As the head of the temple, the head of the secret service agency. Read easily on mobile phones: The sorting is usually the emperor's extremely trusted person, and it is not enough to take responsibility. Fang Zheng was favored by the emperor by chance and became the head of the shadow. Now the emperor is old and has a heavy body, and every move of the shadow agency is more concerned. Fang Zheng's meaning to Wensen was to hold the shadow in his own hands, not the emperor.

To put it nicely, this is called arbitrary on the spot. After all, the emperor is seriously ill and has limited energy every day, so he doesn't have many things to manage.

To put it bluntly, this is called the heart of being unjust. Fang Zheng wanted to take over it as a weapon to fight for power and throne if the censors and ministers in the court knew, Fang Zheng would not be enough to cut even if he had ten heads.

When Fang Zheng said this, he was also worried that Wensen would refuse, that someone would report to the emperor, and that the shadow brothers thought that his intentions were wrong, so that he would no longer listen to his orders.

But he was also calm in his heart. It was very time to be very good. He needed a powerful state machine like Shadow to clear obstacles for him. What he wanted to do was harmless to the emperor and the court to the world. He had never thought of rebellion or forced the palace. On the contrary, he wanted to hold the Shadow in his hands, just to prevent others from committing rebellion. In his heart, the emperor was not only a promising emperor, but also his father-in-law, a lonely and stubborn old man. Now that the old man is getting worse, his sons have all set his ideas on him. At this time, Fang Zheng felt that he had the responsibility to protect him. Since he wanted to protect him, Fang Zheng himself must have strength.

Wensen lowered his head, thought for a while, and finally raised his head and smiled, with a meaningful smile:

"The shadow is above and below, I am willing to serve the adults!"

No matter what angle he stands, Wensen feels that there is no reason not to help the old boss.

So Wensen's answer was very refreshing.

Fang Zheng smiled relievedly, everything was silent.

He patted Wensen on the shoulder, and Fang Zheng solemnly promised: "I promise" he won't kick you in the future!"

Wen Sen was covered in black lines and sighed: "I suddenly felt that the Internet was too impulsive." Sir, can you regret it?"

"Dare! I can't kick you to death!"

The rain of apricot blossoms is wet when the clothes are wet, and the wind of willows is not cold when blowing on the face.

The spring rain washed away Jinling City. The sky was gray, and scattered rain fell on the body like flying dust, as delicate and gentle as a lover's face, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Fang Zheng stood at the door of the new house, with wide eyes and amazed.

This house originally belonged to the Secretary of Shangshu. After Pan Ni was executed, the emperor gave it to Fang Zheng. Unfortunately, Fang Zheng made a fool of himself that day and actually instigated the people to set fire and burned the house.

As Changping cried, Fang Zheng had to grit his teeth and pay out of his own pocket to build the new house again.

Changping's other family's property is naturally concerned about. The white silver is spent, and the manpower and material resources are sufficient. After a few months, a magnificent new house rose from the ground.

"Not bad, not bad! If this house is sold, we will never do it if it doesn't have 200,000 taels!"

Fang Zheng praised.

Changping happily pushed Fang Zheng: "What are you saying? You won't sell it for one million taels! This is our Fang family's industry, and the prodigal son is thinking about selling his house all day long."

Changping stared at the black-bottomed and gold-shaped sign on the gate with four "Zheng Yonghou Mansion"

Changping blinked his big eyes and said with a happy vision: "In the future, when we have children, let them be born here and grow up here. We play with them, teach them to read, speak, and then watch them grow up slowly until they get married and have children. We also need to educate them from an early age, be diligent and responsible in life."

Changping said, turned his head and saw Fang Zheng absent-mindedly knocking on a pair of stone-made gangsters outside the gate, slamming their mouths from time to time, muttering, as if calculating how much the pair of lions would be worth if they were sold.

Seeing this, Changping's pretty face sank, he pinched Fang Zheng hard, and continued coldly:

"I also want to educate our children. When they grow up, they must not learn from their father. They can take out everything. If they can't sell it, they will burn it. The prodigal son has achieved this level. He is really the biggest bastard in ancient times!"

Fang Zheng was pinched and grinned. Seeing Yanran Xiaolu and Fengjie beside him, they all smiled without saying a word. They couldn't help but glared at them angrily, and then said to Changping dissatisfiedly: "Hey, haven't we agreed to burn the house, stop mentioning it?"

Changping wrinkled his nose and snorted, "Don't mention it? I think beautifully! Not only do I want to mention it, I will also write down this matter in the future, and pass it on to our Huhu grandsons from generation to generation, so that they all know that the Fang family has such an unrestrained ancestor."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "When it comes to the sun, hey, why haven't your stomach moved yet? Dear wives, I work hard every day, my husband."

Changping and several girls blushed when they heard this. Changping pinched Fang Zheng fiercely and said embarrassedly: "It's broad daylight, are you standing at the gate and talking about this? Are you shameless?"

After saying that, Changping looked around and saw that there were no one around, so he said something more and pulled a few girls to the inner courtyard to enjoy the fun of visiting the new house.

Fang Zheng rubbed his arm that was pinched so hard that he felt so painful. His wife didn't move. What was going on? It's been a few months since they got married, so it's supposed to give birth to a couple of jujubes?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng turned around and strode after him, and ran and shouted, "Hey, wives, don't be shy, tell me, have you ever been nauseous and vomiting recently, and wanting to eat sour foods?"

The size of the new house has not changed, but it is obviously much more grand and luxurious than the original Pan Mansion. Whether it is the flowers and plants in the courtyard, stone carvings and wood carvings, the materials are very meticulous. Changping grew up in the palace. All the selected items are the best materials, and the craftsmen hired are also craftsmen directly affiliated with the Ministry of Works. This house is under the premise of "The New House's Little Carp System" under the premise of "The New House" as luxurious as a palace. All the scriptures are as luxurious as a palace, and the screen wall is made of stone. It is said that it is the best white marble transported from Dali, with auspicious beasts carved on it. The craftsmen are masters, and the beasts on the screen wall are carved vividly, as if they will fly away at any time.

"How much did this prodigal girl cost me?" Fang Zheng touched his mouth with pain, his face full of bitterness.

The prodigal girl took her other wives and was so happy that she didn't know where to visit. The one who accompanied Fang Zheng was a newly hired old housekeeper, named Cui. The old man was about 60 years old, and his hair and beard were white. But he was very energetic and energetic, so young people couldn't compare to him.

Seeing Fang Zheng muttering to himself, Butler Cui smiled and said, "Master, when building this house, everything was handled by His Highness the Princess. "Slow down!" Fang Zheng glared and said, "Master? Who is the Master?"

Butler Cui said in surprise, "You, you are the head of the family, of course you have to be called Master."

"I'm not that old yet, are you?" Fang Zheng's old face collapsed, and then he said with a stern face:

"You should call me the young master like the servant in the old house. I'm not twenty years old yet.

Master, what if those women and compatriots hear it, how can you secretly agree to me?"

"Butler Cui, go and arrange it. A few guests will come later. They are all ministers in the court. Don't be negligent and clean up the front hall."

"Yes. Old, cough, young master." Butler Cui turned around and arranged it.

Damn it, it’s better to call the master than to call him a master.

Fang Zheng was excited to visit the new house for a while. Soon, the servants came to report that Fang Zheng was waiting in the front hall.

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, he lifted up the hem of his clothes and ran towards the front hall.

Today, Fang Zheng wants to do something very meaningful, and the result of this matter will surely be the best of both worlds, so he has to pay attention to it.

I ran to the front hall in two steps, and the guests were sitting together having tea and chatting.

Fang Zheng piled up a smile on his face and bowed his hands and said, "My sir, I am really embarrassed. I am neglected. I wish you guilty, forgive me."

The guests Fang Zheng invited were some ministers in the court.

This is a group of ministers who claim to be a clean stream in the court. Some of them are censors, some of them are ministers and ministers. These ministers have one thing in common: that is, poverty.

Perhaps their political achievements are not outstanding, or they are dull and conservative, but they believe that they are righteous. They never accept bribes and never greedy for half a tael of silver. So they can only live on the poor salary of the court. Every family is like a disaster, but they admit that they are unwilling to collect an extra cent of silver that does not belong to them.

To be honest, Fang Zheng has a headache for people like this. The white silver is so cute and dazzling, but some people don’t want it. Isn’t this a problem? As long as you have silver, don’t you care where it comes from? Spending it on yourself is the king.

Fang Zheng invited these poor officials to the new house today. Of course, he had his purpose, and this purpose was related to money.

"You are polite, Lord Fang, today the new house of Lord is completed. I am waiting to come and congratulate you, haha."

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The speakers don’t need to guess, they must be the leader of the poor officials, the leader of the Beggars’ Sect, and the Minister of War Wei Chengde.

Fang Zheng looked at the hands of the ministers. Seeing that they were not holding any dirty cakes, expired snacks and other poor gifts in their hands, he felt relieved, otherwise he would be as disgusting as if he had swallowed a living fly.

"I dare not, Lord Wei is so serious. The official invited all the adults to come today, so he had something to discuss. Well, the speech here is too restrained, so the adults might as well move in. A new pond was built in the humble house, and a pavilion was built on the pond. Isn't it a good thing to enjoy the rain and drink tea in the pavilion?"

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Fang Zheng sighed in his heart. To deal with these conservative and stubborn Qingliu, only the word "elegance" can cater to them. They don't think about it. What are the ponds and pavilions that are not built with money?

Where can I go to the elegant place if I don’t have money? Bah! I really despise them.

The new house is very big. Bypassing the corridor of carved and painted phoenixes, a net planted a net. The net sprouted new buds of cannon trees, the winding paths are secluded, and it suddenly becomes clear. A shimmering pond is presented to everyone.

The ministers made a fuss all the way and kept asking questions.

But it was the first time Fang Zheng came here, so he didn't know? So he heard people screaming from time to time among the ministers.

"Ah! Isn't this a white stone shipped from the East China Sea? I heard that this stone is as warm as jade, warm in winter and cool in summer. It is extremely expensive, and it is a good treasure!"

"Huh? The bamboo is spots on it. Could it be Xiangfei Bamboo? This bamboo is only born in Junshan, Dongting, and is very precious. It is so far away that it was attracted to plant it. Master Fang is so good at it!"

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The more Fang Zheng listened, the darker his face became. He didn't understand bamboo or stone. He only understood two keywords: "expensive and expensive"

Until he heard a minister exclaiming again, "Isn't this Molan? Oh! This orchid is produced in Dali. It is extremely expensive. Look at its shoulders, it is actually a flying shoulder. This is the best among orchids. Fang Zheng was so angry that he couldn't help blurting out: "Damn! This prodigal girl."

"Hmm? Prodigal women?" the ministers asked in unison.

"Ahem, sirs, go here. Go here, alas! Money, money!" Fang Zheng cried and sighed and led the ministers to the pavilion.

A row of weeping willows were planted along the edge of the pond. The weeping willows swayed gently with the spring breeze, like a girl's slender hands. They caressed the calm water of the pond and caused ripples, which were pleasing to the eye.

Fang Zheng walked in front and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Wow! What a cute little dog." Fang Zheng ran to a willow tree in gladness, picked up a playboy who seemed to have just been born to travel through time. Chapter 247 of the new house. This is the only thing Fang Zheng saw in this new house so far. I don't know which servant raised this puppy. I'll ask him for a trip back and play later. With the puppy in his arms, Fang Zheng walked towards the ministers with a smile on his face and said with a smile: "Dear sir, this dog is quite popular before he finished speaking. Fang Zheng looked up, but saw the ministers with frightened eyes and hurriedly retreating. At the age of seventy and eighty, he ran and walked as fast as he could.

Fang Zheng touched the puppy's head for no reason and said strangely: "Don't be so scared, right? This dog hasn't even grown teeth. Are you afraid of becoming like this? The courage of ancient people has also made a fortune. "Hi, little guy, let me give you a name, well, how about calling you a mouse? It sounds not nice?

Then... Jiang Meng?"

Suddenly, Butler Cui's scream came from behind: "Young Master, don't move while standing! Don't move around!"

Fang Zheng immediately felt the danger approaching him when he heard this. He couldn't help but tremble all over and didn't dare to look back. He said loudly: "What, what's wrong?"

Without the answer from Butler Cui, some kind of animal whimpering sound was heard less than ten feet away behind him. The sound was not very friendly.

Fang Zheng felt something was wrong, so he twisted his neck gently with extremely slow movements and looked back... Damn! A big black dog, more than one meter tall, was grinning at him, with a fierce and bloodthirsty light in his eyes, staring at the puppy in Fang Zheng's arms for a moment, "Cute Mengmeng."

This joke is a big deal.

Fang Zheng swallowed hard, forced himself to smile, and tried to communicate with this unfriendly black dog: "This brother has invited me, uh, I, I've only walked by,"

The black dog's attitude has not improved, but instead stared at Xiao Mengmeng in Fang Zheng's arms even more fiercely.

Fang Zheng carefully picked Mengmeng up and said dryly: "Uh, this dog brother is handsome and handsome. You can tell at a glance that it is your flesh and blood. Uh, let's discuss it and I'll return it to you. Don't cause trouble for me, okay?"

As he said that, Fang Zheng slowly put the puppy on the ground.

The black dog was obviously not a reasonable person. Seeing Fang Zheng put down his flesh and blood, he lost his scruples. The fierce light in his eyes became even more intense. The dog opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white and bright fangs. He roared and slowly walked towards Fang Zheng step by step. This was a sign of the dog's attack, and the situation was very bad.
To be continued...