The happy life of a prodigal

Lu Si was talking excitedly, and when he heard this, he hurriedly stopped, looking at his young master with a pair of eyes, blinking and blinking.

Fang Xiu said: "Remember, where there are newspapers, it is the king's land, and the king's land will have the glory of His Majesty. It has nothing to do with Zhuxuanzhai, and it has nothing to do with this young master."

Lu Si was slightly taken aback, a little confused about what he said, but he still nodded and said, "I remember it, little one."

Fang Xiu just waved his hand and said: "Go on, try to print the newspaper in these two days, the first article, after two days, I will send someone to send it."

"Yes, Master!"

Lu Si looked excited, saluted respectfully, and left the yard.

...............

Time passed by in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was already evening.

In front of Prince Ning's Mansion, the lights were brightly lit and there was a lot of traffic.

Red lanterns were hung on the trees and eaves.

Decorated with lanterns and festoons, the Dragon Boat Festival has a somewhat Chinese New Year atmosphere.

There is an endless stream of guests.

All of them are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, some of whom Fang Xiu had met in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Today, Kang Wangfu did not hold any banquet.

Therefore, except for the cabinet scholars and the six heavenly officials, most of the Chinese and Chinese military officials arrived, and they all prepared rich gifts.

Only Fangxiu.

Standing in the crowd empty-handed, it looked a bit dazzling.

In fact, Fang Xiu had thought about giving gifts.

However, after thinking about it, I felt that King Ning must not be short of this gift from myself, so I was not prepared.

The most important thing is that the pro-military review will be held in a few days, and he has to save money to raise expenses.

After all, this year's pro-military review is different from the past.

Now that the tickets are sold, the people watching the ceremony can't be allowed to stand. Therefore, seats are required, which is a lot more money than expected.

In addition, there are two more items, the corner flagpole and the football all cost money, although it doesn't cost much to take it out alone.

But the sum of zero and zero, added together, the cost is very staggering.

In front of the gate of King Ning's Mansion, there are more than a dozen gates leading the guests into the mansion.

Fang Xiu got off the carriage, and just took two steps forward when a door stepped forward.

"welcome......"

The doorman of Prince Ning's Mansion had a signature smile on his face, but when facing Fang Xiu, there was no respectful expression on his face.

Maybe it was because he had received too many nobles, and after seeing too many, he became numb. He reached out and took the greeting card from Fang Xiu, opened it and glanced at it.

Habayashi Wei Zuo Zhonglang general, Fang Xiu.

After confirming his identity, the doorman still had that casual expression on his face, and when he glanced behind him, his expression changed, a little weird.

After thinking about it, he tentatively said: "General Fang Zhonglang, your salute..."

There are as many honors as there are worships.

Naturally, these salutes could not have been in the hands of nobles.

For one thing, the nobles are all people of status and status, and it is impossible to hold the gift with their own hands.

Secondly, apart from some rare and rare treasures, it is absolutely impossible to give only one gift. There are so many gifts that one hand cannot hold them all.

Therefore, some servants will follow behind, bringing salutes.

Servants are naturally not eligible to enter the gate of Prince Ning's Mansion, therefore, the gate is also responsible for receiving gifts.

"Bye?"

Fang Xiu looked a little astonished, looked at the door, and asked: "If you don't salute, can you not go in?"

"No, there is no such rule..."

The doorman froze for a moment, then immediately shook his head and said.

Of course, Prince Ning's Mansion has no rule that you can't visit the door without giving salutes.

But everyone is a person of status and status. It is the most basic etiquette to prepare a small gift when you visit the door, and it is also a respect for His Royal Highness King Ning.

"Fang Zhonglang will invite you."

The doorman thought so in his heart, but he couldn't say it out, so he had no choice but to make an invitation gesture.

He knew that His Highness Ning Wang would not care about whether there was a salute, but he was so ignorant as a guest?

Just as Fang Xiu was about to enter Prince Ning's mansion, he saw a young man who greeted him with a flattering smile on his face.

"Young Master Yang, please come in quickly."

Fang Xiu turned his head to look.

Not far away, a handsome young man in luxurious clothes just got off the carriage.

Behind him, a servant handed a brocade box to the doorman and said, "This is the original work of Lord Yan. Knowing that His Highness King Ning likes the words of Lord Yan, Mr. Yang spent a lot of effort to find it."

Hearing the word "Yan Gong", Fang Xiu lost his mind for a moment.

There are not many people in the state of Chu who can deserve the honorable title of Lord Yan. If there is no accident, it will be Yan Zhuang, the chief assistant of the current cabinet.

I have heard before that Yan Zhuang, the chief assistant of the cabinet, not only has a high status in the court, but also his cursive script is a must. Throughout the ages, there are not many people who can compare with it.

He was able to get Yan Zhuang's cursive script, but he was treated like this by that disciple, who called him Mr. Yang.

Fang Xiu's eyes subconsciously lingered on him for a few more seconds.

That Mr. Yang seemed to have noticed something, and looked in Fang Xiu's direction.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, stayed for a moment and then separated.

Fang Xiu didn't pay much attention to it, shook his head, and stepped into Prince Ning's mansion.

Yang Ming withdrew his gaze, glanced at the door, and asked casually, "Who was that person just now?"

Chapter 131

When Menzi heard this, he turned his head subconsciously and flattered, "It's a Zhonglang general surnamed Fang."

A small Zuo Zhong Lang is not worthy of the special attention of the servants of Prince Ning's Mansion.

What's more, he was a guy who wasn't even prepared to pray, maybe he was Qiongqiu Ba who had just been transferred back to the capital from the frontier.

Young Master Yang's expression changed when he heard this, a pair of pupils flashed a gloomy and cold look.

As for Fang Xiu, he followed the flow of people and walked into a huge pavilion in King Ning's Mansion.

The building was brightly lit, people came in and out from time to time, and there was a burst of noise all around. On the table in front of you were various kinds of fruits, vegetables and cakes.

What surprised Fang Xiu was that the drinks used in this banquet turned out to be drunk Fang Xiu.

With such a specification, and a pricey drunk party, it can be seen that this King Ning is also an extremely particular person.

There are rows of tables on both sides, and some people have already been seated on some of the tables.

Since there was no door to guide him, Fang Xiu randomly found a remote place and sat down.

I have to say that the cakes in Prince Ning's Mansion taste very good.

Nothing to do, looking around, there are not many familiar people.

Fang Xiu sat in the corner, eating pastries.

Suddenly, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and the crowd began to rush towards the door.

Fang Xiu turned his head and saw a few figures headed by King Ning walking in from the outside.

The Lord came, and in order to show respect to King Ning, most people stood up from their seats, regardless of their status, they all stepped forward to greet him.

Fang Xiu's seat was in the most remote corner of the hall. Looking at King Ning who was surrounded by three floors inside and three outside, he made a very wise decision to sit here.

In fact, even if he was sitting in the middle, he didn't bother to get up.

The crowd dispersed quickly, and King Ning walked forward surrounded by everyone.

Behind him, Mr. Yang, whom he had just met at the door, followed suit.

The moment Fang Xiu looked over, his eyes just happened to be on Fang Xiu.

In just one stick of incense, the eyes of the two met twice.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly.

He doesn't want to cause trouble today, but it seems that Mr. Yang is not kind...

But yes, during this period of time, the love-hate entanglement between Zhu Tou and Mr. Yang has spread throughout the capital.

From the honorable officials to the common people in the market, they all talk about it.

The three words Young Master Yang have become a joke in the capital.

No matter who knows that the culprit who framed him is standing in front of him, he can't keep calm.

It has to be said that Young Master Yang is extremely restrained.

If it was Wu Yi, even if King Ning was right next to him, he might have rushed forward with a knife in his hand.

Looking away from Yang Ming's body, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and faintly felt that another gaze fell on him.

Fang Xiu looked up, and sure enough, he saw a familiar face diagonally opposite and in front.

Xia Yixue...

I didn't expect that she would also attend this banquet.

Although she is only a small seventh-rank headhunter, she is still qualified to receive the invitation as the eldest daughter of the British princess.

The two sons of the Duke of England are all stationed at the border.

The Duke of England himself has a high prestige in Chu, so naturally he would not attend this small banquet.

Xia Yixue was invited to the banquet, not representing herself, but the British government.

Holding the wine glass, King Ning stood in front of the crowd and said, "Thank you, everyone, for coming to the banquet at the palace. I will serve the first glass of wine as a respect."

After King Ning drank a glass of wine first, the atmosphere in the venue became lively.

Eating, drinking and having fun is the main theme of the banquet.

Some people took this opportunity to get in touch with old friends, some people chatted with King Ning in a low voice, their faces were full of spring breeze, their eyes showed love, spit stars flew around, and King Ning nodded repeatedly when they heard it.

A group of big men whispered and rubbed each other's ears. Those who knew thought it was King Ning's banquet, and those who didn't knew thought it...

Fang Xiu, on the other hand, sat alone in a remote corner, sipping a drunk Fang Xiu from Chunfenglou, looking at the dancers dancing on the stage from time to time, but he was also leisurely.

Fang Xiu was in a good mood, but some people were in a bad mood, and Yang Ming was one of them.

As the eldest son of the Minister of Rites, although there is no title that can be hereditary.

But with his talent, as long as he takes part in the imperial examination, he will definitely be on the list.

In the future, if he enters an official career, relying on his talent and reputation, he will definitely have a bright future.

Can......

The two inexplicable pig heads made him lose face in one day, and the reputation accumulated over the years was wiped out.

Up to now, the hat of "Pig Boy" is still firmly on his head, which has become a lifelong shame.

Even he, who has always been calm, is still very angry when he thinks about what happened that day.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at a figure in a remote corner.

For tonight's banquet, his task is very clear, which is to follow King Ning step by step.

Although King Ning is currently at a disadvantage, as a staunch supporter of King Ning, the lineage of the Ministry of Rites has no way to turn back.

Today, his role is to express the attitude of the Minister of Rites.

"Hi Young Master Yang!"