Chapter 1608 The Fang family can no longer retire, and the wife is behind him
Chapter 1608 The Fang family can no longer retreat. Behind them are the madam and the master (please subscribe and vote)
At this moment, it was already past midnight, and Fang Xuanling, the famous Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, was already lying flat on his couch, not knowing what was going on.
His cheeks were flushed, but his breath was very calm, although the smell of alcohol was a little heavy.
Mrs. Lu walked to the door and winked at Fang Shen.
"Go and find a few stronger men to block the gate of the courtyard for me. Tell me that I don't know where I am and I have rested."
Today, he had a rare drink. Fang Shen, whose face was as red as a monkey's butt, understood and nodded vigorously.
With a quick glance, he finally picked out a few slightly fat and strong Fang people from a group of dry and thin Fang people.
Taking Fang Cheng, a really fat and strong guy, as the leader, he strode towards the entrance of the courtyard.
This is already the last piece of pure land that Lao Fang's family has not been invaded by the crazy gang of Zijiu maniacs.
After all the footsteps disappeared into the distance, Mrs. Lu bolted the door of the house herself and then moved to the couch.
When I saw my husband, who had just closed his eyes tightly, squinting his eyes as if he was observing something secretly, he couldn't help but laugh and whispered.
"Okay, husband, get up and drink some hangover soup to sober up. It's just the two of us. I asked you to drive everyone else out."
The Prime Minister of the Fang Dynasty sat up, took the sobering soup handed over by his wife, and took a big gulp.
After winking for a long time, I finally woke up a lot under the stimulation of the sweet and sour taste.
He took the tea handed over by Mrs. Lu, rinsed his mouth, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh...we are getting married, why are we making such a fuss..."
Mrs. Lu nodded and said something with deep approval.
"That is, when the eldest son of our family got married, none of the guests and friends who came and went were not polite and sensible.
How can it be like this moment, when our dignified Liang Guogong Mansion has almost become a copycat for the heroes of the green forest who gather in Xiaoshan Forest."
Hearing Madam Lu's words, Fang Xuanling opened her mouth and almost burst into laughter, shaking her head in confusion.
"Sigh... there is nothing we can do about it. Since then our Erlang has become a shareholder of Hantang Trading Company, and now with those guys, um..."
"A bunch of old guys are all rushing to the door to ask for a wedding drink. Can I still keep them away?"
Speaking of this, Fang Xuanling tapped her forehead and suddenly thought of another member of the Fang family. "By the way, how is Dalang?"
"Da Lang... Da Lang has been drunk for a long time. With the drinking capacity of those martial arts disciples, our Da Lang has always been polite, so how can we be their opponent."
Fang Xuanling, who was pretending to be drunk, was sipping tea to sober up, and was sighing and sighing with his wife.
Fang Shen stood at the door of the courtyard, thought for a while, and ordered the people inside the courtyard to close and bolt the door.
When he heard the sound of the bolt being dropped, Fang Shen felt relieved and glanced at Fang Cheng in front of him.
This and the second young master are the only ones in the old Fang family who are fat and strong. They have the temperament of a rough old man and a rough martial artist.
"You all listen to me. You can't retreat any further. Behind you are madam and master."
"Yes!" Fang Cheng straightened his back and proudly agreed, his voice just falling to the ground.
Then I heard the sound of weapons clashing not far away, and the expressions of the family members in the first dryhouse suddenly changed. What happened to this special girl?
Is it possible that the martial arts gang who came to Fang's house to congratulate and drink wedding wine had a conflict and started to use weapons to make it impossible?
Then there was a burst of noise, and there seemed to be high-fives and applause. All the family members in the dry house were confused. What the hell does this special girl mean?
Fang Shen hesitated a little, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, ready to go and see for himself, when he
A servant rolled over and crawled on the ground. He saw Fang Shen from a distance and shouted quickly.
"Uncle Shen, Uncle Shen, the British justice is testing swordsmanship with Duke Danyang. Do you want to ask me to come over and stop him?"
Fang Shen was in bad condition, so what should he do? The two noble generals themselves were just stewards of the Prime Minister's Mansion, so there was no way they could stop him.
What should I do? This is the territory of the Lao Fang family. If something goes wrong between those two old monsters, my master will definitely be involved later.
After thinking hard, Fang Shen could only grit his teeth, stamp his feet, and bang on the courtyard door.
"Hurry up and open the door. I have something urgent to report to Madam..."
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A knock on the door was heard from outside the house, and Fang Shen's hurried and somewhat frustrated voice was heard.
The Prime Minister of the Fang, who was sitting in front of the table and sipping tea soup, his face changed slightly. He said it was too late and soon, he quickly jumped to the couch and lay down, closing his eyes.
I didn't forget to pick up a thin blanket and cover myself.
Seeing her husband's still vigorous skills, Mrs. Lu suppressed her smile, quickly moved to the door and opened the door.
"Madam, what's wrong, in front of you, the British Duke and the Danyang Duke are not sure whether they are too drunk, and they are demonstrating swordsmanship at the moment."
"What?!" Lu's voice suddenly rose an octave higher.
Fang Xuanling, who was originally squinting, couldn't help but widen her eyes. Damn it! I really think my mansion is a bandit's den, right?
They actually competed in swordsmanship. Why don't they compete with bows and crossbows to practice their accuracy?
"Madam, what should we do now? Do you want me to ask you to come over and give me some advice? I'm worried..."
"Fang Shen! Don't pay attention to them. If you like to make trouble, make trouble. If you can, we will tear down the Duke Liang's mansion. I will go back and deal with His Majesty."
Hearing the somewhat angry instructions from his master, Fang Shen instantly realized, well...my master is good at acting.
Mrs. Lu, who originally planned to go there in person, also heard her husband's voice and whispered instructions to Fang Shen.
"Listen to the master, you go ahead. Don't let those old demons... ahem, don't let the distinguished guests come here to cause trouble, do you understand?"
Fang Shen's eyelids twitched wildly, he nodded vigorously, lifted up his front and walked away quickly. Lao Yao, um... must be the abbreviation of Lao Yao Mozi.
That's right, those gang of vulgar warriors, one or two jumping up and down in Lao Fang's house, are just like those dusty moths.
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Outside the newlywed's house, there were two very experienced and elderly female officers.
With a serious expression, his ears were raised and pressed tightly against the wooden wall.
When they heard some irregular or irregular rhythmic sounds coming from the house.
The two ladies had kind and gratified smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the piglets they fed finally knowing how to use their noses to dig into the soil to find food.
Everyone continued to be attentive and listened attentively. Unfortunately, in this era, there were no watches or stopwatches, so it was impossible to measure time.
In addition, when the incense burning time is set outside, it is easy for people to detect it and listen to the corner, so we can only estimate the time.
After the rhythm subsided, the two female officials looked at each other and smiled before leaving quietly.
But I heard the music of Cheng's pipa playing from inside.