Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes, and looked blankly at the red curtain in front of him, and in the distance was the Xuanqin case and the furniture like a red sandalwood round stool.

In front of the curtain stood a guy in a green coat and a small hat, staring at him deadly, and then this guy showed a very poor smile, with a sensual flattery in his smile: "The young master is awake......"

Fang Jifan chuckled in his heart, this is ...... Wear...... As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan can be 100% sure that the furnishings here, as well as this inexplicable man, in his own time, even if it is a large film and television investment, it is impossible to lay such a scene.

There was no panic and fright, Fang Jifan's heart was faintly excited, after so many years of learning, he didn't expect to be able to get a glimpse of the ancients today!

The ancients, looking at this guy who was smiling a little cheaply, Fang Jifan couldn't help but think, this is ...... Is it the ancients?

"This is the year of Hongji?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy and painting on the wall, and the inscription was a calligrapher in the orthodox year of the Ming Dynasty.

And leaning on the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted the attention of Fang Jifan, this is the style of the middle of the Ming Dynasty, after the Hongzhi Dynasty, it is not very popular, the Xuanqin case seems to be a new system, so calculated, this should be undoubtedly in the Hongzhi period.

The man in the green coat and the little hat nodded, but he still looked at Fang Jifan directly.

After being confirmed, Fang Jifan sat up from the bed suddenly, patted his thigh, and said excitedly: "Ning Wang Ke is still there?" There is also the rebellion of the little prince in the north, and the handmade textile industry in the south has begun to rise......" Fang Jifan's eyebrows fluttered: "The current emperor is also a saint, and there is a lot to be ......done."

Fang Jifan was very excited, this is a good era, a man's husband, doing scholarship and studying history, there are always too many regrets, there is nothing big in his last life, and he can't imagine that he has finally come to a useful place.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library, and he studied the history of the Ming Dynasty, not only did he know a lot about the history of the Ming Dynasty, but he also knew the local chronicles of this era, and he knew everything about it.

In my previous life, I was lonely anyway, and it doesn't seem bad to come to this era.

Fang Jifan even admired his heart...... It's huge.

The face of the guy in the little hat in Tsing Yi changed, and he said hesitantly: "Young master...... You...... You say...... Promising? ”

"That's right." Fang Jifan cheered up, he was a young master, so this person was either a scholar or a long-term follower, his excitement had not passed, and he said with great interest: "The man's husband is alive, and he has been the title of the gold list since he became a meritorious ......."

Speaking of this, the face of the man in the green coat and the little hat changed from doubt to sadness, and he shouted: "Young master... Master... I'm sick again... Come...... Someone..."

Fang Jifan was taken aback, how could this ...... What's going on?

Syllable......

The door was suddenly knocked open by a few sturdy men, and they all looked like wolves.

The sunlight outside also poured in, and these burly bodies covered the excess light.

Then, a slightly trembling man wearing a Confucian shirt and a goatee with the appearance of a gentleman walked in with a medicine box on his back and said excitedly: "Young master, young master's illness...... Guilty again... Quick, quick, prick the needle! ”

With an order, those sturdy men rushed towards Fang Jifan, and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, NMGB, he scolded in his heart, because he saw that the old gentleman had taken out an inch-long silver needle from the box, and with a sad look, he said to Fang Jifan: "The disease that the young master suffers from is a brain disease, and you must not hide the disease and avoid the doctor, come and come, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Just get a stitch in the needle..."

Fang Jifan's jaw was about to drop in horror: "I...... I'm not sick......"

While administering the needle, the doctor shook his head and said: "That's right, this symptom was when I was sick in the past, young master, bear with it, the old man's acupuncture method is handed down by the ancestors, there is a disease to cure the disease, you can still exercise if you are not sick, young master, you lie down!" ”

Yes......

With the howl like killing a pig, after half a sound, Fang Jifan was silent.

His hands and feet were controlled, and the old gentleman actually pierced the silver needle directly into the back of his head, Fang Jifan didn't scream, but he was so frightened that he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the old gentleman's needle would be punctured.

The most important thing is that I have been afraid of injections since I was a child!

Such a long needle pierced the head raw, this is a cure, this is murder, your uncle's!

Before the needle was taken out, the old gentleman pinched his beard again and shook his head and sighed: "There is no medicine for the brain-dead, and the old man is only temporarily controlling the condition according to the ancient prescription, whether he can be cured depends on the young master's own luck." ”

The guy in the green coat and the little hat hid on the edge of the couch and sobbed in a low voice: "Young master, young master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by the uncle, don't be afraid, just prick the needle for a few months, the uncle has been repairing the book and going home and instructed, as long as the young master's illness can be cured, no matter what method is used... In short, it is absolutely impossible to avoid medical treatment...... The young master is the only son of the uncle, and the young master endures it...... Bear with me......"

Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.

………………

Noon.

The scenery outside the window is pleasant, but Fang Jifan is not in the mood to enjoy the scenery!

This is the twenty-seventh day that Fang Jifan has come to this world, of course, he doesn't know how many needles he has been pierced, and every time he gets a needle, for Fang Jifan, it is a ghost gate.

An ancient 'famous doctor' pierced a silver needle into the back of your head, and stirred it slightly, Fang Jifan trembled when he thought about it to this day.

Twenty-seven days was enough for Fang Jifan to understand everything.

The original owner of this body was the only son of Da Ming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.

The hereditary earl of the Fang family was earned during the Battle of Jingjing, and the ancestors followed Zhu Di, the king of Yan, from the dragon and from Beiping City to Nanjing.

And the owner of this body......

Well, it's no wonder that he only said one sentence about how a manly husband should be regarded as a brain-dead, because this guy is a complete scumbag, the biggest evil in the capital, the loser of the losers, can be called full of evil!

A few days ago, this guy was sick, so he invited a famous doctor to come and see, thinking that it was because of mental problems, and he never gave up treatment...... Treatment is to be continued......

It's stupid.

Fang Jifan reflected on himself, he was still too young, when he first arrived, he actually said something to people about making meritorious contributions and serving the country and the people, this is looking for a draw.

A wicked loser who behaves so abnormally, in the eyes of others, is not a neurosis, what is it?

Well, in order to give up treatment, he must be more Fang Jifan than before.

At this time, the door of the bedroom was already open, and a little girl with a good face came in, and the one who came from the back was Fang Jifan's long entourage, the guy in the green coat and the little hat, named Deng Jian.

A new day...... It's here again.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath, in the past twenty days, he had figured out the rules, and he also had a general understanding of the background of this family, naturally, he had already understood the original Fang Jifan thoroughly.

The little girl arrived at the couch and saluted: "Young master, get up." ”

Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing an impatient look, he cheered for himself in his heart: "Loser, loser, buddy is a loser, don't show your feet." ”

Fang Jifan said fiercely: "What time is it?" Early in the morning, what's the ghost called? ”

The little girl was frightened and her pretty face was slightly unnatural: "The day ...... It's three poles up. ”

"It's only three poles......" Fang Jifan bared his teeth: "Young master, am I the one who got up with three poles?" Sleep for another hour! ”

Deng Jian, who was in a small hat in Tsing Yi, hurriedly stepped forward, nodded and said, "Young master, it's too early, but I'm afraid that the young master will be hungry......"

"Okay, okay......" Fang Jifan had to turn over and get up and change his clothes under the service of the little girl.

Of course, Fang Jifan had to show his appearance, staring at the little girl's chest, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xiangxiang, you have grown up, come and come, the young master will come to test."

FANG JIFAN'S HAND WAS GENTLY TWISTED ON XIAO XIANGXIANG'S INCENSE TUN, XIAO XIANGXIANG WAS SO FRIGHTENED THAT THE FLOWERS AND BRANCHES TREMBLED, HER EYES WERE RED, AND TEARS WERE ABOUT TO FALL.

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, a little unbearable, but when he saw Deng Jian on the side, he hurriedly crossed his hands and said, "Hahahaha...... Xiao Nizi is still shy, don't be afraid, the young master loves you. ”

Xiao Xiangxiang hurriedly wanted to hide, Fang Jifan took advantage of the excuse to get off the donkey, and did not continue to harass, Deng Jian on the side smiled cheaply: "The young master is wise, the young master is martial arts, the young master's true colors have not changed, the villain admires it, and the five bodies are on the ground." ”

"you!" Fang Jifan raised his legs, kicked Deng Jian over, and said angrily: "Young Master has nothing but handsome and dashing, you dare to say that you are wise and martial?" Can the wise and martial arts be eaten as a meal? Something like a dog. ”

Deng Jian rolled on the ground and cried bitterly.

Fang Jifan was shocked, what, could it be that Fang just kicked it heavily? Sin, sin, I'm sorry, it's just ...... Hey, buddy is also very embarrassed, if this young master is polite, how can he give up treatment?

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Deng Jian turned over all the time, but he tilted his head and said excitedly: "The young master's illness is finally better, the little one... Small... I'm really happy for the young master, the villain is crying with joy, crying with joy. ”

Well?

Fang Jifan was stunned, is this okay?