The happy life of a prodigal

There is also a pool hall and water corridor under the rockery.

After walking dozens of steps forward, I saw a plaque with the three big characters of "Erqizhai" written in flying and phoenix dances. It was An Pingbo's study.

After entering the study, Wang Baole's eyes lit up suddenly.

The furniture placed on the desk and on the shelves are fine products, and even a few pieces of blue and white porcelain have long been peerless products and are of great value.

Wang Baole was dazzled by the sight, and said in a trembling voice: "Well, if this is all genuine, at least it can sell for tens of thousands of taels of silver..."

Fang Xiu said disdainfully: "How can there be fakes in the dignified Uncle Anping's mansion? Make a price, send some people over tomorrow, and move them all away!"

Wang Baole swallowed and spit, as if frightened, he tremblingly said: "This, this... the small ones dare not buy it, if the young master is willing to mortgage it, the small ones still have the guts."

Fang Xiu felt disdainful.

I dare not buy anything because I just want to get more oil and water from myself, a prodigal son.

Fang Xiuquan didn't know what was wrong with it, waved his hand, and said boldly: "It's not just things that are not used in daily life, so they are mortgaged."

"My son is really...really..."

Rao is such a tactful person as Wang Baole, but he couldn't think of a good word to describe the prodigal son in front of him.

His face was flushed, and finally he said: "Young master is really a man of temperament!"

Fang Xiu looked at Wang Baole's flushed face and almost laughed out loud.

philandering...

It's really hard for this guy.

The antique calligraphy and paintings in the study were mortgaged another 1 taels.

Including the previously mortgaged house, Fang Xiu now has a total of 2 taels of silver in his hands.

Even in the capital, there are very few people who can get 2 taels of cash.

Holding two 1 taels of silver bills, Fang Xiu was in a good mood, lying on the rocking chair, whistling, looking at the clouds in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

The surrounding servants and stewards all looked like they were mourning for their dead parents, and they stood cautiously beside Fang Xiu, not daring to make a sound.

There were even a few stewards who seemed to be expecting the scene of the master coming back, sobbing softly in fright.

Fang Xiu's good mood disappeared in an instant.

He put his eyes on the sobbing stewards, slapped the table, and said angrily: "Why are you crying, your young master is rich, so you should laugh. If anyone cries again, I will break his leg. Throw it out of Fang's house!"

Most of the servants of the Fang family were bought from the tooth market.

Just like what Fang Xiu said, if you break your leg and throw him out of Fang's house, the Kyoto Yamen can't control it.

The deed of sale signed in black and white is tantamount to handing over his life to the Fang family, even if he is killed by the Fang family, he can't say anything.

Hearing what the young master said, the stewards immediately shut their mouths tightly, not daring to make any sound.

Even Xiu'er, the maid who served Fang Xiu, was startled, she covered her small mouth with her white and tender hands, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

It seems that after returning from Zuihua Pavilion, the young master is really different from before...

Xiu'er couldn't help thinking of the discussions she heard outside the mansion that day, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Could it be... the young master really suffered from insanity?

Chapter 12 Infatuated Libertine

"crazy?"

Inside the Zuihua Pavilion, a young man had a wine glass resting on his lips, with a suspicious look on his face.

The man opposite him slapped his thigh: "Can there be a fake? I heard it from the son of Wen Chengbo's family with my own ears."

Wen Chengbo has always been on good terms with Anping Bo, and the sons of the two families often go in and out of Zuihua Pavilion at the same time.

He happened to be there on the day when it was rumored that the young master of the Fang family fell insane.

The man carried him out, and most of the people who watched the fun believed him in an instant, and asked one after another: "Tell me, why did the young master of the Fang family suddenly suffer from a loss of heart and go crazy?"

Seeing everyone's curiosity, the man couldn't help feeling complacent. He picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "It all starts with the marriage bestowed by the Holy One..."

The speaker's tone was high and low, and he gestured twice from time to time, just like a storyteller on the street.

Everyone was amazed when they heard it, but they didn't know it when he finished speaking.

It wasn't until he got up to leave that the crowd came to their senses and started discussing in full swing.

"So that prodigal son still has such an infatuated side."

"I don't know what charm Miss Wanqing from Yirenju has that makes Master Fang so obsessed..."

"It's a pity that there are lovers but they can't get married..."

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Another leisurely afternoon, sunny.

Fang Xiu lay on the rocking chair in the yard, squinting slightly, enjoying the rare warmth in the cold winter.

With the warm sunshine streaming down his body, his mood suddenly became blurred, and he felt much more comfortable.

"Master..."

A crisp call broke the tranquil atmosphere.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and lazily looked at the beautiful figure at the gate of the courtyard.

Xiu'er stepped half a foot into the yard, only to find that her young master was resting.

There was a blush on his fair face, and he walked quickly behind Fang Xiu, put his slender hands on his shoulders, and began to massage gently.

"Master, I have something to ask you..."

Xiu'er is Fang's mother's carefully selected personal maid for Fang Xiu. She was just delivered to Fang Xiu's side last month on Fang Xiu's birthday.

Although the little maid is not very old, she has all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her appearance and figure are also top-notch among the maids in the mansion.

Cheerful and lively, deeply loved by Fang Mu.

It stands to reason that this kind of personal maid will serve the master sooner or later, but she was sent to Fang Xiu for more than a week, and she was still a virgin.

Fang Xiu considers himself a good young man of the new era who grows up under the red banner and basks in the spring breeze.

The little servant girl is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she is still a child, no matter how beastly she is, she won't be able to do it!

At this moment, he was enjoying the skilled massage technique of the little maid, and said casually, "What's the matter?"

Xiu'er lightly rubbed her young master's shoulders, with a look of curiosity on her face, she asked in a soft voice: "Master, are you really pawning master's treasure for Miss Wanqing?"

Master's treasure naturally refers to the antique calligraphy and paintings and rare treasures in the study.

Before Uncle Anping returned to Qingzhou, he had to hold those porcelains and wipe them every day, calling them treasures would not be an exaggeration.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and looked back at Xiu'er.

A faint blush appeared on Xiu'er's pretty face, her eyes dodged, and the strength in her hand was much lighter.

Fang Xiu turned his head, sighed, and asked, "How do you know?"

Seeing him admit it, Xiu'er replied with little stars in her eyes, "Xiu'er...Xiu'er heard from people outside..."

In fact, the so-called outsiders are Aunt Wang who sells vegetables next door.

Xiu'er didn't dare to tell the truth because she was afraid that the young master would be irritated again if she knew her secret and everyone knew about it.

What she didn't expect was that Fang Xiu wished so...

Even the fact that this matter was rumored in the capital, and almost the whole city knew about it, was him behind the scenes.

Although this is the case, in front of other people, it is still necessary to pretend.

Fang Xiu pretended to be deep, sighed, looked at a floating cloud in the sky, and said nothing for a long time.

Xiu'er thought that her young master was recalling the sad past, so she carefully rubbed his shoulders for him, not daring to disturb her.

After a while, she asked timidly: "Master, can you tell me the story between you and Miss Wanqing?"

Although the little maid usually speaks and acts like an adult, she is still a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

What I am most interested in are stories about love and love.

At this moment, hearing others say that my young master is an infatuated libertine, I am naturally full of joy and curiosity, wanting to know the inside story.

Fang Xiu looked at the girl's excited expression, thought for a while, and said, "Same as today, it was a sunny afternoon, I was walking by the lake..."

Seeing that her young master was willing to tell a story, the little maid had a smile on her pretty face, and hurriedly stood upright, listening intently.

"I remember that the sunset that day was beautiful, shining on her body, making her look like a fairy..."

Fang Xiu took the story of the West Chamber as the main body, combined a bunch of love stories between famous prostitutes in brothels and noble sons, and told them vividly, poignantly and warmly.

The little girl beside me was sobbing with tears in her eyes.

"...It's a pity that lovers can't get married. Your Majesty intends to betroth Princess Anle to me. If I can't marry Miss Wanqing again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in my life."

At the end, Fang Xiu sighed pretending to be sad.

In order to pretend to be more realistic, he sneaked some saliva into the corner of his eyes while the little maid was not paying attention.

In fact, the little maid was wiping away her tears, if she hadn't taken into account the rules of the Fang family, she might have been crying so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

How can there be time to observe whether Fang Xiu is truly sad or fake.

After a long time, the little servant girl wiped away her tears and sobbed, "Your Majesty...why does Your Majesty...must destroy the happiness of you and Miss Wanqing..."

When she blurted out these words, Fang Xiu had no time to react and was taken aback.

Fortunately, he and Xiu'er were the only ones in the yard. Otherwise, someone who cared about it would have heard about it, and it would have been used to make a fuss about it.

Talking about the Holy Majesty, this matter is not big, but it is not small, how to deal with it depends on the mood of the emperor.

Fang Xiu didn't want to be caught by others, so he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty probably doesn't know the story between me and Wanqing."

Xiu'er pursed her lips slightly, and said angrily: "Even so, Your Majesty shouldn't do this, and there is Princess Anle, if it weren't for her, the young master would have married Miss Wanqing long ago!"

Fang Xiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in embarrassment: "Your Highness probably doesn't want to do this..."

Xiu'er didn't care about these, her eyes were red, she looked at her young master, thinking.

The young master must be feeling very bitter...

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Outside the courtyard wall, a beautiful girl stood next to the courtyard door, clenched her fists and bit her lower lip lightly.

There seemed to be tears in the eye sockets.

Chapter 13 A Matter of Marriage

After hearing the poignant love story between the young master and Miss Wanqing, Xiu'er was sad for a long time, until she left the yard, her eyes were still red.

Seeing her like this, Fang Xiu felt a little regretful.

Xiu'er is still young, the stories she listens to and the words she reads are all about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies getting married.

But I don't understand that in this world, there are many more imperfections and regrets than perfection and perfection.

An unsatisfactory story like this was considered cruel to her.

Even more cruel...

This story was made up by Fang Xiu.

Before he had time to feel guilty, he saw a small head sticking out from behind the courtyard wall.

The girl's apricot eyes scanned the courtyard, saw that there was no one in the courtyard, and walked in.

"Fang Xiu, I have something to ask you too."

The girl walked to Fang Xiu's side and said softly.

After two days of getting along, the two already knew each other's names.

The girl's name was Zhao Yan, as expected by Fang Xiu, she was the daughter of a wealthy family in Kyoto.

The girl didn't want to disclose which family it was, and he didn't bother to ask.