"Fang Mansion!"

Yang Xin pointed to the plaque above his head and said.

In front of him was a red painted gate. In front of the door, a pair of huge stone lions, with eight-character screen walls separated from left and right. On both sides were actually high walls on the back wall of the downward house, covered with glazed tiles...

This is Fang Congzhe's family.

"Miss Seven, is the master better?"

The concierge asked with a humble question.

"It's still the same thing, Uncle Lao Fu is worried about it. Did the second uncle return to the mansion?"

Miss Fang said.

"When I go back to Miss Qi, the master is still in the palace, but the eldest master is in the mansion."

The concierge said.

Miss Fang snorted coldly in disgust.

Then she turned around and was admiring the gate of Fang Mansion with one hand on her back, looking at her with a pure face. At this moment, the sky was clear. In the sunshine after the rain, this guy was fluttering in white clothes, with a folding fan in his hand, a handsome face, a graceful smile, a heroic spirit in his elegance, and a broad shoulder full of strength, making Miss Fang a little dazed for a moment...

"You, come with me!"

She gritted her teeth and said.

"What do you want to do to me? I'm not that casual!"

Yang Xin said vigilantly.

As a wanted criminal, it is not a good idea to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion of the current dynasty. This kind of mansion is filled with countless slaves. If you are not familiar with it, you can't even find the route of escape. Fang Congzhe's home is at least five. This is the standard for senior officials. It's not that he can't afford to build more luxurious ones, but that there are systems for all standards for officials to live in. Even if the five entry is large, it's easy to get lost when entering this kind of mansion. If Miss Fang gives orders and hundreds of slaves around him come together, he will become a turtle in a jar. He is very sober on this issue. Miss Fang is indeed quite beautiful, but he is not an addicted person to beauty.

"Tell me what you know to my second uncle and he will help you solve the problem!"

Miss Fang said.

"He's not at home!"

Yang Xin said.

"You are not afraid of entering the Xu Mansion. You and Wanqing are unsuspecting. Why are you so alert to me?"

Miss Fang said gritting her teeth.

“Are we familiar with each other?”

Yang Xin said.

"I live in Xianyifang. I don't remember what kind of hutong it is. It's just the house of Eunuch Wei, the head of the shop, and when will Mr. Fang Ge want to see me and send someone to say it. But I think I should prepare some things to see him again. It's easier to say this thing, and he can also offer it to the emperor. But this thing takes some cost, so I have to find some skilled craftsmen. I am a poor man, and this is done for Mr. Fang Ge."

He continued to say in Miss Fang's gaze.

"roll!"

Miss Fang gritted her teeth and took out her purse and smashed it on Yang Xin again.

The concierge next to him was shocked.

"Don't do this, I really have to prepare. I want to make a globe for Mr. Fang. At that time, he could offer the emperor, just like the Kunyu Wanguo Map, but it's more vivid and accurate, including some that are not on the Kunyu Wanguo Map."

Yang Xin said.

He is telling the truth.

The earliest globes of the Ming Dynasty were in museums in the UK. In the third year of the Apocalypse, the missionaries were responsible for making them. So those who traveled through the late Ming Dynasty could wake up. Fortunately, Yang Xin came a little earlier, so he could still pretend to be a little bit. Although he could not really create a glob that was as accurate as modern times, fortunately, what he wanted in this era was roughly meaningful. The Kunyu Wanguo Map was also not very accurate. He believed that the world map drawn by his memory would definitely not be worse than the Kunyu Wanguo Map.

Where does the latter have any accuracy?

It's just a rough outline.

Even Kunyu and Wanguo can almost never see the Shandong Peninsula!

Miss Fang treated him coldly and looked at him with a cold look.

"Okay, why don't I go to your Fang family to do it!"

Yang Xin said irritably while indulging in beauty.

"Go to my house!"

Miss Fang said coldly.

"Go, go, if you go, you will peel me up and I will accept it!"

Yang Xin said.

"I don't care about your skin!"

Miss Fang's face cleared a little and she scoffed at him.

"Yeah, Qimei is here, why don't you come in?"

A sound came from the door, and then a man in his thirties walked out with a body of wine and color. His feet were empty and blood-colored. He looked like a sucked-out wine bag. He looked pretty good, with a body of jewelry and a huge ruby ​​ring on his hand.

Miss Fang snorted coldly and simply entered her carriage...

"I am your elder brother!"

He said angrily with a wine bag.

Yang Xin looked at the grievances of the wealthy family happily, then bowed to the wine bag and hurriedly chased Miss Fang's carriage. The wine bag behind him was looking at him with interest. This person should be Fang Congzhe's eldest son, Fang Shihong, who likes Ma Zhen. Of course, it is unknown whether it was Ma Zhen that caused the prostitute to fall and die. However, this important weapon of Donglin Qunxian to attack Fang Congzhe was indeed an ignorant wine bag.

Miss Fang was in a bad mood when she saw her elder brother, and Yang Xin did not dare to flirt with her anymore. She followed her out of the inner and outer cities and moved into Fangjiazhuang.

"I can't do it in vain!"

Yang Xin said as he followed her into the mansion.

"explain!"

Miss Fang said.

This mansion is four-centered, which is not small. Her two brothers have started a family, but they all follow Fang Congzhe to serve as some small official positions, including Fang Shihong, who are also officials. They are Jinyiwei, and are essentially military households. They can rely on Zuyin to become officials without the imperial examination. Her sister has already married, and she is the real person in charge of this mansion.

"I have a cousin who has passed the mansion examination and I really want to worship under Lingzun's disciple."

Yang Xin said.

"My father was seriously ill and could not teach students."

Miss Fang said.

"Isn't this kind of thing just a name?"

Yang Xin said.

"I will tell my father that it is not a must for a closed disciple. At most, one disciple will be arranged to teach him. But the globe you made must be really useful. There is a map of Kunyu and Wanguo in the palace. Don't think that Your Majesty will not know anything overseas."

Miss Fang said.

This is no big deal.

If Yang Xin's cousin really passes the mansion test, he can be considered a poor man. Her father's admission of such a student will become a good story. In fact, many of her father's students are like this, and Yang Xin's evaluation of her father is not completely correct.

"Don't worry if I do my business!"

Yang Xin said.

"Hmph! Is it your cousin or that girl?"

Miss Fang snorted coldly.

"Uh, it's actually her brother, I'm her cousin!"

Yang Xin said.

"I'm still my cousin, aren't you lost your memory?"

Miss Fang said sarcastically.

"I think relatives can't make fake ones. Also, don't listen to Wang Wang's nonsense. You have seen the wanted order at the city gate. The person above is not me at all. She is innocent."

Yang Xinyi said righteously.

He really went to the city gate to look at the wanted order. It should be said that the drawing was still authentic. Unfortunately, he was just two people now. This guy was even talking with the onlookers there. No one recognized him as the wanted criminal above, but if Tianjin Bingbeidao sent another one, he would definitely not dare to come forward.

"Miss, the master asked you to go there!"

Little sister Hexiang came towards her and then looked at Yang Xin in surprise.

"You, you..."

She said with her eyes wide open.

"Shut up, you don't know him!"

Miss Fang shouted with a slightly red face.

As soon as his little sister Hexiang stuck out her tongue, she quickly pretended not to know Yang Xin. Miss Fang turned right and followed without saying anything else. After entering two doors, she suddenly realized her eyes. A garden centered on the pool was revealed. The pool was surrounded by green trees and red flowers, rockery, and a winding bridge spanned the pool, leading to a water pavilion at the end. A sick old man was sitting there, wearing a thin quilt and looking at the goldfish under his feet, looking at his age in his early sixties.

This is the boss of the Fang family.

Fang Congzhe is a brother, his eldest brother is a student, and he is a scholar.
To be continued...