, but when they heard the words Fang Jifan, they all backed away like gods of plague.

   Then, someone roared with laughter.

  (end of this chapter)