Mei Zizi carried the sick note, and Fang Zheng went home. Lying on the bed, my brain began to think, what way will Ming'er find to hand over this sick note? Since he is a patient, he should make the posture of a patient, and it is definitely inappropriate for him to have a spirit like this now, so he should not know that he is dying, and then ask the two nurses to carry this young master to the Jinluan Palace? But...... Isn't this kind of acting too formal?

Or another way, Ming'er in front of the emperor and the ministers in the Jinluan Palace, to make an impassioned patriotic speech, and then talking, this young master suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, shook his body a few more times, clenched his fists to fight against the disease, and finally closed his eyes, and fell heroically on the hot land of the Jinluan Palace, where I had fought, and then took out the sick note and handed it to the emperor before carrying it away, asking him to sign it......

After thinking of several plans, Fang Zheng was not very satisfied, thinking about it, Fang Zheng fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was almost time to turn the lamp, Fang Zheng found that he was covered with a thin quilt, and looked around, there was food on the table of the Eight Immortals, and under the oil lamp next to the table, a petite and slender figure was dozing off with his little head in his right hand.

Fang Zheng quietly lifted the thin quilt, walked over, and looked at the sleeping little green lovingly, this girl was too bitter in her heart, not to mention taking care of him, a lazy young master, day and night, she was always worried about the safety of her mother. At such a young age, how did she survive? There is still no news from the spies in the Xingqing Mansion army, although Xiao Lu, this girl doesn't ask, but Fang Zheng knows that she is in a hurry.

Stretching out his hands, Fang Zheng gently picked up the sleeping little green and walked to the bed.

Midori slept very lightly, noticed the movement, and immediately woke up, startled by the manly breath on the person holding her. How could a woman in ancient times be held casually? The little green eye flicked his legs without opening them, broke free from Fang Zheng's embrace, and stood on the ground, followed by a beautiful "Divine Dragon Swing Tail", which kicked Fang Zheng's stomach hard......

It's slow to say, but it's all just a blink of an eye. Fang Zheng was still holding the beautiful woman with warm nephrite in his hand one second, and the next second he felt a light in his hand, and then he saw the surrounding scenery quickly retreating backwards, and the whole person was like a sugarcane that had been broken by the waist, forming an acute angle shape, until his back hit the wall hard before he stopped, and then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, just like Sun Wukong swinging in the belly of the princess of the iron fan, and he also tied a beautiful bow in his intestines......

"Ahh

"Ahh ”

Fang Zheng was so painful that he couldn't speak, and only one thought flashed through his mind: "That sick note...... Mistyped ......"

Xiao Lu was so anxious that tears came out, he kept rubbing Fang Zheng's stomach, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, young master, Xiao Lu didn't know it was you......"

Fang Zheng barely squeezed out an ugly smile, gritted his teeth and comforted her: "It's okay...... Xiao Lu, the young master is a sturdy man, this little strength is nothing......"

Going through ancient and modern times, where can I find an unlucky young master like me?

Xiao Lu explained uneasily: "Young Master, Xiao Lu is asleep, I thought it was ...... Thought someone was going to ...... Lighter than me, so ......"

A lesson in blood! In the future, you have to hug a woman, don't hold a woman with martial arts, even if you want to hold a woman with martial arts, don't hug her when she's asleep, this kind of behavior is not much smarter than touching the tiger's buttocks.

After resting for a while, I finally regained my strength. Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Actually, the young master just saw that you were asleep, and he was worried that you would catch a cold, so he wanted to carry you to the bed to sleep, young master, my motives are very pure......"

Xiao Lu blushed shyly, lowered his head and said softly: "Xiao Lu understands, young master, Xiao Lu won't ...... next time Kicking you again. ”

Fang Zheng's stomach didn't hurt after being rubbed by Xiao Lu for a while, I don't know if Xiao Lu used his internal strength to help him heal, since it didn't hurt anymore, Young Master Fang's flamboyant virtue began to raise his head again: "What are you waiting for next time, just this time, come, let the young master hug you well,...... You are not allowed to use your hands, nor are you allowed to move your feet. ”

After that, he opened his hand and waited for Midori* with a smile.

Xiao Luqiao's face turned red, she glanced at Fang Zheng affectionately, and then turned her body shyly, and left......

Fang Zheng's smile froze on his face, and when he saw that Xiao Lu's figure had disappeared outside the door, he had to put down his hands in disappointment.

This girl has a knot in her heart, and before she finds her mother, she will probably not talk about men and women.

After dinner, Fang Zheng ordered someone to move the table and chairs of the Eight Immortals to the middle of the courtyard, put a few plates of melons, fruits and snacks on the table, and then put a pot of wine, and raised a glass to invite the moon.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there is no air conditioning and electric fans in this era, only the courtyard in the courtyard seems to be able to feel a trace of coolness.

Fang Zheng took a sip of wine, put down the glass, and sighed.

I always feel like I'm getting busier and busier, but I'm busy and I don't know what I'm busy with. It's like a popular saying in the previous life: "If you are not busy, you are busy." ”

Aren't you just busy? What is it for those who are suffering? For the country and the people? Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, his head was too small to wear such a big hat. In order to seal his wife and son? He is now an earl, and he will give birth to a son in the future, and no matter where he goes when he grows up, the name of the earl will definitely not disgrace him. For the sake of thousands of family fortunes? This, it seems that I already have it.

That's enough, right? A man was born in this world, and he has fame and fortune, what else does he want? The position of power is all fleeting, and there is no trace in an instant, only timely enjoyment is the most important thing.

Just think of it as fulfilling the promise to the fat man, be an official for another two years, make more or less contributions, give an explanation to the fat man, the emperor, and his parents, and then the buddies will say goodbye to the old man and take his wives out for a trip.

- Speaking of the wives "we", alas, the number is too small, young master, I haven't done enough, I'm punished with a glass of wine.

After another drink, Young Master Fang shook his head and was about to chant two sentences of obscene poetry and glamorous words, when he tempted Lori Xiaolu, who was waiting beside him, suddenly heard a hearty laughter: "Drink alone under the moon, serve wine with red sleeves, Brother Fang is really a gentleman, hehe." ”

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a fat man.

Fang Zheng smiled: "Why are you kid running here so late?" Is it that my wife doesn't allow you to go to chuang, so you plan to come to me for a night? ”

The fat man smiled when he heard this: "The beauty is beside you, Brother Fang, don't be abrupt." ”

When Xiao Lu on the side saw the fat man, he had already bowed down, and the fat man hurriedly stretched out his hand to help.

"Fatty, is there something wrong with coming so late?"

The fat man sat down and unceremoniously stuffed the snacks on the table into his mouth, and said while eating: "I saw you drinking alone, I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I came to accompany you, and brought you a guest by the way." ”

Fang Zheng was puzzled: "Who?" The mysterious one is your sister? ”

The fat man smiled: "If my sister comes, can you still be so quiet here?" ”

As he spoke, the fat man shouted into the shadows outside the courtyard, "Come out, big hero." ”

In the shadows outside the courtyard, a burly and tall figure flashed out, and when he got closer, he was wearing an armored steel helmet, and the armor was mottled everywhere, and I didn't know whether it was rust or blood.

The sky was too dark, Fang Zheng squinted slightly, and he couldn't see this person's face clearly after looking at it for a long time. However, the people in armor he knew seemed to be no one else except Feng Qiudao.

Fang Zheng shouted uncertainly: "Brother Feng? ”

Hearing this, the man strode towards Fang Zheng, and under the faint light of the lantern, Fang Zheng finally saw this person's appearance clearly.

"Sure enough, it's Brother Feng! Ha ha! Fang Zheng was so happy that he rushed forward with an arrow step, ignoring Feng Qiudao's fist at him, grabbed his right hand, held it vigorously, and kept shaking: "Brother Feng!" …… Did you bring me a souvenir back? ”

Feng Qiudao and the fat man were originally smiling, but when they heard this, their smiles suddenly froze on their faces. - This guy is already an official and a nobleman, why is he still so out of tune?

Seeing the expressions of the two, Fang Zheng couldn't help but shake his head regretfully, the sense of humor of the ancients seemed to be very lacking.

I haven't seen Feng Qiudao for a few months, he has lost weight, he was originally a young and handsome young general, but now he looks a lot of vicissitudes and a lot darker, as if he is more than ten years old. It's just that his eyes are sharper than before, and the light in his eyes is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, which makes people dare not look directly.

Fang Zheng looked at him and said in a solemn tone: "Brother Feng, you have lost weight, and you are much darker than before." - Next time you go on an expedition, remember to take care of your skin, recently Ruyuzhai has a new sunscreen, which is very useful for men, I'll send you a few boxes another day......"

“…………”

The fat man and Feng Qiudao looked at each other, and smiled bitterly in their hearts, when will this guy become a little more serious?

"Lord Fang......" Seeing Fang Zheng glaring at him, Feng Qiudao changed his words and said, "Fang ...... Brother, Feng Mou led the army back to the capital this evening, and the brothers who have just settled down and come back, His Royal Highness King Fu must pull me to you, hehe, it's really annoying so late. ”

"Brother Feng just came to my house as soon as he returned to the capital, this is to look up to me, how can he be bothered?"

Feng Qiudao said with a smile: "Feng has been away from Beijing for a long time, and when he came back, he heard from His Royal Highness King Fu that Brother Fang had entered the court as an official, hehe, it is really gratifying." ”

Fang Zheng said: "Where is it, I am entrusted with Brother Feng's blessing, if you lose the chain on the grassland, my life in the capital will not be guaranteed." Speaking of which, this is all the credit of Brother Feng. ”

The fat man pouted on the side and said, "You two don't praise each other vigorously, it's not disgusting." Brother Fang, the guests are here, why don't you bring wine? We have to clean the dust for General Feng. ”

Fang Zheng was shocked to realize that he was sluggish, and hurriedly ordered someone to move a few jars of good wine that his father had hidden in the cellar, and ordered the kitchen to make a few side dishes, so the three of them drank each other in the courtyard.

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Just finished the yard, go to dinner, and then pick up the yard in the afternoon.