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Chapter 1974 What qualifications do you have to talk to Ben Bo?

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    "Who is Mr. Seventeen?"

    The day was too hot. Fang Xing stood on the bank of Daming Lake, looking at the boat parked on the shore from a distance and feeling the comfort under the shade of the trees.

    Wang He had already opened his front, fanned the inside with a fan, and whispered: "He is the steward of that family, also known as the deacon."

    A green bird flew over the sky. Fang Xing frowned and looked at the small lump of bird droppings in front of him, and said: "That family is well versed in the way of protecting one's self. They are extremely noble, but they are deeply feared by the emperor, so they dare not act rashly."  .¡±

    Wang He has been following Fang Xing outside for many years, and his experience is much more than that of the eunuchs in the palace. He shook his fan desperately and said anxiously: "Yes! No matter how noble you are, your majesty is doing this for the sake of the scholars in the world.  Your majesty, if you dare to act recklessly, your majesty will definitely not touch you openly, but you will not be polite secretly."

    "This person is here to connect and cheer up. Those students are gathering around him and are proud of him. Uncle Xinghe, be careful. If something big happens, no one can stop it."

    It was almost noon, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Fang Xing waved and said, "Follow me to the boat."

    "Let's go eat from the rich!"

    "Uncle Xinghe, if our family wants to lose weight, fresh fish is the best"

    The group of people walked to the edge of the boat, and there was already someone waiting there. They said with a smile: "I've met my uncle, I've met all of you."

    Fang Xing nodded slightly. After a burst of hurried footsteps, a cute girl in her teens ran over and said, "I've met my uncle, I've met all of you, sir. The girl is already waiting. Please come up."

    What a cute girl!

    Fang Xing nodded, and the kitten led him up with a smile.

    Fang Xing turned around in the middle of the stairs and said, "Just order what you want to eat. If there's nothing on board, just ask someone to buy it. I'll pay for it."

    Maomao turned around and said with a smile: "Don't worry, uncle, someone has agreed to pay for today's expenses, and the deposit has been paid."

    Fang Xing was surprised and said with a smile: "Good thing, it seems we can have a good meal today, everyone is welcome."

    Wang He said with a hoho smile: "Uncle Xinghe, our family won't go up. We'll just drink with them here."

    When the eunuch drinks flower wine, he feels really suffocated.

    Fang Xing nodded and followed the kitten up to the second floor.

    "I've met my uncle."

    ??In the tulle, the white tenderness is looming.

    A head of black hair slides down from both sides of the neck, with clear black and white, eye-catching.

    That voice was somewhat magnetic, as sticky and attractive as the rain from the south.

    Fang Xing walked over and said as he turned around, "Maybe barbecue? Are there any peppers?"

    Que Tan, who had just taken a bath, turned around in shock. Fang Xing had already sat on the main seat and said with a golden knife: "Go get some mutton chili and grill the meat."

    Barbecuing in this weather?

    Queton couldn't help but be speechless as she smelled the delicate fragrance emanating from her body.

    Fang Xing glanced at her sideways, and suddenly smiled: "It's an elegant thing for a beauty to wash her hands and make soup! But I don't need you for the barbecue. I asked the cook to do it."

    Que Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked Mao Mao to give instructions to the cook. Then she walked over and sat beside Fang Xing.

    "Where's Mr. Seventeen?"

    Que Ji picked up the fan, gently fanned it for Fang Xing, and said, "Uncle, I have never met Mr. Seventeen."

    There was a faint fragrance that came with the breeze. Fang Xing turned his face slightly and said, "Sit better, I'm not too hot."

    The bird's tongue moved in panic, and its figure swayed slightly, like a willow branch in the wind.

    Fang Xing shook his head, then glanced outside, smiled slightly, squinted and said, "The distinguished guest is here."

    Que Yan stood up slightly and took a look, then looked at Fang Xing in embarrassment.

    Fang Xing nodded, and Que Toi hurried to the stairs to pick him up.

    "I have met Mr. Seventeen, and I have met Mr. Yang."

    "Has Uncle Xinghe arrived?"

    A reserved voice came, and Fang Xing smiled. His people, including Wang He, were all below. Could Mr. Seventeen be blind?

    As for Que Gu, she didn¡¯t go down to greet Fang when he woke up, so her position is self-evident.

    "Who are you? You have such a big face, you can't even see us standing here? What big eyes, maybe they grow to the top of your head? Then you have to be careful when you fall into the river and make a lunch of fish and shrimp."

    There was a moment of silence below, and Fang Xing knew that these people were afraid of Wang He's status as a eunuch, otherwise they would have started complaining long ago.

      Eunuchs, eunuchs, the people around the king.

    Fang Xing smiled and looked at the stairs. As footsteps came, a middle-aged man appeared.

    "I'm seventeen, and I've met Uncle Xinghe."

    He is the steward of that house and should be looked down upon wherever he goes.

    So after he handed over his hand, he immediately looked at Fang Xing.

    Fang Xing sat still and said calmly: "You made an appointment with me here today. What do you want to talk about?"

    Mr. Seventeen came over with a smile and sat across from Fang Xing. A scholar followed him to keep him company.

    "My student Yang Yan has met Uncle Xinghe."

    Fang Xing frowned and said, "Where's the barbecue?"

    Que Ji was preparing to sit down by the side. Hearing this, he asked someone to take a look.

    Mr. Shiqi¡¯s eyes are very small and he looks at people through squinting.

    He cupped his hands and said: "Uncle Xinghe, I think everything has its limits. It's like grabbing water. The owner felt that the water was too little for his own family, so he went to the west family to complain. The west family was willing to compensate, but the east family wanted the west family.  Losing everything is not a reasonable way to go."

    Fang Xing took a sip of tea and said, "The Eastern and Western families are all one family in His Majesty's eyes."

    Mr. Seventeen was stunned. When Fang Xing smelled the aroma, he pawed and said, "The barbecue is here, and the wine is here!"

    ?Then the cook came up with a large plate. On the large plate was a pile of mutton slices. There were several small bowls on the side, one of which was filled with chili noodles.

    The plate was placed on the table, the dark and skinny cook smirked, and the kitten shouted: "Get out of here!"

    The cook cupped his hands in panic, then stumbled down the stairs, but luckily he didn't fall.

    Fang Xing glanced at the cute kitten, frowned slightly, then picked up a piece of mutton and dipped it in chili noodles to eat.

    Mr. Seventeen was looking at Fang Xing and saw that he had closed his eyes and his cheeks were trembling slightly because of the spicy food. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

    "Anyone with some status, unless they are close friends, must pay attention to their eating habits when eating out.

    But this Xing Hebo didn't care at all, and he actually started talking about it, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

    After eating the mutton and taking another sip of wine, Fang Xing felt very happy, so he ate alone.

    People on the side were looking at him. If Que Tan and Yang Yan hadn't met Fang Xing, they would have doubted whether this person was a fake.

    After eating more than ten slices of roast lamb, Fang Xing put down his chopsticks and prepared to take a rest.

    Mr. Seventeen frowned slightly and said, "Uncle Xinghe, the paths are different, so leaving a path is a long-term solution."

    Fang Xing took a sip of wine and said calmly: "This is not Tao, but people's livelihood."

    Mr. Seventeen sneered and said: "After a thousand years, people's livelihood is the best today. I'm afraid Xing Hebo's words are suspected of destroying Guo with false doctrines."

    This was Fang Xing's first real face-to-face encounter with that family. He looked at Mr. Seventeen carefully, and then said: "There is a lot of reserve, but your family is worthy of this reserve. As for the false Tao Mie Guo you mentioned  ¡­¡±

    Fang Xing felt that the cook was good at grilling meat, and he couldn't help but want to poach him.

    He ate another piece of mutton and said with satisfaction: "You think too much. Your family is not worth it. And those are all Ming people. Who will destroy whom?"

    Mr. Seventeen's face gradually turned red, and Que Tou was a little worried, so he glanced at Yang Yan secretly.

    Yang Yan quickly said: "Uncle Xinghe"

    "Who are you?"

    Fang Xing raised his head slightly, tilted his head, and said, "What qualifications do you have to talk to Uncle Ben?"

    Yang Yan looked embarrassed and couldn't help but look at Fang Xing with pleading eyes.

    Yang Yan said awkwardly: "Student Yang Yan"

    Fang Xing looked at Mr. Seventeen and asked, "What does this mean?"

    This was not intended to give face. Mr. Seventeen looked livid, then smiled slightly and said: "Since we are drinking, of course everyone can talk. Uncle Xinghe"

    Fang Xing smiled and nodded, and said, "In that case, let's drink a bottle of wine first and then talk to Uncle Ben."

    Yang Yan felt deeply humiliated and immediately picked up the jug, but Fang Xing had just drank half of the jug of wine, and he was staring at him with tongue-tied eyes.

    "Kitten, go get a jug of wine."

    Seeing her lover being forced by Fang Xing, Que Tou couldn't help but hate Fang Xing, and her voice was a bit sharp.

    At this time, Wang He from downstairs shouted: "Uncle Xinghe, Yu Qian is here." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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