1500 Prince's Mansion Discussion

When Chang Gui heard it, he said curiously: "Oh, that's Mr. Fang's outer room, which gave birth to two children for him! It looks like this, no wonder Mr. Fang dotes on him like a baby!"

Mr. Liao glanced at Changgui, and listened to what he said, with a disapproving smile on his mouth: "It's just a rumor, and, besides, did you really see with your own eyes that Mr. Fang treats this concubine like a jewel?"

"Uncle Liao, you don't know. When I went to Fangfu to deliver things just now, those servants directly called that person Madam! This is just a concubine's room. Seeing how respectful and flattering the guy is, she must be in Fangfu. It is very flattering!"

Changgui judged.

Mr. Liao chuckled and brought up the same point of view: "Then why did she come to Jinxiu Cloth Village by herself today, without a maid or a carriage?"

When Mrs. Liu was shopping just now, Mr. Liao could clearly see the resignation and panic in her eyes. If she was really favored so much, why didn't she go out with hugs, not even a carriage.

It seems that the rumors are nothing more than that, Mr. Fang probably did not love this concubine as much as the rumors said.

Chang Gui scratched his head, thought for a while and said, "Yes, why? The boy was surprised when he first saw the woman, and said, why is there only Madam alone!"

It was rumored in the capital that Mrs. Fang was dying, and time was running out. I heard that Mrs. Fang was still recuperating in her natal Lu's house, and she did not return to Fang's house.

Thinking of this, Mr. Liao is also wondering what kind of changes will happen to the Fang family this time.

Could it be that Fang Zhengxing will really straighten the Liu family and become the wife of the Fang Mansion?

It's just a long, seductive and enchanting woman. If she has no background, no talent, no talent, can such a romantic woman really be able to hold down the title of Mrs. Yiming?

Mr. Fang's career is in full swing now, and now he is a first-rank official. As long as he goes one step further, he will control the position of prime minister. Will he be willing to stagnate?

There are still several adults in the capital who can compete with Fang Zhengxing for the position of the left and right prime ministers. All of them have backgrounds and family backgrounds. Fang Zhengxing, who has no background and no family background, can compete with them?

Thinking of this, Mr. Liao suddenly looked down at the account book in his hand. The first page was not clear yet, and he began to care about other people's affairs.

Can't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

Business is business, and officials are officials.

They are businessmen, as long as they don't offend these officials, no matter how they get in or get up, that's not something they worry about, and they can't even worry about it.

Picking up the pen, forgetting all the messy things about other people, and focusing on the calculations.

Fang Zhengxing soon arrived at Prince Ming's Mansion. He got off the carriage and was about to go in when the carriage driver saw him and suddenly said, "Sir, do you want to go back and pick up Madam? Madam is alone on the street, it must be unsafe !"

When Fang Zhengxing heard the servant say Madam, he thought he was talking about Lu Wenxin, but he didn't realize that the person was talking about Liu Nianrou until he heard the second half of the sentence.

His face darkened immediately, without saying a word, he just glanced coldly at the driver.

The coachman pretended to be smart, and thought that Fang Zhengxing would praise him, but he actually looked at him coldly, his heart skipped a beat, his legs went limp from fright, and he quickly knelt down: "Master..."

Fang Zhengxing gave the coachman a condescending look, didn't speak, just tossed his robe, snorted coldly, turned and left.

The coachman was so frightened that the sweat on his back came out. He knelt on the ground as if he was facing an enemy, and he didn't dare to look up at Fang Zhengxing. Even so, he could feel the strong oppression and displeasure brought by the master. !

When the sound was gone, the coachman slowly raised his head and looked around quietly. Finally, he didn't see Fang Zhengxing, so he patted his chest, stood up, and drove the carriage aside. No matter how I think about it, I can't figure it out.

When he came in the morning, the master was still supporting his wife, with such affection.

Why did the master change his expression once he entered Lu's house.

The coachman complained sadly, and slapped himself: "You, you, what are you talking about!"

But I felt strange in my heart, what happened to these two people!

Fang Zhengxing walked through the luxurious courtyards and pavilions under the leadership of the servants of Prince Ming's Mansion. Even Fang Zhengxing, who has been to the Palace of Ming Dynasty many times, still feels admiration when he sees such luxury in the Palace of Ming Dynasty.

I am very envious.

Soon they arrived at King Ming's study room, this was the place where the two discussed matters, usually, there were only the two of them in the room, and King Ming's cronies and guards were waiting at the door to prevent the third person from approaching.

Fang Zhengxing came to the door, adjusted his appearance, walked in, came to the familiar desk, and knelt down: "The official is going to meet the prince!"

Shu Hao put down the wolf hair in his hand, and waved his hand: "Master Fang, come over and have a look, this king's painting is really good!"

Fang Zhengxing hurriedly got up, took two quick steps, and came to Shu Hao's side. On the desk, there was a picture of a cockfight that he had just drawn.

A tall and mighty rooster with a blood-red comb stands proudly on the painting, and the arrogance after victory makes the painting penetrating.

Next to the big cock, there was a little cock that was teetering and almost fell down.

The little rooster is not big, half a body shorter than the big rooster. It is standing aside in defeat at the moment. The feathers on its body are in a mess, and there are some feathers that have been pecked and flying around. It is obvious that it has experienced something just now.

Evil fighting, was pecked by the big cock a lot.

With a drooping look, a defeated little rooster and a triumphant big rooster, Fang Zhengxing could see the meaning of this painting at a glance.

With a flattering smile on Fang Zhengxing's face, he cupped his hands and praised: "My lord is so good at pen and ink, such a vivid cockfighting picture! Let the officials admire!"

After washing his hands, Shu Hao came to the table beside him, drank the good Biluochun, and said with a smile: "It's just a small suckling chicken with full hair, and it's really uncomfortable to try to defeat a big rooster." Do what you can!"