After dinner, Fang Shu went down to rest, Fang Ziqi invited the old father to come to the study, the oil lamp emitted a soft light, and the fine sand in the hourglass slowly flowed down, Fang Ziqi smiled and said, "I knew that my father was coming, but my son didn't expect my father to want to pit my son." ”

Fang Kui made a solemn face, "The emperor values you, so he is willing to entrust his beloved son." ”

Fang Ziqi came back to his senses and smiled leisurely, "My son's situation is not as good as that of Li Hou Ye, Li Hou Ye didn't know it at the beginning, he can do it with his own heart, Brother Shen is smart and bold, and he is full of opportunities at a young age, so he doesn't need to worry about Li Hou Ye, Fang Jing is a smart and sensitive child, a smart child thinks a lot, and a sensitive child is more fragile." ”

What Fang Ziqi said was not Fang Kui's concern, Fang Jing's child was too sensitive.

Fang Kui was silent for a long time, "Your Majesty said something, my father was sweating at that time, and I have lived for my father for fifty years and springs, and I have some knowledge, and my Majesty has thought far-reaching, and even thought of it decades later." ”

Fang Ziqi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Decades later? ”

"Majesty starts from the rise and fall of the previous dynasties, and deliberately said that the Ming Emperor of the previous dynasty killed three sons in one day, and His Majesty means that the prince came too early."

Didn't the prince come too early, the child grew up fast, and he grew up in a few years, the emperor was young, it was the time when he was ambitious, how should the prince deal with himself in the future? The emperor refused to set up a subordinate official of the East Palace, but instead entrusted the prince to the Fang family secretly, which valued the Fang family, why not throw this trouble to the Fang family.

It's just that the emperor should also pretend to be confused on the surface, which emperor of the past dynasties is not pretending to be confused, and the emperor is willing to say those words clearly. Not letting the Fang family guess his mind shows that the emperor is open in his heart.

Fang Ziqi thought about it for a while and couldn't help but sigh, "Your Majesty's idea is really wonderful, it will depend on the prince in the future." ”

The emperor is only weak in the year of the crown, there will be many sons in the future, and there are not many people in history who have really taken over the throne by the eldest son.

Fang Kui Senran said, "Our family is a pure minister. Successive generations do not participate in the battle for storage positions. You have to keep that in mind. ”

Fang Ziqi's expression also became solemn, "My son understands." ”

There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the moonlight was vain and hazy. That trace of light white seems to be able to be erased with your hands. The moonlight was drowned in the starry sky. There is no moonlight in the deep courtyard, only the soft orange light on the windows, and the window paper shows the silhouettes of the father and son.

The starlight faded. When dawn came, Fang Jing pushed the door out and looked into the courtyard, behind him were the panicked voices of the two maids, "What is the second young master doing when he gets up so early?" ”

Fang Jing looked at the two of them, went back to the house and sat down without saying a word, and saw that the two of them were still standing, "Aren't you two maids?" What should the maids do? ”

Wenxiu and Wanrong are Du's maids, and they have been with Du for seven or eight years, where do they know the identity of the second young master, and they are unhappy for their wife, and they inevitably weigh the second young master's catties and taels during their actions.

Wen Xiu laughed when she saw the second young master asking, "It's not dawn yet, the second young master will rest for a while?" Madame has to comb her hair after a while, and it is not too late for the second young master to come over to see her. ”

Fang Jing remembered what his father said about the slave bully, and said with a small face, "You still don't serve Young Master Ben to freshen up?" ”

The two maids glanced at each other, but they didn't expect the second young master to be a temperamental, so they hurriedly went out and poured a basin of warm water, handed over towels and other things, and put them on the tripod, "The second young master is here." ”

Fang Jing glanced at them again, he learned to groom by himself, and he didn't need the help of the maid, Fang Jing washed his hands and cleaned his face and ordered, "Pen and ink are waiting." ”

The two maids didn't understand, such a big little young master asked to prepare pen and ink?

Seeing that the two of them were still not moving, Fang Jing frowned, "You two go, Young Master Ben doesn't need you." ”

The two maids withdrew, still yawning, the sky was just dawning, what were you doing when you got up so early, the two of them didn't understand that the second young master had fired them both.

Fang Jing squatted in the house, while still reciting loudly, the two maids came in to take a look, the second young master refused to take care of them, the two of them went down to freshen up, and the maids and women in the yard got up.

The father and son of the Fang family chatted for a night, and before dawn they went to the yard for a walk, and walked to Yihong Pavilion intentionally or unintentionally, and heard the sound of Lang Lang's books from a distance, Fang Ziqi stood and listened for a while, looked at his father and smiled, "I picked up a big bargain." ”

How can a cheap old man be so good, a child of Fang Shu's age, where would he lightly agree with others as his father.

His identity is so valuable, it's really a thankless errand.

Half an hour later, the sound of reading in the room stopped, Fang Ziqi pushed the courtyard door in, and saw that the little maids had all gotten up and sprinkled and swept, Wenxiu hurriedly smiled and said, "The second young master was about to say hello to Mr., and Mr. came over." ”

The son should visit his father, and Wenxiu can be regarded as helping the second young master speak.

Fang Ziqi pushed open the door and came in, Fang Jing's eyes were shining, and when he saw Fang Ziqi's face turned red, he bowed down, and his eyes turned red immediately, "Su'er kowtow to Daddy." ”

Respectfully kowtowed three times, and Fang Zi accepted it.

Fang Ziqi's mind is not ordinarily strong, if this is where Marquis Li dares.

Fang Ziqi looked at him with a smile, the child was a little aggrieved, flattened his mouth and endured not to cry, tears were in the circles of his eyes, and they would fall in the blink of an eye, Fang Ziqi couldn't help but sigh secretly, the emperor didn't even send a familiar nanny, and the child would always be a little scared when he arrived here.

Fang Ziqi smiled and said, "What else does Su'er want?" Say a word to the Father. ”

Fang Jing's tears were withdrawn, and her eyes were still red, "Those two maids don't want it, they don't listen to it, they ask for pen and ink, and when will they study and practice martial arts?" ”

In the end, it is the prince, and he has the confidence to speak, Fang Ziqi smiled.

Fang Ziqi stretched out his hand, Fang Jing hesitated and handed over his little hand, Fang Ziqi pulled him out, "I didn't know that Su'er would come yesterday, I didn't have all the colors, take you around for my father, you can live wherever you like, and the subordinates who serve don't like it will be replaced with a good one, and there is no reason to let Su'er be wronged." ”

"Can I live closer to Daddy? The father said that the kindness is greater than the grace of life, and the father asked the emperor to honor her father. ”

Fang Jing's eyes turned red again after saying this, "Su'er still has to write a chapter for her father, and the maid doesn't give pen and ink." ”

It turned out that it was because I didn't want to write and ink to be wronged.

"Can you write a cantata? It's just that you can't talk like this in the house in the future, you have to say that you have to write letters, and some things can only be said in your father's study, so be careful when speaking in front of your subordinates. ”

Fang Jing looked to both sides, only to see some grass and trees, no one around, and the child was relieved.

Fang Ziqi's study was in the front yard, as soon as he entered the courtyard and saw Fang Kui dancing the sword there, Fang Jing watched, the old man had this sword in his hand, and after practicing for a long time, he collected the sword momentum, Fang Jing ran over, "Grandpa is so powerful." ”

The three grandchildren entered the study, Fang Ziqi praised first, "Reading poetry and books at dawn, Su'er's habits are very good, after eating breakfast for a while, I have to go to the yamen office for my father, and I am not in the house during the day, I thought about it for my father, and I picked a learned gentleman for my father, and then taught you to read at night for my father, what do you think?" ”

Fang Jing nodded, "Su'er listens to Daddy's arrangement." ”

"Daddy is going to be on an errand in the Dark Cloud Guard? Su'er has something to ask, when Su'er came, Chen Zhizhong was about to return to his hometown, and the people ran to keep him, knocked their box to the ground, and dropped out a lot of jewelry. Did he go to Dali Temple Prison? ”

In the end, it is a royal child, and the focus is high.

Fang Ziqi said with a smile, "Lord Chen is very knowledgeable, and the writing of the chapter is brilliant, which makes people admire, Lord Chen has been an official for more than 40 years, and there are 100,000 chapters. ”

Fang Jing blinked in confusion, "You also published a book for him?" ”

Fang Ziqi took a thick thread-bound book, "Su'er is still young, maybe she can't understand it." ”

Fang Shu opened it and looked, in front of it was Lord Chen's Yulu, 300 yuan per month, spring and winter rewarded 20 horses of silk, 30 horses of silk, 100 taels of winter cotton, 100 stones of Lu Su, 1,200 bunches of salary, 1,600 scales of charcoal, 7 stones of salt, and 40 hectares of vocational fields, tea and soup money, kitchen material money, etc., and there were many rewards from the imperial court over the years.

Chen Zhizhong was only a magistrate in the first fifteen or six years of his official life, and he came to the capital in the last year of Tongqing, and only began to soar in the Zhaoming period, so it can be said that Lord Chen was promoted by the first emperor.

After that, it was Master Chen's recitals over the years, and Fang Jing turned a few pages and couldn't quite understand it.

Why didn't my father arrest Chen Zhizhong? His father said that Chen Zhizhong had obtained ill-gotten gains, why did his father help him publish a book? Fang Jing came to his senses, and the child was obviously thinking.

Fang Ziqi smiled slightly, the emperor's mind is as delicate as the sea, when he does one thing, he often has many purposes, and he also thought about it for a long time before he deduced the seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, eight, these can't be explained to Fang Jing.

It is a great sin to guess the divine will, so guess in his heart.

After breakfast, Fang Jing wanted to write a letter, the child was a little impatient, he had a lot to say to his father, Fang Ziqi knew that the prince was studying with the emperor, and the emperor had also taught him for three months, so it was difficult for him to write a letter.

Fang Jing sat in the study for a long time and didn't come out, and when he handed the letter to Fang Ziqi, Fang Ziqi raised his eyebrows, quite surprised, Fang Jing wrote thousands of words, all neat fly-headed small letters.

Fang Jing remembered that Chen Zhizhong fainted to death, and the women of the Chen family couldn't care about Chen Zhizhong, and they all cried and looked at the jewelry on the ground, where is this like the home of poetry, books and etiquette advertised in Chen Zhizhong's mouth? The child was very puzzled, why didn't his father cure Lord Chen's sin? If this was the emperor's grandfather, he would have ordered the house to be raided a long time ago.

The father also ordered someone to sort out Chen Zhizhong's recitals, print them and send them to officials, is this considered a commendation? (To be continued......)