The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 205

[Chapter 205 Invite him in]

Yang Ming lowered his head, gritted his teeth, wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but still nothing came out.

The old man looked at Yang Ming, sighed for a while, and said, “What is the reason? Tell your father the truth.”

He had a son at an old age, and he had such a son when he was nearly forty years old.

Therefore, I have always regarded it as the apple of my eye since I was a child. I hold it in my hand for fear of falling and hold it in my mouth for fear of melting.

Maybe it was because of this that he developed an arrogant temper.

When the battle between King Ning and King Kang was at its most intense, it caused so many troubles.

“Fang Xiu”

Yang Ming raised his eyes, his eyes concealing overwhelming hatred, and said expressionlessly: “Is Fang Xiu here?”

Fang Xiu?

The old man was slightly startled, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, but he didn’t think of it anyway.

It wasn’t until he saw the look in his son’s eyes that he suddenly reacted.

The guy who chopped off his son’s arm at the banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion, the legitimate son of Uncle An Ping, and the popular man in front of Your Majesty, seems to be called Fang Xiu!

Moreover, this person happened to be the Zuozhonglang general of the Habayashi Guards.

When the old man heard the name, his expression darkened.

This guy didn’t give himself any respect as the Minister of Rites, and he dared to cut off Yang Ming’s arm in front of hundreds of officials and so many nobles.

This fact made him determined to get rid of this person.

But later, when I saw His Majesty’s attitude towards this matter, I was worried that something might happen, so I didn’t take any action.

Moreover, this person is also An Pingbo’s legitimate son.

As one of the nine important generals of the Chu State, An Pingbo held military power, and he was not in the capital.

If his son is really killed, who knows what An Pingbo will do after he falls into madness. At that time, he, the Minister of Rites, will still have to bear the blame.

But

even so, the old man still held a grudge against Fang Xiu.

“It’s indeed him.”

The old man looked at Yang Ming with more understanding in his eyes, and asked softly: “What happened between you and him?”

After receiving the answer, Yang Ming’s expression became more gloomy, and his eyes became more resentful. , said: “I spent money to buy some rogue gangsters and asked them to cause trouble for Fang Xiu.”

When the old man heard this answer, he sighed secretly.

Someone cuts off one of your arms, but you just want to bribe some rogues?

What a bunch of people can do.

As the saying goes, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Rather than bribe some unworthy gangsters and do some trivial and dirty things, it is better to do nothing and lie dormant.

Wait until you find the right moment to take action, directly hitting Fang Xiu’s life gate.

As the saying goes, if you don’t make a sound, it’s enough. It’s

such a simple truth that it’s so simple to become a blockbuster. Why can’t my stupid son, who has read poetry and books, not understand it?

Although the old man thought so in his heart.

But in fact, he himself also understood that no one could remain calm if an arm was cut off.

No matter how strong a person is, when he sees his empty sleeves and thinks of the pain and blood he felt, his heart will feel like a knife piercing him.

Yang Ming has never suffered any grievances since he was born, and his journey has been smooth sailing.

As a representative of the Ministry of Rites, attending Prince Ning’s Mansion was supposed to be a glorious event, but someone cut off an arm and left him with a lifelong disability.

Even he himself, at this age, may not be able to bear it.

He kept blaming Yang Ming for causing trouble for him.

But where in the world can I not love my children?

The old man also saw Yang Ming’s various behaviors after the banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion, and felt pain in his heart.

This time Fang Xiu took the initiative to come to the door, which was a great opportunity to relieve Yang Ming’s depression.

No matter what he has committed, he is his son. Unless His Majesty personally conveys the order, no one can capture him from the Shangshu Mansion!

What’s more, what does it mean to collude with gangsters?

Furthermore, which of the gangsters in the capital is not the scum of the world with no sense of benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust? If they say they are colluding with Yang Ming, are they really colluding with Yang Ming?

How credible can the one-sided words of a group of ruffians be?

In just a few seconds, the whole thing had gone through the old man’s mind several times.

After years of ups and downs, he has never seen any big storms. In his eyes, this matter is really just a trivial matter.

If it wasn’t to relieve the depression in his precious son’s heart, he wouldn’t need to do anything.

Just because he didn’t have court documents, he could send Fang Xiu and the little catcher away.

There was a look of contemplation on the old man’s face. After a moment, he raised his eyes to look at the servant kneeling on the ground and ordered: “Go out and invite General Fang Zhonglang to the house and tell him that I have something I want to talk to him about.”

When the servant heard this, he stood up, bowed, and said respectfully: “Yes, Master!”

Outside the Shangshu Mansion, Fang Xiu looked at the flying characters on the plaque with an expression of interest on his face.

As a double-major in Chinese language and literature and history, he has done extensive research and is very interested in calligraphy.

The five characters ‘Ministry of Rites, Minister’s Mansion’ were obviously written by a famous calligrapher from the previous dynasty, but he couldn’t think of a name at the moment.

I don’t know how much money this plaque could be sold for if I took it down and put it on the black market.

“General Fang Zhonglang”

About a stick of incense passed. The servant who spoke before walked out of the door of Shangshu Mansion and looked at Fang Zhong. Xiu said, “My master wants to talk to you about something.” When

Fang Xiu heard this, he smiled and said, “Okay.”

“Please!”

The servant made an invitation gesture.

Fang Xiu shook his head and said, “I don’t have the strength to tie a chicken, so I just entered Shangshu’s Mansion alone. If I encounter any bad people, I’m afraid it will be difficult to escape unscathed.” When

the servant heard this, he gave a slight sigh. Startled.

No matter how you look at this guy, he doesn’t look like he is powerless. In any case, he is also a Zuo Zhonglang general and an official of the imperial court. He doesn’t feel ashamed to speak nonsense in front of so many people in broad daylight.

Moreover, this is the Mansion of the Minister of Rites, what kind of bad people can we encounter?

Does this guy mean that the master who is the first-rank official of the imperial court and the Minister of Etiquette will be a bad person?

“Then what do you think we should do?”

When the master gave the order before, he said ‘please’.

Since it is a request, no coercive means can be used.

What’s more, there are so many powerful guards standing behind this man.

If there was a fight, one hundred of him wouldn’t even be enough to fight.

Therefore, it is better to value peace and seek his opinion. If it is within a reasonable range, it is barely acceptable.

After all, the master said to ‘please’!

(End of chapter)