Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Seeing the madam hobble away.

Li Yuanzhao quietly moved closer to Zhang Biao, whispering: "Brother Biao, can you teach me?"

Zhang Biao glanced at him sideways: "Teach you what?"

"Kung fu! And how can your body be so good?"

Fang Zheng looked at the two of them with a grin. Now you know how awesome my Brother Biao is, right! You were still unconvinced before.

Zhang Biao said indifferently: "Oh, if you want to temper your body, it's simple. There's nothing complicated. I examine myself three times a day, that's all!"

Examine himself three times a day....

Li Yuanzhao was surprised. Brother Biao, with his rough appearance, could say such philosophical words. So he stammered: "What... does it mean?"

"It means tempering your body three times a day, and you can be as strong as him!"

Fang Zheng interjected. He also wanted to learn from Zhang Biao, but normal people really can't learn it... it's too cruel.

Zhang Biao was originally from Taoyuan County. He was so hungry that he couldn't get out of bed. Fang Zheng gave him three baskets of steamed buns to barely recover.

Later, after inquiring, he found out that this guy had never been full since he was a child.

Since Fang Zheng became rich, he kept feeding him large amounts of meat and fish. Zhang Biao's amazing talent was revealed.

Coupled with daily hard work, Zhang Biao enjoyed it, which cultivated his humanoid beast physique.

Li Yuanzhao swallowed hard and whispered to Fang Zheng: "Could it be that Brother Biao has never met an opponent?"

"Confucius said: I have not seen a truly firm person~" Fang Zheng glanced at him. It seems that Brother Biao has another fanboy.

"What does it mean? Who is Confucius?" Li Yuanzhao was confused.

"Confucius is a giant with a height of nine feet six inches, proficient in both literary and martial arts, with seventy-two people as awesome as him by his side."

"Even Confucius has never seen someone whose body is so strong that Brother Biao can't break them."

"............"

While speaking, the madam hobbled back, embarrassed: "No, Miss Luo still disagrees. I'm really sorry, Master Fang."

"Hmm!?" Zhang Biao stood up abruptly.

The madam immediately panicked and said: "My lord, it's not that this servant didn't try to persuade her, it's just that Miss Luo's identity is special and not under my control. Don't be angry~"

Li Yuanzhao looked at Zhang Biao with admiration.

Fang Zheng frowned and said: "Oh? Then who is the boss behind Cangxiang Pavilion?"

"This... it's hard to say...."

"Our young master is asking you a question, just answer it!"

"Actually, it's Prince Wu's property...."

Prince Wu... It's been a long time since I heard of this person. In Fang Zheng's impression, Prince Wu has always been a useless person. His wine sales weren't very good, but his brothel management was thriving.

Although he felt something was strange, he was too lazy to think about things that had nothing to do with him.

So he said: "I'll write a poem, please help me send it to Miss Luo. If it still doesn't work, I'll leave!"

The madam quickly nodded and agreed, then ordered someone to bring paper and pen.

Fang Zheng picked up the pen and pondered for a moment, then began to write: "I alone love the lotus emerging from the mud yet remaining unstained, washing in clear ripples yet not seductive, -------------------, to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with."

He only remembered these few sentences of Ode to the Lotus. The reason why that Miss Luo didn't want to see him should be because he left without saying goodbye.

Moreover, attending poetry gatherings must mean she is very fond of poetry.

Hmm, writing like this is reasonable. Explaining it clearly should be enough, after all, it's just to meet once.

The madam took the white paper and looked at the three lines written on it, her eyes a little straight: "This is a poem?"

"Don't worry about so much, take it to her!"

The madam was helpless, took the white paper and went upstairs with difficulty again.

Soon, she returned again, smiling: "Master Fang! Miss Luo has agreed, I'll take you up."

"However, only you can go up."

Fang Zheng nodded and followed the madam upstairs.

Luo Ningxin's room was on the third floor. After sending Fang Zheng into the room, the madam quietly closed the door.

She looked towards Zhang Biao downstairs, rubbed her hands, and went downstairs in a hurry with a happy expression...

Entering the room, Fang Zheng instinctively looked around.

The decoration of this room was completely different from the last time in the pleasure boat. The decoration was more exquisite, and the room was filled with many seemingly precious cultural items.

It had a strong scholarly atmosphere, and there were mostly books in the room.

Moreover, there seemed to be a very high-end fragrance in the room.

Fang Zheng slowly walked into the room. Luo Ningxin was still sitting on the embroidered bed, separated by a light veil.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Luo Ningxin's voice slowly come out: "Master Fang, why did you leave without saying goodbye last time? Could it be that this concubine's humble appearance is so disgusting to you?"

Fang Zheng chuckled twice: "Miss Luo is joking. This official has never seen Miss Luo's true face, how can I talk about being disgusted."

"At that time, it was just that something happened. Miss Luo has an outstanding temperament, just like a lotus flower, making people feel ashamed of themselves and can only admire from afar."

Hearing this, Luo Ningxin got up from the embroidered bed, her small and delicate lotus feet stepping on embroidered shoes, taking two steps at a time, standing prettily in front of Fang Zheng.

A pair of soul-stirring eyes stared closely at Fang Zheng.

Suddenly, she raised the Xuan paper in her hand and said: "Then can you complete this chapter for me, sir?"

Fang Zheng took a closer look and it was Ode to the Lotus that he had just written.

Then he twitched the corner of his mouth: "No!"

"Why?"

"Because I can only write a little bit."

Luo Ningxin covered her mouth and took two steps back, giggling: "No wonder the outside world says that Master Fang is a master of incomplete poems. This principle of the imperfection of all things is indeed carried out from beginning to end."

".............."

"Hehe, Miss Luo, do you know who started spreading it? This official is going to slap him and let this person know what the imperfection of all things means."

Fang Zheng gnashed his teeth in hatred. What a bullshit nickname... Isn't it embarrassing to say it? It's not as good as Poison Hand Human Butcher.

"Sir, you are joking. What brings you to find this concubine today? Could it be... to fulfill the unfinished agreement from last time?" Luo Ningxin looked Fang Zheng up and down, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart.

After all, it's still an ordinary man, although his poetry is a little better, it's just an incomplete piece....

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said: "That's not the case. I just want to change Miss Luo's prize."

"Change it to what? It seems that this concubine still can't enter your eyes after all." Luo Ningxin's curiosity arose.

Free things are the most expensive. Young master, I have never been fooled in Jianghu! The most important thing is stability.

Moreover, now that this woman has an unclear relationship with Prince Wu, Fang Zheng is even more afraid to touch her.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to come to the door, Fang Zheng would have been afraid of being cut off by this woman.

"Miss Luo is overthinking! This official already has someone in his heart. I came here today to do business with Miss Luo."

Hearing this, Luo Ningxin chuckled twice: "Master Fang, do you know that someone once offered one hundred and eighty taels just to have Ningxin say three words, but Ningxin didn't agree."

"Now, is Ningxin's self-recommendation for your pillow still not as good as the business you want to do?"

"It's not as good."

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