Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes and looked blankly at the red curtain in front of him. In the distance there was a furniture like a qin table and a round stool of red sandalwood.

A guy in green hat stood in front of the curtain, staring at him tightly, and then the guy showed a very beating smile, with a stingy flattery in his smile: "Young Master is awake..."

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a moment. This was... wearing... traveling through time, because he clearly heard that this man in blue hat was speaking Fengyang's official language. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan could be 100% sure that the furnishings here and this inexplicable man were in his own era, even with large-scale film and television investment, it would be impossible to lay such a scene.

Without fear or fright, Fang Jifan felt a little excited in his heart. After so many years of learning, he could have a glimpse of the ancients today!

The ancients, looking at this guy who smiled a little bitchy, Fang Jifan couldn't help but think, is this... the ancients?

"Is this the Hongzhi year?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy painting on the wall. The signature inscription was a calligrapher in the Zhengtong year of the Ming Dynasty.

Relying on the bed, the style of the exclamation zither also attracted Fang Jifan's attention. This was the style in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. After the Hongzhi Dynasty, it was not very popular. The exclamation zither seemed to be a new one. In this way, this should be undoubtedly during the Hongzhi period.

The man in the green hat nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.

After confirmation, Fang Jifan suddenly sat up from the bed, slapped his thigh, and said excitedly: "King Ning is still there? There is a rebellion from the little prince in the north, and the hand-made textile industry in the south has begun to rise..." Fang Jifan's face was full of eyebrows: "The emperor today is also a saint, and he has great potential..."

Fang Jifan was very excited. This was a good era. A man who was a real man, who had to study and study history, had too many regrets. He had no great prospects in his previous life. He unexpectedly came to a place that was useful.

Fang Jifan couldn't help laughing because he worked in the library and studied Ming history. Not only did Ming history have a deep understanding, but he also knew the local chronicles of this era. To put it bluntly, even if there were several thieves in any county, he could have an impression of his amazing memory.

In the last life, I was lonely and helpless, and it seems that it is not bad to come to this era.

Fang Jifan even admired his heart...it was very big.

The guy in the green hat changed his face and said hesitantly: "Young Master...you...you...you said...are you...are you...are you going to do anything?"

"Yes." Fang Jifan cheered up. He was a young master, so this person was either a scholar or a senior. Before he could pass, he said with an excited look: "A man who is alive is a real man, he will be a title on the list and make achievements..."

Speaking of this, the face of the man in the green hat turned from doubt to sadness, and he shouted: "Young Master...Young Master...is sick again... Come... Where are you here..."

Fang Jifan was shocked, what...what happened?

Bang...

The door was knocked open by several strong men, and they all looked like wolves and tigers.

The sunlight outside also shone in, but these burly bodies covered the excess light.

Then, a man with a slightly trembling Confucian shirt and a goatee-beard, who looked like a gentleman, walked in with a medicine box on his back and said excitedly: "Young Master, the young master's illness... I've gotten another... hurry up, hurry up, acupuncture!"

With a command, the strong men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, NTGB, and he cursed in his heart because he saw that the old man had taken out the silver needle that was inch long from the box, and looked heartbroken. He said to Fang Jifan: "The disease that the young master suffers from is a brain disease. Do not be afraid of the doctor. Come on, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Just take an injection..."

Fang Jifan was so frightened that his chin was about to fall: "I...I'm not sick..."

While applying the acupuncture, the doctor shook his head and said, "That's right, this symptom was the case when you were sick in the past. Master, bear it. My acupuncture method is passed down from my ancestors. If you have any illness, you can exercise even if you are not sick. Master, you are lying down!"

ah……

With the howling like a pig slaughter, Fang Jifan stopped after a while.

His hands and feet were controlled by someone, and the old man actually stabbed the silver needle into the back of his head. Fang Jifan stopped shouting, but he was so scared that he gritted his teeth and did not dare to move, for fear that the old man's needle would be stabbed by the same as soon as he moved.

The most important thing is that I have been afraid of getting injections since I was a child!

Such a long needle pierced into the head. This is not a cure, this is a murder, your uncle!

Before the needle was taken out, the old man pinched his beard and shook his head and sighed: "There is no medicine for those who are brainless. I just follow the ancient prescription to temporarily control the condition. Whether it can be cured depends entirely on the young master's own luck."

The guy in green hat hid on the edge of the couch and sobbed in a low voice: "Young Master, Young Master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by Uncle. Don't be afraid, the acupuncture will be cured for a few months. Uncle studied the book and told him that as long as the young master's illness can be cured, no matter what method is used... In short, you must not conceal the medical and avoid illness... The young master is Uncle's only son, and the young master will bear it... and bear it..."

Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.

……………………

noon.

The view outside the window was pleasant, but Fang Jifan didn't feel like enjoying the scenery!

This was the 27th day that Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he no longer knew how many needles he had been stabbed. Every time he was a needle, Fang Jifan would be a journey to the gates of hell.

An ancient "famous doctor" pierced the silver needle into the back of your head and stirred it slightly. Fang Jifan still remembered it and was trembling all over.

Twenty-seven days are enough to let Fang Jifan understand everything.

The original owner of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.

The hereditary count of the Fang family was earned during the Jingnan Battle. The ancestors followed the King of Yan Zhu Di to fight from Beiping City to Nanjing. Zhu Di was quite kind, and with a wave of his hand, he gave him an iron rice bowl.

And the owner of this body...

Well, no wonder I just said something like a man and a real man, so I was regarded as a brainless person, because this guy is a scumbag, the biggest evil young man in the capital, and the prodigal son among the prodigal sons, can be said to be full of evil deeds!

A few days ago, this guy got sick, so he hired a famous doctor to see him. It was because of mental problems and he never gave up treatment. After Fang Jifan traveled through time, the reason why people mistakenly thought that the illness had not yet recovered was because he was very different from the prodigal son in the past, so... the treatment had to continue...

Too stupid.

Fang Jifan reflected on himself that he was still too young. When he arrived, he actually told people what he wanted to make achievements and do things for the country and the people. This is a scam.

A prodigal son who is full of evil behavior and behaves so abnormally. In the eyes of others, he is not a lunatic. What is it?

Well, in order to give up treatment, I must have more Fang Jifan than Fang Jifan in the past.

At this time, the door of the bedroom was already open, and a beautiful little girl came in. The one who came from Fang Jifan's Changsui, the guy in green clothes and hat, named Deng Jian.

A new day... has begun again.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath. In the past twenty days, he had figured out the rules and had a rough understanding of the background of this family. Naturally, he had already understood the original Fang Jifan thoroughly.

The little girl arrived at the couch and saluted: "Young Master, get up."

Fang Jifan had his eyes and looked impatient. He cheered himself up: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, a buddy is a prodigal son, and you must not show off your mistakes."

Fang Jifan said fiercely: "When is it? What is the ghost called in the early morning?"

The little girl was so scared that her pretty face was slightly unnatural: "Sun...it's already afternoon."

"It's only three o'clock..." Fang Jifan grinned his teeth: "Master, am I the one who got up after three o'clock? Sleep for another hour!"

Deng Jian, who was wearing a green hat, hurried forward, nodded and bowed, "Young Master, it's too early, but I'm afraid that the young master will be hungry..."

"Okay, okay..." Fang Jifan had no choice but to turn over and change his clothes under the service of the little girl.

Of course, Fang Jifan must show his outstanding MIM, stare at the little girl's chest PU, and smile and said, "Xiao Xiangxiang, you have grown up, come on, come on, the young master will test it.

Fang Jifan's hand twisted the tundra of Xiaoxiang's tundra like flowing water. Xiaoxiang was so scared that the branches trembled, his eyes turned red, and tears were about to fall.

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, feeling a little unbearable, but when he saw Deng Jian beside him, he hurriedly crossed his hands and said, "Hahahaha... the little girl is still shy, don't be afraid, the young master loves you."

Xiao Xiangxiang hurriedly wanted to hide, but Fang Jifan took the excuse to go down the donkey without continuing to harass him. Deng Jian, who was beside him, smiled humbly: "Young master is wise, young master is Shenwu, young master is unchanged, the villain admires him and prostrates himself."

"Go to you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg and kicked Deng Jian over with one foot, and said angrily: "Young Master has nothing to do except be handsome and elegant. How dare you say that you are wise and magical? Can wise and magical and magical as a food? Dog-like things."

Deng Jian rolled on the ground and cried bitterly.

Fang Jifan was shocked, why, was it because he was kicked so hard just now? I am really sorry for the crime, but... Hey, my buddy is also in a difficult situation. If this young master is gentle, how could he give up treatment?

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Deng Jian turned over, but raised his head and said excitedly: "The young master's illness has finally improved. The young master... the young master is really happy. The villain cried with joy, and the joy is so heartbroken."

Um?

Fang Jifan is as stupid as a wooden chicken, is that okay?
Chapter completed!