Master wants to hug

"Who said that?" Fang Su was disturbed from his dream, and his brows were so frowning that he could hold his hidden weapon, "I don't want to marry. I don't like that."

Yueming refused to let go, and said: "Then what kind does Hou Ye like?"

Fang Su was annoyed, and pressed the little apprentice who was talking to her sideways on the bed, and said: "You are like this, shut up and go to sleep!"

Yueming struggled to get away from her, his face was so hot that he could boil tea eggs.

"If you talk again, I'll throw it out for you." Fang Hou, who was half asleep, frightened the little apprentice like a child.

"Master Hou, this is my yard."

"You are all from this Marquis." Fang Su said vaguely, "Sleep, don't talk to Ben Marquis if you don't sleep."

Not long after, her master actually fell asleep.

Although the 17-year-old girl's mind is delicate, she has not yet reached the point when her heart is full of knots and love is as deep as the sea. She looked at Fang Su boredly for a while, and then fell asleep.

After Fang Houye's unresolved solution this time, Yue Ming really got better, and when she saw Xiao Yun, she smiled more sincerely.

King Yan Bifangsu went first, because there were still affairs in Chuzhou that Fangsu had to take care of.

In less than a month, a Taoist decree came, inviting the party to go back to Zhongzhou.

invite.

This one word can tell the importance of Wuhou in Xiao Luo's heart.

Or, it is the importance of Fang Su and these people in Xiao Luo's heart.

Yueming thought endlessly until Fang Su told her to get up and stop kneeling.

Three days later, the Marquis of Pingyang left Cutzhou.

Daqi eight years ago is completely different from what it is now. At least Yueming has never seen those displaced people when he was young, and he has never seen the tragic scene of massacring villages. It can be regarded as a peaceful scene of living and working in peace and contentment.

"Your Majesty uses the policy of the right minister Gu Min. The tax reduction for the rich and the poor, the tax exemption for the poor, and the reclamation of wasteland will all be owned by the people who reclaimed. The rich cannot be seized, and the officials cannot be occupied. Those who have a good harvest will be rewarded by the local government." Fang Su. Put down the car curtain, and said to Yueming.

"Master can know the affairs of the world without leaving home, and his subordinates worship him." Yueming said.

"Did I tell you this to hear how you flatter me?" Fang Su said expressionlessly, "I asked someone to copy Gu Xiang's strategy. Take a good look and tell me what you want tomorrow night." This time."

Gu Xiang's "Min Lue" was in Fang Su's hand, and she pushed all of them to Yue Ming.

Yueming said: "I have something on my mind right now."

"what?"

"It's pretty thick."

"Hand out."

Yueming stretched out his hand obediently, Fang Su threw away the black iron fan in his hand, and got a bamboo ruler from somewhere, this thing does not hurt the muscles and bones, but also hurts, it is really memorable.

After a few slaps, Yueming's palms swelled up with red marks.

Fang Su put the ruler on the side of the table and said, "From now on, this will be the family law."

Yueming blew his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Family law?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention it. Your Majesty, you are the young master now." Fang Su said calmly, as if it was an insignificant matter, "Of course it is a family law."

"Young Master?" Yueming looked very strange.

"I wronged you?"

"Then I," Yueming seemed to find it very difficult to say, "will I be called Master's mother in the future?"

Fang Su quickly grabbed the teacup that she was not holding firmly, "No need," she could hear a bit of gnashing of teeth from the mouth of the Hou Ye who could only vomit blood from other people's anger, "It's just a normal address. Your name is not in Fang Su's mouth." In the family tree, it's just a title, not a relationship."

Yueming breathed a sigh of relief, although she didn't know why she was relieved.

Yueming's parents don't know life and death. Even if she wants Yueming to enter Fang's family tree, it depends on whether Yueming is willing, and she probably doesn't want to. Why does she have to figure out what kind of blood they seem to have? Like contact?

"Since you inherit the title, you have to understand these things." Fang Su raised his chin and said, "Look carefully, do you understand?"

Yueming said: "Yes."

The long journey was boring, so Fang Su found a box of storybooks to read, and there were plum cakes, seasonal fruits beside him.

And in order to calm her down, Master Fang Hou asked someone to refill her with only a cup of tea.

This child Yueming has one characteristic, that is, he is obedient, not to mention that Gu Xiang's speech is not pedantic, and the matters of people's livelihood hit the vital point without a word of nonsense.

In addition to what Fang Su told her about the convenience of the land, there are also sixteen subjects such as measurement, criminal law, taxation, corvee and so on.

On the night of the second day, Yueming really presented Fang Su with a piece of his thoughts, which was as thick as Gu Minzhi's "Minlue".

Fang Su put down the script very much to save face, and read it from beginning to end.

Yueming's thoughts and opinions can't be said to be very profound, but they are not absurd, and there are still merits in some places.

Master Fang Hou was quite satisfied, and gave Yueming the "On the King" written by Yun Qinghe, a great scholar of the former dynasty.

This "Jun Lun" exhausted Yun Qinghe for thirty years, and passed away before it was finished. The last fifty treatises were all written by his disciples, and they were revised and supplemented by famous masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It took more than three hundred years , It seems to be a wonderful book that is amazing and daunting.

There are 78 characters written by Yun's children alone.

This "On the King" is thicker than Fang Su's other books combined.

"Read slowly, I have read this book for 25 years and still haven't finished it."

Yueming was shocked when he heard this.

"When I was enlightened, the elders copied the "Lun on the King" for me to read, and when I arrived at Bitong Academy, I ordered it to be memorized."

"Master's sir, what a strange person."

"He is indeed a strange person. Except for Gu Xiang's "Min Lue", I have memorized all the things you read."

"Then why hasn't the master finished it for so long?"

Fang Su was good at pointing to "The Monarch" and said: "Section 49, Chapter 75, the people, the water, the water is soft, Gu..."

Yueming definitely didn't mean to distrust the master, but he couldn't help but searched for a long time, and he found the chapter that Fang Su had memorized, and he didn't miss a single word.

Fang Su said: "Do you think the master only memorized this chapter?"

Yueming immediately shook his head.

"You can choose chapters as you like." Fang Su put the storybook upside down on his chest, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Yueming knew that there were two hundred verses and five chapters in 850 chapters, so he said casually, "34 verses, 26 chapters."

"The reconciliation of yin and yang means that the way of heaven, the direction of the way of heaven, is irreversible. Those who ignore human relationships, although they are princes and generals, are nothing but dogs."

Yueming was taken aback, and almost tore the page off.

"Does the master agree with the above?"

"what?"

"The harmony of yin and yang is the way of heaven."

Fang Su sneered and said: "I don't agree, what does it have to do with me if the sky is not the way of heaven? Could it be that the sky and the earth will cause natural disasters because I don't care about the harmony of yin and yang? Since the sky and the earth won't be like this because of me, why should others care about how I do things? With others What's the matter?" There was a unique charm in her eyes, if it wasn't for being in a high position, holding a heavy army, and having a surly and bloodthirsty temperament, this Marquis might also be a murderer.

"When I am in this position, what can I do even if I have tens of thousands of beauties in my inner house? Who dares to say no? It is a lewd name, and no one dares to say it in front of me. Afterwards, the coffin will be finalized , Those so-called laws of nature and human relations are just a few strokes, and the merits of this marquis are the eternal romance. Those romantic affairs will only add two or three points to the story of this marquis."

"And death is just a pile of rotten bones. I don't believe in ghosts and gods, and I don't believe that after death, I can control the affairs of the past. They like to say what they want to say. Fitch is left to others. I have been dead for hundreds of years. How can I Do you pull out a person's tongue when possessed?"

Yueming scratched the page with his finger, leaving a white mark.

"Master, you are really free and easy."

"Life is only a hundred years in this world. It is too troublesome to do well in front of you and want to be famous after death." Fang Su said: "As long as I live to be worthy of myself, the Fang family, and Daqi, after death Let the storyteller arrange it."

"As for the parental clan mentioned above, the honor and favor of Fang's family up to this generation's generation may be hard to match in the past, and they are well-deserved. How do people close to them comment?" Fang Su chuckled, with a hint of sadness in his smile , Said: "Let them take care of this marquis themselves."

Yue Ming suddenly remembered that she was the only one left in Fang Su's generation, hesitated for a moment, and held her hand.

Fang Su did not refuse this time, but held back.

Fang Su's hands were so cold that Yueming shivered.

"Thank you, master, for your guidance." Yue Ming nodded.

Fang Su let go of his hand, and said solemnly: "Don't wrong yourself for anyone or anything, do you hear me?"

It was rare for Yue Ming to retort, "What if it's for this country?"

Fang Su looked at his little apprentice firmly, and said, "Do you want to?"

"Master, do you want to?"

"This Marquis said, I want to be worthy of Da Qi, Da Qi is naturally the country of this country. Even though he died, it is not a pity. This Marquis is willing, this is not a grievance."

"As long as it's what you want, what you want to do, no matter how difficult or painful it is, you won't be wronged."

"Yes."

"Mr. also thinks that these classics are pedantic. Let us believe in the books, but not all the books. I can only hand over to you what he taught in the past like a gourd, but it is not as good as what he taught. One." Fang Su lowered his eyes, obviously thinking of his old friend, "As for what you believe, I don't care about it, and I can't control it."

Yue Ming didn't know what expression she had. When she looked at Fang Su, this was indeed the first time she felt that this man was really a Lord Marquis in a place other than the battlefield.

Bloodthirsty, that person can only wield weapons that he can handle.

Only those who know how to advance and retreat without falling into the blue clouds can finally become the masters of the territory.

"Talking with the master today has benefited a lot. Listening to what you have to say is better than reading ten years of books."

Fang Su glanced at her, and said, "I still have to write what should be written." He picked up the script and read it.

She became the Fang Su that Yue Ming knew well again.

"Is this what the master said you haven't finished reading?" Yue Ming said.

"Mr. taught me that if you don't understand it, you don't finish it." Fang Su said: "I disdain the chapters in it very much. If you only glance at it, it will be considered as not finished."

The convoy walked unhurriedly, and two months passed unhurriedly.

Yueming had finished watching halfway through, and when she lifted the curtain of the car and took a deep breath, she found that at the setting sun, on the bloody horizon, stood a royal city.

"This is the imperial capital." Fang Su said.

People in the world call the imperial capital Zhongzhou, and calling Zhongzhou the imperial capital is really unreasonable. The imperial capital is in Zhongzhou, but it is not Zhongzhou. It is just a city within Zhongzhou—the city where Ziweixing is located.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the mines of the little angel of salted fish in the lane.