The happy life of a prodigal

When the old man heard the name, his expression darkened.

This guy doesn't give himself the face of the Minister of Rites at all, he dares to cut off one of Yang Ming's arms in front of all the officials and so many nobles...

This matter has made him determined to get rid of this person.

It was only after seeing His Majesty's attitude towards this matter that he was worried that something might happen, so he didn't act.

Moreover, this person is also An Pingbo's legitimate son.

An Pingbo, as one of the nine important generals of the Chu State, has military power in his hands, and he is not in the capital.

If he really killed his son, who knows what An Pingbo would do after he fell into madness, and he, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, would still be charged with the crime.

but......

Even so, the old man still held a grudge against Fang Xiu.

"It is indeed he..."

The old man looked at Yang Ming with a bit of understanding in his eyes, and asked softly, "What happened between you and him?"

After getting the answer, Yang Ming's expression became more gloomy, his eyes became more resentful, and he said, "I spent money to buy some rascals, and let them trouble Fang Xiu..."

Hearing this answer, the old man secretly sighed.

Someone chopped off one of your arms, but you just want to buy some hooligans?

What can a group of rabble do.

As the saying goes, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Instead of buying some thugs who are not on the table and doing some trivial and dirty things, it is better to do nothing and lie dormant.

Wait until the right time is found before making a move, directly hitting Fang Xiu's vital gate.

The so-called silence is enough, a blockbuster...

Such a simple truth, why can't I, a silly son who has read a lot of poetry and books, understand it.

Although the old man thought so in his heart.

But in fact, he also understands that no one can be calm if one arm is cut off.

No matter how strong a person is, when he sees his empty cuffs, when he thinks of the pain and blood shed back then, his heart will feel like a knife.

Yang Ming, this child, has never suffered any grievances since he was born, and his journey has been smooth and smooth.

As a representative of the Ministry of Rites, participating in Prince Ning's Mansion was a glorious event, but someone chopped off an arm, leaving him permanently disabled.

Even himself, at this age, may not be able to bear it.

He kept complaining that Yang Ming caused trouble for him.

But where in the world is there who doesn't love his children?

Regarding Yang Ming's various behaviors after the banquet at King Ning's Mansion, the old man also saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

This time Fang Xiu took the initiative to come to the door, which was a great opportunity to relieve Yang Ming's depression.

No matter what he committed, he is his own son. Unless His Majesty personally conveys the order, no one can take him away from the Shangshu Mansion!

What's more, what's the point of colluding with thugs?

Furthermore, which of the hooligans in the capital is not a scum of the world who has no benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust? They said they colluded with Yang Ming, so they really colluded with Yang Ming?

How much credibility can the one-sided words of a group of hooligans have?

In just a few seconds, the whole thing has gone through the old man's mind several times.

After many years of ups and downs, he has never seen such a big storm. In his eyes, this matter is really just a trivial matter.

If it wasn't for alleviating the distress in his precious son's heart, he didn't need to do anything.

Fang Xiu and that little head catcher can be sent away just because there is no court document...

The old man showed a pensive look on his face, and after a while, he raised his eyes to look at the servant kneeling on the ground, and ordered: "Go out and invite General Fang Zhonglang to the mansion, and tell him that the old man has something to talk to him about." talk......"

Hearing this, the servant got up and saluted, and said respectfully, "Yes, master!"

Outside the Shangshu Mansion, Fang Xiu looked at the big characters on the plaque, with an expression of interest on his face.

As a double-degree master of Chinese Language and Literature and History, he has researched and is very interested in calligraphy.

The five big characters of "Ministry of Rites" were obviously written by a famous calligrapher in the previous dynasty, but he couldn't think of the name for a while.

I don't know how much silver it can sell if this plaque is taken down and placed on the black market...

"General Fang Zhonglang..."

After about one stick of incense passed, the servant who spoke before walked out from the gate of the Shangshu Mansion, looked at Fang Xiu, and said, "My master wants to talk to you about something."

When Fang Xiu heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Okay..."

"Please!"

The servant made an inviting gesture.

Fang Xiu shook his head, and said: "I have no strength to restrain a chicken, so I just entered the Shangshu Mansion alone. If I encounter some bad guys, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out..."

Hearing this, the servant was slightly taken aback.

No matter how you look at it... This guy doesn't look like a powerless man. Anyway, he is also a left-handed general, an orderly officer of the imperial court. In broad daylight, in front of so many people, he utters nonsense , I don't feel ashamed.

Moreover, this is the Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, what kind of bad guys can they meet?

What does this guy mean, could it be that the master who is a first-rank member of the imperial court and Minister of Rites is a bad person?

"Then you see... what should I do?"

When the master gave the order before, he said 'please'.

Since it is a request, some coercive means cannot be used.

What's more, there are so many guards standing behind this person.

If there was a real fight, a hundred of them would not be enough for him.

Therefore...peace is still the most important thing. Ask for his opinion. If it is within a reasonable range, it is barely acceptable.

After all, the master said... to 'please'!

Chapter 2: Eloquent Teeth

Fang Xiu looked at Xia Yixue behind him, and said, "I want to bring someone in, is there any problem?"

The servant followed his gaze, glanced at Xia Yixue, and was slightly taken aback when he saw it was a woman.

Xindao: So many heavy-backed guards don't bring them, but they have to bring a woman.

That's good too, a woman's threat to the master is always less than those strong men who look fierce.

The servant nodded and said, "Yes, but I can only take her alone."

Fang Xiu smiled, glanced at Xia Yixue, and said, "She alone is enough."

He has seen this girl's strength with his own eyes.

Even Bai Xiaochun told himself that if he really started fighting with Xia Yixue, he might not last three rounds.

Therefore, when facing Xia Yixue, Fang Xiu always felt a little uncomfortable, afraid that she would suddenly lose control and do something to him.

In that case, no matter how many guards you have around you, it's useless, and you will still be beaten to the ground.

Fang Xiu has never met the Minister of Rites, but these ministers, Mr. Ge...

They all have one thing in common, they are old and cunning, and they like to rely on the old to sell the old.

At that time, if things go wrong, or something unexpected happens, only Xia Yixue will be at his side to feel more at ease.

Xia Yixue heard Fang Xiu's words, glanced at him, didn't say anything, just walked behind him silently.

This move greatly benefited Fang Xiu.

Knowing Xia Yixue for such a long time, this was the first time seeing her actively stand behind him.

Just when the two were about to step into the gate of Shangshu Mansion, the servant stopped them with his hand.

"Sorry, outsiders are not allowed to bring any weapons into the Shangshu Mansion..."

As the servant spoke, his eyes were set on Xia Yixue's saber.

When Xia Yixue heard this, a cold look flashed in her eyes, but she still untied her saber and handed it to a small policeman behind her.

Seeing this scene, the servant nodded and said, "You two, please follow me..."

The area of ​​the Shangshu Mansion is also very large, not inferior to the houses of nobles. The roads inside are criss-crossed and complicated. If there is no one leading it, it is difficult to find out where the main hall is.

However, to the surprise of Fang Xiu and Xia Yixue, the servant did not lead them to the main hall, but turned left and right, and entered a secluded courtyard.

There is a grand master's chair in the courtyard, and an old man with white hair is sitting on the grand master's chair.

The old man was holding an ancient book in his hand, and the words 'Historical Records' could be vaguely seen written on it, and he was looking at it seriously.

The servant led Fang Xiu and Xia Yixue into the courtyard, saluted the old man respectfully, and said, "Master, they are here."

Hearing someone talking, the old man raised his eyes to look at the servant, and then shifted his gaze to Fang Xiu and Xia Yixue, especially when he swept past Fang Xiu, he stayed on him for a few more seconds.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Go down."

"Yes, sir..."

The servant saluted respectfully, then turned and left the courtyard.

Suddenly, there were four people left in the quiet courtyard.

Fang Xiu, Xia Yixue, the old man and the guards behind the old man.

For some reason, it always makes people feel that the atmosphere is a little weird.

Fang Xiu looked at the old man, and said first: "Your Fang Xiu, I have met Lord Shangshu."

Xia Yixue just stood behind Fang Xiu and didn't speak.

The old man raised his eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, as if he didn't see him, picked up the ancient book in his hand again, and continued to read.

Fang Xiu felt upset when he saw this scene.

It was you, an old man, who said he wanted to talk, but he came by himself and pretended not to see it. What does that mean?

Fang Xiu looked at the old man, puzzled, and suddenly laughed out loud.

He turned his gaze to Xia Yixue, shook his head, and said: "I thought this old man was Lord Shangshu, but I didn't expect him to be deaf."

Xia Yixue was slightly taken aback, but after a while, she realized that a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth involuntarily, and she didn't answer.

When the old man heard this, a look of anger appeared on his face.

He raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and said coldly: "You are Fang Xiu?

Others said that the man was useless except for a sharp, telltale tongue.

Now it seems that it is true. "

Fang Xiu looked at the old man, ignored him, and just said to himself: "I thought he was deaf, can't he hear?"

The old man's face became even more angry.

Since entering the Ministry of Rites, no one in the entire capital dared to talk to him like this.

Not to mention a small Zhonglang general, even the general of Habayashi Wei, he is also respectful when seeing him.

This kid's courage is too big!

"..."

The old man opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something else.

But before he could speak, he was interrupted by Fang Xiu: "The old guy just say what he wants to say, don't beat around the bush, at such an old age, he looks like a shrew swearing at the street, are you ashamed?

If I were you, I would bang my head against the wall. "

"you!"

Hearing this, the old man flew into a rage, stood up from the grand teacher's chair with a 'teng', stretched out a hand, pointed at Fang Xiu, trembling uncontrollably, obviously the anger had reached the extreme.

Fang Xiu, however, had an expression of indifference, and said flatly: "Do you only say 'you'?