Fang Zheng was sitting in the carriage and was in a bad mood. He was wondering, if Changping was not a princess, would he still resist her like now? I have thought about it for a long time and no answer. How could there be so many ifs in the world? Everyone's existence and everything happening are the product of the combination of accidentality and necessity. In theory, one thing can have many results. But in fact, when everything happens, there is only one real result, that is what we see in front of us.

Then I thought, in fact... Changping is nothing wrong with it, why should I avoid her and resist her? No matter how bad her temper is, isn't she obedient in front of Master Fang now? - Except for being bitten by her just now.

Shaking his head, just before leaving, Changping's resentful and affectionate eyes kept lingering in Fang Zheng's mind and could not be gone.

Did you get stupid by her bite? Fang Zheng was secretly dissatisfied with himself.

He lifted the curtain and stretched his head outside: "Xiao Wu, is there a clinic nearby?"

"Young Master, are you sick?" Xiao Wu was shocked. I wonder if this guy was really worried about Fang Zheng or wanted to show his loyal side in front of Fang Zheng, his expression was very exaggerated.

"You're just sick! Don't go home for now, go to the young master to find a clinic."

"Young Master, why are you looking for a clinic if you are not sick?"

"Xiao Wu, come here, get closer..." Fang Zheng waved with a smile, with a kind face. When Xiao Wu approached, Fang Zheng's face changed, and a thunderous thumping hit Xiao Wu's head: "You kid is getting more and more concerned now! What will you do if the young master says you? Why do you ask so much nonsense?"

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There were many clinics in Jinling City, and the carriage stopped in front of a clinic on Huashi Street. Xiao Wu respectfully helped Fang Zheng out of the car.

There are not many people in the clinic. These days, like modern times, people get sick. Anyone who is not the kind of person who is dead will generally not run to the clinic or pharmacy.

Fang Zheng got out of the carriage and walked towards the clinic. Xiao Wu was holding a bag on his head and followed behind with a puzzled face.

The clinic is not big, with two or three doctors sitting in the hall, separated by curtains. Fang Zheng secretly praised it. It turned out that in ancient times, he began to know how to protect patients' privacy.

He casually opened a curtain and walked in and saw an old doctor about 60 years old sitting inside. Since no one was seeing a doctor, the old doctor was stroking his beard and closing his eyes to rest.

Hearing the door curtain ringing, the old doctor opened his eyes, and when he saw Fang Zheng, he hurriedly stood up and saluted, "I have seen an adult, but I wonder if he is in good health?"

Fang Zheng was stunned: "Huh? How did you know that I am an official?"

The old doctor was stunned and then smiled slightly proudly: "In addition to medical skills, I am also quite involved in divination in each other's face." The old man is also an all-round talent.

"Oh? So awesome!" Fang Zheng said skeptically: "Then can you tell me what kind of official I am? If you are right, I will be rewarded."

The old doctor stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, and said confidently: "Fifth grade."

Fang Zheng widened his eyes in surprise: "Hey! It's so amazing!" This old man is quite powerful.

Fang Zheng was so happy that he reached into his arms and planned to pay a few taels of silver. When he looked down, he couldn't help but be furious: "Damn! You old liar! I thought you were really amazing, and you were playing tricks on me, right?"

It turned out that Fang Zheng lowered his head, but he saw that he had just come out of the palace and was wearing a fifth-grade official uniform. In other words, he basically didn't have to calculate it. He knew that he was a fifth-grade official. I don't know whether the old guy would treat his illness. Anyway, he had a good ability to fool people.

The old doctor looked innocent: "Sir, you don't know that you are wearing official uniforms. I thought you had a brain problem and came to see me for treatment..."

"You..." Fang Zheng was suffocated. He was just now distracted by thinking about the princess, but he didn't expect that he was put on by an old doctor.

The old doctor bowed and smiled, "I just saw that the adults were not in mind, so I joked with him. Please don't blame him."

"Hmph! Forget it, I won't bother with you. I'll ask you, do you really know how to see a doctor?"

The old doctor seemed to be scratched and said proudly when he heard this: "This is my ability to eat at home. Do you think I can see a doctor?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "That's good, what about me, I'm not looking for you for medical treatment..."

"What's that for?" The old doctor frowned. He was not very willing to accept things other than asking him about his major.

Fang Zheng took out two ingots of silver and patted it on the table: "It's very simple, I'll give me a sick leave note, and I'll open it for half a month."

"What is a 'sick leave note'?" the old doctor said in surprise.

"I don't know about the sick leave note? You ancient people were very unprofessional." Fang Zheng shook his head and began to patiently explain the meaning of the sick leave note to the old doctor.

"...So that's it, but what's the use of this... sick leave note?" The old doctor asked tirelessly with the spirit of studying "living until old age, learning until old age".

"It's not very useful, just show it to your boss, you'll be short of a job or a class or something."

"What's the difficulty?" Lao Lang looked at the two ingots of silver on the table, and asked without hesitation: "Tell me, what disease do you think of?"

Why does this sound so awkward? Fang Zheng coughed uneasyly and said, "Well, you have more experience than me. What do you think will take to cure the disease before it can calm down in the first half of a month?"

The old doctor pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "How about hemorrhoids?"

Fang Zheng glared: "Go! Is there anyone with hemorrhoids at my age? Besides, how unpleasant this disease can be said! Change it."

The old doctor continued to ponder and then said, "Then it's only typhoid fever, how about it?"

"Typhoid fever? Hehe, this disease is good. It smells like working hard for the country and working hard. Good, it will be necessary!" Fang Zheng slapped his thigh happily, which determined the cause of his illness in the next half month.

The old doctor slowly wrote the sick leave note, then solemnly put the name of the clinic at the signing place, dried the ink and handed it to Fang Zheng, and finally put the two silver coins in his sleeve with a calm expression.

Fang Zheng put away the sick leave note and told the old doctor: "If someone comes to ask..."

The old doctor Chao Fang Zheng smiled tacitly: "Don't worry, I won't say anything if I beat you to death..."

Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction, held the old doctor's hand and shook it, and then shook it: "Long-term cooperation in the future!"

Yes, Fang Zheng decided to turn himself into a medicine jar. The emperor asked him to go to court, but he dared not refuse, so the smart young master Fang came up with a way to save the country, that is, pretend to be sick.

This method is very old-fashioned, but old-fashioned methods always have their uses. Just like some men's wives often cry, make a fuss and hang themselves, of course you know that these are just old-fashioned tricks to scare people, but do you dare to ignore them?

I can finally sleep in from now on. When Master Fang thought of not having to go to court, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Prince's Mansion.

The prince sat in the front hall with a gloomy face. In front of him, Shangshu Pan was crying with tears in his nose and tears.

"...Your Highness, the old minister, has been an official in the court for decades. He has worked diligently over the years and has always forgotten to serve the grace of the ancestor and the emperor for knowing each other. Unexpectedly, in his old age, he ended up like this. Even the old minister's son was beaten to death, and no one came forward to say a fair word to the old minister. Old minister, the old minister is really... I feel so painful!"

The prince smiled and said softly: "The teacher does not need to be sad. I have heard about the matter of the young master. To be honest, Fang Zheng is indeed too domineering. He has made the teacher suffer aggrieved, and Gu feels extremely uncomfortable."

Shangshu Pan sobbed: "Your Highness, the old minister is not for anything else, he is just a irritating feeling in his heart! Why is he still so righteous when he beats someone, and he has no trouble after the beating, and he is only fined for half a year's salary. Why is the emperor so unfair?"

When the prince heard this, he looked around nervously for a while, and then said calmly: "Teacher, be careful of your words!"

Shangshu Pan was shocked and felt that he had lost his words and hurriedly stopped.

The prince pondered for a moment, and then said, "Teacher, since the father has made a decision on this matter, I should advise you to endure this tone first. The future is long and you should not argue for the long term. This is also what you taught me. Fang Zheng is greedy for money and lust, and it is very easy to win over. In the future, I will take him under my command. Then I will order him to apologize to you to the teacher."

Pan Shangshu shook his head and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me for saying that you may have taken this person simply. According to the old minister's observation, this person is greedy for money and lust, but it is not as easy to win over as you said. I heard that this person is a classmate and friend of King Fu. This time, he offered advice to the court and became an official in the court, which has nothing to do with King Fu. Your Highness, don't be careless! The emperor is old and it takes a few years to see... In recent years, Your Highness, the prince, cannot be careless about your brothers, otherwise, his business will be in vain for many years!"

The prince's face turned stern: "Thank you for your reminder, Gu understands. To put it, Gu's fourth brother is not very sensible, and he quietly arranged to enter the court alone. And the matter of advice made the father admire the fourth brother. He has become much more popular recently. As for Fang Zheng, haha, the children of merchants and untouchables can be won over. If they can't, Gu will have to..." The prince did not say the rest, but anyone understands the unfinished meaning in the words.

Pan Shangshu continued to remind: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is the main palace and the eldest son, so the emperor appointed you as the crown prince. Among the kings, only the King of Fu is the most threatening to you. He was born by Concubine Li. He has been loyal and honest since childhood and has the spirit of a benevolent person. Especially after offering suggestions, the emperor praised him and repeatedly announced that he entered the palace to study his knowledge. He did not hide his love for the King of Fu during his conversation with the ministers. Your Highness, you must be careful!"

The prince's face became even more gloomy and gloomy. The spacious front hall of the prince's mansion was like a blew of cold wind, and even the storm-torn Secretary Pan could not help but shivered.

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