Chapter 1672 Why can't we, the old house of poetry and book heirlooms
Chapter 1672 Why can’t our old Fang family, the heirloom of poetry and books, show their faces? (Please subscribe and vote)
"Husband, you have been diligently practicing pen and ink these days, and your skills have become more and more proficient. This ink bamboo looks like it is about to fall off the painting."
Seeing his wife Lu's eyes shining brightly, Fang Daxiang smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits while stroking his long beard.
"Hahaha... Madam praised me, and I also feel that, yes, every time I write, I will make great progress..."
Just as Mr. Fang was boasting and boasting, he saw the housekeeper Fang Shen standing at the door, holding an envelope and peeking his head furtively.
He couldn't help but his face darkened slightly, and he said loudly, "Fang Shen, is there something wrong?"
Fang Shen did not dare to be negligent and quickly answered honestly.
"Sir, the letter Cheng Sanlang sent from Luoyang is for the second young master..."
"..." Mr. Fang's face turned dark. What does that kid want to do?
Cheng Sanlang and the two demon moths of His Highness King Wu jumped to Luoyang. Erlang, his son, was safe and sound these days and finally looked decent.
I thought it would stop, but in the end, I wrote another letter to harass my second son.
Lu couldn't help but feel suspicious and glanced at Erlang. Fang Jun heard that it was a letter from Brother Chu Bi, so he quickly walked over and took it from Fang Shen's hand.
But just when he wanted to open it, he couldn't help but hesitate. After all, what Brother Chu Bi would write down was a mystery.
The main reason is that my strict father and loving mother are right next to me. If I open it at this time, it's okay if it's something serious. I'm just afraid...
Seeing Erlang holding the letter and looking hesitant, Fang Daxiang's narrowed eyes flashed with lightning.
"Erlang, why are you holding this letter in such a daze? Is there something you shouldn't let your father know?"
"How is that possible?" Fang Jun replied subconsciously.
"In that case, why don't you open it and take a look." Fang Daxiang sat down behind the desk, picked up the tea and took a sip.
It's just that his eyes were fixed on the letter. After all, it was his father, so he couldn't just grab it and read it.
Mrs. Lu sat aside, picked up the pot and added tea to her husband and said with a smile.
"Husband, when Cheng Sanlang and His Highness King Wu went to Luoyang, they still remembered to write a letter to Erlang, which proves their deep brotherhood."
"Well, it's true. They don't have a deep brotherhood, and they can't play cards all night long."
Mrs. Lu's hand shook and she almost splashed the hot tea soup on her husband's clothes. She glared at her husband in confusion.
"..." Fang Jun secretly rolled his eyes. What his father likes to do most is to expose his own background and uncover his own dark history.
After copying out the letter, Fang Jun only glanced at it a few times. In an instant, his eyes widened in an exaggerated way.
On the side, Mr. Fang and Mrs. Lu, who seemed to be busy with other things, immediately noticed the strangeness of their own son.
The couple exchanged glances, and their hearts were beating. Could it be that the two guys who had already fled to Luoyang wanted to mess with some evil moth again?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu nodded slightly to her husband, then stood up and walked over, her face full of concern.
"Erlang, why did you look so shocked when you saw Cheng Sanlang's letter? Could it be that something big happened in Luoyang?"
"No, no, everything is fine over there in Luoyang."
Fang Jun quickly and subconsciously put the letter behind him, as if he noticed that his behavior was inappropriate, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
Mrs. Lu took two steps forward with a smile and asked softly in a voice that only Fang Jun could hear.
"Why, is there some big secret that even my mother is not allowed to know?"
"How could a child hide this from his mother..." Fang Jun quickly shook his head, but he stretched his neck and glanced at his biological father with some uneasiness.
Fortunately, at this time, I saw that my biological father seemed to be thinking about some big event, and even his face was turned to the other side.
"Don't worry, your father can't hear it. Come and tell your mother, she will keep it a secret for you."
After receiving his mother's promise, Fang Jun simply handed the letter to his mother, Lu.
Mrs. Lu only scanned a few lines of words, and her eyes suddenly widened. Then she looked at Erlang, and then looked at the letter again, and couldn't help but suck in a toothache.
Fang Jun touched his ashamed face with embarrassment and whispered.
"Mom, what do you think the child should do about this matter?"
Mrs. Lu looked at the letter twice and then at her own son. After thinking for a long time, she gritted her teeth. "What else can I do? I'll naturally let that kid mess around."
"Hmph, even those vulgar warriors can show their faces, why can't we, the old Fang family who inherits poetry and calligraphy, show their faces?"
"Wouldn't this be good?"
"You kid, you're just too thin-skinned. Look at Cheng Sanlang. His Majesty and the Supreme Emperor both drove him up a tree, and the next day he came to you laughing as if nothing was wrong."
"..." Fang Jun touched his face, wanting to tell his mother that his face was actually much thicker than before he followed the two brothers to Luzhou.
But considering my personality in front of my mother and biological father, I gave it all and left it to my mother.
After Fang Jun said goodbye and left, Mrs. Lu sat down next to her husband with a joyful look on her face, her eyes beaming with joy, which made Mr. Fang feel uncomfortable all over.
"Madam, please tell me what is going on?"
I saw my husband looking so anxious that he almost scratched his head.
Mrs. Lu pursed her lips and smiled, and said hesitantly. "I can tell my husband, but husband, you must not spread the word, let alone stop it, otherwise..."
After hearing this, Fang Xuanling reacted immediately and answered immediately.
"If there is something suitable for Erlang, my husband will naturally not stop it, let alone spread it."
"Then I will tell you quietly..."
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Fang Xuanling sat blankly behind the desk, staring dumbfounded at the pleased-looking lady Lu.
After a long while, he couldn't help but said, "Madam, wouldn't this be inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate?" Mrs. Lu glared at Fang Xuanling with some displeasure and said.
"That boy Cheng Sanlang has so many talents, and he is happy with them all, so what else is inappropriate?"
"That boy..." Fang Xuanling wiped his face with a headache. He always felt that this matter, well, would be good for his son, but he still felt that something was wrong...
"My husband, please don't forget the promise you just made. If it's something that's good for our Erlang, you're not allowed to reveal it or stop it."
"Chengchengcheng, my husband will definitely not let it out. Alas... My wife is here, how can I stop my husband?"
Hearing this, Mrs. Lu couldn't help but laugh out loud and glanced at this husband who actually knew how to say naughty words.
When I think about how soon my son Erlang will be able to write beautiful poems and become famous, I feel so happy.
Well, I just don’t know if Erlang’s silly boy will directly cheat on his wife, but given their sweet and sweet relationship as a young couple, it doesn’t matter.
At this moment, General Qin, General Chai, General Yuchi, Li Jing, Li Keshi and other descendants of the Tang Dynasty's important military officials have all received letters from Luoyang...