Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Inside the inn, Fang Zheng dismissed everyone and sat on the bed, lost in thought all afternoon.

It was late when he finally opened his eyes.

The current situation seemed like a 'certain death' scenario, but with careful maneuvering, there was still a great chance to get through it safely.

For him to rely on running away was out of the question, which meant he could only wait for Da Jing to win a victory and come to his rescue.

If he wanted to go home sooner, the battle had to be fought according to what Zhou Tie said, breaking the opponent's spine in one fell swoop.

He needed to send messages out and protect his life within... the biggest problem now was whether he could handle Linglong for external communication.

Yesterday, he saw Paba leave, while Linglong had been inside the room the entire time, so the two of them shouldn't have had any contact.

After half a day of thinking, Fang Zheng had some strategies in mind.

He would just wait until tomorrow to call Linglong over and display his traditional skills... as for whether it would work, he could only rely on luck.

Thinking about it, a smile crept onto Fang Zheng's lips.

Looking back on his life, it had truly been exciting as hell, and now he was going to walk on the edge of death again!

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The next day, Fang Zheng didn't get up until the afternoon, leisurely.

After changing his clothes, he ordered people to prepare a table of fine wine and dishes.

Then, he had Zhou Tie notify the guards of the inn, and the inn guards notify Linglong to come up and serve him.

After that, Zhang Biao and Zhou Tie switched shifts to guard the staircase on the first floor, preventing anyone from coming upstairs to eavesdrop or investigate.

Linglong immediately arrived outside Fang Zheng's door upon receiving the notification and gently knocked.

Fang Zheng quickly tidied himself up, making sure he looked neat and dashing before going to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Linglong stood straight at the door. Fang Zheng looked surprised and said, "Linglong? I didn't call for you, why did you come up here?"

Linglong was a little surprised: "Someone notified me that Lord Fang asked me to come and serve him in bed."

"Who notified you?"

"The guard downstairs."

"Ah! That must have been arranged by State Preceptor Paba. This Paba is really being redundant! If I wanted to call you, wouldn't it be better to just have my men call you?" Fang Zheng sighed.

"Ah?" Linglong hesitated: "Then should I leave?"

Fang Zheng said warmly: "Since you're already here, I happen to be eating. I can't finish it all alone, let's eat together."

"Lord, your status is noble, is this appropriate?" Linglong hesitated.

"What's inappropriate? Can't Jin women and men sit at the same table to eat?" Fang Zheng pulled Linglong into the room without explanation, "It's the same whether one person eats or two people eat, it's more lively."

Linglong sat down, feeling flattered. Fang Zheng sat directly opposite her, first picking up a chopstick of food for her and saying, "Eat, don't be polite."

"Thank you, Lord." Linglong ate in small bites, occasionally stealing glances at Fang Zheng.

This person... gives people a very strange feeling, as if he doesn't regard himself as a servant at all.

"Linglong, where do you live, do you live in the city?" Fang Zheng asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Linglong put down her chopsticks and shook her head: "No, my family originally grazed livestock outside the city. I also live outside the city. A year ago, the palace selected palace maids, and I was selected to go in."

Living outside the palace, that's even better!

Fang Zheng was overjoyed: "Then can you usually go home while you're in the palace?"

"I can't go back... I have to wait a few years before I can leave the palace."

"Then you should have refused Paba to come here to serve me! You can find a good man to marry when you leave the palace. How muddled, why did you agree to him? Even if I don't do anything, what about your reputation?" Fang Zheng asked with concern.

Linglong's expression suddenly became a little sad, and she smiled reluctantly: "I am a slave, whatever the State Preceptor asks me to do, I must do. Does Lord Fang dislike my ugly appearance? Actually, you can tell..."

"How could that be!" Fang Zheng said righteously: "You're not ugly, to be honest, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in Jin."

"Ah...."

"It's just that I can't understand why you don't respect women so much here. You're not an object, how can you let people send you back and forth? It's too much!" Fang Zheng scolded, "I've never seen such an outrageous thing in Da Jing!"

"What's more, I'm married, how can I betray my woman?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Linglong's eyes: "Does Lord Fang only have one wife? Is this how it is in Jing?"

"That's not the case, but the young people in my family advocate loving only one person in their life, and the two of them accompany each other for life until they grow old. If one party seeks a new love, they will be spurned."

"It's not enough for two people to truly love each other, they also have to pay a sky-high bride price to marry her home. The money is all managed by the wife, the man is responsible for earning money to support the family, and the woman is responsible for being beautiful. By the way, how much does it cost for ordinary people here to marry a woman?"

The women of Jing live such happy lives? What kind of paradise life is this?

Before she could say a few words, Linglong had already been shaken and her mind was unstable. The impact was too great, and the seam of the new world had just been pried open, and the three views were a little unbearable.

She could only stammer and say: "A few taels of silver is enough."

"Bang!" Fang Zheng slammed the table, his face full of indignation: "Isn't this bullying honest women? It's not much different from cattle and sheep at such a cheap price!"

"It takes ordinary people there to empty six pockets of the whole family to marry a girl. Oh, starting from the great-grandfather's generation. What we pay attention to is an eight-carried sedan chair, phoenix coronet and robes, three letters and six rituals, and a formal marriage. This is called respecting women!"

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he quickly glanced at Linglong. Seeing that her expression was a little silly, obviously she hadn't absorbed it yet, so he quickly said: "Sorry Linglong, I'm sorry, I was a little out of control. You can ask me anything you want to ask."

Linglong's heart was surging, and after hesitating for a moment, she asked: "Do the women of Jing live like this?"

"Well... not really, but this is the trend, do you understand the trend? The whole country is working towards this direction."

"Women don't have to depend on men to live, they can choose their own lives, they can freely choose jobs, and of course they can go to school."

"Countless great women have proved that they don't need to rely on men to live, and cherishing themselves can also live a wonderful life."

"Even... they can take the initiative to divorce men."

Linglong slowly opened her cherry mouth and said enviously: "But wouldn't men think it's unfair? They spent so much money to marry her home, and they might be divorced."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "How can it be unfair? It is right for men to spend more money to marry a wife. For example, me, I spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to marry my wife, and even if I marry her, I have to love, cherish, and respect her like the first day I fell in love, and give her a sense of ritual."

"Of course, there are also dissenting voices in this situation. But those men who oppose it don't understand. They only think it's expensive to marry a woman, but what about the cost of a woman's ten months of pregnancy, raising children, and raising children for men? The so-called bride price is to make up for the lost youth of women. Compared with this, what is a little silver?"

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