Fang Aman's tears rolled in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "After the matter is completed, the general can't live up to today's words!"

When Ying Yuan heard this, he immediately got up and bit his index finger and wrote a white silk blood oath: When the young son seizes the throne, he will live up to Fang Aman's request for life.

Seeing that Aman wanted to take the silk book, Ying Yuan's face sank: "But if your kid is half-hearted and his butt is transferred to Fanzhen and Fanwei, I will pick you three layers of skin, and then cut off your bird root to feed the snake, and teach you that life is better than death!"

Fang Aman shouted at the general, stretched out his arm that was softer than a woman, hugged Ying Yuan, and chuckled: "The general allows me to be a big official, and if I touch a powerful dignitary who I can't think of, the little woman will die, and she can only die under the general's crotch." What a son, what a new gentleman, the little woman only recognizes the general!"

Ying Yuan Dale once again ravaged the male and female bodies that he was familiar with. The next day, he sent Fang Aman to board a sealed chariot and galloped into Gongziwei's mansion.

Fan Gong Nei Wan, who has just been on the throne for less than half a year, is bored watching music and dancing, that kind of empty and blank eyes, idleness, whoever sees it understands that he is absent-minded.

Seeing his brother like this, Fanwei on the side waved his sleeves and made a gesture of repulsion, and the dancers and musicians retreated silently, and the hall was silent again. It took a long time for Fan Zhen to react: "Huh? Why did you reject them all?"

"Tell me more! It's all down to have half a burnt incense, and you just reacted? Completely absent-minded. It's okay not to listen to or watch this kind of music and dance."

"It's fine." Fan Zhen opened his somewhat misty eyes, stood up in a daze, and said, "Come, let's continue drinking."

Fanwei took a sip of Juezhong wine and looked at his brother: "My brother has been on the throne for more than five months, why don't you take care of state affairs with vigor, but languishing in the inner palace all day long? But why?"

"Why? If others don't know, don't you understand?" Fan Zhen sighed a long sigh: "The widow is the title of this prince, and he understands that the inside and outside of the court are controlled by the Ying family, not to mention anything else, the top and bottom of the country, including the power of the inner palace guards, are all held by Ying Yuan. This Ying clan is already deep rooted in Fanguo, and it is difficult to shake, and the widow does not want to deal with government affairs with vigor, but ------ has nowhere to focus at all!" He slapped the table in frustration.

Fanwei is a typical gentleman, how can you understand these government affairs? can only start from the most superficial point: "Brother, didn't the Marquis marry his daughter to his brother as his stepfamily? Why don't you borrow troops from the Hubei State, depose Na Yingyuan first, and regain military power?"

"It's easy to think." Fan Zhen reprimanded his younger brother: "How difficult. Not to mention that Na Yingyuan has been in the army for many years, and his henchmen and righteous sons are all over the battalions, and his power is deep-rooted and difficult to shake. Let's just talk about the Hou of E, it's just a concubine born to a palace maid, and she is not worthy of being a lady, what should she deserve? Wouldn't it be a joke if a widow really relied on it as a mountain?"

"In that case, it is not easy for this king to do." Fanwei suddenly smiled: "Brother, don't worry, isn't life just a matter of wealth and pleasure? After all, you are now the king of a country, and you can enjoy the bliss of the world, so why do you have to get up early and work hard at night? Then the Ying clan is willing to bear this hardship, so let them bear it, and how about I take my brother to have fun in time?"

Fan Zhen looked at his younger brother with a strange look: "I heard that Ying Yuan gave you one of his favorite twins to enjoy, how about it?" After accepting this generous gift, you want to beat your brother's idea?"

"Where?" Fanwei blushed: "It's just a plaything, what should it be." I just see my brother so distressed, and I want you to relax. We're brothers, can we hurt you?"

"What? What kind of fun do you want to take your brother for?" Fanwei's words aroused Fan's interest, in the final analysis, he is also a gentleman like Gongziwei, but because of his status as a prince for many years, he has to restrain himself. Now that he has ascended to the throne, although he has nothing to do in political affairs, he has an unprecedented degree of freedom in his private life.

Fanwei continued to smack wine, as if he was deliberately hanging his brother's appetite: "Brother, you are now on the throne, and the hundreds of beauties in this palace are all yours, and ordinary goods can't get into your eyes. But this ------ tsk------

He shook his head in admiration: "There are two beautiful women in heaven and on earth, which are rare in the world!"

"Alright, alright, say, where? When will you bring it to the widow?" Fan Zhen is already itching.

"Don't worry, let me prepare. The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will take my brother out of the palace to meet the beauty, how about it?"

"Okay, don't miss the appointment."

At dusk, Fan Zhen followed Gongzi out of the city and came to the bank of the Lion River surrounded by several guards, and the group rode horses for most of the day against the wind, their hands and faces were already numb, and Fan Zhen's eyebrows and beard were even more frozen. He tried it on the placket of his clothes, and couldn't help but complain to his brother, "What kind of beautiful woman has to let a widow come to this river to see? Who can stand running such a long way on a cold day? Don't you think about it, you said it so well, and this strange ------ widow in his heart If the widow is frostbitten and dies, the woman will be proud!"

Fan Wei smiled and said, "Brother, your body is as strong as a cow, according to my younger brother, it is nothing to live for another fifty or sixty years, how can it be so easy to die? Besides, such a stunning beauty is waiting for her brother to accept it, how can she be willing to accept it?"

"You're going to be poor."

The group rode horses and walked along the riverbank. In the middle of winter, the river has long been frozen, but not far away, there is a piece of the river that is not frozen, and the fog on the water is faint, shrouding a lonely boat.

Fan Zhen was surprised, and suddenly saw a person walking out of the boat, freshly dressed, picturesque, and bewitching like a twenty-eight beauty, and said, "Aman is waiting for you here for a long time, please get on the boat."

Fan Zhen looked a little stunned, came back to his senses and turned to Gongzi and said, "This is your prostitute? No wonder ------ Yingyuan's husband is willing to give it to you?"

Fan Wei burst into laughter, lowered his voice and said, "As long as my brother is willing, I am willing to share."

The three of them entered the cabin, only to see the bright window of the painting board inside, the giant and spacious, the cabin is equipped with a few, there are pasta and fruits on it, there is a smoking cage by the south, and the inside burns a strange fragrance. Further on, there is a piano and a brazier, and the charcoal fire in the basin is blazing, baking the cabin as warm as spring.

Fan Zhen sighed: "The cold water is a lonely boat, the people are as beautiful as jade, and it is a picture of Xiangyuan. It's a pity that there are more laymen like you and my brother, which will inevitably spoil the scenery."

Fang Aman smiled, "Where? Fanjun is willing to come, so he can live up to Aman's wishes." As he spoke, a pair of beautiful eyes flowed, and his heart swayed. I think that even if there is no beauty, this is not in vain.

Fanwei laughed and said, "I plan to open a green hall on the ship and let Aman pick up guests, what does my brother think?"

Fan Zhen feigned surprise: "Sure enough? The widow will come every day." Fang Aman pretended to be shy, bowed his head and said nothing.

While the three of them were talking and laughing, a boat walked in and asked Fanwei, "Childe, are you going to stay on the boat tonight?" If you live in a small area, find a few people to help."

Gongzi said, "It seems that I can't leave tonight, I have a few of you, and I will pay you twice as much." Go for it."

When the boat heard this, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time, and went happily.

Fan Zhen asked, "You hired someone to dig out this river?"

Gongziwei nodded: "They were originally boatmen on the river, and they had nothing to do in winter, but they took my deal, and they were happy, and they started to work last night. For fear of freezing in the river, they have been pouring boiling water all day long, and now they are afraid that there will be no more manpower------ and if they hire more people, I will pay more, and I will never treat them badly."

"How much money did you give them?" Fan asked.

Gongzi looked around at Fang Aman, who did a little math and replied, "Together, about two cakes of gold."

"Two loaves of gold?" Fan Zhen was a little moved: "Although you are rich, but our brothers, we don't have to be so polite. By the way, where are the beautiful women you are talking about?" He looked left and right, the ship was quite small, the cabin had an unobstructed view, and he couldn't hide from people, and he was suddenly disappointed and had some faint expectations.

"Not busy, not busy, brother might as well talk about what a beautiful woman is?" Gongziwei quipped.

This topic is quite to Fan Zhen's appetite, he frowned and thought for a while, and said, "The southern country is beautiful, and there are many ladies

Apricot eyes and willow waist, bright and charming; The northern country is reckless, and its beauties have many snowy skin and ice posture, and the makeup is light and affectionate. The wind flows, crystal clear and pure, such as Qiongrui Youtan, the world is a moment------ independent of the world, not with the women, the city and the country, the people die for it------ alas! I wonder if this kind of extremely beautiful woman still exists in the world?"

He was talking to himself there, with a wave of his hand, Fang Aman understood, sat down on the piano case, took a deep breath of the aroma from the smoke cage, ten fingers lightly, groaning, squeezing, suffocating, note, hooking, ticking, picking, wheeling, hands up and down, swaying left and right, as if folding flowers and willows, beautiful, wonderful.

Fan Zhen listened to the sound of the piano and couldn't help but open the window. Outside the window, the remnant sun is like blood, the distant mountains are like daisies, the Changlin frozen river is up and down, a piece of gold and red is dazzling, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, dotted with gold and color, magnificent and enchanting.

The sound of the piano continues, Fan Zhen smells the breath of snowflakes from the sound of the piano, as big as a butterfly, as small as a teardrop, as thick as a goose feather, as thin as a cicada's wings, one after another, fluttering, or green, or white, or red, or purple------ clear and graceful, splendid and colorful, falling, as if it is not snowflakes, but stars in the sky. qδ

Fang Aman chanted while playing the piano: "The mountain of despise the Gu shoots, there are gods and men who live there, the skin is like ice and snow, the skin is like a virgin, it does not eat grains, it sucks the wind, drinks the dew, rides the clouds, and flies the dragon, and swims beyond the four seas------