Chapter Twenty-Seven: Father and Son Are Quite Different

"I hope so!" Fang Zhongyue's tone was not optimistic.

Yin Xiaotao asked suspiciously, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting, it's hard to say things in this world, it's best not to get too much hope up to avoid disappointment."

"You can't spit out ivory, so I won't tell you... Our lady is a very smart person. ”

Fang Zhongyue didn't quarrel with her and went to his own hut to rest, there were three rooms, Mingtang accounted for half, there was a bedroom connected to Mingtang, and another hut opened separately.

One master and one servant were just enough, because of the difference between men and women, they had to let Fang Zhongyue sleep in the hut, and Yin Xiaotao and Zhang Xiyue squeezed into one room.

I got up early today and had a busy day, Fang Zhongyue fell asleep soon after lying down, and it should have been in the second half of the night when I heard some movement, as if Zhang Xiyue had returned.

In the middle of the night, it was inconvenient to go over to inquire about the situation, so Fang Zhongyue turned over and went back to sleep, and didn't get up until it was dark.

He used to have the habit of getting up early when he was at home, and when he heard that there was no sound in the house, he washed his face lightly, put his head together, and walked out into the garden.

In fact, there are not many houses in this fifth-floor courtyard, to be precise, it should be called the back garden, and there is a large open space planted with all kinds of rare trees and rare flowers; There is also a small lake with a nine-curved wooden bridge and a pavilion.

Because it was the first time I arrived yesterday, and I wasn't in the mood to go shopping, I just took a walk at this time.

The trees in the garden are lush and blooming, the fragrance of flowers is bursting with the sound of birdsong, the morning breeze in mid-August is very pleasant, Fang Zhongyue looks east and west and walks towards the small lake.

After bypassing a clump of lilac trees, he suddenly heard someone talking in front of him, Fang Zhongyue immediately stopped, not wanting to sound but getting closer and closer.

“... The way is to govern, all to be punished, and the people are free and shameless; The way is virtuous, all are courteous, shameful and qualified..."

Yo! This is the political chapter in the Analects! Fang Zhongyu's family learned from the four books and five classics since he was a child, and he thought to himself, are there still sages in this prince's mansion?

The voice stopped for a moment, and suddenly sang "The Mean" again, "If you don't go down to the top, you don't help you in the lower position, and you don't have any complaints if you are righteous and don't ask for others." I don't complain about the world, so the gentleman lives..."

Familiar with the Analects and the Mean, this is not an ordinary scribe who casually attaches elegance!

Fang Zhongyue looked at the forest more curiously, and as soon as he saw the figure, he heard a broken shout, "Who is it?" With the voice, three figures flew over, and a bright big knife in each hand's hand pointed at him.

Suddenly, Fang Zhongyue was so frightened that his heart was pounding, and when he looked at it, he saw that there were three guards surrounding him, one of whom was a mighty strong man who put a knife on his chest and asked loudly, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

"My name is Yuan Zhongyue, and I am Madame Zhang's servant," Fang Zhongyue was articulate although he was not flustered, "I will get up early and walk casually..." ”

As he spoke, a big fat man came out from behind the bushes, and the fat on his body trembled with every step he took.

The sooner Fang Zhong heard that Zhu Gaochi was a big fat man, the sooner he saw that the person who came was wearing a yellow python robe, he knew that it was him, and immediately knelt down to give a salute, "The villain doesn't know that the prince is here, please forgive me." ”

"Mingxuan, don't frighten the child," Zhu Gaochi gasped slightly, "Ha... Mrs. Zhang is not only good-looking herself, but even her servants are so handsome, get up...! ”

Several guards put away their knives and followed Zhu Gaochi away, Fang Zhongyue stood up at this time, wondering in his heart: Zhu Di is a thief and tyrant who usurps power and kills innocents indiscriminately, why does his son respect the Confucian golden mean...