Chapter 5: Fang Xuanling is my dad

  As soon as I opened my eyes, everything in front of me seemed to be spinning around, and I was so scared that I quickly closed them again. "Young master is awake?!" Green Butterfly's cheerful voice.

  "Uh-huh, woke up... just dizzy." With eyes closed and not daring to open them, there was still a feeling of dizziness.

  "Madam was just here, she made you some medicine and also had me brew a pot of tea to help with the hangover." The gentle voice of Green Butterfly soothed my irritation. Summoning up courage again, Green Butterfly stood by my bed.

  Slender and weak hands held a medicine jar wrapped in cloth and poured it into a bowl on the table.

  "Oh... right, Little Butterfly, how did I get back yesterday?" Drunken amnesia, as long as I'm drunk, I definitely won't remember what happened afterwards for a period of time. Hopefully, I didn't kill anyone with my sword yesterday.

  My hard-earned fat boss.

  "Yesterday, it was His Highness Wu Wang who personally escorted you back to the mansion. I heard from Fang Cheng that you made a big splash at Yun Wen Pavilion." The little maid covered her mouth with her sleeve and giggled, a gentle and youthful breeze of charm blowing towards me.

  She's naturally beautiful, without any pretence, and if she were a few years older, she'd definitely be a stunning beauty.

  My pig brother's face was discovered by the green butterfly, and a red cloud floated on his small face. He pretended to pour tea for me to cover it up and stopped talking. I despise myself, actually drooling at little loli, too evil, I am harmonious.

  A young person who sets a good example for society is not an evil uncle, uh-huh. This afternoon, I will write it down 100 times. Now drink the medicine first, otherwise mom will nag later.

  "Right, you said I'm showing off?" After finishing the medicine, she suddenly remembered that Green Butterfly's words seemed to be left unsaid.

  "It was... it was what Fang Cheng Da Ge said, specifically what it was, Fang Da Ge didn't tell me, only after sending off Wu Wang Gong Zha, he reported to the main mother, I just secretly heard a word or two, saying that you"

  "What's all this, then?" The King of Wu slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "Good!"

  "Ah!..." Was I boasting about taking out my knife to chop down Fat Shopkeeper? Or was I thumping my chest guaranteeing that I would steal Old Master's Jade Ruyi again?

  "This servant is not clear, if Master wants to know, why not let the servant call Brother Fang over to ask..." Green Butterfly handed me a cup of tea with excitement in her eyes. It seems that gossip is...

  A woman's nature. Whether she is 0 or 100 years old, gossip will always be there, and women will forever be passed down...

  "Hmm... forget it, I'll talk about it later when I'm feeling better." She heard my refusal and went "Oh..." The little loli's eyes dimmed, and I almost nodded in agreement out of sympathy. Gritting my teeth, I was a good guy

  Years will not be tempted by the beauty of little loli.

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  "Master Jun... is it true?" Green Butterfly's eyes sparkled like stars, her hands clenched tightly on the hem of her clothes.

  "Of course, only to see the flash of knives and swords, that little kid named Harry bravely stood up, picked up a chair leg and went up, bit his index finger, and wrote on the chair leg the Taoist mantra: mahli mahli hong!"

  A loud shout, a purple lightning bolt... Ka-ching! A group of blood-sucking flying monsters were knocked to the ground. I was enthusiastically telling this little girl the story of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban", of course,

  After I, this great literary master, had embellished this Eastern fantasy story with my own flair. The Green Butterfly was utterly enchanted...

  "Cough, cough... Jun Er!" Turning back, "Mother, how did you come...?" Hurriedly wiping the foamy mouth, he welcomed her at the door.

  Lu smiled and glanced at the obedient Green Butterfly staying in the room: "Girl, go to the kitchen and bring some hot chicken soup for your young master, to nourish his body..."

  "Alright, madam..." The green butterfly slowly left the room with small steps, looking like she was very upset about not being able to finish listening to the story.

  "Are you better now? ...Yesterday when I came back, you were drunk again..." Mrs. Lu gave me a slap with a pampered expression. It's really strange, the beaten me actually felt refreshed and had a kind of joyful feeling.

  It feels like the long-lost family affection has returned.

  "The child didn't want to, but King Wu's mansion insisted on crying and shouting for the child to drink wine, saying it was to celebrate the child's recovery..." He looked at Lu sincerely. I'm innocent, if not for those two psychopaths forcing me yesterday"

  Competing with me in drinking, how could I get drunk and lose consciousness?

  "Rascal, your head injury hasn't fully healed yet, and you're still drinking so much. If it weren't for your mother stopping him yesterday, your father would have torn you apart."

  "What? ... No way, my father?"

  "What's going on? Your father went to Luoyang for official business a few days ago and just returned yesterday. He was thrilled to hear that you had woken up, but before he could even enjoy the news for a moment, you were taken back home by Fang Cheng"

  "Here..." Lu furrowed her brow, looking very troubled.

  The famous Tang Dynasty prime minister is my father. Although I had already known this a few days ago, when I heard Lu's words, I couldn't help but feel shocked and frightened, fearing that the old prime minister would slap me on the head again and wear me out.

  The further back in time, the more troublesome it becomes.

  "Madam, the soup is here... Young master, please drink quickly..." Green Butterfly quietly and gently placed the chicken soup in front of me, a delicious aroma filled my nostrils, not bad.

  "Hurry up and drink... after drinking the soup, come with me to see your father, admit your mistake. Otherwise, it's not a good thing for your father to always be quarreling with you..."

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  On the way to the front yard, "Jun Er, where did you hear that strange thing? Can there be someone in the Great Tang with the surname Ha?" Lu Shi seemed to have been eavesdropping at the door for some time.

  "It's... that's a barbarian, barbarians have this surname, it was just yesterday at the wine-drinking place where I heard someone say it..." He didn't dare tell her that this was a movie story, nor did he dare tell her that this story would only be published after a thousand years.

  "Oh... another day when I'm free, you tell your mother about this again, it's quite interesting... by the way, Jun'er, that green butterfly in your room is getting more and more beautiful..." Old Mother Lu smiled with her hand covering her mouth.

  His eyes were very strange, as if he had seen his own child bring home a prize, with a kind of comfort.

  What's wrong? I feel like something in my room is not quite right. I don't dare ask, afraid that Lu will again use my hysteria as an excuse to drag me away and force-feed me medicine.

  "Mother..." I hesitated at the door of the study, shrinking back. Lu smiled and pushed me from behind: "You're just going to apologize to your father, aren't you? With Mother here, Father won't dare do anything to you...

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  "Oh..." Forget it, I mustered up the courage, I'm not an ordinary person, I came to pay respects to my seniors. Before I could even finish my self-hypnosis, I was pushed into the study by Lu.

  A tall and stately figure, with a straight back, wearing a grey long gown, with three white streaks in his beard, looking extremely calm, holding a pen, leaning on the desk, gazing at me with a pair of eagle eyes.

  Flickering with a faint sense of anger and helplessness, as if seeing a puddle of mud that can't be wiped away...

  "The child... the child has seen his father..." He bowed respectfully, very excited. A famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, one of the founders of the country, and the first to hold the position of Chancellor. In later generations, whenever the governance of Zhenguan is mentioned, the names of Fang and Du are always brought up. How many people have wanted to see him but couldn't?

  I not only met him but also became his adopted son, I'm very happy, and I also became a celebrity.

  "Is the wound better?" Fang Xuanling asked calmly, as if he were a stranger, his hand holding a pen and writing something on the tribute paper on the desk, too far away for me to see clearly.

  "It's much better now, it's just... I've forgotten a lot of things from before."

  "Come over and talk, what's there to be afraid of? If you have the ability, take something to exchange for wine; if not, then admit it." Fang Xuanling didn't even lift his head, continuing to write brush-stroke by brush-stroke.

  "Oh..." Like a snail, it took half a day to finally stand side by side with the famous people of the Tang Dynasty. It felt like standing next to the head of the teaching department when taking a group photo at school - uncomfortable and full of crisis.

  Fang Xuanling's calligraphy is beautiful, with a slight twist of the wrist, each small regular script appears under his brush, and it also makes you feel a strong and ancient style jumping on the paper. Watching Fang Laoye write, it's simply...

  It's just appreciating a mood, very intoxicating.

  The old man seemed to have taken a sly glance at me, I pretended to be dead and continued staring at the couplet with an expression of infatuation and admiration. Since many were traditional Chinese characters, I didn't study classical literature much, only from the surface meaning

  I understand roughly what it means, it seems that Fang Laodou is going to present a memorial about people's livelihood to Emperor Taizong of Tang.

  Fang Xuanling finally settled down, slowly and carefully placing his pen on the pen holder. "I heard that Fang Shen said you went out of the mansion again yesterday?"

  "The old man's intentions are unclear, must be careful in response."

  "Drunk again?" The old man stumbled past me, walking unsteadily to the low couch and sitting down. Immediately, a maid brought tea for the old man. It was strange, why would a high-ranking official like him have maids serving him... uh, seemingly

  It's a bit improper to call her a maid,... at least forty years old, and in appearance... really, I didn't have the courage to take a second look. It seems that Old Mother's supervisory methods have almost reached an art form.

  Tang Dynasty Prime Minister struggled to survive in the palm of a strong woman's hand and mourned for three minutes.

  "...", he stole a glance, and the old man's expression didn't change in the slightest.

  "Come and sit down."

  "Oh..." I plopped myself down in front of the old man, full of anticipation that the waitress auntie would also bring me a cup. Who knew the old man would say: "Get them all to back off..." Swish swish swish, the waitresses were like ninja from the Fire Shadow clan, instantly

  Suddenly disappeared.

  "What nonsense!" The old man shouted angrily, scaring me so much that my hands and feet were shaking.

  "You scoundrel!... Have you forgotten why your father punished you?" The old man's voice grew louder, his originally dignified face began to distort, the three long whiskers started to tremble rhythmically, and his right hand formed a fist.

  Blade-shaped, with signs of flying.

  "Ah?!" Should I loudly cheer for Fang Xuanling's righteous move to severely punish the defeated family, or should I cover my head and flee in a sorry state.

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  Sorry about that! I overslept and just woke up now, so it's late. Don't worry, there's still another chapter tonight.

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