Li Dongyang laughed again: "So throughout the ages, people have been asking for swords but guarding against swords. However, Fang Jifan's Bing sword is very interesting. He can be used by His Royal Highness, but he is never worried that it will hinder the Lord."

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes and looked at Li Dongyang incredibly: "I hope to hear the details."

Li Dongyang said lightly: "This son is a great talent, and this talent is not comparable to a Confucian scholar. Your Majesty and the Prince can use it all, and there is no need to doubt it. The most harmful sword in this world is like Wang Mang, who has great talent but good reputation in the world, like Fang Jifan... how can it interfere with the master?"

Hongzhi was stunned.

Finally, he understood what Li Dongyang meant.

Yes, the monarch longs for talents and hopes to use talents to govern the country and pacify the world. But in the end, when the prestige of such talents becomes higher and higher and the authority becomes more and more likely to be backfired. Just like Wang Mang, as a relative of the foreign country, is deeply trusted, full of knowledge, and is also well-known all over the world, so Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty.

And Fang Jifan... This guy, not to mention that he has brain disease, just a few days ago, many people impeached him and listed the devastating things he did. Once such a person gained power in the future, he was ambitious and wanted to rebel... uh... will anyone follow him? Or, even if there are ten or eight people with little brains follow him, what about the rest?

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help laughing and laughed: "The view of Li Qing's family is really unique."

Outside, the sound of firecrackers comes from far and near.

Emperor Hongzhi did not express anything, and did not know what he thought of Li Dongyang. He was in a mood and just smiled: "The twelve years of Hongzhi are about to begin..."

"Yes, Your Majesty, the twelfth year of Hongzhi is about to begin."

…………

The Fang family is particularly lively today.

Not only were the servants wearing new clothes, but dozens of guests also came, all of whom were arranged in the hall, and Manager Yang personally received them.

This is the rule of the Fang family. At this time of year, Fang Jinglong would call some old brothers in the camp. These old brothers were just ordinary military households. Some of them made contributions with Fang Jinglong, but unfortunately they were just low-level old soldiers and did not get married, and they are still lonely and helpless. Some were the personal soldiers brought out by Fang Jinglong at the time, some were broken hands and some were lame. Their temperament was different from ordinary people. Although they were laughing, they were particularly enthusiastic when they saw Fang Jifan, some touched Fang Jifan's face, and some patted his head. Everyone gathered together and commented: "Young Master is really grown up."

"It's just that the skin is too tender."

"Yes, yes, it's better to be rougher, it's better to be rougher."

"The bones are lighter, I'm afraid I can't get a bow."

Some people were also a little more disgusted, perhaps because of their low status, they hurriedly saluted Fang Jifan; "I have met the young master."

Although they have different ecology and different performances, they have the same characteristics, but most of them have a certain kind of brilliance that seems to be shining in their smiling eyes.

Fang Jifan respected these people very much. He heard from Manager Yang, for example, the one who broke his arm, his father called him Lao Liu. When he suppressed the bandits, a ravine shot towards Fang Jinglong. He was a personal soldier beside Fang Jinglong at that time, and he was quick-witted. He blocked an arrow for Fang Jinglong, and thus suffered a lifelong disability.

Many people's situations are similar. Fang Jifan hesitated. Should he say hello, or pretend that he is still the prodigal son, and still looks fierce and evil.

But just in this hesitation, Deng Jian rushed over and smiled and said, "I've seen you all the soldiers."

Fang Jifan was stunned for a moment. When did this guy Deng Jian be so polite to others?

In a daze, Deng Jian secretly winked at Fang Jifan.

Suddenly, Fang Jifan felt enlightened. It turned out that the prodigal son in the past was still watching people play the disc. Could it be that he thought these uncles were not easy to mess with? So... your uncle, it turned out that guy... wasn't stupid.

Fang Jifan no longer hesitated and bowed obediently: "I have met you uncles."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed: "I'm getting more and more polite. What a good kid. Everyone outside says you... Well... Of course, this is all rumor. I don't believe it. These bitches are raised and throw dirty water on the Fang family. When I go back, I pick up a knife and chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

"..." Fang Jifan's face was very stiff. They were really 'free and unrestrained'. No wonder the prodigal son in the past was like a quail when he saw them.

The uncles and uncles had met each other, after the New Year's Eve dinner, countless lights and decorations were lit up and down the mansion. Some young servants were lying in the lobby, hoping that Young Master Fang would set off fireworks.

Fang Jifan saluted to the uncles at the table: "Go and set off fireworks for juniors."

The uncles were mostly drunk, and they were talking about how they killed people back then, but they were still vivid, just like ghost stories, which made Fang Jifan feel creepy.

Fang Jinglong was drunk, shaking, and repeatedly said, "I'm so happy... I told you, I'm good at teaching my children... You go out and ask... My ancestral tomb is also well buried, auspicious land, don't you know, a few days ago, my old Fang went to worship his ancestors, and he saw from afar that there was a cemetery of his ancestors suddenly. Jifan, Jifan, take your golden belt to show you, Oh, go set off fireworks? Go for your father."

He swayed and let others support him and followed him out.

Fang Jifan asked a few excited young servants to carry fireworks.

Looking at the fireworks half a box, many people were shocked.

There were fireworks in the Ming Dynasty, but...most of them were short and powerless, so there was no comparison between the fireworks made by Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan crossed his hands and laughed: "Today I will teach this capital that there is no color."

Fang Jinglong walked up curiously, looked at the fireworks, and woke up halfway through the wine. He couldn't help but say, "Jifan, there won't be any accident, why is my right eye twitching?"

“…”

Fang Jifan said: "Everyone retreats, everyone retreats, little Deng Deng."

Deng Jian said with a smile: "The little one is here."

“Go and light the fire.”

"oh……"

Deng Jian blew the fire note and walked forward with a smile. When he looked back, he saw that the people who had just surrounded the boss had been dodged cleanly. Even Fang Jinglong staggered to more than ten meters away. There was also... Young Master... Young Master, why are you doing so far? Why are you lying down?

Deng Jian suddenly trembled and shouted to Fang Jifan, who was a little unconfident, "Young Master, there will be no accident."

"No, no, fuse it quickly!" Fang Jifan also yelled and responded. He seemed to feel a little uneasy. Fang Jifan ran dozens of steps back and arrived in front of the courtyard to stop. As soon as he drilled, he hid behind the big locust tree and exposed half of his head: "Hurry up, it's very safe, the young master's personality guarantee!"

Deng Jian suddenly wanted to cry: "But Master, I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid!" Fang Jifan cheered him up: "I can't die!"

"Oh!" Deng Jian had to tremble with Pigu, but his hands were still a little shaking, and the fire broke into pieces. He finally aimed at the lead wire, and then he heard a sizzling sound, sparks flew around. Deng Jian ran away like crazy. There was a loud bang behind him. Suddenly, the doors and windows of the Fang family trembled.
Chapter completed!