Mr. Fang is a scholar in his thirties. He has a handsome face, no need to wear a white face, holding a feather fan, lit a fire, burning incense and playing the piano, and the sound of the piano is charming. The hut he is in is decorated with a unique decoration, and a framed "Memorial to the Master" is hanging behind him. His writing is handsome, just like everyone's handwriting. There are two words written on the signature, Fang Luo.

This place is located in the Eastern Palace and is the residence of the Prince's Guest House.

After a while, the sound of rapid snow stomping in the yard outside the house. When the sound was heard, Mr. Fang smiled slightly, as if he was a little disdainful, and a little helpless. Then he stood up. Someone would push the door in. He was dressed luxuriously and had a mustache, and walked very hard. It was the current crown prince Li Chengping.

"Mr. Fang is in great interest." The prince bowed.

Mr. Fang nodded and smiled back: "Your Highness, it has been an hour since you and I made an appointment."

The prince was a little embarrassed and waved his hand quickly: "Mr. Fang, please forgive me, the front hall is busy, so I missed the time."

"It's okay, you are the prince. When will you arrive when you want, just talk about it casually. Your Highness doesn't have to care." Mr. Fang responded.

The prince stopped talking and nodded and sat down. Mr. Fang poured him incense tea. He started drinking it and said, "This time I asked Mr. Fang, I still wanted to ask what my husband taught me before, what he would do next."

Mr. Fang gently shook the feather fan, even in the cold winter, and then spoke: "Your Highness asked me two things, one was to win over Yu Cheng'an and the other was to kill Wei Chaoren. I don't know which one was."

"I want to ask both of them." The prince put down the teacup he drank.

"Currently, only one thing can be made." Mr. Fang replied calmly, and did not pour tea for the prince again.

"Can't you do two things together? I don't think it's difficult. After Yu Chengan spoke last time, he could see that he was leaning towards me.

And no one spoke for him at all. I listened to your idea and let someone report his letter halfway. My father believed it, and he would never see him again. He was probably dead." The prince frowned and said quickly. After saying that, he found that no one poured tea, so he had to pour incense tea himself and drink it. His expression was dissatisfied, but he didn't know whether it was because no one poured tea or because of what he said just now.

Mr. Fang just shook his head calmly: "No, now I can only do one thing. That's just what Your Highness sees. It's not the truth. The two are very different."

The prince was a little impatient and waved his sleeves and said, "Then kill Wei Chaoren. It will be more convenient to win over Yu Cheng'an after killing Wei Chaoren. Didn't he always hope that Wei Chaoren will die?"

Mr. Fang bowed: "Your Highness is wise, this order of doing things is the best, but... I still want to know one thing."

The prince said indifferently: "If you say anything, I will tell you everything as long as you can accomplish something."

Mr. Fang hesitated and asked: "Does Yu Cheng'an hope Wei Chaoren's death more or your Majesty hope Wei Chaoren's death more? Please give your highness a replies..."

"What are you asking about this?" the prince was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, with a flustered look and asked loudly.

Mr. Fang hurriedly bowed: "I just want to ask. If your Highness is the only one who wants to plan, you will do your best. If you just please Yu Cheng'an, don't be anxious. You can take your time. If your Highness is inconvenient to answer, you can also not answer..."

After hearing this, the prince slowly calmed down and sat down slowly. His eyes flashed and fluttered. A thin face twisted in one place. He looked at the table for a long time before speaking: "What I mean, I want Wei Chaoren to die more!"

After saying that, he stood up, his face gloomy, and seemed to feel uncomfortable. He turned around and pushed the door out, and walked out of the courtyard with his head raised and his chest raised.

"Greatly send your honor to your Highness!" Mr. Fang bowed and gave a smile, a smile on his lips. It was worth tempting although it was dangerous. He now knew something interesting. Even if he was the lord of the Eastern Palace, the future emperor and the prince could not get rid of the shadow of the loser.

The more confident a person is, the more inferior he is, and the more he pretends not to care, the more he cares about things he cares. It seems that his plan is right.

.........

While grinding ink, Ajiao looked at the night outside the window. In winter, the stars were sparse and the moon was as cold as a hook. The old persimmon trees outside the study had all their leaves. They stood barely in the snow. From time to time, you could hear the dogs in the remote guarding hospital barking.

"What are grandpa trying to write?" Gillian asked her concentrating grandpa after polishing the ink.

"Do you still remember what he said when he first met that boy?" Degong put down his pen and said, "If everyone's subconscious deviations continue to overlap, the difference will be very different when they hear the saint. I have been an official for so many years, and I can vaguely feel the invisible hindrance, but it is difficult to explain. I want to eradicate it but have no way to start.

But Li Xingzhou's words that day made me suddenly realize. After returning home, I began to write memorials. If I wanted to clearly state the principles and interests of the emperor, it would benefit the people and consolidate the country.

Unfortunately, it was easy to hear him say a lot of things, but I thought about it myself but didn’t understand it so much, so I thought about it and stopped until today. That boy is really a strange person. Is there really a person who is born to know in the world?"

After saying that, Degong took a sip of fragrant tea and stroked his beard and said, "And the way he said later on, how to control people's hearts and tell people the truth, which is amazing. Listening to his words is better than reading a book for ten years."

"The prince always seems to have a reason to be incomprehensible in his words." Gillian also agreed.

Degong nodded: "What a pity, if he was not so casual and unruly, and had no intention of preventing things before he could happen, he would be the pillar of the country."

Listening to her grandfather’s regretful words, she remembered what He Qian said in the restaurant before. She said that the original handwriting of Master Lu You seemed to be exactly the same as the one hanging in the prince’s room. Grandpa and herself thought she had misunderstood. How could that be possible? Master Lu’s work is a masterpiece of everyone, and ordinary people can’t copy it even if they copy it.

But she noticed another thing in He Qian's story.

He Qian also said that the prince was a drunkard and perverted. He lived in the same yard with two girls at a young age. He did not care about parting, did not respect etiquette, and was shameless and vulgar.

She knew that the prince was good at drinking. He always liked to let her pour wine, and he was used to it.

She didn't know that the prince was lustful. At least the prince had never shown it in front of her. Even if he sat beside him, he never made any inappropriate moves, and his eyes were always so open and natural. But he also heard rumors from the outside that the prince liked to go to the fireworks place the most and lingered among the red fans.

Although she was resistant, she also knew that the rumors should be true. People as free and unrestrained as the prince... might be unrestrained and a hint of blush appeared on her face.

As I thought about it, I thought of two maids named Qiu'er and Yue'er beside him, one was quiet and generous, the other was lively and charming. I guess it was because of this that the prince would not look at her. The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was stuck in my heart.
Chapter completed!