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These few days, Fang Zheng finally realized that the woman who was holding him and crying was his mother and the one who was carrying him around was his father. He was also the head of the Fang Family and his name was Fang Juyi. Its business was spread throughout the whole of Jiangnan, and it was not excessive to say that it was as wealthy as a nation. In the modern era, it would be easy to say that it was the richest country in Forbes.

Other than his mother Fang Zheng, who doted on her son, the most important thing for her to do was to take care of Fang Zheng's father. Based on the fact that Master Fang had been married for thirty years and yet had never taken a concubine before, his mother's work results were quite impressive.

The current era it was in was not the Tang Song and Yuan Ming that Fang Zheng was familiar with. It was an unknown world.

This dynasty is called the Chinese dynasty, and His Majesty is surnamed Zhou.

Fang Zheng had never heard of it either. As a student of the Chinese department, he had been studying diligently for more than ten years. He had no idea that there was actually a "Chinese dynasty" in the history of China.

Later on, Fang Zheng inquired about it and discovered that history seemed to have diverged from the past. At the point of the struggle between Chu and Han, King Chu of Chu, Xiang Yu, had been surrounded by enemies on all sides by the Wu River. Just as he was about to draw his sword and wipe their necks, his beloved Wu Dazhi displayed his might, raising his sexy little hind legs and kicked Comrade Ba Wang into the river.

In the next few hundred years, the dynasties changed, and one after another, the founding emperors appeared and began to sing. A hundred years ago, the Chinese dynasty unified the Central Plains and passed down more than ten generations ago.

Fang Zheng originally thought that once he transmigrated he would be able to rely on his thousands of years of knowledge compared to the ancient people. He would not be able to foresee the future, and he would randomly shake the tiger's body and release the energy of an emperor.

This time, all the historical knowledge that he had learned in the past had become rubbish. There was no point in using it at all. The so called "prophet of doom" was even more bullsh * tty. Right now, Fang Zheng was even more muddled than the ancient people.

"Young Master, the Master and the Madam are here." Little Green's tone was light.

As soon as his voice fell, Madam Fang's voice came from the distance, "Xiao Lu, go and get someone to tear down the fences that surround this courtyard. A good family like Zheng'er still wants to live alone in this courtyard with a fencing system.

The place where Fang Zheng currently lived was a bit remote as it was related to his previous self. Before he transmigrated, whenever an outsider mentioned the Fang family's business, the first person they mentioned was not the master of the Fang family, but his beloved son.

Coincidentally, the foppish young master's name was also Fang Zheng. Could this be a coincidence of fate? In this way, Fang Zheng's reason for crossing over was clear: it was as if the postman delivered the letter to the wrong place and handed it over to a person with the same name and surname. The chances were very small, but it was not impossible.

Fang Zheng's previous self was eighteen years old and was the only single child of the current generation in the Fang family. Since he was young, he wanted to be the best in the world, he wanted to be the best in the world, he wanted to be the worst in the world, he wanted to be the worst in the world. Since he was only 15 years old, he had lived a happy life with a dog slave.

He was simply a typical prodigal son who ate, drank and gambled, committed all sorts of evil deeds and retreated from all the neighborhood. Even the servants in the mansion had suffered a lot because of him. He was involved with all sorts of bad things. Forcing a good slave into a prostitute, taking advantage of the money, organizing the small ruffians on the streets to extort the merchants, and so on. All of these bad things added up to a certain condition of beheading.

It was also because of this reason that Fang Zheng was eighteen years old and had yet to get married. No one was willing to send their daughter to the fire pit, as other people said that Fang Zheng was the bane of his wife's life. Whichever daughter marries him, they would definitely not live past half a year. Why was his mouth so venomous?

Master Fang was actually quite strict with him. Every time Young Master Fang committed a crime he would be beaten up, but this Young Master Fang, who was also the previous owner of Fang Zheng's body, may be in his prime, rebellious, and the more he fought the harder he got. He was able to find out his father's pulse, and the Fang Family only had him as their sole son. If I had his fearless spirit of being "willing to sacrifice a body", wouldn't I have entered Peking University's Tsinghua University earlier?

As for the small courtyard that Fang Zheng lived in, it was the product of the discord between father and son. Once when Master Fang struck out fiercely, Young Master Fang angrily moved to this remote place far away from domestic violence and even surrounded it with fences, using it to protest against his father who liked to use violence. Although the small courtyard was still in the Fang Residence, it had the meaning of "you don't know your place, Wei Jin". In the end, Young Master Fang fainted just a few days after living here.

Why is Young Master Fang unconscious? It was also because of his personality that he fell down from the second floor when he fought with a foppish young girl over a red card with her in the brothel. He was confident enough, but unfortunately, he didn't have enough work to do, so he ended up "dying before he could even get out of the apprenticeship."

Young Master Fang has already been lying in bed for more than a month and has been in a coma — that is to say, a vegetable according to the legends of future generations. If this unlucky bastard, Fang Zheng did not take over his body then within three days he would be dead. From this point of view, Fang Zheng actually saved him.

Master Fang's clear cough came from outside the door. A few days ago when Fang Zheng woke up, he was wild with joy. Now, it was gone and standing outside the door he could not even bring face in as he walked in. Only when Lady Fang forcefully pushed him away did Master Fang take the opportunity to step down from the stage and enter his room.

"Your son greets you, father. Mother." Fang Zheng respectfully bowed as he followed the customs. Since he had come then he must get used to society. The way the ancients spoke and their etiquette must be learned.

Master Fang and Madam Ye looked at each other in amazement. After waking up, Fang Zheng's words and actions were different from before. Now, there was one more. To be honest, Master Fang had not seen his son respectfully pay respects to him for many years.

"My son is still sick. Don't be too polite, quickly get up." Mrs Fang smiled and helped Fang Zheng up. No matter how he looked at his son, he always said that 'a benevolent mother has many failed children'. This made sense. Wasn't Young Master Fang's popinjay personality a habit of this benevolent mother?

From the bottom of his heart, Fang Zheng was still a little fearful of his father. The previous Young Master Fang was a cruel man, a dead man should not be afraid of boiling water. Fang Zheng did not dare challenge the limit of survival. He stealthily raised his eyes and saw that his father did not have any reaction, so he carefully straightened up.

Master Fang cleared his throat and said, "Have you recovered?" Even though it was just a question, when Master Fang spoke, he looked up to the sky and looked down at his son with disdain.

Fang Zheng looked around blankly, just who was his dad talking to?

He followed Master Fang's gaze and looked up. There were a few beams carved in red and green. Was there someone on the beams that his father knew?

"Bastard thing!" I'm asking you, where are you looking? " For a long time Master Fang did not hear a reply from Fang Zheng, as he lowered his head to look at Fang Zheng who was also looking at the sky in a probing manner. He could not help but feel infuriated.

Fang Zheng hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Reporting to my lord father, my body is already much better."

"I heard that you were injured while competing with others in the brothel?" Master Fang's words were a little sinister as the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer.

Oh no, here it comes. He did not come today with good intentions. In the past few days, he had been recuperating from his illness, so he had not brought up this matter. Today, his father asked him if he was feeling well. If he was well, his father might play a little game called "Resistance to Hit" with him. As for the end result of the game, it must be that his father was satisfied and left, while Fang Zheng was on his last breath as he waited for the doctor to rescue him …

Fang Zheng unconsciously shrunk his neck when he suddenly realized that aside from him, there was no one else who could help him carry the blame. How unjust! He couldn't possibly tell Master Fang that it was your son's business and had nothing to do with me.

The truth could not be explained. Since he had attached himself to the body of this foppish dandy, he would blame it on himself regardless of whether it was done by him or not.

Fang Zheng's face was filled with unwillingness as he said: "Father, I know my wrongs and I am momentarily muddled. I will not dare offend you in the future."

The atmosphere in the hall fell into silence. Master Fang and Madam Ye looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

"What did you just say?" There was a reason why Master Fang had to do this. In the entire Fang Residence, from the Old Master and Madam to Big Yellow, everyone knew that if this Young Master Fang wanted to admit his wrongs, the chances were much lower than a rooster laying an egg, or even lower than the chances of the sun rising from the west.

It was a blessing in disguise. If you hit your head, it would be different from not hitting your head at all. In terms of character, the former had obviously ascended to greater heights.

Fang Zheng could only respectfully admit his mistakes again: "Your son was previously insensible and has committed many sins. I hope father and mother can forgive me. Your son will not dare to do so in the future."

"Cough cough. Go back to your room and reflect on it. I'll talk to you again tonight." Master Fang broke the silence and waved his hand to send Fang Zheng back to his room. He had originally intended to have a tough battle between father and son today, but who would have thought that it would all come to an end?

"Ma'am, did you hear that? Zheng'er … Zheng'er, this is... "What's wrong?" After Fang Zheng had left, Master Fang could not help but begin to discuss with his wife.

"Yes, master, Zheng'er wasn't like this in the past. When did he ever admit his fault? Furthermore, he was so respectful." Lady Fang was also puzzled.

"This is truly strange, his personality has changed so much that this old man cannot understand it. Do you think that Zheng'er is possessed?" Master Fang was still in a state of shock.

"Fuck you!" Mistress Fang lightly nudged Master Fang. "Is there anyone who would say that about their son?" Isn't it good for a son to be sensible? You have to be like last time, the father and son duo's faces and necks were red, but who has the louder voice than you, then you can be happy? "

It was clear that Mrs Fang was a simple optimist. As long as her son changed in the right direction, she did not want to think about the reasons behind it at all.

Master Fang ignored the lady. He was still deep in thought. After a while, he nodded and said, "There might be some tricks involved. This kid is really bad." Master Fang solemnly made his conclusion.