Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the red mantle of the vermilion account in front of him, and in the distance were the Xuanqin case and the furniture like red sandalwood stools.
In front of the drapery stood a guy with a small cap in Tsing Yi staring at him, and then this guy showed a very awkward smile, smiling with a nauseous flattery: “Master is awake…”
Fang Jifan’s heart froze a bit, this is… wear… through, because he clearly heard that the man in the Tsing Yi cap was speaking Fengyang Mandarin. As an expert on Ming history, Fang Jifan can be 100% sure that the furnishings here are still With this inexplicable man, in his own time, even a large-scale investment in film and television would never be able to create such a scene.
Without panic and shock, Fang Jifan’s heart was faintly excited. After so many years of learning, unexpectedly, he could get a glimpse of the ancients today!
Ancient people, looking at this guy who was smiling a little bit mean, Fang Jifan couldn’t help thinking, this…is the ancient person?
“Is this the Hongzhi Year?” Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy and painting on the wall, and the inscription was signed by a calligrapher in the orthodox year of the Ming Dynasty.
On the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted Fang Jifan’s attention. This was the style of the mid-Ming Dynasty. After the Hongzhi Dynasty, it became less popular. The Xuanqin case seems to be a new system. No doubt during the Hongzhi period.
The person in the Tsing Yi Little Hat nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.
After being confirmed, Fang Jifan suddenly sat up on the bed, slapped his thigh, and said with excitement, “King Ning is still there? There is the rebellion of the little prince in the north. The hand-made textile industry in the south has begun to rise…” Fang Jifan A look of brows danced: “The emperor today can be regarded as a holy monarch, he has a lot to do…”
Fang Jifan is very excited. This is a good time. A man who is a man, studying and studying history, will inevitably have too many regrets. He didn’t have any great prospects in his last life, and he could not think that he would finally come to a place where he could be useful.
Fang Jifan couldn’t help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied Ming History. Not only did Ming History know a lot about it, but he also knew the local chronicles of this era. He knew what it was, and said something bad. There were a few thieves in the county on the few days of the month, and he was impressed by his amazing memory.
In the last life, I was lonely and helpless anyway. It seems that it is not bad to come to this era.
Fang Jifan even admired his heart… very big.
The face of the guy in the Tsing Yi Little Hat changed, and he hesitated: “Master…you…you said…you can do it?”
“Yeah.” Fang Jifan cheered up, he was a young master, then this person is either a book boy or a long-term follower. His excitement has not passed, and his expression is full of interest: “The man is alive, and he has become a title of the gold list and made contributions… “
At this point, the face of the man in the Tsing Yi Little Hat turned from doubt to sadness, and he yelled: “Young Master… Young Master… I’m sick again… Come… come here…”
Fang Jifan was surprised, what’s this…what’s going on?
Snapped……
The door was knocked open by a few strong men, all of them looked like wolves.
The outside sunlight also spilled in, but these burly bodies covered the excess light.
Then, a trembling man wearing a Confucian shirt and a goatee, like a gentleman, walked hurriedly with a medicine box on his back, and said excitedly: “Master, Master’s disease… I have committed… Quick, quick, needles. !”
With an order, those strong men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.
Fang Jifan’s pupils contracted, NMGB, he cursed in his heart, because he saw that the old gentleman had taken out the inch-long silver needle from the box, with a distressed expression on his face, and said to Fang Jifan: “The young master’s disease is the brain. Illness, don’t avoid getting sick, come here, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…just a shot…”
Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw was about to fall: “I…I am not sick…”
While applying the acupuncture, the doctor shook his head and said authentically: “That’s right, in the past, when you got sick, you had this symptom. Master, forbearance, the old man, this acupuncture method was passed down by the ancestor. He is cured if he is sick, and he can still keep fit. Master, you lie down firmly!”
what……
With the howl like a pig, Fang Jifan made no sound after a while.
The hands and feet were controlled, and the old gentleman actually pierced the silver needle directly into the back of his head. Fang Jifan stopped crying, but was so scared that he gritted his teeth and dared not move for fear of a move. The needle is misaligned.
The most important thing is that I have been afraid of injections since I was young!
Such a long needle pierced the head alively, this is a cure, this is murder, your uncle’s!
Before the needle was taken out, the old man shook his head and sighed again, pinching his beard, “There is no medicine for the brain-disabled. The old man just used the ancient prescription to temporarily control the condition. Whether he can recover depends on the young master’s own luck. .”
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap, hiding on the side of the couch, whispered and whispered: “Master, Master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by your uncle. Don’t be afraid. It will be fine after a few months of needles. Uncle revised the book. The family has instructed that as long as the young master’s illness can be cured, no matter what method is used…In short, it is absolutely necessary to treat the disease… the young master is the only son of the uncle, and the young master bears forbearance…forbearance…”
Fang Jifan’s face was pale, just trembling.
………………
noon.
The scenery outside the window is pleasant, but Fang Jifan is not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!
This is the twenty-seventh day since Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he has no idea how many needles he has been pierced. Every time a needle is pierced, Fang Jifan is going through a ghost gate.
An ancient’famous doctor’ pierced the back of your head with a silver needle, and agitated slightly. Fang Jifan shuddered after thinking about it so far.
Twenty-seven days, enough for Fang Jifan to understand everything.
The original owner of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.
This hereditary earl of the Fang family was earned during the battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed the king of Yan Zhu Di from the city of Peking to Nanjing. Zhu Di was still kind, and with a wave of his hand, he gave an iron rice bowl.
And the owner of this body…
Well, it’s no wonder that I only said one thing about how to be a scumbag, because this man is a scumbag, the biggest evil in the capital, the prodigal son of the prodigal, it can be called a full of evil!
A few days ago, this man was ill, so he invited a famous doctor to see him. I thought it was because of a mental problem and never gave up treatment. After Fang Jifan’s journey through, the reason why people mistakenly thought that the illness was not healed was because of himself and The former prodigal has a very different personality, so… the treatment will continue…
That’s stupid.
Fang Jifan reflected on himself, he was still too young, and when he first arrived, he actually said to people about making contributions and doing things for the country and the people. This is just looking for something.
A prodigal prodigal who behaves so abnormally, in the eyes of others, is not crazy, what is it?
Well, in order to give up treatment, I must have to be even bigger than Fang Jifan before.
At this time, the door to the sleeping room was opened, and a little girl with a nice face came in, and Fang Jifan’s long follower came from the back heel, the guy with the little hat in Qingyi called Deng Jian.
A new day has begun.
Fang Jifan took a deep breath. Over the past twenty days, he has figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of this family. Naturally, he had already understood the original Fang Jifan thoroughly.
When the little girl arrived at the couch, she saluted: “Master, get up.”
Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing impatience, he cheered for himself in his heart: “Prodigal son, prodigal son, buddy is a prodigal son, don’t show your feet.”
Fang Jifan said fiercely: “What time is it? What is the name of the ghost early in the morning?”
The little girl was scared and her pretty face was slightly unnatural: “The day… the sun has gone three poles.”
“Only three poles…” Fang Jifan bared his teeth: “Master, am I the one who only got up on three poles? Sleep for another hour!”
Deng Jian in the Tsing Yi Cap hurriedly stepped forward, nodded and bowed his waist and said, “Master, it’s too early, but the younger one is afraid that the young master will be hungry…”
“Okay, okay…” Fang Jifan had to stand up and change clothes under the wait of the little girl.
Of course, Fang Jifan has to show her lustful MIMI appearance, staring at the little girl’s chest PU, and grinning: “Xiao Xiangxiang, when you grow up, come here, let the young master test it.
Fang Jifan’s hand was squeezed on Xiao Xiangxiang’s incense tune like a flowing water, Xiao Xiangxiang’s flower branches were trembling with fright, her eyes were red, and tears were about to fall.
Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, a little unbearable, but seeing Deng Jian on the side, he hurriedly crossed his hands and said, “Hahahaha…Xiao Nizi is actually still shy, don’t be afraid, Master loves you.”
Xiao Xiangxiang hurriedly tried to hide, Fang Jifan went down to the ass and didn’t continue to harass him. Deng Jian on the side laughed cheaply: “Young Master is wise, Master is martial, Master’s true character remains unchanged, and the villain admires him.”
“Fuck you!” Fang Jifan raised his leg, kicked Deng Jian, and said angrily: “The young master has nothing to do except handsome and handsome. How dare you say a wise Shenwu? Can a Yingming Shenwu eat as a dog? The same thing.”
Deng Jian rolled on the ground and cried bitterly.
Fang Jifan was shocked, what? Could it be that he kicked hard just now? Sins, sins, I’m really sorry, but… hey, buddy is also very embarrassed. If this young master is gentle, how can he give up treatment?
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Deng Jian rolled over, but raised his head, excitedly said: “The young master’s illness is finally getting better, the small…the small…I am so happy for the young master, the villain is crying with joy, crying with joy.”
Ok?
Fang Jifan is dumbfounded, is this okay?
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