"Prince, and the people of King Wei?"

Fang Xuanling frowned and ordered: "Dalang, go outside and see what's going on."

His meaning is very clear.

The prince and the king of Wei himself did not come.

The little minions they have are not ready for the prime minister of a country to take action.

But having said that, even if the prince himself arrives, with Fang Xuanling's rank, there is no need to greet him personally.

Fang Yi left quickly.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw dust flying at the door of the house, people were on their backs, and more than twenty people who looked like servants were mixed together, struggling with each other, and screaming.

There were also some melon-eaters, who formed a circle on three floors inside and three outside, watching with great interest and pointing at the scene.

What's even more outrageous is.

Even the street vendors came.

"Candied Haw Lu——"

"Cooking cakes...does anyone buy cooking cakes? Freshly baked cooking cakes——"

"Preserved fruit is sweet, taste it first before buying it——"

…

Watch this scene.

Fang Yi was confused in the wind. After being stunned for a moment, he became angry and yelled: "Stop it!"

The scene came to a standstill.

Everyone turned around and saw a young scribe standing at the door of the house, staring here with an angry face.

The people on both sides were suddenly startled.

They quickly let go of each other, straightened their messy clothes, and bowed to Fang Yizhi: "Fang Dalang."

"snort!"

Fang Yizhi snorted coldly, stood on the high steps, and scanned the crowd.

The eldest brother, who was very nerdy in front of his family, now felt proud and dignified, making people feel sacred and inviolable.

"What happened?"

He calmed down and asked with a stern face: "Why are there a crowd gathering at the door of my house to fight?"

The voice fell.

A black-faced servant jumped out immediately.

"Da Lang, we must have done it intentionally."

He pointed at another group of people and said loudly: "They are people from the East Palace, they want to jump in line!"

"Bah! Do you still have the nerve to say that?"

The tall and thin man opposite him immediately retorted: "We are waiting here, but when you come, you have to grab the position!"

"Fart! We were the ones who came first!"

"Shuzi! What nonsense!"

"Who are you scolding? The people in the East Palace are so arrogant and unreasonable!"

"You, Prince Wei, are the ones who do it yourself!"

…

The two sides had a disagreement and started fighting again.

Fang Yi felt his head pounding when he heard it, and couldn't help shouting: "Stop making noise!"

"snort!"

Both sides snorted in unison and stopped.

However, they were still unconvinced and glared at each other, their faces red and thick-necked, like cockfighting cocks.

Fang Yizhi's expression softened slightly and asked:

"Everyone, you are all subordinates of the prince, representing the East Palace and the King of Wei. I wonder what you have to do with my Erlang?"

The black-faced servant immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "My King Wei wants to invite Fang Erlang to a banquet!"

The tall and thin man came out immediately, stood side by side, clasped his fists and said, "His Royal Highness is hosting a banquet in the East Palace, and I would like to invite Mr. Erlang!"

"hiss……"

Fang Yizhi was stunned immediately.

As the eldest brother, he also heard about his brothers' affairs.

Whether it is the prince or the king of Wei, Fang Ying is not close to them, especially those in the East Palace. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are enemies.

But what happens now?

Fang Yizhi frowned, feeling a little tricky... Although he was a bit bookish, he also knew very well that the Crown Prince and the King of Wei were competing for the throne!

Involving palace political struggles.

If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces.

…

at the same time.

The people around him screamed in surprise.

"Oh my God! Did I hear you right?"

"The Crown Prince and the King of Wei actually invited Fang Er to the banquet at the same time?"

"And he was so urgent that he even fought at the door of the house in order to ask the person to leave."

"This shows that Fang Er is very popular!"

"More than that? He is so red!"

"Ah! As expected of Wolong, the consort of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty? Friend of the brothel in Pingkangfang? Let women quickly write poems? Real man? Fang Erlang!"

…

Listen to a series of prefixes.

My eldest brother, I feel a little confused.

What did Erlang do? When did he gain this reputation?

Also, what does it mean to ask a woman to write poetry quickly? The poetry girl is an oiran, how can she fail to express her meaning in such a way...

etc!

Shishi? Or wet?

Fang Yizhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling like he understood something.

...is there a possibility.

When we were young, we often played games, and whoever lost would be fooled. Erlang was stupid at that time and often lost... Now he is very talented, could it be that I was fooled?

The elder brother smiled.

He felt he had found the answer.

"Ahem..."

Fang Yizhi coughed a few times, attracted the attention of the surrounding people, clasped his fists and said:

"Thank you for showing your love to my Erlang. However, Erlang was left alone by the saint and has not returned home yet."

Someone hurriedly asked loudly: "May I ask Da Lang, when will the consort come back?"

"This...it's hard to say."

Fang Yizhi shook his head and said: "I heard from my father that Erlang will be left here for a long time, and he may not be able to come back in the next few days."

"What?!"

The expressions of the people on both sides changed slightly.

A turmoil arose in my heart... The saint left Fang Ying behind and didn't return for several days. This meant that there was something important to discuss with him in detail!

No wonder.

My master put up such a big show.

It turns out that we had received the news a long time ago and asked us to come in advance to invite Fang Er to a banquet so as to win this general into our camp!
To be continued...