Datang: An eight-year-old master of the bar, he gave everyone a blow at the beginning

Chapter 33

After Yu Chihuan took a look at the situation, he blinked his big innocent eyes and sighed.

"Uncle Fang misunderstood, I know you are a sensible person, so how could I deal with you in the same way as Uncle Cheng?"

As soon as Fang Xuanling heard what Yu Chihuan said, he thought that the brat had finally surrendered, and secretly laughed.

However, before he could be happy for three seconds, the dagger hidden in Yuchihuan's sleeve suddenly fell to the ground with a resounding bang.

All the officials present, not to mention Fang Xuanling, fell silent, staring at the dagger, and the scene was extremely quiet for a while.

Fang Xuanling greeted all the eighteen generations of Yuchi Huan's ancestors in his heart.

Well, you brat, you know people, you know your face, you don't know your heart, you said just now that you wouldn't use that trick against me?

Now the dagger is hidden in the sleeve, what does this mean?
Yu Chihuan quickly picked up the dagger, and stuffed it back into his sleeve.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. I didn't install it just now, and it fell out..."

Those officials have a few big characters written on their faces, I believe you ghost!

Fang Xuanling rolled a blank look at Yuchihuan, and then went straight to the point:
"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I want money!"

"Nephew, don't you know that your uncle and I are indeed poor now, and all the expenses of the family depend on that meager salary..."

"Uncle, I have to borrow money from these friends when I go out to eat now, if you don't believe me, ask them..."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Fang is very poor on weekdays..."

"Master Fang, it's been really difficult these years. The family is all dependent on his old man. How can there be any other money?"

"Master Xiao Yuchi, why don't you forget about it? Don't make things difficult for an old man like him..."

When Fang Xuanling came up, his nose and tears began to show miserably, and the officials beside him followed Fang Xuanling one by one to speak for him.

Yu Chihuan was not Cheng Yaojin, nor was he stupid, so he naturally knew that these officials were all Fang Xuanling, who had been invited here to show off.

Listening to those officials' description of Fang Xuanling's life, the family can't get rid of it, and they are also old-fashioned, so they sighed:

"Uncle Fang, since you are already so poor, could it be that the money for visiting the brothel is also borrowed?"

"Or maybe Uncle Fang took all the family money to go shopping in brothels?"

As soon as these words came out, the officials all shut up.

After hearing this, Fang Xuanling glared, blowing his nose and staring angrily.

"Stinky boy, don't talk nonsense, the old man keeps himself clean, how could he go to such a filthy place?"

"That's right, Lord Yuchi has no evidence, so don't talk nonsense..."

Yu Chihuan shook his head after hearing this, and didn't explain much, just stretched out his short hand, and fumbled around inside the clothes.

In the eyes of everyone watching, he took out a booklet to live up to everyone's expectations:

"Could it be that Uncle Fang isn't recorded here?"

After Fang Xuanling finished listening, she was shocked, and quickly snatched the booklet from Yuchihuan's hand, opened it, good guy!
I don’t know, I’m scared.

The record on it is indeed the number of times Fang Xuanling entered and exited the brothel, as well as the time...

"In the fourth year of Zhenguan, in the middle of July, Fang Xuanling rented out the Wanchun Building for five hours..."

"In late August of the fourth year of Zhenguan, Fang Xuanling went in and out of Xianyao Pavilion and left after two hours..."

"The first ten days of September in the fourth year of Zhenguan..."

……

In that booklet, Fang Xuanling's records of every time Fang Xuanling entered and exited the brothel were clearly written.

Yuchi Huan on the side was still there and continued to fan the flames.

"Uncle Fang is so old and strong, can his body handle it?"

"Slandering this is simply slandering, the old man has never done such a thing!"

Fang Xuanling blushed at first, and then cursed immediately. After hearing this, Yu Chihuan also expressed his agreement and nodded.

"Indeed, that's what I think too. Uncle Fang is the kind of serious and serious person at first glance. How could he do such a low-level thing?"

"It's a pity that even if I believe Mr. Fang, it won't help. This doesn't mean that the people of the world are willing to listen to Uncle Fang's explanation..."

Fang Xuanling immediately felt something was wrong after listening to it:

"What did you just say?!"

With a smile on his face, Yu Chihuan took out something similar to a promotional paper from his pocket, and handed it to Fang Xuanling.

Fang Xuanling was immediately attracted by this beautiful font:

"This word is really well written!"

Nonsense, his pen and ink skills are not for nothing, besides, this thing is not for you to read the words, you read the content:
"Uncle Fang, don't just read the words, the title is really well written!"

After Fang Xuanlin finished listening, he glanced at the title and his face darkened.

【Shock!As the Duke of the state, Fang Xuanling actually rented brothels many times. Is it because he is growing old and strong or has other plans? 】

Immediately after looking down at the room, Xuanling's face became darker and darker, almost dripping ink.

But it doesn’t matter if there is content, some places are still depicted vividly, as if they are real.

Even turning back, there are still hand-drawn drawings?

It seems that a painting master was specially invited to paint him and the brothel girl.

The more Fang Xuanling looked back, the darker his face became, and in a fit of anger, he tore up the booklet, and after tearing it up, he looked at Yuchihuan provocatively, as if to say more.

I tore it up for you, what can you do?

Yu Chihuan was not in a hurry at all and seemed indifferent, which made Fang Xuanling puzzled after seeing it.

"Uncle, if you like tearing things apart, please continue, I still have a lot..."

After finishing speaking, he continued to take out booklets with similar themes from the return book. The contents were more exciting and the pictures of the targets were more detailed.

Fang Xuanling was stunned, he didn't expect there to be more?

The brochure was in Fang Xuanling's hands, and he tore it up one by one until Fang Xuanling was so dead that his hands had no strength left, so he could only curse:

"Fake, these are all fake, all slander!"

"This old man has never done such a thing. It is definitely a person with a heart, deliberately to damage the old man's reputation!"

Fang Xuanling's angry beard almost stood on end:
"You little bastard, wanting to threaten the old man with this matter is wishful thinking!"

Yu Chihuan explained with an innocent face.

"Uncle, how is it possible? I'm just a child, how could I do such a sinister and vicious thing?"

boy, are you talking about yourself?
Yuchihuan saw that Fang Xuanling was so angry, so he continued to smile.

"Uncle Fang, there are still a lot of brochures. If you can't finish tearing them up, why don't we talk about other things?"

"Do you think it's time to pay the money you owe?"

(End of this chapter)