"If we follow this, what will Fang Chongyong do?"

Li Longji nodded and continued to ask. He no longer wanted to think about what to do. The matter of killing three children in one day was a bit messy, which made him a little confused. At this time, he did not want to do multiple-choice questions, let alone do any quiz questions.

Only true-false questions are his cup of tea. Now Li Longji just wants others to give him advice. He can just answer "yes" or "no".

"I heard that three scholars who participated in the imperial examination this year also followed Fang Chongyong to help him. It is better to meet the Minister of Rites in advance and not admit these three people as a punishment."

Gao Lishi suggested in a low voice.

"Very good. As for the others, except Fang Chongyong, they must be domestic slaves, so there is no need to punish them."

Li Longji waved his hand and laughed loudly.

The dust of the times finally passed by Fang Dafu, Fang Laique and his father and his son with great difficulty, without crushing them into a pile of meat under the mountain.

Ordinary people's jokes are often just a laugh; noble people's jokes are often a dead end. The same words, said by different people, have completely different effects.

"As for the child Fang Chongyong, I just need to bring him to Xingqing Palace and let the saint see him. It is up to him to decide how to deal with the saint.

If nothing happens, his home is just behind Xingqing Palace. You can go home as soon as you leave the palace. If something happens, he will be detained in the palace to teach him a lesson. The saint can only be a virtuous person to discipline his disobedient children.

, so why not?"

Gao Lishi looked at the corners of Li Longji's mouth and knew that the other person's mood had improved.

"Don't be busy. Let him stay in the prison of Dali Temple for three days first. After three days, bring this disobedient child to Xingqing Palace. I also want to see how this little bastard transforms from stupidity to unteachable.

Become the talented and intelligent person you are now."

Li Longji's mood improved and he said to Gao Lishi: "I went to the Liyuan to see how Aunt Gongsun taught her incompetent disciples. You can take care of Fang Chongyong's matter. Let the people over at Dali Temple take care of it.

, don’t be hungry.”

Li Longji waved his hand and walked outside the main building of the Qin Government Affairs. Gao Lishi sighed in his heart that in the past few years, Li Longji spent more time going to the Liyuan than to the Zichen Hall of the Daming Palace.

Sure enough, now that the world is singing and dancing, Li Longji also wants to enjoy it.

Gao Lishi walked out of Xingqing Palace and saw that the sunset was about to set and the drums for the curfew were already beating. He exhaled a breath and thought to himself: This time he saved Fang Chongyong's life, and he will wait until next time to return to Chang'an with virtue.

To report on my work, I need to extort a lot of money from him.

……

In a small cell in Dali Temple Prison, Fang Chongyong looked at the almost unrecognizable Yan Zhuang, who looked like he was mourning for his heir, and sighed with emotion: "So you are here too!"

"Look at what Xiao Langjun said, I have been hoping that you and Zheng Shijun will fish me out. But it's just that Zheng Shijun didn't come, and you actually came in too. What should I do?"

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Yan Zhuang lamented that Fang Chongyong's imprisonment had dispelled the only extravagant hope in his heart. In his eyes, Zheng Shuqing, an old bureaucrat who always talks about cheating, is not reliable at all. This young gentleman can still look forward to it.

Of course, he thought so yesterday, but he doesn’t think so now.

"When you go to jail, you are just in jail. But when I go to jail, I am experiencing life."

Fang Chongyong did not dislike the bad smell on Yan Zhuang's body, sat down next to him, and then said plausibly: "If so-and-so guessed correctly, so-and-so will leave here tonight, or at most tomorrow morning."

"Isn't this...impossible?"

Yan Zhuang asked with some doubt. He had read many books, how could he not know that Dali Temple was easy to get in and out?

"Then let's wait and see."

Fang Chongyong hummed twice, ignored Yan Zhuang, and began to close his eyes to rest.

After a while, Yan Zhuang couldn't help it anymore, and he asked in a low voice with some uncertainty: "Why did Xiao Langjun enter Dali Temple? You are still a child!"

"It's nothing. The saint killed three sons in one day, and then I collected the bodies of those three princes and buried them. One of them was the former prince."

Fang Chongyong looked indifferent and spoke very calmly.

"Oh, it turns out we just buried the prince..."

Yan Zhuang suddenly noticed something was wrong, looked at Fang Chongyong suddenly and asked: "What are you talking about? A saint kills three sons in one day, and then you..."

"Yes, the corpse was hanging on the beam of the lobby of Chengdong Station with its tongue hanging out. It looked really scary."

Fang Chongyong continued to say indifferently.

"Then you were arrested?"

Yan Zhuang was about to cry but had no tears. He looked at Fang Chongyong with a sad face and asked.

"Absolutely. I should stay for one night and then leave. It's not a big deal."

Fang Chongyong nodded slightly.

"It's over, it's all over. You might die before me. Why are you so calm now!"
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