The happy life of a prodigal

The young man surnamed Zhang showed surprise on his face, and asked, "But Fang Xiu."

The thin young man nodded, and said: "Think about it, what kind of guy is Fang Xiu, who only eats and drinks all day long, sleeps, got a holy family, and became a general of the Habayashi Guard, how could he still have time to go to the theater .

But these days, when I was watching a play at the Beijing Normal University Theater, I saw him more than once, and saw him discussing something with the manager of the Beijing Normal University Theatre.

As a result, the next day, the plaque of the Beijing Normal University Theater was removed and replaced by the Happy Theater. If Fang Xiu had nothing to do with the Beijing Normal University Theater, ghosts would not believe it. "

The young man surnamed Zhang thought for a while, and said: "Back then, there was an uproar about the female ghost in white clothes in the south of the city, and several shops fell to the bottom, and it was the Fang family who bought them all.

One of them is Chunfenglou, and the other is Zhuxuanzhai. These two have been in the limelight recently. It is said that the money deposited in the account every day cannot be carried by a horse-drawn carriage. "

Speaking of this, he showed an envious expression on his face, and said: "It is estimated that in a few years, this most prodigal thing in the capital will become the richest man in the capital."

Hearing this, the thin young man couldn't help showing a look of resentment on his face, and said, "This guy has a brain disease, and his luck is good. Who would have thought that the shop in the south of the city could be brought back to life in such a short period of time. It's really true." ......Why......"

The two of them sighed, and suddenly there was a loud noise downstairs.

Everyone just glanced at it, then continued to drink without paying attention to it.

Unexpectedly, the noisy sound became more and more intense, and even... the sound of fighting came out.

All of a sudden, everyone's attention was attracted.

When Young Master Yang saw this scene, his face was gloomy.

After waving his hand, the servant behind him immediately came up: "My lord, what are your orders?"

Mr. Yang said indifferently: "Go down and have a look, the Zuihua Pavilion is a quiet place, if someone makes trouble, send it to the capital, and they will deal with it."

The servant immediately said: "Yes, young master."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly walked out of the Accord.

Downstairs, the shopkeeper of the restaurant looked anxiously at the lobby. When he saw Young Master Yang's servant, his expression changed, showing a look of fear and fear, and asked, "But the movement below has disturbed Young Master?"

Although he is only Young Master Yang's servant, this one also feels that he is superior. Facing the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he looked arrogantly and said: "I know why... What's going on here?"

Seeing his expression, the shopkeeper of the restaurant was upset, but he still had a smile on his face and said, "It's just that some people are making trouble, so I'll drive them away."

"Wait..."

The servant stopped the shopkeeper of the restaurant and said: "Young Master has an order, if someone makes trouble, send it to the Yamen of the Kyoto Prefecture, and the governor of the Kyoto Prefecture will deal with it."

The governor of Kyoto... still care about such nosy things?

The shopkeeper of the restaurant showed surprise on his face, thought for a while, and said: "It stands to reason that the troublemaker should be sent to the dungeon and locked up for a few days, but..."

He hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not.

The servant asked, "Just what?"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant thought for a while, and replied truthfully: "It's just...these two people are a little special, you'd better see for yourself."

As he spoke, he pointed to the two people who were howling in the lobby.

The servant looked over with curiosity on his face.

This... what is it!

After only one glance, the servant turned pale with fright and took a step back subconsciously.

These two...how did they become so swollen?

The servant regained his composure, took two steps closer, and wanted to order the servants to work together to capture him.

But as soon as he walked in front of them and heard what the two of them shouted clearly, he was instantly... stunned.

Standing in place, for a moment, he was at a loss.

The two youths were still wailing: "Yang, you are a heartless thing, you are a mess, and you are tired of playing with others, so you drive them out of the house, you, you are not as good as a pig..."

"It's unreasonable. You called Xiao Tiantian back then, but now you let him go, has your conscience been swallowed by dogs?"

"Let's comment. The young master of the Minister of Rites said he would stay with us two brothers forever, but in less than a month, he let the evil slave drive him out of the house, and he didn't even give him 100 taels of silver!"

"..."

When the onlookers heard this, their hearts of gossip ignited.

Even though the faces of these two were like pigs' heads, they were ugly and hard to see, but there were more and more people watching.

Even, many people came here after hearing the news, and they didn't eat, just to watch the excitement.

There is such a relationship between the young master of the Ministry of Rites and these two pig heads?

Is this... okay?

The young master of the Ministry of Rites, the taste must be different!

As more and more people watched, the shopkeeper and the servant couldn't stop sweating.

On the one hand, they were afraid that someone would spread the news of what happened here, so that the son would be framed for nothing.

On the other hand, they worried that the two men were not making false accusations, but that it was true.

After all, the goodness of Longyang is not a particularly unusual thing among the noble children of Chu State.

Even in the previous dynasties, this kind of thing was considered elegant by many people.

Who knows if their Mr. Yang has such a special hobby.

If it is true, the old relationship will revive in the future. Thinking of today, the shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion, or a certain servant, put them in the dungeon, who knows if they will suppress and retaliate.

The shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion saw that the incident was getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people gathered.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he asked the servant standing beside him who was also at a loss: "You are with the young master, have you ever seen these two people before?"

The servant glared at the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and said angrily, "How could I know such a thing!"

The shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion sighed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you want to report to Young Master?"

Chapter 1 The Madman

The servant thought for a while and said, "You watch them here, don't let them make a big fuss, wait for me to go up and report to the young master, and then make a decision."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper of the restaurant raised his eyes, glanced at the two figures not far away, and thought: Isn't this incident big enough?

Although I thought so in my heart, I still had that expression on my face, nodded and said, "Yes."

The servant turned around, walked up to the Accord on the second floor, opened the door and walked in, and then saw that the table was full of honorable children looking at him with dissatisfied expressions on their faces.

He lowered his head anxiously, walked quickly past them, leaned over and whispered something in Yang Ming's ear.

Listening to the noisy fighting downstairs, everyone couldn't arouse any interest in drinking, and they all secretly glanced at Yang Ming and the servant.

After a while, Mr. Yang, the eldest son of the Ministry of Rites, who has always been calm, slammed the table and said angrily: "Who dares to make up such a defamation of this son!?"

It was the first time for everyone to see Mr. Yang so furious. While they were uneasy, they couldn't help but feel a little curious. They couldn't help but look at the servant, wondering what happened downstairs.

The servant obviously didn't expect that the young master who was always moody would show such anger this time, his legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground, trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "Damn it, little one... "

After a while, Yang Ming finally calmed down a bit, his eyes were gloomy, and his face was uncertain.

After a while, he raised his wine glass, smiled on his face, and said: "This servant is not good at doing things, disturbing everyone's interest, I will punish myself with a drink."

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly raised their wine glasses and returned a salute.

Yang Ming drank the wine in his glass, and said: "There are some things that I need to deal with personally. Please enjoy yourself, I will come back when I go."

Everyone hurriedly said: "If Mr. Yang has something to do, just go and do it, don't worry about me waiting."

Yang Ming smiled, put down his wine glass, and walked out of the private room.

Downstairs, the shopkeeper of the restaurant watched more and more people gathering, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead, looking in the direction of Ya Ge from time to time, hoping that the servant would come down quickly.

Finally, the door of the Accord opened.

But seeing the figure clearly, he became even more flustered, feeling very uneasy.

This time, the person who came down turned out to be the son.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper of the restaurant felt that he was not well.

Although the Zuihua Pavilion is the property of the Shangshu's family of the Ministry of Rites, on weekdays, except for occasionally entering the mansion to report the income and expenditure to the accountant, it is rare to see the son's face.

In order to avoid suspicion, Lord Shangshu and Young Master rarely come to Zuihualou for dinner.

Today, it is rare for the young master to host a banquet in the Zuihua Pavilion. He thought it was an opportunity for him to perform well, but who would have thought that such two guys would appear and mess up everything that was originally planned!

The shopkeeper of the restaurant wanted to cry, but when he saw Yang Ming walking down, he took a deep breath and went up to meet him.

With a flattering smile on his face, he said respectfully: "It's just some trivial matters, how can I bother you, my lord."

Mr. Yang glanced at him coldly, without so many twists and turns, he asked very straightforwardly: "What's going on?"

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper of the restaurant broke out in a cold sweat, felt his throat was dry, and could hardly speak.

After a long time, he replied: "Small, I don't know, these two people rushed in, didn't say anything, didn't ask for anything, just yelled in the lobby.

The little one advised them to leave, but they refused, saying...and saying..."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant had a bitter voice, but he didn't dare to continue when he said this.

Yang Ming said coldly: "What else?"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant gritted his teeth, as if he was going all out, and replied truthfully: "They also said that they are your son..."

Hearing this, Yang Ming looked gloomy, waved his hand, and said coldly, "Enough!"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant didn't dare to make any more noise.

Yang Ming took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the two men in the lobby who were neither human nor ghost, with swollen faces as big as a pig's head. His eyes were gloomy, and he seemed to be in deep thought, motionless.

If someone familiar with Yang Ming saw this scene, he would know that he would only behave like this when his anger reached its peak.

After a while, Yang Ming waved his hand and said, "It's just two lunatics, don't pay too much attention to it, report it to the capital, and someone will deal with it."

It has to be said that his ability to endure has really reached the extreme.

Even ordinary people who suffer such slander for no reason will definitely be furious and rush to argue.

Those with a more irritable temper might just pick up tables, chairs and benches and smash them on.

What's more, he is a son of such a famous family as Mr. Yang.

Although the Yang family does not have a title, they can only be regarded as ordinary scholar-bureaucrats at best.

But after all, there is a minister of the Ministry of Rites in the mansion, a heavenly official among the six ministries, and a pillar of the imperial court.

As the eldest son, Yang Ming was born like stars and moons. When he grows up in this environment, he can guess what kind of character he will have.

But this is not the case.

Since childhood, Yang Ming has behaved very calmly, acting like this, speaking like this, without arrogance or impetuosity, and his emotions and anger cannot be matched.

Therefore, the children of the famous family who are very close to the Yang family can't help but maintain a little awe when they see Yang Ming.

This has been the case until now.

Even so, in the face of such slander, it is really incredible to be so indifferent.

After Yang Ming gave orders to the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he ignored those two people who looked like lunatics in his eyes, turned around and walked upstairs to the Accord.

But at this moment, behind him, there suddenly came a roar full of resentment: "Yang Ming, stop!"

Hearing this strange voice, Yang Ming was startled, puzzled in his heart, and looked back.

I saw those two lunatics staring at him with very strange eyes as if they had discovered some valuable treasure.

Even though he was as calm as him, he couldn't help but 'thump' in his heart, feeling a bad premonition.

The next moment, the two men with swollen faces like pig's heads rushed towards Yang Ming.

When the onlookers saw this scene, they were all stunned, staring blankly at Yang Ming on the stairs.

After a while, a burst of heated discussions erupted in the entire Zuihua Pavilion.

"It turns out that he is Mr. Yang, with handsome features, I never thought he was such a person..."

"I heard that his father is the Minister of Rites, and as the son of the Minister of Rites, he is shameless and deceives the two..."

When the man said this, he paused, the expression on his face was very exciting, and he continued: "To deceive two weak men, it's really... hey..."

There are those who lament, and there are those who are angry.

"I see, these three things are not good things. Three big men actually do such a mediocre thing. Bah, shame on me!"