After Mr. Chen finished his report, he looked at Fang Zheng eagerly, as if he wanted to get a few words of praise from the young Mr. Fang, and it was not a waste of time to go there himself.

Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.

The assassination incident has not yet been clarified, but now we finally have some clues. It is not supposed to be done by Pan Shangshu. Everyone in the civil and military circles of the dynasty knew that they were not on good terms with him. If he dared to secretly do this in public,

It would be too arrogant to use a killer. Pan Shangshu is an old man who has been in the court for decades, and it is unlikely that he would make such a stupid move. But after thinking about it, I really didn’t offend anyone other than Pan Shangshu.

Someone else.

Prince? Why would he want to kill me if I didn't recruit him or provoke him? Your Majesty? It's even more impossible. This young master is about to become his son-in-law. How can a father-in-law kill his own son-in-law?

Rubbing his sore temples, Fang Zheng sighed. It would be great if he could not be such a shabby official. He could make some money in peace, get a few beautiful wives, and live a comfortable life as a playboy. How could there be so much?

Worrying?

When Mr. Chen saw Fang Zheng shaking his head and sighing for a while, and frowning for a while, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Could it be that I didn't flatter him well enough and slapped him on the horse's leg? Or is there some secret inside story about the assassination that is not known to outsiders?

If that's the case, I'm really cheating on myself.

"Master Fang, Master Fang!"

Fang Zheng was brought back to his senses: "Hmm, ah? What are you doing?"

Mr. Chen carefully probed: "Mr. Fang, should we continue to investigate this matter, or should we stop here? Make up your mind and lower the rank... Well, I will just do as I am told."

"Check! Of course we must check! Otherwise, wouldn't this young master be killed in vain? We must dig deep into the root of the crime!"

Thinking of the knife in the butt, Fang Zheng became very angry, causing himself to waste a lot of words on Yanran and Xiaolu. He told them earnestly that scars are men's medals, no matter where they are hung, they are all medals.

! Yanran and Xiaolu laughed happily, not knowing whether they believed his nonsense...

"Master Fang, please rest assured. I will go back and order the police to investigate the case thoroughly. They will find out the case in the shortest possible time." Master Chen finally felt relieved when Fang Zheng gave clear instructions and hurriedly patted his chest and promised.

Of course, if the case involves some big shots who cannot be offended, Mr. Chen's so-called "minimum time" may be extended indefinitely. Mixing in officialdom and playing both sides is the safest way.

Fang Zheng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Mr. Chen. I am really grateful. There are too few serious and responsible officials like Mr. Chen in the world. I have to talk to the emperor later, so that the emperor can treat you well."

good impression."

Mr. Chen was very happy when he heard this. Because the son of Minister Liu of the Ministry of Revenue was beaten a few days ago, the emperor was furious in the Jinluan Palace. He cursed him, the governor in charge of public security in the capital, and even demoted him one level.

. He was so scared that he was shaking every day and couldn't even sleep well. Fang Zheng was a popular person in front of the emperor. If Fang Zheng was willing to say a few nice words for him in front of the emperor, the black gauze hat on his head would probably be saved.

Gotta live with it.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang, thank you so much! I can't thank you enough!" The fourth-grade official in the capital began to call himself "Xiaguan" to the fifth-grade idle official. He said it very naturally and appropriately, as if in front of Fang Zheng, he was the real one.

There is nothing awkward about "lowering official position".

After a while of singing praises, Fang Zheng sent Mr. Chen out of the door. Of course, Mr. Chen's little "meaning", after Fang Zheng pretended to evade it, he still accepted it with great kindness.

After returning to the small courtyard, Fang Zheng kept mumbling the name "Nuanchun Pavilion". Mr. Chen said that the information came from this green house. Although his detectives were better at handling cases than him, they were the victims.

Fang Zheng knew clearly that this matter must involve an official in the court, or even a higher-level powerful person. Even if Mr. Chen's men found something, they probably wouldn't dare to publicize it. They would probably stop after a certain level of investigation.

Well, to find out the truth, you have to rely on yourself. Therefore, it is better to ask for help from others than to ask for yourself...

Having made up his mind, Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky. It was the time to hold the lanterns, the moon was rising, and the lights of thousands of households were like stars. It was a good time to lean on the red and green trees and sleep among the flowers.

After returning to his room and changing his clothes, Fang Zheng took his killer brother Shi Shiran out and went straight to Nuanchun Pavilion.

"Hey, Brother Killer, if something happens today, you have to protect me. The place we go may not be safe..." Fang Zheng has confidence in Brother Killer's martial arts, but not his character, so

Let's talk first on the way. If it happens again that the employer and the killer run away at the same time, Fang Zheng will really go crazy.

"Is there someone there who wants to kill you?" The killer brother frowned.

Fang Zheng said with a smile: "There are people over there who are planning to kill me."

The killer brother glanced at him with a frown, unable to tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

On the road, a little kid of five or six years old skipped towards Fang Zheng. The kid was holding a little candy figure in his hand. The kid would stick out his tongue and lick it from time to time. He looked extremely happy.

"Hey, it seems like I haven't eaten candy figures for a long time." Fang Zheng looked at the little kid with envy, a bit of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. In his previous life, there was a small stall making candy figures diagonally across from his home. Fang Zheng

When I was a kid, I loved to go there. I watched curiously as the candy maker used his skillful hands to magically make any character or animal out of a spoonful of hot sugar, and made it lifelike and lifelike. After so many years, there has been no such thing.

Let’s taste the candy again...

After calming down, Fang Zheng shouted in a deep voice to the little kid walking towards him: "Hey, kid! Stop!"

When the little kid heard this, he immediately stopped and looked at Fang Zheng timidly, with a confused face and a bit at a loss.

Fang Zheng showed an evil smile to the little kid. Without any explanation, he snatched the candy man from the little kid's hand. Under the shocked and disbelieving gaze of the little kid, Fang Zheng licked the candy man calmly.

Well, it tastes pretty good.

After waving to the little kid, Fang Zheng said grandly: "You can go." After saying that, Fang Zheng licked the candy man and continued walking forward, ignoring the heartbroken cry of the little kid behind him.

The killer brother frowned, murmured his lips a few times, and wanted to say something, but finally did not say anything. However, he intentionally or unintentionally took a few steps away from Fang Zheng, as if walking with such a shameless person, he felt a little embarrassed, and at the same time

The look he looked at Fang Zheng was also full of contempt...

Fang Zheng smiled proudly and bullied children. What's wrong? Master, when I was bullied by the little princess, which of you sympathized with me? Even though you despise me, there are so many people who despise me, who do you think you are?

Nuanchun Pavilion is not too far from Fang Mansion. When Fang Zheng licked the candy man on his hand clean, the two of them had already arrived at the door of Nuanchun Pavilion.

Nuanchun Pavilion is not small in scale, with three floors high and covering an area of ​​several hundred feet. During the lantern lighting time, it is the time to open the door for business. Two red lanterns were hung at the door early, and the turtle man standing half-hunched to welcome the guests

At the door, his face was filled with professional smiles.

Seeing Fang Zheng, Mr. Gui's face lit up with joy. He took a few steps forward and said with a flattering smile, "Isn't this Master Fang? You haven't been here for more than half a year. Please come in quickly..."

Fang Zheng was stunned, put away the folding fan he was playing with, pointed at his nose and asked: "Do you know me?"

Turtle Gong smiled and said: "Look what you said, you used to be a frequent visitor to our Nuanchun Pavilion. Do you remember? One time you got drunk here and said that you wanted to buy all the girls in Nuanchun Pavilion. You

From now on, you will live here and not go out. Let all the girls take turns to serve you. As expected of the young master of the Fang family, what he said is really grand..."

When Fang Zheng heard this, he immediately understood that the Turtle Gong was not talking about him, but his predecessor, the good-for-nothing prodigal Fang Taisui...

Tsk tsk, that boy used to be quite romantic. He lived in Qingli and never went out, letting the girls take turns to serve him. This is probably the dream of all men? But what I am better than him, young master, is that what he said means a lot to me.

, is no longer a dream. After careful calculation, I took advantage of the crackdown on pornography some time ago and took the opportunity to buy several prostitutes with no official background. Now I am the owner of several prostitutes in the chain, and I have already wanted to find a girl to accompany me.

No more words.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel proud. His friend became an official and became rich. He also found several good wives, including a princess. How could someone with no skills do this?

"Master Fang, have I heard that you are an official?" Duke Gui asked cautiously. When Fang Zheng nodded, Duke Gui hurriedly bowed to Fang Zheng and said, "I wish you a happy birthday! It turns out that the one who gave advice to the imperial court and fought with the Turks

You are really the chief negotiator, oh, you are really amazing!"

Fang Zheng smiled proudly: "Hahahahaha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I have to keep what I said before. I will buy your Nuanchun Pavilion as well tomorrow, and then let your shopkeeper be the turtle master. Come on.

Be the shopkeeper..."

Turtle Master was so frightened that he trembled all over and said with a grimace: "Master Fang, please don't harm me. If the shopkeeper hears this, I will be dead..."

"You're so worthless! A driver who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good tailor, haven't you heard this saying?" Fang Zheng despised the unambitious Mr. Turtle.

Gui Gong flattered all the way and introduced Fang Zheng and the killer brother through the door. Fang Zheng looked up and saw that the lobby was empty. Thanks to Liu Shilang, business has been much deserted these days.

After getting up, Mr. Gui invited the two of them into the private room, then he bent down and said with a smile: "Master Fang, are you going to ask some girls to serve you two drinks today, or are you going to ask the oiran lady to come in and sing a little tune for you?"

There are oirans everywhere. Fang Zheng couldn't help but think of Yanran. Is there a bitter memory behind all oirans?

Fang Zheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't call the girl first, just give me a table of food and drinks, and then you'll have nothing to do." After saying that, he took out a one hundred tael silver note and slapped it on the table. Mr. Gui took it.

After passing the banknote, I burst out laughing at the sight, nodded hurriedly and went to make arrangements.

Fang Zheng and the killer brother were sitting in the private room. The killer brother stood still and drank tea with an expressionless face.

Fang Zheng rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Killer, would you like to ask a girl to come in and accompany you?"

"don't want."

"You've never been close to a woman?" Fang Zheng was a little curious about the killer's past.

The killer took a sip of tea and ignored him.

Fang Zheng begged: "Tell me, hey, if you have never been close to a woman, what should you do if you need it?" This topic is very taboo, and even in a modern society like the previous life, people were too embarrassed to answer it.

Brother Killer had a straight face and said coldly: "No, I only practice martial arts."

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes at the killer. This guy, I really don’t know if he is practicing the Sunflower Book. Well, the more I think about it, the more likely it is that only eunuchs only love money and not beautiful women...

After the food and wine were prepared, Mr. Turtle withdrew with a flattering smile on his face.

"Hey, brother assassin, you sit here and eat. I'll go out for a while. If there's any danger, I'll shout loudly and you have to come and save me." Fang Zheng raised his legs and left. He wanted to go around and interact with the assassin.

Is there any connection between them, or is it just a coincidence that the assassin chose Nuanchun Pavilion to discuss matters?

"Wait a minute." The killer held the dish and ate with his head down. When Fang Zheng turned around, the killer pointed at the food and wine on the table with his chopsticks and asked calmly: "Have you paid for all of this?".

"…………"

After leaving the private room, Fang Zheng walked around waving the folding fan. After traveling for so long, he finally knew how to dress to show his temperament. When he went out, he deliberately dressed himself up like a handsome young man, noble but elegant.

He doesn't show off his appearance, and although the accessories he wears are inconspicuous, he can still tell that he is extraordinary and expensive. Young Master Fang is not bad in appearance, so dressed like this, he has attracted the admiring eyes of many kiln sisters. There is a saying

As the saying goes, it makes sense. Madams love money, and sisters love beauty. What’s more, this handsome young man looks like a rich man. How can you not make people feel happy?…

Fang Zheng was like a proud big rooster, walking in the Nuanchun Pavilion with a square step that he thought was free and unrestrained, waving to the girls passing by from time to time. The girls couldn't help but see this young and rich young man's lust.
To be continued...