"Tell me about what happened to this king." As soon as the mountain-like Fu King sat down on the main seat, he projected his gaze onto Yang Fan through the thin slit in his eyes. The Zhongzheng Hall is extremely luxurious, and Yang Fan has entered the palace, but that's it. Doucai official kiln, blue and white plates, and treasures are all put together, dazzling.

In comparison, the things sent by Yang Fan are not likely to appear in the court.

"When I first arrived at the treasure land, I came to visit King Fu, and I didn't mean anything else."

The white-clothed old scholar sat opposite Yang Fan, brushed his beard and said with a smile: "Dean Yang is easy to find." I'm afraid that now, I believe that the vast majority of people in the imperial court still don't know your whereabouts. Coming to the palace to meet the prince in such a rash manner must be more than just a greeting. What's more, with such a big gift, there must be something to ask for, right? ”

Yang Fan glanced at this old scholar, who should be the strategist beside King Fu, and said, "Does the prince know that now the people of Shaanxi are changing?" The prince's palace is full of blessings. ”

"Hmph. How? Yang Fan, you are not poor. Could it be that he took out this box of jewelry to ask for money for Xiao Zicheng? It's a big deal, this king will throw that box of things to Xiao Zicheng, how about it? ”

Yang Fan shook his head and said, "I'm worried about your safety for King Fu." Look at this rebel army is rampant, King Fu, you live in Luoyang, once the short army is connected, your safety is urgent. ”

"Huh." The wrench in King Fu's hand hit a few cases, and said, "These things, don't bother Yang Fan, you don't have to worry about this king." It should be the business of the overseers and the general soldiers. ”

Yang Fan's hand rested on the chair and said with a smile: "That's right, but King Fu, you have too many blessings." Now it is not only Luoyang City, but also the whole of Shaanxi. It is rumored that you are richer than the saints. Tsk, I look at it this way. There are enough things in the main hall alone, aren't you afraid of thieves? ”

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. However, this king is more afraid of being remembered by some people in the capital. Alas, Yang Fan. Just in the garden at the back, Mr. Zhao said that you were crowned a doctor in World War I a few years ago, who can match. The king told him that when the king was fifteen years old, he was crowned king of Luoyang, and he was crowned king without a fight. But Mr. Mei doesn't seem to be convinced, tell me, who is more capable compared to you and this king? King Fu made a gesture, and the maid who was in charge of serving tea and water came cautiously with a teapot, but was hugged into his arms by the mountain-like King Fu.

Mr. Mei's smile froze, and he couldn't help frowning.

Yang Fan replied nonchalantly: "Naturally, King Fu, you are capable." Not to mention the grace of the first emperor, he was able to go through the four emperors without decay and gather so many blessings. Naturally, you are more powerful. How can you have your ability in the next place, no, the title that has just arrived has only been a few years. I cut it again. ”

King Fu glanced at Yang Fan, touched the chin of the woman in his arms with his hand nonchalantly, and said, "This ability." Everyone can learn it, but few people are willing to do it. ”

"Playing stupid?"

"Huh." King Fu didn't say anything. After eating tofu. He let go of the trembling maid and pinched the tightly wrapped buttocks a little casually.

"Some people are stupid. It's so stupid that even anyone who watches it knows it's pretending. "For the sake of the face of that box of jewels, this king will reluctantly advise you to stop and make a fortune in a muffled voice, which is much better than those loyal ministers and good generals who say that they have taken off their lips but have not been able to get half a penny of silver." You've been kicked out of the Jingshi, do you have to sharpen your head again now and get into it again? ”

Yang Fan looked at this blessed king who was named "addicted to wine", and said: "It seems that the prince is also hard, neither can let the saint remember you, nor let the saint forget you, admire and admire." ”

"Haha. In that case, do you still want me to help? ”

"Naturally, I want it."

"Give this king a reason."

"There are eggs under the nest. Luoyang, to □□. The last two words, Yang Fan's gesture, made King Fu's eyes widen slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"If King Fu still wants to live such a comfortable life, it is best to help, otherwise, when the country is no longer clear and clear, you, the prince, may come to an end."

King Fu's fat body finally stood up, moved to Yang Fan's side, and leaned closer and laughed softly: "Then I will also tell you, this king has helped you, and before the sun and moon set, it will be over." Hahahaha. King Fu swaggered out of the main hall. Many people in the palace saw that Zhu Changxun, who had a wine jug in one hand and a beauty in the other, said such words around the bed, how to please the beauty.

Mr. Mei stood up, sent Yang Fan outside the palace gate, and said, "Everyone has their own way of living. ”

"Farewell."

The white-clothed scholar ordered the carriage to come over, rubbed shoulders with Yang Fan and left, leaving a sentence, "The meaning of King Fu is already on the carriage." ”

"I'm sorry." Yang Fan understood something, King Fu did not move, it was the safest. It is indeed a bit whimsical to make this old fox move. He doesn't have to Lin Dan Batur, a little cornered.

Yang Fan sat in the carriage, looked at the big box behind him, and in addition, folded the small box, smiled, and laughed at himself: "I have given so many gifts, and I have made money for the first time today." ”

In the harem of the palace, the white-clothed scholar hurried back, saw Zhu Changxun who was still feeding the fish, bowed over, and said, "He's gone." ”

"Didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't say it. But I gave it to the next thing. ”

Zhu Changxun took the persimmon cake wrapped in oiled paper with frosting, and said while chewing: "Xingyang." ”

The white-clothed scholar handed a piece of paper to Zhu Changxun and said, "He said that if the prince guessed correctly, it would be like this letter was handed over to you." "The old scholar's black and white goat's beard was pulled by King Fu.

"When, you're also playing dumb riddles with this king." He threw the half-eaten persimmon into the lake, picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.

"Is there anything that needs to be done?" The white-clothed scholar rubbed his aching chin and asked.

"He's alive and should be known to some people." Zhu Changxun handed the paper to the old scholar in white, "You know." ”

Zhu Changxun is addicted to wine, is domineering, in Luoyang City, not to mention Luoyang City, even the people in the capital know that the first emperor spent the world's wealth to fatten the king, Luoyang is rich in the palace, and the king of Fu does not know how to sympathize with the people's feelings, and is extravagant. He had to do this, some people wished he was dead, but he lived longer than him, he died, Zhu Changxun was not dead, his son was dead, Zhu Changxun still did not die. Some people exaggerate and pretend to be thirteen, while some people exaggerate because they want to live...... (To be continued......)