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Chapter 11 The young master is wise

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    At this time, Deng Jian was still looking up outside the door of Nanhe's residence.

    The young master was kidnapped by the eunuch. Deng Jian didn't dare to stop him, but he was stamping his feet anxiously. He always knew the young master's temperament and would definitely not take the exam if he didn't take the exam. As expected, he didn't wait long before he saw the young master's figure.

    "Young MasterYoung Master" Deng Jian greeted him happily.

    Fang Jifan felt a little uneasy and didn't know whether he answered well or not. It all depends on the examiner's appetite for such a policy question.

    When he saw Deng Jian, he returned to his prodigal appearance, whistling and even spreading his legs further: "What the hell are you calling!"

    Deng Jian bowed hurriedly and respectfully, and said with a smile: "Young master, have you gone to the review?"

    Fang Jifan nodded.

    Deng Jian was stunned. Although he was tied up, it was not like the young master's style. He was a little nervous. Was it because the young master was tied up, was stimulated, and had another brain attack?  So he said worriedly: "Didn't the young master say before that the one who obediently goes to school for review is the turtle grandson?"

    Fang Jifan then sneered and said, "I'm going to go, but I handed in my papers in advance."

    Deng Jian was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "The young master is the young master."

    Although he felt that the young master had done something wrong, Deng Jian actually felt warm in his heart. This was a very solid and comfortable feeling.

    Deng Jian's face was filled with a happy smile. As Fang Jifan entered the yard, Fang Jifan saw Xiang'er from a distance carrying a basket of clothes to the patio with difficulty, and said: "Little Deng Deng, this little Xiang  Isn¡¯t Xiang sick?¡±

    "yes."

    When Fang Jifan saw Xiang'er in great difficulty and limping, he couldn't help but feel pity. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiao Xiangxiang, what are you doing?"

    When Xiang'er saw Fang Jifan, she didn't know whether it was because of illness or shyness. She hurriedly lowered her head, put down the clothes basket, and then saluted, "Master, I'm doing the laundry."

    Fang Jifan frowned slightly: "You need to take a shower even if you are sick?"

    Xiang'er hesitated.

    Deng Jian, on the other hand, smiled and said: "Young Master, it was Manager Yang who gave the order."

    Fang Jifan felt that his teeth were itching, this is Huang Shiren, is there anyone who abuses people like this?  Fang Jifan could ignore other things and pretend to be a prodigal young master, but he couldn't stand this kind of thing.

    So he said sternly: "Call Manager Yang."

    Deng Jian felt strange, seeing that the young master's face was full of anger, so he didn't dare to ask more questions and hurriedly called Manager Yang.

    Not long after, Manager Yang trotted over with a big belly on his back and said with a sorry smile, "What are your orders, Master?"

    Fang Jifan calmed down and had some calculations in his mind. He first pointed at Xiang'er and said, "Xiang'er, what do you mean? You are sick and you still dare to wander around in front of me. If this illness is passed on to me,  , you will definitely be punished by death!"

    When Xiang'er heard this, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and she burst into tears. She quickly admitted her mistake in horror.

    Manager Yang thought that Fang Jifan was just teaching Xiang'er a lesson, so he also joined in and said angrily: "Did you hear that? How dare you hinder the young master's eyes? Look at your skin." Then he looked at Fang Jifan with a flattering look on his face: "Young master, what are you talking about?  Yes or no?"

    Fang Jifan put away his fan, raised his hand and slapped Manager Yang in the face.

    Snapped¡­¡­

    The slap was sharp and sharp, especially the one that hit Manager Yang¡¯s plump face, but the aftertaste still lingered.

    Manager Yang was caught off guard and was beaten. He suddenly felt aggrieved. He covered his cheeks and looked at Fang Jifan in disbelief: "Master, what are you doing"

    Fang Jifan gritted his teeth, and then said something from between his teeth: "Remember, in this capital, no one more despicable than this young master is allowed to exist!"

    Manager Yang was almost scared out of his wits. He never imagined that he would actually steal the young master's limelight and make the young master hold a grudge, so he hurriedly said: "I don't dare, I don't dare, the young master is the worst No, the young master is the most amazing."

    Fang Jifan just looked at Xiang'er with feigned disdain: "You have made such a big mistake, why are you crying? Now you are punished to go back to your residence and face the wall for three days, and you are not allowed to leave the room within three days, otherwise I will kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.  , killed Manager Yang"

    Manager Yang: ""

    Deng Jian glanced at Manager Yang fearfully, then hesitated for a long time before he managed a smile: "Young master is wise!"

    Xiang'er seemed to be frightened. She just thought that the young master hated her and therefore punished herself, so she obeyed the order and left with red eyes.

    Seeing that frail backFar away, Fang Jifan subconsciously took out the Xiang Fei fan and shook it, sighing in his heart.

    Usually he always felt that he had to replace another person and have to adapt to another person's life rhythm, which was very miserable. But then he realized that there were too many people in this world who were more miserable than him. The prodigal son in the past, I don't know.  I have done so many bad things, so now it¡¯s time for me to pay off some of my debts.

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    Forbidden City, Nuange.

    At this time, Zhu Houzhao, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, was looking outside the Nuan Pavilion. He glanced into the Nuan Pavilion with his thief eyes, and a majestic voice immediately came from the Nuan Pavilion: "Come in."

    Zhu Houzhao stuck out his tongue, immediately put on the appearance of the crown prince, and stepped into the pavilion. As soon as he entered, he knew that he had come at the wrong time. He saw his father sitting high at the head of the desk, and several masters kneeling on the left and right.  about.

    These masters are all famous officials in the Hongzhi Dynasty and are known for their integrity. However, since they are honest, they generally don't look good on Zhu Houzhao.

    Just as Zhu Houzhao was about to salute, Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand. He had not seen his only son for several days, but now he saw him. Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said kindly: "Your Majesty, the Liu Qing family just mentioned to me that you actually made ""  Are you familiar with "The Theory of Debating Adultery"?"

    Liu Qing¡¯s family is Liu Jian, the chief assistant scholar of the current cabinet. He is sitting on the left hand of Emperor Hongzhi. He is an old man with a somewhat ugly appearance. At this moment, he nodded towards Zhu Houzhao.

    Liu Jian is not only the chief minister of the cabinet, but also the crown prince and tutor, so he occasionally goes to Zhan Shifu to supervise Zhu Houzhao's homework. In recent days, it seems that the crown prince has made considerable progress, which comforts him.

    Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows slightly, but said sternly: "My son, I am ashamed."

    Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said: "It can be seen that it is good if you use your heart."

    He said and smiled: "Sit aside, I have something to discuss with you."

    Zhu Houzhao complained in his heart, but still sat on his knees obediently.

    Emperor Hongzhi continued: "After reviewing a few days ago, the Qinjun Mansion sent over a dozen good articles. I have been thinking about the peace of the Southwest these days. Alas the troubles in the Southwest are actually an old disease of the Ming Dynasty.  Over the past hundred years, the imperial court has put down rebellions time and time again, but each year it has been victorious, but it has received news of rebellions one after another. It is very annoying. All the ministers are my humerus. Thinking about it, they have always had a headache. It is rare today,  These disciples participated in the literary examination, and I took this opportunity to come up with this strategy. Perhaps, someone really came up with a good solution unexpectedly."

    Liu Jian and others all smiled slightly, but the smile was very reserved, more like pandering to the emperor. In their eyes, His Majesty is still considered a saint, and the cabinet and ministers are still considered virtuous. They have not yet found a good way to cure the root cause.  , a group of stupid kids, can you count on them?

    In this kind of examination, especially for a group of distinguished students, their policy articles may not even be as good as those of ordinary scholars. As long as they can read and write correctly, they don't need to have any sense, but their writing can connect the previous and the following.  , it is considered excellent.

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