The man cried and said, "My name is Du Xuan. My father is the precious son of Du Songjun, the Minister of Revenue. Fang Zheng was overjoyed. This fat sheep is so tender and tender, and he brought it to the door by himself. If he didn't slaughter him hard, how can he be worthy of the plot arranged by God? How can he be worthy of the family, country and the world?

After Du Xuan mentioned his father, he suddenly became stunned. Then his tone became arrogant again: "Yes. My father is the Minister of Revenue. How dare you hit me? Is it a waste of life?"

Fang Zheng smiled as usual, and suddenly his face changed, and he slapped him hard on Du Xuan's face. Senran said: "Young Master Du, are you still not sure about the situation? Do you want me to remind you again?"

Du Xuan was stunned by this slap. He was rampant in the capital for so many years. For the first time, he found that his father's name was useless. He covered his cheeks and looked at him at a loss.

Seeing that the slap was effective, Fang Zheng put away his fierce expression and smiled as kindly as the blessing of the heavenly official: "Young Master Du, it seems that you have finally figured out the situation. It's very good. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. When Mr. Du is a talented person, you can tell that he is a great hero at first glance."

Du Xuan covered his cheeks and looked at Fang Zheng in fear. He stuttered: "Who are you?"

He was not afraid when he heard the title of Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and did not take his father seriously at all. The identities of the people in front of him were not simple. A different premonition arose in Du Xuan's heart. Has this incident caused trouble for his father today?

Fang Zheng smiled with relief, put his shoulder on Du Xuan and said intimately: "I finally got the point. Ahem, let me introduce myself. My name is Fang Zheng. You should have heard of me, right?"

Regardless of Du Xuan's pale face as if he was dead, Fang Zheng pointed to the fat man standing beside him and introduced enthusiastically: "This white and fat fat man is like a white and honest fat man, haha, he is His Highness, the fourth son of the emperor, and the elegant and elegant middle-aged handsome man beside him, is my teacher of His Highness and His Highness, and my teacher."

Du Xuanyue's face became paler and he finally collapsed on the ground weakly and moaned.

Fang Zheng smiled and gave Du Xuan a thumbs up and praised, "You are so fucking you. You dare to mess with us. It seems that Du Shangshu is feeding you every day at home, right? Du Xuan, you are in trouble, your father is in trouble, and your whole family is in trouble." Hey, how do you think my parallelism is used? Jiaguo?
Chapter completed!