After the two sat down, they chatted in the front hall for a while, and then slowly got to the point. Wei Chengde intentionally or unintentionally picked up some relatively sensitive topics to test Fang Zheng's attitude. For example, should the policy towards the Turks be peace or war?

, with civil unrest happening all over the world today, should the court review itself in terms of policies or official systems, should the government increase punishment for corrupt officials, etc.

Young Master Fang is good at everything, but he is a bit short-sighted. When he saw a dignified second-rank official from the imperial court personally visiting his residence, and taking the initiative to ask his opinion on national affairs, he suddenly felt as heroic as "a scholar will die for his bosom friend"

Feelings of affection arose spontaneously. Although the gift from his close friend was really shabby, it did not affect his enthusiasm to show off his knowledge.

Fang Zheng immediately brought out some advanced theories of governing the country and the army in his previous life, compared them with some of today's government affairs, explained the advantages and disadvantages, and analyzed the pros and cons. He really talked about everything he knew. Wei Chengde's face turned pale with excitement and surprise.

His eyebrows kept twitching, and when Fang Zheng said something wonderful, the old man even high-fived him heartily.

In fact, these topics raised by Wei Chengde are very serious. Ordinarily, no one would dare to discuss the government affairs and privately criticize the shortcomings of various policies of the court. If this was leaked by someone with intentions, it would be considered a minor matter to lose the official position.

If it doesn't work well, I lose my head.

But Wei Chengde dared. The old man had been upright all his life. Now he was in his sixties and had nothing to be afraid of. Fang Zheng was a new recruit with no official experience, and he was even more ignorant. When the old man asked, he had nothing to fear.

Fang Zheng was thoughtful, but he was showing off when he answered. The two hit it off immediately, and their chat was quite speculative.

Of course, too much talk leads to mistakes, and Fang Zheng also revealed some of his true nature in his words, such as loving money, loving beautiful women, not caring about the life and death of the people, not caring about the country, the country, and the country, etc. Wei Chengde sometimes listened with admiration, and sometimes he was filled with admiration.

Frowning lightly, he didn't understand. This person should have great wisdom if he could put forward good suggestions that would benefit the country and the people, but why was he so philistine and snobbish? It was as if the purpose of making these suggestions was for his personal gain.

.What kind of person is this guy?

"Master Fang has accomplished such extraordinary feats at such a young age. To put it bluntly, I originally thought that you relied entirely on luck and got in by mistake. But after having a long conversation with Master Fang today, I finally found out.

With such a great reputation, he is indeed a true scholar, and I have learned a lesson today. Haha, if Mr. Fang has always been determined to serve the country with fists and fists, his future will be limitless." Wei Chengde stroked his long beard and chuckled thoughtfully.

"Master Wei, thank you very much. I just talked nonsense and thought it was just chatting. Master Wei, just listen to it and don't take it seriously." Fang Zheng acted very modestly at this time, and there was still a little bit of humility hidden in it.

Little pride. - My brother is actually quite talented. As for why he couldn't even find a job to make a living in his previous life, it was just that his talents were covered in dust and his talents were not recognized.

Wei Chengde secretly laughed in his heart: This boy is still too young, chatting? Haha, the civil and military officials in the dynasty are all waiting to see who dares to "chat" like this.

Until now, the old man is still thinking about Fang Zheng. According to his observation, this boy should not be a bad person, but he cannot be said to be a good person. To give a simple example, if there is a court in heaven, the two camps of loyal ministers and treacherous ministers suddenly appear in the Jinluan Palace.

When a fight broke out, this guy was definitely the kind of person who would just sit back and watch. He might even try his best to steal a jade pendant from a certain minister, snatch some pearls from his official hat, etc. As for the people who were stolen and robbed.

Whether he is loyal or traitorous, this kid must not care. After stealing and robbing, this kid will even come out to start a fight, playing tricks on both sides, and trying to please both sides.

This kind of person is a smart person, and he is also the person who lives the longest. No matter what changes happen in the court, it will not affect him. And whether he is loyal or traitor, he will not take him too seriously, but he cannot completely

Ignore him.

After thinking for a long time, Wei Chengde smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had lived so long in vain. The young man in front of him could not give an accurate definition of him. The words loyalty and traitor were too pale, and this boy seemed to be completely out of the two.

Apart from the words, maybe he is a traitor hidden in his loyalty? Or maybe he is loyal in his traitor?......He has a headache.

Wei Chengde staggered away in the end. As for Fang Zheng's loyalty and treachery, he didn't know the reason before leaving. He felt that he came today in vain, but it didn't seem that he came in vain...

"Xiao Wu, the young master has given you these two things." After Wei Chengde left, Fang Zheng turned around and gave the shabby gifts he sent to Xiao Wu: "This is the minister of the Ministry of War, and a second-rank official gave it to the young master.

My, look, how kind the young master is to you.".

Xiao Wu was excited as he held the gift: "Bing... Minister of the Ministry of War? It's from a second... second-rank official? Young Master, are you really giving it to this villain?"

"Of course, we share the blessings and the hardships. Master, you must also share in the gifts I receive." Fang Zheng lost no time in inviting people's hearts.

"Thank you, Master! From now on, I will go through life and death for the Master, go through fire and water, be on the front and back of the horse, and swear allegiance to the death..." Xiao Wuluo expressed his loyalty in a long-winded way. Since he became a high-class student companion, this kid has become very talented in literature and flattering.

Come one after another, and actually use a lot of idioms.

But compared to Mr. Fang's flattery and poetry, Xiao Wu is still inferior.

"Okay, pick up your things and go back to your room and take your time." Fang Zheng said as he walked out.

"Master, where are you going? Your injury has not healed yet. Xiao Wu is waiting for you..."

"Uh... I'm going to a distant and mysterious place. Well, it's a court secret. I can't bring my entourage..."

The distant and mysterious place is at Huapailou, Master Fang's villa.

I haven't seen Yanran for a few days, and Fang Zheng misses her a little. Since becoming an official, Fang Zheng feels that he has become busy, busy with some irrelevant and unproductive things, and he feels like he is blindfolded.

He was pulling and grinding like a donkey, and there was an invisible whip behind him that kept beating him. This made Fang Zheng very repulsive.

So he wanted Yanran. He liked Yanran's affectionate eyes, looking at him affectionately and intently, talking to him, drinking with him. If possible, Fang Zheng also wanted Yanran to accompany him... so what.

If you miss her, go find her. Young Master Fang's resistance to beauty has always been very low.

The house remained as before, and the servants all performed their duties. When the master of the house arrived, they all saluted and said hello to Fang Zheng.

Entering the inner courtyard, Fang Zheng saw the maid Ju'er. Ju'er was flapping butterflies in the garden. The little girl was only twelve years old, and she was at the age where she liked to play.

Seeing Ju'er clumsily being tossed around by the butterflies, Fang Zheng frowned. Fang Zheng didn't care whether he was successful in his studies or career, but if he couldn't even play professionally, what else could this person have?

future?

"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" Fang Zheng began to correct Ju'er's mistake: "Is there anyone who pounces on butterflies like you? You can't catch even one for years and years, stupid!"

Ju'er didn't even look back: "You care about me! Girl, I'm happy!"

After a pause, Ju'er felt something was wrong. How could there be a man's voice in the inner courtyard? Looking back, Ju'er saw Fang Zheng.

Quietly sticking out her tongue, Ju'er bowed and stood aside obediently.

Fang Zheng said proudly: "I can't peek at the beauty taking a bath, and you can't flutter at butterflies. Little girl, watch carefully. Brother, I'll teach you how to flutter at butterflies."

Ju'er covered her mouth and snickered.

Fang Zheng found a thin iron bar, bent it into a circle, and tied it to a long bamboo pole. Then he carried the bamboo pole around the world to find spider webs, and coiled the spider webs in the iron circle. After a while,

Son, there was a thick layer of netting accumulated in the iron circle. Fang Zheng was busy working and chattering: "Look at you, how do you keep clean? How come no one pays attention to cleaning these nooks and crannies? They are so dirty. In the future,

If you keep doing this, young master, I will deduct your salary..."

Ju'er stared at Fang Zheng's movements from the side, her big eyes full of surprise, but she automatically ignored Fang Zheng's nagging.

Fang Zheng held the bamboo pole and nodded with satisfaction, waving his hand: "Let's see how the young master swats butterflies and learn from me!"

Ju'er was so happy that she clapped her little hands and followed behind Fang Zheng.

With the net, the butterfly hunting operation was obviously much more efficient. After a while, the butterflies in the garden had basically disappeared. Ju'er was holding a cloth bag in her hand, and all the butterflies were inside. She shouted behind Fang Zheng,

His little face turned red with excitement. Young Master Fang was even more proud of himself - I, a time traveler, had finally come up with an invention that was beyond the times. Look, how easy it is to use.

Fang Zheng looked around, smacking his lips with unfinished thoughts, turning his head to Ju'er and spreading his hands regretfully: "No more..."

Ju'er happily pointed to the front yard: "There is also a garden there..."

Fang Zheng looked even happier than Ju'er when he heard this: "Let's go! Catch them all and bring them to justice!"

A coquettish voice came from behind: "Master, you finally came here just to catch butterflies?"

"Ah?" Fang Zheng turned around in shock and saw Yanran wearing a pink dress and staring at him with anger in her eyes.

Fang Zheng patted his forehead, yes, I'm here to meet a beautiful lady, but if this beautiful lady doesn't know how to fall in love, why are she fluttering butterflies? Why do I always do such inconspicuous things?

Fang Zheng pretended to be dumbfounded and said: "Hey, of course I came here specifically to see you... Huh? Why is there a bamboo pole in my hand? Who, who put it in my hand?"

Staring at Ju'er: "Tell me, is it you?"

Ignoring Ju'er's glare, Fang Zheng threw the bamboo pole to her: "Go, go to the front and play by yourself. When you're done playing, release the butterflies. They are beneficial insects, don't harm them, you know?"

Yanran glared at Fang Zheng and poked Fang Zheng's head bitterly: "Pretend, just pretend! You heartless guy, you haven't come to see me for so long, but when you come here, you are busy catching butterflies. Butterflies are for you to mess with."

is you?"

Yanran poked her head skillfully, as if she had learned from my mother. Fang Zheng smiled dryly and said: "I've been a little busy lately... No, I'll come see you when I have time. How are you doing lately? It's pretty good. Have you eaten...

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Yanran chuckled: "You are like this. You haven't come to see the slave family for so long. Tell me, do you still have the slave family in your heart?"

Fang Zheng said affectionately: "Of course you are. Every night I dream and call your name: Yanran, Yanran... If you don't believe it, you will know after sleeping with me."

Yan Ran blushed and spat: "Go! You can dream on your own, you are not serious."

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I'm really sorry, I deserve to die! I just wanted to take a nap and set the alarm clock, but I didn't wake up when the alarm clock went off. I didn't wake up until now. How about you, your emperors, punish me with ten strokes of the imperial staff?
Chapter completed!