Fang Zheng was kicked out of the imperial study by the emperor in shame. For some reason, every time the emperor talked to Fang Zheng, the ending was always unhappy.

On the way back to the house, Fang Zheng thought in his mind that the emperor said that there was a deep meaning in managing a brothel, but Fang Zheng couldn't figure out what the so-called deep meaning was? Is the emperor who wanted to move the interest group behind the brothel and take this opportunity to suppress the ministers who are increasingly fierce in the court? Or do they want to bring this fire to Pan Shangshu? As we all know, this matter started because of Liu Shilang, but Liu Shilang was promoted by Pan Shangshu. He can be said to be a confidant in the Pan family.

Sitting in the slowly moving carriage, Fang Zheng scratched his head in trouble. He was smart, but when he encountered such a high-level political game, he was stunned. It was not his strength.

When he lifted the curtain of the car, the killer brother was riding a horse and escorting his carriage. The assassination has always been a mystery. No one knows if there will be another one, so the killer brother has a good business recently, but Young Master Fang has lost his fortune.

Through the small window, Fang Zheng asked, "Brother Killer, if I want you to check the brothel, what do you think is my intention to do this?"

The killer brother glanced at him coldly and said coolly: "...Catch the family of 200 taels, pay the money first and then do it."

Fang Zheng was suffocated and laughed and cried: "I'm just asking you, why do you think I sent you to search the brothel?"

The killer brother shook his head: "I only check in cash and do business, not asking why."

Fang Zheng said patiently: "I didn't ask you why, I just wanted you to think about why I asked you to do this."

The killer brother glanced at Fang Zheng, and his eyes looked like he was looking at an idiot: "You don't know the reason for what you want me to do?"

“…………”

I can't communicate with this ancient man!

Fang Zheng sighed and put down the curtains heavily. My buddy was confused and didn't ask the right person at all. Can you expect a killer who only thinks about money to give you some advice?

After returning to the mansion and having lunch in the courtyard, Fang Zheng hugged Xiaolu in his arms.

Recently, Fang Zheng has often been flirting with Xiao Lu. After being beaten by Xiao Lu several times like a conditioned reflex, the indomitable Young Master Fang finally changed Xiao Lu's conditioned reflex. Now Xiao Lu can be able to stop hurting others after being eaten unpreparedly. This makes Young Master Fang, who is bruised, very pleased. What is training? This is training!

"Xiao Lu, tell the young master what did you do today?" Fang Zheng hugged Xiao Lu in his arms, and stroked Xiao Lu's slender waist with his hands up and down.

Xiaolu's pretty face turned red with shame and she whispered: "...Young Master, this is broad daylight, you... can't you be serious?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Actually, you don't know. Some things are unique when you do them during the day..."

Fang Zheng said as he slowly climbed up his hand and gently held a soft and soft ball through the clothes.

Xiaolu was getting more and more embarrassed, and her body twisted uneasy: "Young Master... don't, don't move..."

"Wow! Xiaolu, you are so hidden. You are even bigger than Yanran, well... bigger than Changping..."

"Bang!"

"oops!"

Fang Zheng grinned and rubbed his bruised wrists, walked out of the door, followed by Xiao Lu, who was full of apology.

"Young Master... I'm sorry, Xiao Lu... is not used to it..."

Fang Zheng squeezed a smile: "It's nothing, I don't blame you. It turns out that you are a good girl."

As he said that, he muttered in a low voice: "...It also proves that my young master's claw hand is indeed a hit and is well-deserved..."

Facing Xiaolu's apologetic and puzzled gaze, Fang Zheng walked out.

As if remembering something, Fang Zheng suddenly turned around and said, "Xiaolu, I have asked the Turkic National Master to inquire a few days ago. Although I don't know if there will be a result, it is always good to have a little more hope."

Looking at Xiao Lu's grateful gaze filled with tears, Fang Zheng quickly shook his hand: "Don't thank you, don't be grateful. If you really want to repay me, just promise me. I will keep the door at night, and you will come into my bed..."

“…………”

In July of the 12th year of Jianwu, the people in the capital had just calmed down from the joy of the successful negotiations of the Turkic negotiations, and a vigorous operation to govern the brothels in the capital became the topic of talk among the enthusiasts.

It was just dark, and it was when the lights were being held. Some people were eating, while some rich young men or princes playboys were already shaking folding fans, dressed in a dashing and elegant manner. They climbed up to the brothel, either getting drunk or visiting prostitutes. "And so much that they leaned against the red and green, and they were romantic and lively. They were young for a while. They were willing to change their fame and sang softly."

In front of the gate of Fang Mansion.

The small square in front of the spacious door seemed a little crowded today. A thousand Longwu soldiers lined up in neat rows, standing quietly without saying a word. Feng Qiudao was wearing armor, pressing his hand on his waist three feet of green Feng, and staring at the gate of Fang Mansion with a cold expression.

Butler Sun poked his head out from the gatehouse tremblingly, looked carefully at the thousand murderous soldiers in front of the mansion, and quickly shrank his head back, sighing constantly: "Why haven't the young master come yet?... This is so nonsense!"

The sound of running was heard from afar in the mansion. Butler Sun was happy when he heard the sound. He quickly went forward and said with a frown: "Young Master...what are you playing today? So many soldiers are standing at our doorstep. Those who don't know thought they were coming to search the house..."

The person who came was Master Fang. He was usually pretty handsome, but today he was not dressed and even his hair seemed a little messy, as if he had rolled somewhere.

Without time to pay attention to Butler Sun Luo's long-lasting chanting, Fang Zheng hurriedly ran to Feng Qiudao and smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Brother Feng, I'm a little late for dinner. I've been waiting for you for a long time. I've been guilty of sin..."

Fang Zheng was in a good mood today. He even drank a few sips of wine for dinner. He was a little drunk. As a result, when he came out of the yard, he fell to him at some point, making him feel a little embarrassed.

Feng Qiudao Zhan Yixiao: "It's okay."

As he said that, he pointed to the solemn soldiers and said, "The emperor ordered Feng to lead troops to help you. Are these people enough? If not enough, I will transfer some into the city."

Fang Zheng was so happy when he saw these dense soldiers that he smiled: "Enough is enough, just catch a few thugs and a few clients. There is no need for such a big battle. Thank you Brother Feng."

Feng Qiudao let his body over and whispered to Fang Zheng: "Then you just say a few words to them."

Fang Zheng was stunned, "What did you say?"

"How do you do something and what orders you listen to? How do they know how to do it without you saying it?"

Fang Zheng suddenly realized, to put it bluntly, it was a pre-war mobilization. This is my buddy's strength.

After tidying up his clothes, Fang Zheng coughed twice, put one hand on his waist, and waved it heavily in the air with the other hand, and shouted: "Comrades!..."

There is no such name? Fang Zheng coughed awkwardly and quickly changed his words: "...Brothers! The enemy has appeared! They are hiding in a dark corner of the capital, staring coldly at our brave and just people's army. They are a group of borers, corroding our spirit, eroding our ambitions, squeezing our silver, and ruining our sisters... You said, what should we do when facing such borers?"

Fang Zheng reached his hand to his ears, looking like he was listening. According to convention, the soldiers should be angry at the sky and shouted loudly with confidence like "Kill!", "Battle!", "Destroy them!" and so on.

It seems that the conventional thing is difficult to happen to Fang Zheng.

A thousand soldiers looked at each other, at a loss, staring at Lord Fang standing in front with his ears open with his hands open. Including Feng Qiudao next to Fang Zheng, he also looked confused and confused, looking at Fang Zheng in a daze.

Some brave soldiers saw Feng Qiudao being stunned, so they began to whisper below.

"What did Lord Fang just say?"

"I don't understand it, it's very profound. What else do you mean by borers? "

"Maybe that my dear will we go and catch the insects? Where can I catch it?"

"That's right, this is too embarrassing for us..."

“…………”

“…………”

Fang Zheng, who was keeping his tilted ears and listening posture, did not get the loud and loud answer he imagined. Finally, he put down his hand in disappointment and glanced at Feng Qiudao who was stunned. Fang Zheng felt a little embarrassed.

Gradually, Fang Zheng became a little angry and embarrassed. These soldiers were too uneducated. Is this young master so difficult to understand?

After coughing, Fang Zheng shouted: "Shut up!"

The soldiers stood up in sternly, and the noise stopped suddenly.

Fang Zheng showed a vicious look and said loudly: "Let me listen to it. We are going to catch people today, and maybe we will beat people. You bastards will give me some tips! I will catch anyone I ask you to catch, and you will hit anyone I ask you to hit. Whoever dares to let one go, I will squeeze his egg yolk! Have you all heard of you bastards?"

A thousand soldiers were filled with blood, and the crowd was excited, shouting in unison: "I heard it! Pinch his egg yolk!"

“…………”

The soldiers below began to whisper again.

"We can only understand it if we say this."

"That's right, Lord Fang turns out to be like us, a big boss."

"Shh, whisper..."

Fang Zheng held his forehead dejectedly, sighed loudly, waved his hand lazily, and said weakly: "Let's go."

The night is getting deeper, but the capital is still bustling and noisy, especially at the doors of brothels, where they are fresh and familiar with each other, and they are greeted by the beautiful and smiling, showing a sense of luxury and eroticity.

Liuxiang Pavilion, a brothel in the capital, was not too large. The turtle man standing at the door to welcome guests, yawned boredly, and then he frowned deeply.

Today, there is a bit strange. For some reason, none of the officials in the court who like to come to listen to music to prostitutes today. Occasionally, a few official sedan chairs passed by the door and were bypassed from afar, for fear of getting flirted. What's wrong?

A neat and rhythmic sound of running came. The turtle man looked up and saw a large group of soldiers holding spears in their hands, tidying lines running towards Liuxiang Pavilion. In the blink of an eye, he ran to the door of Liuxiang Pavilion.

The soldiers stopped without saying a word, and then scattered. Soon, Liuxiang Pavilion was surrounded by soldiers.

At this time, a carriage slowly appeared in Guigong's sight. Then the carriage stopped at the door of Liuxiang Pavilion and walked out of it. This man was young, wearing a fifth-rank official uniform, with a handsome face, but a malicious smile on his lips.

Gui Gong laughed in his heart, wondering which minister was in the court, and he came with a brigade of soldiers. The idea was really big.

The Turtle Man habitually filled with smiles and was about to meet him, but a soldier stood up without saying a word, and beat the flagpole to the ground.
Chapter completed!