With a sick leave note in his heart, Fang Zheng returned to the mansion. Lying on the bed, his mind began to think about what way to hand over the sick leave note tomorrow? Since it is a patient, he should act like a patient. It is definitely inappropriate to be as a dragon horse as he is now. Maybe he is dying tomorrow and then asks the two guards to carry the young master to the Golden Palace? But... isn't this kind of practice too formal?

Or another way, tomorrow I will give a passionate patriotic speech in front of the emperor and the ministers in the Golden Palace. Then as I was speaking, my young master suddenly spit out his blood, shook his body a few more times, clenched his fists and fought against the disease. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell heroically on the hot land of the Golden Palace where I had fought. Before carrying it away, he took out a sick leave note and handed it to the emperor, asking him to sign a letter...

After thinking about several solutions, Fang Zheng was not very satisfied. As he thought about it, Fang Zheng fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was almost time to hold the lights. Fang Zheng found that he was covered with a thin quilt. He looked around and saw food on the Eight Immortals table. Under the oil lamp next to the table, a petite and slender figure was dozing off with his little head on his right hand.

Fang Zheng quietly lifted the quilt and walked over. He looked at Xiao Lu who was sleeping lovingly. This girl felt so sad. She didn't say that she was lazy and was always worried about her mother's safety. At a young age, how did she survive? The spies in Xingqing's army still had no news. Although Xiao Lu didn't ask, Fang Zheng knew that she was anxious.

With his hands stretched out, Fang Zheng gently picked up Xiao Lu who was sleeping and walked towards the bed.

Xiao Lu slept very lightly. When she noticed the movement, she woke up immediately. She was shocked when she felt the masculine aura of the person holding her. How could anyone hug her in ancient times be allowed to be held casually? Xiao Lu swung her legs without even opening her eyes, broke free from Fang Zheng's arms, stood on the ground, and then she had a beautiful "dragon swing her tail" and kicked Fang Zheng's stomach...

It sounds slow, but in fact these are just a blink of an eye. Fang Zheng was holding a beautiful woman with a warm and soft jade in his hand one second, and then he felt a lighter in his hand the next second. Then he saw the surrounding scenery quickly retreating backwards. He was like a sugar cane that was broken in the waist, forming a sharp angular shape. He stopped until his back hit the wall. Then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, just like Sun Wukong swinging in the belly of Princess Iron Fan. He was having fun and even tied a beautiful and attractive bow to his intestines...

"Ah——" Fang Zheng screamed, bent over and covered his stomach, his face pale and cold sweat broke out.

"Ah--" Xiao Lu also screamed and rushed forward to support Fang Zheng: "Young Master, why is it you?"

Fang Zheng was so painful that he couldn't speak, and only one thought flashed through his mind: "That sick leave note... was opened wrong..."

Xiaolu was so anxious that she burst into tears. She kept rubbing Fang Zheng’s stomach and said repeatedly: “I’m sorry, sorry, young master, Xiaolu doesn’t know it’s you…”

Fang Zheng forced out an ugly smile and gritted his teeth to comfort her: "It's okay... Xiaolu, the young master is a strong man, this little strength is nothing..."

After several times, China and abroad, where can I find a young master as unlucky as me?

Xiaolu explained uneasyly: "Young master, Xiaolu fell asleep, and she thought... she thought someone wanted to... be frivolous to me, so..."

A bloody lesson! In the future, if you want to hug a woman, don’t hug a woman with martial arts. Even if you want to hug a woman with martial arts, don’t hug her while she is asleep. This behavior is not much smarter than touching a tiger’s butt.

After resting for a while, I finally recovered. Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, the young master just saw you asleep and was worried that you would catch a cold, so he wanted to carry you to the bed to sleep. My motive is very pure..."

Xiao Lu blushed and lowered her head and said softly: "Xiao Lu understands, young master, Xiao Lu won't kick you again next time."

Fang Zheng's stomach was rubbed by Xiao Lu for a while and it stopped hurting. I wonder if Xiao Lu was using his internal strength to help him heal his wounds. Since it didn't hurt anymore, Master Fang's slick-mouthed virtue began to look up again: "What are you waiting for next time? Just this time, come, let the master hug you well... You are not allowed to do anything, you can't move your feet."

After saying that, he opened his hands and waited for Xiao Lu with a smile.

Xiaolu's pretty face turned red, she looked at Fang Zheng with affection, then turned her body shyly and left...

Fang Zheng's smile froze on his face. Seeing that Xiao Lu's figure had disappeared outside the door, he had to put down his hands in disappointment.

This girl has a knot in her heart. She probably won’t talk about men and women before she finds her mother.

After dinner, Fang Zheng ordered people to move the Eight Immortals table and chairs to the middle of the yard. There were a few plates of fruits and snacks on the table, and then a pot of wine, raising a glass to invite the moon. It was so pleasant.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there are no air conditioners or electric fans in this era. Only a hint of coolness seems to be felt next to the patio in the yard.

Fang Zhengzi took a sip of wine, put down his glass, and sighed.

I always feel like I am getting busier and busier, but I don’t know what I’m busy with. Just like a popular saying in my previous life: “I’m not busy well, I’m busy.”

Isn’t I just busy with my own efforts? What is the purpose of suffering and suffering? For the country and the people? Fang Zheng smiled bitterly. His head was too small to be able to wear such a big hat. In order to win his wife and children, he is now an earl. He will give birth to a son in the future. No matter where he grows up, the earl’s name will never embarrass him. For the sake of wealth? It seems that he already has this.

This is enough? A man was born in this world, with fame and fortune, so what else can he do? Power and status are all passing by, and there is no trace in a flash. Only timely enjoyment is the most important thing.

Just treat it as fulfilling your promise to the fat man, and be an official for two years and make more or less contributions. You will have an explanation to the fat man, the emperor, and parents, and then your buddies will retire and take their wives out for a trip.

—— Speaking of wives, alas, the number is too small. I haven’t done enough for a drink, so I’m fined a drink.

After drinking another drink, Master Fang shook his head and was about to recite a few erotic poems and tempt the loli Xiaolu who was serving the marquis beside him, suddenly a hearty laughter came: "Drinking alone under the moon, serving wine with red sleeves, Brother Fang is indeed a Fengliu Shishi, haha."

When I looked closely, I found it was a fat man.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Why are you here so late? Is your wife not allowed you to come to Chang, so she plans to come to me for a night?"

The fat man smiled and said, "The beauty is by my side, Brother Fang, don't be abrupt."

Xiao Lu, who was beside him, had already prayed to the fat man, and the fat man hurriedly reached out to help him.

"Fatty, is there anything wrong with coming so late?"

The fat man sat down and stuffed the snacks on the table into his mouth without hesitation, and said while eating: "I saw you drinking alone, and I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I came to accompany you and brought you a guest."

Fang Zheng said in confusion: "Who is it? Is it your sister who is mysterious? "

The fat man smiled and said, "If my sister comes, can you still be so quiet here?"

As he said that, the fat man shouted to the shadow outside the yard: "Come out, great hero."

In the shadow outside the courtyard, a burly and tall figure flashed out. When he approached, he saw that the man was wearing a steel helmet with mottled armor and his armor was covered with rust or blood.

It was too dark, and Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked hard for a long time but couldn't see the person's appearance clearly. However, the person he knew in armor seemed to be no one else except Feng Qiudao.

Fang Zheng shouted uncertainly: "Brother Feng?"

The man strode towards Fang Zheng when he heard this. Under the faint light of the lantern, Fang Zheng finally saw the person's appearance clearly.

"It's indeed Brother Feng! Haha!" Fang Zheng rushed forward with joy, regardless of Feng Qiudao, bowed his fists to him, grabbed his right hand, held it hard, and shook it constantly: "Brother Feng!... Have you brought me the specialties back?"

Feng Qiudao and Fatty were smiling, but when they heard this, their smiles froze on their faces. - This guy is already an official and a title, why is it still so uncontrollable?

When Fang Zheng saw the expressions of the two, he couldn't help but shook his head regretfully. The ancient people's sense of humor seemed to be very lacking.

Feng Qiudao has not been seen for a few months. He has lost weight. He was a young and handsome young general. Now he looks much more vicissitudes and darker, as if he is a teenager. However, his eyes are sharper than before, and the light in his eyes is like a sharp sword unsheathed, which makes people dare not look directly at.

Fang Zheng looked at him and said in a serious tone: "Brother Feng, you have lost weight and are much darker than before. - Next time you go on the battle, remember to take good care of your skin. Recently, Ruyuzhai has released a new sunscreen product, which is very useful to men. I will give you a few boxes of them another day..."

“…………”

The fat man and Feng Qiudao looked at each other and smiled bitterly in their hearts. When will this guy become more serious?

"Master Fang..." Seeing Fang Zheng staring at him, Feng Qiudao changed his words awkwardly: "Brother Fang... Brother, Feng led his army back to the capital tonight. Brothers who have just settled down, but His Highness Fu must take me to your place. Haha, it's really annoying to be so late."

"Brother Feng came to my house as soon as he returned to the capital. He respected me, how could he bother me?"

Feng Qiudao smiled and said, "Feng has been away from the capital for a long time. When he comes back, he hears His Highness Fu say that Brother Fang has entered the court as an official. Haha, it is really gratifying."

Fang Zheng said: "Where is it, I have entrusted Brother Feng with the blessing. If you lose the chain on the grassland, my life will be difficult to protect in the capital. Speaking of which, this is all the credit of Brother Feng."

The fat man curled his lips and said, "Don't keep praising each other, is it disgusting? Brother Fang, why don't you bring wine when the guest is here? We have to wash General Feng."

Fang Zheng was shocked to realize his sluggishness and hurriedly ordered someone to move a few jars of good wine hidden in the cellar of his father, and ordered the kitchen to make a few side dishes. So the three of them started drinking together in the yard.

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