The rise of the prince

Chapter 56 Mr. Fang

Mr. Fang is a literati in his thirties, handsome in appearance, with a white face and beardless, holding a feather fan, lighting a fire, burning incense and playing the piano, the sound of the piano is melodious.The hut he lived in was uniquely decorated, and in the middle of his back was a framed "List of Teachers", written in a handsome style, just like everyone's handwriting, with two characters written on the signature, Fang Luo.

This place is located in the East Palace, which is the residence of Prince Keqing.

After a while, there was the sound of rushing on the snow in the small courtyard outside the house. Mr. Fang smiled slightly, as if a little disdainful and helpless, and then stood up. After a while, someone opened the door and came in, dressed luxuriously and with a mustache. , walking with great strides, it is the present prince Li Chengping.

"Mr. Fang is very interested." The prince cupped his hands.

Mr. Fang nodded and smiled back: "His Royal Highness, it has been an hour since we met."

The prince was a little embarrassed, and quickly waved his hands: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, the front hall is busy, so the hour is delayed."

"It's okay, you are the prince, you can arrive whenever you want, I'm just talking casually, Your Highness doesn't need to care." Mr. Fang replied.

The crown prince stopped talking, nodded and sat down. Mr. Fang poured fragrant tea for him, and he drank it, saying: "This time I am looking for Mr. Fang, I still want to ask what the previous master taught me, what should I do next."

Mr. Fang shook his feather fan lightly, even in the freezing winter, he immediately said, "Your Highness asked me two things, one is to win over Yu Chengan, and the other is to kill Wei Chaoren, I don't know which one it is."

"I want to ask about both." The prince put down the drained teacup.

"I can only do one thing right now." Mr. Fang replied calmly, and did not pour any more tea for the prince.

"Can't we do both together? I don't think it's a difficult task. After Yu Chengan spoke last time, he could tell that he was biased towards me.

And Wei Chaoren has no one to speak for him at all, I heard your idea, people reported his letter halfway, and the father also believed it, and if we never see him again, he is probably dead . "The prince frowned and spoke very quickly. After he finished speaking, he found that no one was pouring the tea, so he had to pour the fragrant tea and drink it himself. There was dissatisfaction in his expression, but he didn't know whether it was because no one was pouring the tea or because of what he said just now.

Mr. Fang just shook his head indifferently: "No, I only have the spare time to do one thing now. It's just what His Highness saw. Seeing is not the truth. There is a big difference between the two."

The prince got a little impatient, waved his sleeves and said: "Then kill Wei Chaoren, it will be easier to win over Yu Chengan after Wei Chaoren is killed, isn't he always looking forward to Wei Chaoren's death?"

Mr. Fang cupped his hands: "Your Highness is wise, this order of doing things is the best, but... I still want to know one thing."

The prince said indifferently: "Just say anything, as long as it can be done, I will tell you everything."

Mr. Fang hesitated for a moment and asked: "Is Yu Chengan more looking forward to Wei Chaoren's death, or is Your Majesty more looking forward to Wei Chaoren's death? Your Highness, please be kind to me."

"Why do you ask this?" The prince was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, and asked loudly with a flustered expression.

Mr. Fang hurriedly cupped his hands: "I just want to ask. If His Highness wants to, I will naturally do my best to plan. If it's just to please Yu Chengan, don't worry, you can take your time. If Your Highness is inconvenient to answer, you don't have to answer."

After hearing this, the prince calmed down slowly, and sat down slowly. His eyes were flickering, his thin face was twisted together, and he stared at the table for a long time before he said: "I mean, I want Wei Chaoren to die more." !"

After he finished speaking, he stood up, with a gloomy face, as if he felt uncomfortable, turned around and pushed the door out without saying anything, walked out of the small courtyard with his head held high and his chest held high.

"Respectfully, Your Highness!" Mr. Fang bowed and saluted, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Although the temptation was dangerous, it was worth it. He now knows something interesting.Even if you are the lord of the East Palace, the future emperor, the prince cannot escape the shadow of a loser.

The more he pretends to be confident, the more inferior he is, and the more he pretends not to care, the more he cares. It seems that his plan is right.

Gillian was rubbing ink while looking at the night outside the window. In winter, the stars were sparse and the moon was as cold as a hook. The old persimmon tree outside the study had lost all its leaves and stood naked in the snow. The dogs in the yard barked a few times.

"What is grandpa going to write?" Gillian asked the dedicated grandpa after finishing her ink.

"Do you still remember what he said when we first met that kid?" De Gong put down his pen and said, "If everyone's subconscious deviations continue to add up, it will be very different when Shang Dasheng listens. I never For so many years, I can vaguely feel the harm of those invisible constraints, but it is hard to explain, and I have no way to eradicate them.

But what Li Xingzhou said that day made the old man suddenly enlightened. After returning home, he began to write a memorial. He wanted to explain the truth and benefits to the Holy One, which would surely benefit the people and consolidate the country.

It's a pity that many things are easy to listen to him, but it's not so clear when I think about it myself, so I didn't write a generalization until today after thinking about it.That kid is really a strange person, is it possible that there are people who are born with knowledge? "

After finishing speaking, Degong took a sip of fragrant tea and stroked his beard with emotion: "There is also the method of coping he said later, how to manipulate people's hearts and make people tell the truth, it is amazing. Listening to his words is better than reading ten years of books."

"The prince always seems to have a reason that he can't understand." Gillian also agreed.

Degong nodded: "It's a pity, if he is not so unruly and unruly, and has no heart to prevent problems before they happen, he must be the pillar of the country."

Hearing her grandfather's regretful words, she recalled what He Qian had said in the restaurant before. She said that the authentic handwriting of Master Lu You seemed to be exactly the same as the one hanging in the Shi's ovary. Both her grandfather and herself thought she had read it wrong. The master's handwriting is everyone's work, and ordinary people can't copy it even if they copy it.

But she noticed another thing in He Qian's story.

He Qian also said that the son is a drunkard and pervert, who lived in the same courtyard with the two maids at a young age, did not care about status, did not respect etiquette, and was shameless and vulgar.

She knows that the son likes wine, he always likes to ask her to pour wine, and he is used to it.

She didn't know that the prince was lustful, at least he never showed it in front of her, even if he sat beside him, he never did anything wrong, his eyes were always so open and natural.But I also heard rumors from the outside world that the son likes to go to and from the place of fireworks the most, lingering among lovers.

Although she was conflicted in her heart, she also knew that those rumors should be true. A person as free and unrestrained as Shizi would probably be unrestrained, and a blush appeared on her face.

Thinking about it, he thought about the two maids named Qiu'er and Yue'er beside him, one is quiet and generous, the other is lively and charming, presumably that's why the prince doesn't look at her, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels stuck in his heart.

(End of this chapter)