Jun Jiuling

The Fang family's ancestral home is Dongping, Shandong, and everyone in Yangcheng knows it.

"What's wrong with Shandong? You know that right?" People who have experienced all kinds of rumors in the past few days are not easy to convince.

The man smiled calmly.

"That's right, you'll know as soon as I tell you." He said, "You know that the Fang family's ancestral home is in Shandong, but do you know what the Fang family's ancestors did for a living?"

The people who had been quiet suddenly roared.

"spices!"

"you're so dumb!"

"I don't even know this!"

"You're teasing us!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly laughed twice.

"As expected, everyone knows." He said to smooth things over.

This movement attracted people from other places to look over and ask what happened.

Before he could answer, the middle-aged man seemed to be panicked by the noise, he slapped the table and stepped on the stool to stand up.

"But, do you know where the main supply of the Fang family's spice business is?"

This time, without waiting for the people to answer, he pointed to the north.

"Henan North Road."

"Back then, the old capital was still there, and the Northland hadn't fallen. The Fang family's business was in the Northland."

"Later, the Jin people went south, and Emperor Chengzong's imperial conquest was taken into captivity. There was great chaos in the court, and the first emperor ascended the throne as the emperor and went south."

Everyone knows about this old story, but the middle-aged man spoke with such momentum and speed that everyone stopped clamoring for a moment.

"What does this have to do with the Fang family?" Someone couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully.

"At that time, the first emperor moved his capital to the south, and not only was there an army of Jin people chasing him, but also countless spies mixed in. The first emperor had to disguise himself and sneak around, but."

He gave a sudden pause when he said this.

The people present trembled in shock.

"I was still overtaken by the spies and besieged in a courtyard in the countryside. At this moment, someone happened to pass by and killed the spies regardless of the danger, and rescued the late emperor."

The middle-aged man paused again when he said this, and looked at the people around him.

"And this person is Fang Shouyi's father, Fang Dechang, the founder of Deshengchang."

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, and immediately went into an uproar.

"...It's too late to say it, then it's too fast...Fang Dechang stepped forward, kicked the thief down, carried the late emperor on his back, and ran away..."

"... At that time, the black wind was blowing, blowing so hard that the sun could not be seen..."

"...Fang Dechang didn't know who he saved. He just felt that if the person on his back was worth a lot of money, the body of the emperor and real dragon was naturally different from ordinary people. Fang Dechang had a loyal temperament, and he thought that once he saved someone, he couldn't leave it behind. , gritted his teeth and ran all the way..."

"...Fang Dechang looked at the people surrounding him, thinking that the thief was not dead and was chasing him again. He was thinking that there was no escape, and he sighed to the man. It seems that we two brothers are doomed this time..."

"...But I didn't want the man to smile and raise his hands at the people who came around, everyone knelt down and shouted long live, Fang Dechang almost died of fright..."

"...The first emperor said that you called me a brother. Although I can't be your brother, I can give you other things you want..."

"...Fang Dechang kowtowed to thank you, but he didn't ask for a gift..."

"...The first emperor loved him honestly and honestly, so he took a pen and wrote an imperial decree to Fang Dechang on the spot, telling Fang Dechang that if he encounters danger in the future, I will solve it with you just as you solved my crisis today..."

"...This is the Emperor Yu Liangfeng in the past, and the current Dragon Lord of Dechangji. If you are a person with profound merit, it doesn't matter if you get rich sooner or later."

With a bang, a section of the book was finished, and the tea customers in the teahouse applauded one after another, and the waiters who were engrossed in listening to it all went back and forth with teapots to refill the tea. The tea customers either discussed or continued to ask around the storyteller.

A guest sitting near the railing on the second floor stood up, followed closely by four or five guards, protecting him while opening the way. Not only his mannerism, but also his appearance and clothes were very eye-catching.

The teahouse, which was a little messy because of the end of a book, crashed again.

"Master Fang."

"It's Young Master Fang."

"Master Fang, is it true?"

"Master Fang, did your great-grandfather really save the late emperor?"

The crowd gathered around and asked loudly.

Fang Chengyu smiled and said nothing, and went downstairs under the escort of the guards.

There were even more people gathered downstairs, and this was the first time the Fang family had shown their faces in so many days.

"Master Fang, is it true?" Everyone asked, "Did you really save the late emperor? Just tell us."

Fang Chengyu stopped and looked at these people with a smile.

"Whether that is true or not is not really important," he said, "it is enough for everyone to know that our edict is true, isn't it?"

Everyone present was stunned.

Yeah?

"Anyway, the imperial decree is true." Fang Chengyu said, raised his hands and cupped his fists in the direction of the capital, "The emperor's grace is also true, what other truths do you have to ask?"

After finishing speaking, he went straight away surrounded by guards, leaving everyone in the teahouse stunned.

Yes, besides that, what else is true or false? Are you asking whether the Fang family's achievements in obtaining the imperial decree are true or not, or whether the emperor's grace for granting the imperial edict is true or not?

It's not their turn to question whether these are true or false, don't you see that even the Jin Yiwei didn't ask?

Otherwise, how could these storytellers sit here safely and spit all over?

These things must have been reported to the emperor of the capital.

Whether it is true or not, it doesn't matter who said it, the emperor has the final say.

What would the emperor say?

In a value room in the imperial city, someone was also waiting for news.

The duty room was dark and narrow, even though it was scorching sun in June outside, the inside was still dim, especially when one walked in from the outside, it was impossible to see the people sitting inside.

The one who came in was a fat eunuch with thin skin and tender flesh. He squinted his eyes for a while before he found where the people in the room were sitting.

After a few cases, a thin young man in a red robe was looking down at the official documents.

"Oh, my Lord Lu, this room is too dark, it hurts to look carefully." The eunuch said with a slightly exaggerated smile.

Hearing this, the young man raised his head, his complexion was white in the dark room, and his dark eyes looked even colder.

"It turned out to be Eunuch Guo." He said.

His voice was different from his appearance, full-bodied and somewhat dull.

Hearing this voice alone, no one would think of him as the dreaded, murderous and incomprehensible head of the governor Qianhu Lu Yunqi, whose hands were covered in blood.

He will only be regarded as a simple and honest soldier.

In fact, he was originally an honest soldier.

His father was an unknown person all his life, and no one even knew his name.

Who would have thought that such a person who inherited his father's mantle and was supposed to live his whole life as an honest and unknown son like his father, would suddenly become a person who made the people in the courts turn their faces.