Chapter 0006: Ancestors and Forefathers Above

But just as the hand was about to reach Fang Jifan's cheek, it suddenly stopped. Fang Jinglong's angry face instantly lost all color, resembling a defeated rooster, with tears welling in his eyes. He sighed and said: "Jifan, when your mother passed away, she repeatedly urged me to treat you well. Over the years, I have not dared to take a new wife or a concubine, fearing that I would betray your deceased mother. You... have turned out this way... cough cough..." He coughed desperately, sighing again: "Jifan, when your mother passed away, she repeatedly urged me to treat you well. Over the years, I have not dared to take a new wife or a concubine, fearing that I would betray your deceased mother. You... have turned out this way... cough cough..." He coughed violently, covering his heart, choking back tears as he said: "It is my fault, all my fault. You have been without a mother since you were young. No more, no more. As long as you are safe and sound, that is enough."

Ancestors..." Fang Jinglong raised his hands to the sky and roared: "Unworthy descendants!"

The Emperor Hongzhi suddenly appeared radiant, filled with unexpected joy

Wishing to scold a few words, yet unable to voice them, I simply said to the eunuchs beside me: "Has the Duke of Nanhe not entered the capital? Why has he not yet come to pay his respects? I have been waiting here all this time; go to the Tongzhengsi and urge them a bit."

Yang Guan was as if he had lost his mother: "Selling... selling... sold..."

It turns out that the mahogany official hat chair in this room has disappeared, and the tea table along with the calligraphy and paintings on the wall have also vanished without a trace, even the lamp stand has inexplicably disappeared.

The main hall of the Nanhe Bo Mansion is remarkably grand, and this solitary long bench gives a particularly striking impression

Fang Jifan was so frightened that his face turned pale. Isn't his father a general? How can he have such poor stress resistance

Fang Jinglong was busy propping himself up with his hands. As his body swayed, he finally managed to regain his composure, but was immediately consumed by rage. Suddenly, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he raised his hand to strike Fang Jifan's face fiercely.

Indeed, what one fears often comes to pass. Hongzhi then smiled and said, "If that is the case, then... let it be brought here for me to listen."

It is fortunate that the people in the residence are all in disarray, failing to notice anything unusual about this young master Fang.

He smiled bitterly, merely shook his head, and suddenly, as if recalling something, his expression tensed up again. Unable to restrain himself, he asked: "Is the baby... still here?"

Fang Jifan and Yang Guan were already rushing over, and they saw Fang Jinglong pounding his chest and stamping his feet, crying out with a voice that shook the very tiles: "Heavens... what kind of sin have I committed..."

Hongzhi leaned slightly, showing a hint of displeasure: "You have studied for half a month, and you have only memorized these five characters? The masters of the Zhan Shi Fu have taught you diligently, yet you have not absorbed a single word?"

Zhu Houzhao lowered his head and behaved submissively, not daring to raise his eyes to look at Hongzhi

Zhu Houzhao, trembling with fear: "Your humble servant ... ... Your humble servant ... ... "

His treasures are naturally those jars and bottles collected in the study, as well as some ancestral heirlooms. He arrived at the study, panting, and his eyes fell upon the direction of the display cabinet.

He quickly supported Fang Jinglong, as cries of distress echoed from behind: "This is terrible, this is terrible, the master has fainted, quickly summon a doctor, please bring a doctor."

He leaned against the soft cushion, holding a treatise on the "Argument Against Deceit" while summoning Nan and Bo. Meanwhile, Crown Prince Zhu Houzhao stood carefully beside him, his face resembling the color of pig liver

Fang Jifan examined Fang Jinglong's breath; fortunately, it was relatively smooth. Although the pulse was weak, it was not irregular, which relieved his mind.

... ...

This burly soldier suddenly had tears welling in the corners of his eyes, and in an instant, he fell to his knees with a thud, crying out, "Unworthy descendants, how can I face our ancestors..."

Seeing the frightened expression of Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Hongzhi unexpectedly felt a softening in his heart, and his stern gaze melted away. He sighed and said, "Ah, you have been spoiled by your mother. You must not behave like this in the future; you need to apply yourself to your studies."

Placed here ... ...

Recently, Emperor Hongzhi has not been in good health; however, he has always been diligent. Even when feeling unwell, he still dares not neglect his duties in governance

Fang Jinglong wept bitterly, repeatedly prostrating himself on the ground, lamenting and blaming himself to the heavens and the earth. Meanwhile, Yang, the steward, hurried to help the despondent Fang Jinglong to his feet.

Fang Jinglong suddenly felt darkness enveloping him and collapsed silently.

Yang, the steward, expressed his grievances: "The master has gone to the south, and the young master has become the head of the household. I can try to intervene, but it is futile. Moreover, the master has long stated that as long as the young master is happy, everything can be discussed. When the master wrote to me, he emphasized that the urgent matter is to treat the young master's illness, which is a brain disorder. It is absolutely crucial not to provoke the young master. Therefore, everything must be done to accommodate him..."

Hongzhi frowned, revealing a stern expression: "You are the Crown Prince, destined to inherit the great rule in the future. If you do not study, how can you understand principles? Without understanding principles, how can you govern the world?"

Yes

Fang Jinglong felt a darkness before his eyes and instinctively said: "The tables and chairs... have they actually been sold?"

The Emperor Hongzhi let out a bitter smile and shook his head: "You..."

This enormous palm arced through the air, and Fang Jifan instinctively closed his eyes, thinking to himself, it's over, let them strike, for such a scoundrel and wastrel, to be fair, I would almost want to slap myself in the mirror every day.

The Fang family is in a state of chaos, with chickens flying and dogs jumping around, creating a complete mess

long bench

Zhu Houzhao is the only son of Emperor Hongzhi, and naturally, he is greatly favored by him. Looking at the young crown prince before him, Hongzhi's eyes are filled with affection: "I have heard that recently your teachers have been instructing you in 'On Debating Treachery,' written by Su Xun. Although this text may seem somewhat harsh, it also has its merits. Have you studied it thoroughly?"

Fang Jinglong let out a long sigh and, filled with anger, said to Manager Yang: "The young master wants to sell the land. Why did you not write to me to discuss this matter? Why... do you allow him to act so recklessly?"

The Warm Hall of the Forbidden City

But who knows, at this moment not only did the items on the antique shelf vanish without a trace, but even the antique shelf itself disappeared.

Zhu Houzhao lowered his head and said: "I, your subject, acknowledge my mistake"

Fang Jinglong's eyes were glazed over, yet a clever servant had already come to pour tea. However, the tea was not served in a white porcelain cup, but rather... um... in a large bowl, which was a ceramic bowl that clearly had cracks. Of course, these were not from age, but rather the characteristic cracks that occur due to the poor quality of the pottery after firing.

Not long ago, someone came to report that Fang Jinglong, the Southern He Bo, had returned triumphantly from the southwestern tribal rebellion and had already entered the capital, soon to be received in the palace.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath, seeing the helpless expressions of the crowd. He felt a sense of guilt in his heart, yet he had to muster his spirits and said with full vigor: "Manager Yang, you go personally to invite the doctor. Deng Jian, go fetch a towel to dampen it."

Fang Jinglong's face, which naturally exuded authority, instantly turned bewildered, as if overshadowed by dark clouds. He stammered, "Isn't it all sold... all sold..."

After organizing for a long time, I could no longer memorize it

Zhu Houzhao's bright eyes suddenly appeared bloodshot, as he anxiously fixed his gaze on the boots beneath him, stammering, "Things... things must... must happen, reason... reason..."

"Master, please calm your anger." Manager Yang was just about to step forward

This damned spendthrift ... . ... Fang Jifan does not know whether he is cursing that guy from the past or himself

In the midst of speaking, he had already shot forward like a released arrow, rushing towards the study.

Upon arriving in the hall, Fang Jinglong was just about to instruct, "Bring the tea..."

Sighing deeply, Fang Jinglong was at a loss for words as he continued to walk towards the hall. Fang Jifan clicked his tongue, resembling a child who had made a mistake, and hesitated before finally catching up. He truly wished to comfort his father, yet he was unsure of how to express it.

Can look around

Zhu Houzhao's eyes flickered with a cunning glint. In the past, whenever his father reprimanded him, as long as he showed a fearful expression, his father would always soften. Today was no exception, and he quickly said: "I will remember, Your Majesty"

It is a willow wood table, clearly a somewhat old item, along with... two long benches...