Don't be clouded

Chapter 18 The Prime Minister

Fang Muzhi's servant was still waiting outside the mountain gate, Ji Bieyun found a monk nearby, and asked the monk to help with a message according to the words given by Fang Daxiaozi.

After returning to the room, Fang Muzhi had already occupied his bed, lying on it with his clothes closed, staring at the beam with his eyes open.

Ji Bieyun leaned against the door with his arms folded, and said coldly, "Mr. Fang, do you know that you can't beat me?"

Fang Muzhi said without squinting: "Of course I have no reason to sleep on the floor."

He walked over, bent down and patted Fang Muzhi's shoulder, "Brother Mu, sit up for a while, I have something to say."

Fang Muzhi looked at him suspiciously, but finally compromised and sat up.However, as soon as he sat up straight, his whole body spun, and a moment later he landed on his side, his left leg was tripped by himself in a twisted posture, and there was a burst of pain.

"Ah, my leg!" Young Master Fang lay on the ground, tremblingly reaching for his left leg.

"It's nothing serious, it will recover in two days." Ji Bieyun looked down at him condescendingly, "I'm helping Mr. Fang lie so that the prime minister won't expose him tomorrow."

Fang Muzhi gave up and lay flat on the ground in a brocade robe and jade robe.

"You wait, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

Ji Bieyun bypassed the obstructive body on the ground, sat on the edge of the bed, and then lay down again.He closed his eyes to rest his mind, and smiled, "If the prime minister doesn't come tomorrow, your injury will be in vain."

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Ji Bieyun stayed awake all night and didn't sleep at all, fearing that the young master would play tricks on him.After finally surviving until dawn, there were moanings and moanings from under the bed, mixed with some sarcasm.

He took the ring head knife and stood up suddenly, lowered his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fang Muzhi glanced at him lightly, and replied: "Endorse the book, review your homework, and it will be Chunwei soon."

In the world, there are few high-ranking children who are willing to take the road of imperial examinations to seek official positions. They only want to seek the shelter of their families, but they did not expect that the son of a dignified prime minister is willing to study hard.Ji Bieyun couldn't stop his studies, so he could only lean against the head of the bed with a knife in his arms. In an atmosphere comparable to chanting scriptures, he began to reflect on what step he took wrong after entering Beijing to get to this point.

... must have been born wrong.

When the sky was bright, Ji Bieyun could finally stop being patient, and packed Fang Muzhi and threw him out of the room.

"Remember not to expose my existence, or the rumors of your Fang family will spread throughout the capital overnight."

Young Master Fang spent the whole night with him in fear, with dark circles under his eyes. Hearing these words, even his half-closed eyes widened.

"You... despicable villain!"

Ji Bieyun originally picked out what Fang Muzhi was afraid of to scare him. This young master was afraid of being innocent and wronged, so he threatened his innocence.He twitched the corners of his mouth numbly, and echoed, "Ah, yes, it's right here."

After that, he went back to the room and closed the door.

Counting the time when the Prime Minister was going to court, he waited bored in the room, and sure enough, the Prime Minister had already arrived at the mountain gate of Xuanqing Temple in less than three quarters after he went down to court.This speed must have come by speeding up the pace, it seemed that he was really worried about his son.

Ji Bieyun vaguely saw a monk coming to the guest room with a servant to make an announcement by the window. Fang Muzhi, who had been sitting in the courtyard for a long time, limped out, staggering but stubbornly refusing to let the servant help him. Several times, he brushed away the hand that the boy extended over.

He saw that several people had left, so he followed them out.

There are many pilgrims in the temple, and it is not awkward for him to be among them.When he followed from a distance to the Daxiong Palace, he saw Fang Muzhi suddenly slowed down like a chick returning to its nest, and the arrogant nobleman restrained a lot, and moved forward slowly.

Not far away stood four or five people gathered together, out of tune with the surrounding pilgrims.The leader was a middle-aged man who hadn't had time to change out of his court clothes. He had a long beard, and his brows and eyes still showed the elegance of the past.The aura around him is like a frozen lake in February, invulnerable to swords and guns, he feels cold without getting close, and seems to be equally indifferent and alienated to everyone.

Fang Muzhi was terrified when he saw his father's eyes. The lie he made up yesterday was almost self-defeating in an instant, and he was afraid that he would confess it all in one go.

But at any rate, he has also been this man's son for 20 years, and he has gotten used to it, so he managed to pull himself together and walked up to his father, pretending to be calm and breezy, and bowed down to salute.

"I saw my father."

Fang Sui hummed, "Seeing that you are walking with difficulty, it seems that you are seriously injured."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Fang Muzhi's back.His father is obviously talking ironically, he can still walk on the ground, so the injury is not serious.He didn't dare to raise his head, and said politely: "I was thinking about my father's cough and asthma, and I wanted to ask him to come to the temple to seek peace...the most effective way is to come by yourself."

His father never believed in ghosts and gods, so it was dangerous to say such words, but if his father enshrined this place as a national temple, he probably would not refuse.

After a while, Fang Muzhi didn't wait for the next sentence, his back became more and more stiff, and he secretly raised his head to take a look, only to see his father looking down at him all the time.

"……Father."

Fang Sui wanted to say something, but suddenly raised his hand, covered his sleeve with a wide sleeve, and coughed until his back bent a little.

He hurried forward to help Shun Yi, but as soon as he raised his hand, his father suppressed his cough and said in a cold voice: "The spring is coming, you left your homework and spent a day on the mountain, but you feel that you can't do it with yourself." You must be able to go to high school?"

Fang Muzhi withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and his submissive expression faded.He remembered that there were other people around him, so he didn't talk back as usual, he just lowered his head and said: "What my father taught me is that it's just that my father hasn't recovered after taking the medicine for so long, otherwise we should change another prescription."

"So, have you seen my current recipe?"

Fang Muzhi replied under pressure: "No, I'm just guessing randomly. I also hope that my father will tell the doctor to pick some mild herbs when taking medicine, so that the damage to the body will be less."

Fang Sui showed the smile that a father should have, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes, and reached out to pat Fang Muzhi's shoulder.

"The recipe has been eaten," those eyes swept over him, looking at the Daxiong Palace ahead, "Let's go, take me to burn a stick of incense."

Although it seemed to be a compromise, Fang Muzhi knew in his heart that his father didn't intend to burn this stick of incense at all, it was just a perfunctory one.

In fact, he had long thought of asking his father to come to Xuanqing Temple to pray for safety, but he never had the chance.Fang Muzhi raised his head, glanced at the Buddha in the hall, and suddenly felt that there was no need to burn any incense.He only hoped that Ji Bieyun could see clearly in the dark that his Fang family had always been doing the right thing, so don't make any troubles.

Ji Bieyun put the incense into the three-legged incense burner, turned around and passed the prime minister and his party, and heard the prime minister say again: "After you go down the mountain today, go to Zheng's house to express condolences for me."

Fang Muzhi asked: "Zheng Shilang is from my father's hometown, why didn't my father go in person?"

The prime minister's voice was almost inaudible: "I'm afraid I'll be more ill."

Ji Bieyun stepped into the side path and gradually moved away from the Daxiong Palace.

He heard the conversation between the father and son clearly just now.The prime minister's cough and asthma didn't seem to be pretending, and the relationship with Zheng Yu didn't seem to be as good as the rumors said.

That being the case, the prime minister's suspicion is not the most serious.As for who it is, we have to wait for Deng Que to pass, and he can find out more clearly after he enters the officialdom.

The author says:

Ding, please charge for a sudden drop