The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Li Dongyang laughed again: "So people throughout the ages are asking for swords but defending them. But Fang Jifan's Bingjian is very interesting. He can be used by His Royal Highness, but he never worries about it.

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes and looked at Li Dongyang inconceivably: "Want to hear the details."

Li Dongyang said faintly: "This talent is great, and this talent is not comparable to Confucianism. Your Majesty and Crown Prince can use it without suspicion. In this world, the most harmful sword is Wang Mang. People with a reputation in the world, like Fang Jifan, etc ... How could it be the Lord? "

Hongzhi was surprised.

Finally, he understood what Li Dongyang meant.

Yes, the monarch is eager for talents, hoping to use talents to govern the country, but in the end, when the prestige of such talents is getting higher and higher, the heavier the power, the possibility of anti-bite. Just like Wang Mang, as a relative, he is deeply trusted, full of economics, and is well-known all over the world.

And Fang Jifan ... This guy, not to mention that he has a brain disorder, based on the previous days, many people impeached him and listed the broken things he did. Once such a person gains momentum in the future, he is ambitious and wants to rebel ... ... uh ... does anyone follow? Or, even if there are ten or eight mindless people who follow, what about the rest?

The emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but can't help but laughed: "Li Qing's view is really unique."

Outside, the sound of firecrackers came from far and near.

The emperor Hongzhi didn't say anything, and I didn't know what Li Dongyang was thinking, just with a smile: "Twelve years of Hongzhi, it's about to start ..."

"Yeah, Your Majesty, Hongzhi is twelve years, it's about to start."

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The Fang family is particularly lively today.

Not only did people wear new clothes, but also dozens of guests came. These guests were all arranged in the hall, and Yang Guanshi personally entertained them.

This is the Fang family's historical rules. At this time of year, Fang Jinglong will call some old brothers in the camp. These old brothers are just ordinary military households, and some have made credits with Fang Jinglong. Unfortunately, they are only low-level old soldiers. There is no family, and so far there is no help; there are also the soldiers brought by Fang Jinglong, some with broken hands and lame, their temperament is different from ordinary people, although they are also smiling, they met Fang Jifan The extra enthusiasm touched Fang Jifan's face and patted his head. Everyone gathered around and commented: "Young Master is really grown up."

"The skin is too tender."

"Yeah, yeah, rougher, better."

"The bones are lighter, I am afraid I can't open the bow."

There are also some tweaks, perhaps because of his low status, he is busy to salute Fang Jifan; "I have seen a young son."

Although they are ecologically different, their performances are also different, but they are the same, but most of their smiling eyes seem to flash some kind of fine mans.

Fang Jifan respected these people very much. He heard Yang Guanshi mention it. For example, he broke his arm. His father called him old Liu. At the beginning, a bandit shot a Fang Jinglong towards Fang Jinglong. He was a personal soldier next to Fang Jinglong. He was quick and fast, blocking an arrow for Fang Jinglong, so he fell into this lifelong disability.

The situation of many people is similar, Fang Jifan hesitated, should he greet him, or pretend that he is still the prodigal son, and still look like a fierce god.

But only between these hesitations, Deng Jian swept over and laughed with him: "The little one has seen all the military lords."

Fang Jifan stayed a bit, when was this guy Deng Jian so polite to people?

In his trance, Deng Jian secretly applauded the North Korean Fang Jifan.

All of a sudden, Fang Jifan had a feeling of indoctrination. It turned out that the former prodigal son was still watching people off the plate. It was because these uncles were not easy to provoke, so ... your uncle, the original guy ... is not stupid.

Fang Jifan no longer hesitated, obediently said: "I have seen your uncles."

"Haha ..." Everyone laughed: "It's getting more and more polite. It's really a good boy. They say you ... Um ... Of course, this is all anecdotal. I don't believe it. These **** are raised. Dirty water splashed at home, I went back, raised the knife and chopped them to feed the dog! "

"..." Fang Jifan's face was very stiff, and they were really 'free-spirited', no wonder that the prodigal once met them like a quail.

Uncles have met. Everyone, after eating New Year's Eve dinner, went up and down in the house, lit countless lanterns and lanterns, some young servants probed the brain in the lobby, one by one looking forward to Master Fang fireworks.

Fang Jifan salutes the uncles at a table: "Young people go to set off fireworks."

Uncles are mostly drunk, talking about how they cut people back then, they are still vividly painted, just like a ghost story, Fang Jifan listening to the creeps.

Fang Jinglong was half drunk, swaying, and repeatedly nagging: "Happy, I'm so happy ... I tell you, I have a good way to teach ... you go out to inquire ... Inquire ... My ancestral grave is also buried well, good land , You do n’t know, a few days ago, my old party went to worship the ancestors. From afar, I saw that the ancestor ’s cemetery was suddenly full of smoke ... Ji Fan, Ji Fan, bring your golden belt to your uncle Let ’s see, oh, go fireworks? Go for my father too. "

Swayed, let anyone help, followed.

Fang Jifan asked several young and aggressive servants to carry the fireworks.

Looking at the fireworks that are half a box large, many people are speechless at UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

There will be fireworks early in the morning, but ... Most of them are short and weak, where is the fireworks specially made by Fang Jifan comparable.

Fang Jifan started and laughed: "Today I will teach this Beijing teacher no color."

Fang Jinglong moved forward curiously and looked at the fireworks. This wine actually woke up for more than half at a time, and he couldn't help saying: "Ji Fan, won't happen, why am I jumping in my right eye?"

"......"

Fang Jifan said: "All back, all back, young Deng Deng."

Deng Jian said with a smile: "Small."

"Go to ignition."

"Oh……"

Deng Jian blew his anger, stepped forward with a smile, and looked back, only to see that Fang was still surrounded by the boss, and all the people were hiding. Even Fang Jinglong staggered to a dozen feet away. Yes ... Master ... Master, what are you doing so far, why do you still get down?

Deng Jian suddenly shivered two times, and some less confident North Korea Fang Jifan shouted: "Master, will not be in trouble."

"No, no, hurry up!" Fang Jifan also shouted in response. It seemed that I felt a little uneasy. Fang Jifan ran back dozens of steps. When he arrived in front of the court, a big locust tree would stop. When he drilled, he hid behind the big locust tree, revealing half of his head: "Quick Click here, it ’s safe, Master ’s Personality Guarantee! "

Deng Jian suddenly wanted to cry: "But Master, I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid!" Fang Jifan cheered him: "Can't die!"

"Oh!" Deng Jian had to pick the PIGU diligently, but his hand was still shaking, and he was unable to hold it, and he finally pointed at the lead, and he heard a sizzle, sparks splashing, and Deng Jian seemed to escape. Opening, behind him, there was a loud noise suddenly, all of a sudden, Fang's doors and windows suddenly shuddered.