Shangshu Pan was busy plotting to rebel, but Fang Zheng was busy getting married and did not interfere with each other.

After returning from the west of the city, Fang Zheng told his parents about the marriage. Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang were so happy that they burst into tears. They remembered that the Minister of Rites would come to the door in person in a few days and discuss the marriage with the two elders of the Fang family. This matter should not be careless.

So Mr. Fang ordered all the servants of the mansion to stop their work and focus all their energy on welcoming the envoy of the Emperor.

The Minister of Rites came to propose marriage. To put it more, it was a kind of favor from the court's other family. To put it less, the head of the Ministry of Rites acted as a matchmaker between the royal family and the Fang family, and it was also a great honor for the Fang family, a merchant family. Although the official imperial edict of the emperor to give marriage to the Fang family has not been released yet, this is a 100% certain thing. What a glorious thing for the emperor to give marriage to the emperor. In ancient times, when the class concept was deeply rooted, the royal family gave marriage to the merchant family, which had never been seen in the history of the Chinese dynasty.

So the servants of the Fang Mansion were happily busy for a whole night. The entire Fang Mansion was thoroughly cleaned up, then dressed in red and green. According to folk customs, they prepared peanuts, red dates, eggs and other items in advance. Mr. Fang even ordered people to set up two stages on the open space in the East Courtyard, and invited the most famous opera troupe and storyteller in the capital to stay in the Fang Mansion for a while, and provided delicious food and drink. As soon as the Minister of Rites arrived, they would make a grand debut and have a good time.

The servants were sweating profusely for the young master, but Fang Zheng was as leisurely as if he was fine. He wanted to find his future wife Changping to get a transfer. However, he ran to the fat man's palace but was told that Changping was taken into the palace and was confined. The emperor ordered that Changping was not allowed to run around before he got married, so as not to lose the royal face.

So with the feeling of loss and getting drunk with the fat man, Fang Zheng returned to the mansion, woke up, and hurriedly comforted Xiaolu.

Xiaolu seemed to be worried, and her eyes were filled with resentment when she looked at Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng felt that she was not a human being, so she had to keep telling jokes from her previous life to make her happy. She just smiled reluctantly, and couldn't tell how happy she was.

"Young Master, after you get married, will Your Highness the Princess drive Xiaolu out of this yard?" Xiaolu said quietly.

"She dares!" Fang Zheng glared: "If she dares to treat you badly, I will give her up! If you don't believe it, you can't cure her!"

Xiaolu looked around nervously, pressing her slender hand on Fang Zheng's mouth: "Young master, don't talk nonsense. If this is said, you will be in trouble!"

Fang Zheng sniffed with a smile, grabbed Xiaolu's hand, and then leaned in front of his nose and smelled it: "Xiaolu, you smell so good. Come on, the young master will help you check, what else does it smell on your body..."

Xiaolu's pretty face turned red and she wanted to take back her hand, but Fang Zheng held it tightly, but she couldn't take it back.

"Young Master, after you get married, will you only like Your Highness the Princess? Forgot Sister Yanran... and me?" Xiao Lu is not old and her favorite young master is about to get married. She is only worried that the young master will not like her in the future.

Fang Zheng pinched Xiaolu's nose and said lovingly: "Don't worry, the young master is not a heartless person. After getting married, we will still live here. Just like before, just one more person will live in. Well, after getting married, you have to bring Yanran in, everyone will live in harmony and happily, just like the ending of the story in the fairy tale..."

Xiaolu nodded happily: "Yes, yes, yes, just like the story told by the young master, the prince and the princess lived happily together in the end, everyone ate, played together, and…"

"Sleep together?" Fang Zheng shook his eyebrows at Xiao Lu.

"Ah?" Xiaolu's pretty face turned red again. She raised her head and quickly glanced at Fang Zheng, lowered her head, and whispered in a thin voice like a mosquito: "... After passing the door, I will regard my husband as the heaven. What does the husband say, how dare I object..."

Huh? It seems that there is great hope for the sleeping together with my wives! I will take Yanran in in the future and quickly take Sister Feng. My young master and four wives sleep in the same bed every day, and I will be so sexy that kind of life...

Fang Zheng looked forward for a long time and smiled terrified.

"Xiao Lu, if the young master works hard to find a few more sisters for you..." Fang Zheng asked excitedly.

"Bang!" Another fine porcelain cup was covered by Xiaolu's slender hands and turned into powder.

"Ahem...when I didn't say..."

It was already autumn, and people gradually felt the coolness. They swept away the heat of summer. Even the sunshine pouring from their heads was no longer as vicious as before, and turned into a delightful golden yellow.

Fang Zheng was responsible for the emperor's order and could not wait for the Minister of Rites to come at home every day, so Fang Zheng is now inspecting the construction site. Wen Sen bought a large piece of land outside the city and built it into a secret training base for shadows according to Fang Zheng's instructions. Now the land has been leveled and the masons are building a foundation building.

"Mr. Fang, as you told me, I will divide it into several large pieces, including training grounds, housing, canteens, office areas, etc. I wonder if I will be satisfied with this arrangement?" Wensen said with a flattering smile, with several shadowy old subordinates accompanying me next to me.

Fang Zheng looked around and smiled and said, "Yes, Old Wen, you have a strong ability to do things. No wonder the emperor recommended you to me. It seems that you are indeed a talent."

Wen Sen heard this and felt like drinking mellow wine. Every pore on his body was comfortable. He quickly bowed and said, "This is the result of Emperor Enhaodang and the frequent cultivation of the adults. His subordinates dare not take credit for it."

"Don't be humble. You can't escape the credit you deserve. You don't deserve the credit you deserve. Cough cough, as long as you are loyal to me, I will still snatch it and send it to you..." Fang Zheng didn't feel shameless about robbing credit.

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"By the way, didn't you ask you to stare at Xiao Huaiyuan last time? How about it? Did you find out some of your eyebrows?" Fang Zheng suddenly remembered this matter. Xiao Huaiyuan's identity was not clearly identified, and Fang Zheng always felt very upset.

As soon as Fang Zheng asked about this, Wen Sen's face collapsed, with shame and self-blame on his face: "Sir, I should die! I have let you down..."

Fang Zheng was a little surprised. What is Xiao Huaiyuan's background? Even the capable members of the shadow could not find out his background, and this person became increasingly difficult.

"It's okay, just check it slowly if you haven't found it. I don't blame you..." Fang Zheng patted Wen Sen's shoulder and comforted her. Although she was amateur, Fang Zheng also knew that it was not that easy to investigate a person's background. However, to Fang Zheng regretted that the last time Xiao Huaiyuan jumped into the river, the boy was not drowned, which was really regrettable...

Wensen lowered his head, as if he wanted to find a crack on the ground and crawl in: "Sir, I deserve to die. Not only did my brothers not find out, but he dumped me several times of stalking... I am ashamed!"

Fang Zheng opened his eyes wide in surprise: "All people are lost? Damn!"

This matter is too strange. Who are the people in the shadow organization? They are all experts in tracking and investigation. What's more, Wen Sen was their leader before, and he was even more a master among the masters. He was dumped by Xiao Huaiyuan himself. How capable is that guy?

Wensen was both ashamed and ashamed, his face turned red like Guan Gong. The shadow brothers next to him also felt dull on their faces. They touched their noses awkwardly, lowered their heads and said nothing.

Wen Sen seemed uneasy and defended: "...Sir, Xiao Huaiyuan was obviously like us. He had learned the technique of tracking and investigation. He had a very high alertness and concealment ability. Once a stranger approached, he quickly walked away. His subordinates followed several times, but he flashed into a complicated alley, and somehow there was no one there..."

Fang Zheng glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Do you think he is a ghost? Don't be close to someone else. According to your words, I have to find an acquaintance to follow him?"

Wensen nodded quickly and smiled, "What sir says is not bad..."

Fang Zheng said angrily: "Fuck! He is acquaintance with him, do you still need to follow him? You are a pig's brain!"

Wensen smiled in shame and hid while reflecting on it.

Fang Zheng calculated on the left and right, no! How could that boy named Xiao be so slippery and unable to catch him even if he was so vigilant. How could he continue to investigate this matter? But Fang Zheng couldn't let it go if he didn't check this person. Xiao Huaiyuan's origin is too questionable. He didn't believe it if he beat him to death. The person who was in charge of the prince's mansion would be so idle. He went to Qingting's Wushan **, and then ran to Shadow's secret house and slipped the door and picked the lock. He must have some ulterior secrets for doing these things...

"Sir! Look, there is a rabbit!" Wensen suddenly shouted.

Isn’t this guy bowing his head and ashamed? Why is he still having the time to discover a rabbit?

The land bought by Wensen was originally a suburb outside the city, with dense woods and grasslands. There were often some pheasants and hares running out to feed. Fang Zheng looked up and saw a fat and sturdy gray hare eating grass while looking around alertly, jumping from time to time...

The virtue of this hare is the same as that of Xiao Huaiyuan, and it looks annoying!

Fang Zheng was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves, and quietly approached it with his waist. - The young master will roast you and eat it today, just to take revenge on himself.

Wensen, who was beside him, quickly grabbed him, then handed over a pair of bows and arrows, and whispered excitedly: "Sir, shoot it! Shoot it!"

Why does this sound so awkward?

He glanced at the other subordinates and saw that they were staring at him with eager expectations. Fang Zheng's scalp tingled and he thought to himself: This matter is not going to end today.

After traveling through time for so long, Fang Zheng also knew that the requirements for scholars in ancient times were not just as simple as reading, but also had to understand six arts, namely "ritual, music, shooting, imperial, book, and counting". In other words, in addition to reading, they also had to understand etiquette, dance, shoot archery, rush big carts, write beautifully, run grocery shops, don't make the wrong money for customers, etc. These are the most basic skills that ancient people should have - in fact, it was not easy for ancient men.

Fang Zheng was young and ranked fifth-ranked, and became the head boss of the shadows. In my subordinates, this young adult must be a capable person. How could a capable person not shoot arrows? So Wensen handed Fang Zheng a bow and arrow, and the purpose was not to deliberately make Fang Zheng look ugly. Wensen believed that for archery, Master Fang, who is capable, would definitely be sure to win. He just waited to applaud and flatter him later.

With the expectant and admiring eyes of their subordinates, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and took the bow and arrow pouch and looked at it carefully.

This thing shouldn't be difficult? I often see ancient people shooting arrows without aiming, and shooting out one by one. The hero Guo, who shot the eagle, was even more exaggerated. He even jumped up and turned around in the air and shot the eagle with a 180-degree backhand. Such a nonsense and difficult posture actually made him fall for it. From this, it can be seen that archery is actually like a child playing house, which is extremely simple.

Although this young master couldn't act like a monkey-like show, there was only a stupid rabbit that was protruding his head a few feet away. It shouldn't be difficult to hit it...

After encouraging himself for a while, Lord Fang focused his attention and his energy sinks into his dantian. After taking a deep breath, he took out a carved feather arrow from the arrow bag, slowly placed it on the bow, and then aimed...

Wensen and his subordinates were shocked and rushed forward to stop them.

"Sir, I can't do it!"

"Sir, the tip of the arrow should be facing outside, not at yourself..."

"What's the matter!" Fang Zheng glared at them with an awkward expression: "...I just checked that the arrow tip was not sharp..."

The subordinates retreated awkwardly and continued to wait for Lord Fang's arrow with anticipation.

Take an arrow, aim, draw a bow... "Swoosh!"

This time, Lord Fang lived up to expectations and finally shot the arrow out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the arrow shooting and was surprised to find that the silly rabbit was still eating grass peacefully and comfortably. The arrow shot by Lord Fang was about ten feet away from it, and he didn't even touch a rabbit's hair.

"Accident, accident..." The subordinates smiled dryly to smooth things over.

Fang Zheng's face was shy, and he was as thick as a corner of the city wall, and he turned red for the first time.

After coughing twice, Fang Zheng said with a stern face: "I just try to pull this bow but not open..."

"Yes, yes... Master's divine power can actually shoot arrows. It's really rare in ancient times..." Wen Sen flattered casually. He could see that Master Fang could not shoot arrows at all, but he sent him a bow and arrow to make him look ugly. I wonder if Master Fang would have any objections to him? What's more serious is whether it would affect his future...

Wen Sen was worried about his future uneasyly, but Fang Zheng began to compete with this stupid rabbit indomitable manner.

"Swoosh", a arrow shot away, far from the target.

After gritting his teeth, Fang Zheng no longer dared to look at his subordinates' gaze, staring at the rabbit angrily, "swoosh", another arrow...

"It's just a mistake..."

"Swoosh!"

"Victory is a common thing for military affairs, it is normal..."

"Swoosh!"

"It must be that the bow and arrow were not adjusted..."

"Swoosh!"

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The words to smooth things over have basically made my subordinates speak completely. Lord Fang's face became darker and darker. His frown tightly seemed to be brewing a scent of a storm. The subordinates were so scared that they were silent and did not dare to show their energy. They looked at Lord Fang with a dull look at him shooting out one arrow after another.

And the stupid rabbit who was eating grass-it was still eating grass.

The magical thing is that it hasn't run away yet, and it is surrounded by arrows, like a small forest. It jumps around like a stroll in the garden, comfortable and leisurely, as weak as Xiao Huaiyuan.

The subordinate, a little far away from Fang Zheng, couldn't help it, and pulled the sleeves of the brother next to him and whispered: "Hey, is this shooting archery or planting trees?"

"Shh! Speak quietly! What do you know! I am reluctant to kill. Show his kindness in front of us..."

"What's going on!"

"Tsk! Do you know what 'benevolent is invincible'? That's it, sir!"

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To be continued...