The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Because of this, Fang Jifan has always been less concerned about Ting Yi and the DPRK.

Even if it was a last resort, it was like a wooden pile, and Zhu Houzhao squeezed his eyebrows.

Zhu Houzhao seemed very happy. He didn't know what was hidden in his sleeve. A large piece was raised. While everyone was paying attention to the meeting, he secretly opened the sleeve a little, and a sculpture was exposed.

Fang Jifan's eyes were sharp, and he saw a real face, and then his face was green.

That wooden sculpture ... lying trough ... a little Franco humanistic style ...

How to say it, in a layman's sense, this statue is a little ... indecent.

At least for this era, it is very indecent.

But on the bust statue, a heroic man looked forward, his upper body was naked, his muscles bulged, and his biceps and abdominal muscles were all there.

It looks like Michelangelo's "David", this idea is very avant-garde.

Unexpectedly ... His Royal Highness ... There was such a bad taste.

Fang Jifan shivered.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but bemused, it seems ... this is his proud work.

Seeing Fang Jifan bow his head, pretending not to see anything, Zhu Houzhao, who was standing beside Fang Jifan, moved his steps gently, and was closer to Fang Jifan, whispering: "Lao Fang, is it beautiful?"

"Your Highness, this ... where did this come from?" Fang Jifan whispered softly.

Zhu Hou-zhao kept his mouth still, but made a quiet voice: "This palace carved it by itself, I learned it from a few Francis, I saw them sculpting portraits, it's quite interesting, haha ​​... Look, this body, Is n’t it great? This palace is not exaggerated. It ’s looking at the mirror, and it ’s really carved out. Do you want to look at the muscles of this palace again? ”

Fang Jifan whispered: "No ... want ..."

The word is not settled yet.

But when I saw Zhu Houzhao raised his long sleeves again, the sculpture was exposed again. This time, the sculpture's thighs were exposed. The muscles of the legs were strong and strong, just like the old tree packing, especially the waist belt. Only a huge banana leaf was carved to cover it.

Standing behind Qi Gonggong's vassal is the British Gong Zhangmao, who listened to what the two said in a whisper. He was thinking about the ancestor sacrifice. He couldn't help but be curious. His eyes looked straight at him. ... Seeing the bust statue, Zhang Mao's head seemed to explode, dizzy.

Oops, oops ... the old man is gone, okay, God, what a hall is this, why do n’t you wear clothes, yeah, His Royal Highness is in the Fengtian Temple meeting, actually ... actually came up with such a nasty thing, oops ... not … Not become ...

An old country prince dedicated to sacrifices, how to bear this thing, Zhang Mao suddenly dizzy, his body shook, straight down.

This planting just hit Xu Yongning, the founding father behind him.

For a moment, the two held and turned together.

The emperor Hongzhi was listening to the group, and he heard the sound of ouch here, busy looking sideways, frowning: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Mao and Xu Yongning were too busy to confess their guilt: "All deaths."

Zhang Mao said again: "Your Majesty, his subject is not good, and his old eyes are dizzy, just ... suddenly uncomfortable."

Emperor Hongzhi's face eased a little.

But seeing the straightness of Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan standing together, a pair of ear-worn and obsessed, they couldn't help but blame: "Qing Nai is an old man, why can't he be younger? The prince is so clever today, then look at Qi Guogong Fang Jifan is also intent! "

Zhang Mao's old face was uncomfortable, but he still knocked on his head: "All death!"

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "If you feel unwell, go and rest."

Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "Father and Emperor, the sons and daughters help the British father to go out."

Fang Jifan said: "Children also know some medical skills, or they can give the British public a diagnosis."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded.

The two of them were just like amnesty, one left and one right, set up Zhang Mao and left.

Zhang Mao felt that his legs were very soft, like stepping on a sponge.

He was put out of the Fengtian Temple by the two of them and saw the sun, which suddenly dazzled him and made him dizzy.

Zhu Hou Zhao smiled and said: ‘British father, you are old, but you have to be careful about your feet. Haha, you are still awesome. If you pretend to be sick, we ca n’t stop those guys from chatting. "

Zhang Mao was furious and stretched out his hand, trying to grab Zhu Houzhao's shirt, but he thought that this was His Royal Highness, he couldn't afford it, so when he flipped his hand, he strangled Fang Jifan's neck.

Fang Jifan said: "What are you doing? What is it, Shibo? Have something to say."

Zhang Mao almost roared: "What the **** are you doing? What a bold courage, if you are seen, and what kind of uproar will be caused by people seeing it, following the fan, if your father is away, you will be brave enough, do you think You do n’t want to accept it, but the old man has to discipline you. Just say, what is hiding in the Prince ’s hand? "

Fang Jifan puffed and gasped, feeling that he was going to lose his breath, and was busy: "Shi Bo, this ... you have to ask His Royal Highness ..."

Makes sense.

Zhang Mao let go of Fang Jifan, barely squeezing a smile: "His Royal Highness, this ... just what is hiding in your sleeve? Can you show the old minister."

"Why show you?" Zhu Houzhao said politely.

Zhang Mao: "..."

This is a bit embarrassing.

Zhang Mao was silent for a long time, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, old minister ... old minister ..."

"Okay." Zhu Houzhao said impatiently: "It will be shown to you, anyway, this thing will soon be passed on to the world."

With that said, the statue was taken out, and Zhang Mao saw his eyes straightened, and he raised his forehead again: "Ouch, oh, dizzy."

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say: "After losing your reputation as a general, what kind of dizziness do you have? This is called realism. When the palace is naked, in the future, it will also go naked. The human body is so wonderful. This is the body. Hair, what God and parents give, what dare not look at? "

Zhang Mao: "..."

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Fran robot, other things may not be better than me, but this way of carving is quite a bit interesting, this palace is to learn from others, you don't like to see, don't look at, this palace Show it to Fang Jifan. "

Fang Jifan had a feeling of wanting to die: "His Royal Highness ... How many carvings?"

"Just two." Zhu Hou Zhao said: "You are one, I am one."

"What about mine?" Fang Jifan wanted to cry without tears. He hates art, and he does n’t want to care about what kind of classicism your grandpa is, and whether it is the liberation of humanity ... He wants to live a good life like a decent person and save his eyes.

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Already carved, this is the female parent, sent it to the stonemason to let them sculpt, in the future ... Take the takeaway silver, the Tatars don't understand carving, their carving skills are too abominable. , This palace teaches them what a **** should be.

Fang Jifan was about to cry: "So ... did you wear clothes?"

"Will you still be a **** if you wear clothes?" Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "This palace has always believed that many people have wrong ideas. Think about it. God is a man in heaven. There are Sendai and Qionglou there. They have long been Seeing through the reality of the world, do you think about it, a **** who can see the truth at a glance, would you care about clothes? If you wear clothes, it shows that they still have humanity, talents have joy and grief, and have a heart of honor and shame, but the gods are extraordinary. What are they wearing? Be careful, Ji Fan, if you think carefully, if you are a god, do you wear clothes? "

Fang Jifan's chick nodded as if pecking at the rice: "Wear it because the courtier wants a face."

Zhu Houzhao collected his statue: "I told you, you don't understand. All in all, the statue was already carved by the life stonemason according to Ben Xuanke. Lao Fang, left. I think this statue still lacks a sense of detachment. , I'll go back and think about it, hurry up, and this palace will show you. "

With that, he ran away.

Fang Jifan was dumbfounded.

Silent for a long time.

On the side, Zhang Mao grabbed Fang Jifan's shirt with an angry look: "Ji Fan, you stupid boy ..."

Fang Jifan looked helpless: "Shibo, is it reasonable to be reasonable? I am also a victim. Why is Shibo always looking for his prince? Why is he always looking for a nephew? Although he is a bully, he can't be so unreasonable."

Zhang Mao felt right, shook his head, and sighed: "Hey ... It's really blinding the old man's eyes. Now that he has a karma in his eyes, he will sacrifice at the age of the next day, just to insult the ancestors."

Fang Jifan is also speechless, he carefully considered, this matter, can not let Zhu Houzhao, otherwise, he can be regarded as famous, this is the epoch-making art liberation, lying trough ...... This work may be used as a textbook in the future ...

Fang Jifan immediately rushed to catch up, shouting: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness ... and wait for me, I have some art problems, I want to discuss."

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Today's court meeting made Emperor Hongzhi very satisfied.

At least, there were almost no ministers. What questions did they raise in person? Everyone seemed to be more or less touted about what His Majesty saw and heard.

This is also impossible.

Your Majesty has started to act arbitrarily, not only that ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yang Yiqing's failure of the New Deal has been dismissed as an official, at this time who dares to preach easily.

Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood. He waited for the ministers to leave before sitting down and ordered Xiao Jing to get the cabinet's vote.

He picked up a handy one, but it came from the play of Quanzhou Pos, saying that there was a Flemish man who came to pay tribute.

"Fran machine man again." Emperor Hongzhi frowned. Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but say: "Isn't this Franco machine here with an envoy? Why send someone again?"

Xiao Jing said tremblingly: "Otherwise, slave-servant to ask?"

When Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand, Xiao Jing dared to neglect and hurried away.

After a while, he went back and forth and smiled and said: "Your Majesty, the slave-maid made a clear inquiry."

However, Emperor Hongzhi will play a sparse way, and he has left it aside.

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Asleep, four more tomorrow.