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Chapter 289 I hope Fang Zunzhi will understand each other

"Brother Fang...Brother Fang..."

Fang Weihan, who was smiling and saluting at the door to the enthusiastic people, seemed to hear someone calling his name.

He listened attentively again, only to find that the voice just now disappeared again.

Could it be that I heard it wrong?

Fang Weihan shook his head and was about to turn around and walk into the academy.

"Brother Fang!"

This time he heard it very clearly, someone was calling him.

That voice seems a little familiar...

Fang Weihan looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Sure enough, the eldest son of the Langya Wang family squeezed out from the crowd, his face flushed and sweating profusely, as if he had just been chased and bitten by someone's dog.

Under Fang Weihan's gaze, Wang Zhiyou squeezed through the last wall with difficulty and fell to the open space in front of him, like a radish pulled out of the soil.

Fang Weihan: "..."

"Brother Wang, why are you in such a mess?"

He helped Wang Zhiyou up quite amusingly.

"Small problems, these are all small problems."

Wang Zhiyou wiped the dust off his body and tried his best to pretend that nothing happened.

He took out a folding fan and fanned it pretendingly.

"I have long been dismissive of these things, but they are just a little bit windy."

Fang Weihan: "..."

Are you a little windy?

There were too many people watching them around, otherwise Fang Weihan would have slapped them.

"Brother Wang, does he know what kind of official he wants to be?"

Fang Weihan and Wang Zhiyou asked curiously as they walked into the academy.

"Alas, even though I hate to say this...but Brother Fang."

Wang Zhiyou sighed.

"As a child of a noble family at my level, it is not my personal will to decide which official I want to be. My next task must be considered for my family."

"Our family's basic livelihood is in the construction industry. I estimate that I will probably join the Shangshu Mansion and join the work of the Supervisor Shangshu Mansion. The current Supervisor Shangshu is my fourth grandfather. When he quits, I will take his place. And from now on. Climb up little by little.”

He said rather self-deprecatingly.

Fang Weihan asked: "Brother Wang, didn't you want to join the army before?"

"Army? Think about it, for sure. Of course I think about it myself. But people always have to look forward, so what can I do..."

Wang Zhiyou patted him on the shoulder with a low voice.

"My family needs me. I was born in the Langya Wang family, so I must contribute to the family. Otherwise, wouldn't my title as the eldest son of the Langya Wang family become a joke? What if I really leave this mess behind? I have no family business, but I run into the army alone, what will the world think of me?"

Fang Weihan remained silent.

He still remembered how Wang Zhiyou looked drunk in Huanhualou.

As one of the few people from the Changming family who can chat with Fang Weihan, his character can be guaranteed.

But even Wang Zhiyou still cannot escape the constraints of his family.

People always have to look forward, and the ideals of youth can never be taken seriously... A drunken moment in Huanhua Tower was probably the closest he got to his dream. From then on, there was no intersection between him and his dream.

After finishing speaking, the atmosphere between the two was somewhat silent for a while.

"Stop talking about me, Weihan. I'm not going anywhere... Changyuan's conditions are not good, so I won't go if I don't go."

Wang Zhiyou shook his fan and laughed gracefully.

"But you...what official position will you be given in today's investiture ceremony? Have you asked?"

He looked at Fang Weihan with concern.

Wang Zhiyou once followed Xie Lingwan to persuade his uncle, so he naturally knew what the current political ecology in Changming City was like.

Although the Wang family of Langya where he belongs is not completely bound to the royal family, it is basically on the same front.

Whether it is public or private, Wang Zhiyou hopes that Fang Weihan can have a good place.

"I asked, but nothing came out."

Fang Weihan smiled bitterly.

"I asked Yu Shen, and he told me that he had no right to interfere in this matter. I guess the Holy Emperor wanted to appoint my whereabouts."

"Then it's settled!"

Wang Zhiyou slapped the folding fan and was in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, isn't your cousin? He has already taken action. Isn't it that you, a good official, can surely capture him?"

"Oh... I hope so."

Fang Weihan shook his head.

It just depends on what sincerity Fang Zun is prepared to show to win him over.

Fang Weihan felt that it was unlikely that he would be allowed to join the Beiya Imperial Army directly.

After all, although he and Fang Zun are both from the royal family, the interests involved in him are too complicated. The poor family, the aristocratic family and the common people are all eager to express their ideas here.

The Beiya Imperial Guards were Fang Zun's absolute confidants, and he would most likely not be able to tolerate him going in to take away power. Doing so is tantamount to cutting out the flesh from the heart and holding a knife by the side of the couch.

But if I go to Shangshutai and Zhongshu Mansion... I don't want to.

Are we going to have to trouble Wanwan with the secret operation in the end?

Fang Weihan couldn't make up his mind for a while. He decided to see the results of today's investiture ceremony before making a decision.

The two of them walked through the layers of willow pavilions in the academy and arrived at the square due south.

The Jinwu Guards maintained order in the square, and the sunlight hit their golden mail, reflecting thousands of golden lights.

The students of the academy were arranged in two rows along the central axis of the square, all dressed in formal attire.

Fang Weihan looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar former classmates. Many of them had relaxed expressions on their faces, presumably the family had already planned their whereabouts. Some people looked nervous and were looking forward to the upcoming investiture ceremony.

Not all students in Qinghuo Academy are equal. An investiture ceremony is the best test of the background of the academy students.

Theoretically, a royal vassal like Fang Weihan who looks like a giant panda vase should not need to worry about his whereabouts.

But his situation is a little bit special...

After Wang Zhiyou said hello to him, he went to stand on the other side, where several other descendants of the Langya Wang family were waiting for him.

"Brother Fang, you're fine."

Shen Yuanxing came to Fang Weihan's side and said with a smile.

"Are you going to rebel? Brother Fang?"

"Want to buy a knife? I have good knives at home."

He lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.

"Damn it...my own surname is Fang, who am I rebelling against?"

Fang Weihan pushed his big head aside in disgust.

"Tsk...I just said it casually."

Shen Yuanxing whistled mischievously.

"After all, in the hearts of the people of Great Zhou, Brother Fang's reputation is much higher than that of the others."

"If Brother Fang is interested, come to me. It's always good to buy a knife for self-defense."

He smiled meaningfully.

In order to avoid being noticed, Shen Yuanxing did not spend much time with Fang Weihan.

After patting Fang Weihan on the shoulder, he stood back at the front of his family's team and stood with his hands down.

The fat man obviously meant something. Of course, Fang Weihan could tell who the "other people" in his mouth specifically meant. Both of them knew it, but neither said it out loud.

Shen Yuanxing's intention should be to remind himself that the emperor and himself were not of the same mind.

But it is very intriguing that he chose to say it at this time... Could it be that Mr. Wu Xing and Shen had heard about the next news about the appointment in advance?

Can Shen Yuanxing's attitude represent Wuxing and Shen's attitude?

Fang Weihan took a deep breath.

Shen Yuanxing's words made him look forward to the next investiture ceremony even more.

"Tsk...what do you think of Fang Zun?"

Yun Shu's voice came from beside him.

Fang Weihan looked sideways and saw that the girl was squatting and playing with the stone brick patterns on the ground.

"If he were my father, I would praise him very highly, but unfortunately he is not."

Fang Weihan recited quietly.

"Blood relationship is the most powerful bond among human emotions... I mean, except for mysterious things like love. But even blood relationship will sometimes be overshadowed by the temptation of the supreme power that controls the world. Not to mention I am a marginalized person who I don’t even know whether I am related by blood or not.”

"I would like to cooperate with him, but he doesn't seem to want to cooperate with me."

Yun Shu reminded lightly: "Did Fang Zun help you before?"

"He helped me ≠ He will always help me, but as long as he is an emperor, he will always want to be an emperor."

Fang Weihan's voice was slow and cold.

He shook his head and decided to resign himself to his fate.

If that doesn't work...then just rely on Wanwan's soft rice.

His Highness Prince Guangling thought hopelessly.

"Brother Fang!"

A certain sister's soft and sweet voice brought Fang Weihan back to reality.

He turned around and saw the eldest lady of the Lanling Xiao family waving to him, with Tao Yunjiang holding a sword beside her.

Xiao Jin's voice caused everyone present to look sideways, and their eyes glanced back and forth between Fang Weihan and Xiao Jin.

Some people are envious, some are jealous, and some people really break through.

They cursed in their hearts.

Damn it, why is Fang Weihan's luck in love so damn good?

As we all know, love and career are two completely separate things.

If you want to find a sense of superiority in someone who is far more successful than you, then you can say that he has not found true love.

If you want to find a sense of superiority from a person who has love, then you can say that he has accomplished nothing.

During the days when Fang Weihan was working as a licking dog, he provided a lot of happy atmosphere for everyone.

Later, his reputation reached its peak step by step, and the happy atmosphere became thinner, but it still existed.

It wasn't until the earth-shattering changes that took place within the Dongshan Xie family gradually became known to everyone.

They were surprised to find:

It turns out that the two of them have always been good, and Fang Weihan is not a clown.

Who is that clown?

Oh, it turns out I am the real clown.

At that time, everyone was already a little bit unbearable.

Later, Xie Lingwan left and the engagement was terminated. When they were trying to regain their previous happy atmosphere, news came out that Fang Weihan was about to become the Lanling Xiao family's son-in-law.

Everyone: "?"

Miss Xie has just left, and now there is Miss Xiao. Will there be Miss Liu and Miss Zhang after that?

When exactly did Fang Weihan die?

A classmate from Qinghuo Academy who enrolled in the same year as Fang Weihan has now become the biggest clown. It can be said that he is as ugly as ever.

It is understandable that they look at Fang Weihan and Xiao Jin like this now.

Why am I not attracted by Miss Eighth Surname? Why is it the bastard Fang Weihan?

Xiao Jin didn't care what people around her thought of her.

It is best for their thoughts to stay at the ideological level. Once they come out of their mouths, they will wait for Xuan Zhongwei to come to their door.

Xiao Jin felt that since the Lanling Xiao family was Fang Weihan's die-hard ally, and even she was Fang Weihan's, what's the point of being more intimate in public?

When Fang Weihan walked to Xiao Jin's side, the girl grabbed Fang Weihan's arm and clamped it directly.

If people breathe with their arms, Fang Weihan should be suffocated to death by now.

"Xiaojin... aren't you hot?"

Now is the season of midsummer. Fang Weihan was already extremely hot wearing this heavy dress, but now he was being pressed against Xiao Jin, and he felt like he was going to have a heat stroke.

"If Brother Fang isn't hot, I won't be hot. If Brother Fang is hot, I won't be hot... But Brother Fang won't be hot, right?"

The girl shook Fang Weihan's arm and acted pitifully.

Even though Xiao Jin was cute and even though the touch on his arm was soft, Fang Weihan remained unmoved.

Seeing too much makes you immune.

"I feel hot."

He pushed Xiao Jin's head away with his other hand, his face expressionless.

Xiao Jin: "?"

She gritted her teeth secretly, her chest heaving slightly with anger.

The girl's eyes lingered on Fang Weihan's outfit for a moment, and her bright eyes flashed.

He looks very majestic in this outfit... He is Brother Fang who looks different from usual!

I just don’t know... What would happen if I sat on his lap while he was wearing this?

The girl rubbed her soft thighs slightly, her cheeks feeling a little hot.

She looked at Tao Yunjiang.

"Jiang Jiang! You come too!"

Xiao Jin put Fang Weihan's other arm into Tao Yunjiang's hand like a treasure.

After returning home a few days ago, Xiao Jin thought about it seriously and felt that she should not be jealous of Jiang Jiang.

After all, there is Xie Lingwan who is even more difficult to deal with. Between being jealous and jealous, Xiao Jin still knows which one to choose.

Not only should you not be jealous, but you should know how to share. This is the art of unity.

Xiao Jin thought with some pride.

Tao Yunjiang: "?"

Feeling that the eyes of the people around him were turning to him, Tao Yunjiang's pretty face instantly turned a light red.

She held Fang Weihan's arm, neither letting it go nor letting it go. She could only stay stiff and motionless, as if sitting on pins and needles.

Fang Weihan immediately understood what was going on.

Tao Yunjiang seems to have a straightforward personality, but in fact he is probably the thinnest-skinned.

When the relationship was first established, the girl was usually shy about holding hands, let alone cuddling under the spotlight.

Fang Weihan took the initiative to take out his arm, and then pulled the girl's catkins up.

The feeling of being on pins and needles disappeared in an instant, and the warmth from her palms made the girl a little shy.

Fang Weihan squeezed Tao Yunjiang's little hand to signal her not to be nervous.

The girl stared at him shyly and angrily, snorted softly, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and finally did not take her hand out.

Xiao Jin on the side could hardly keep his smile.

Hold it back, Xiao Jin, you have to hold it back.

If I can’t bear this little bit of jealousy, how can I feel more jealous in the future?

The girl was still able to mentally build herself up, but the crowd watching couldn't sit still at all.

Why is this Fang Weihan still hugging him from left to right?

If they read correctly, the person whose hand was held by Fang Weihan should be Tao Yunjiang, right?

That once-in-a-thousand-year-old Mingwu genius, a descendant of the Sword Master, and the granddaughter of Duke Tao?

Your mother, Fang Weihan, it’s not enough for you to have Xiao Jin, but you are still thinking about Tao Gong’s granddaughter?

They suddenly remembered that Tao Yunjiang had played a big role in the incident when Fang Weihan returned from victory.

Judging from your sour appearance, could it be that it’s already happened?

They really have a hard time talking about it, and in the end, thousands of words turn into just one sentence;

Fang Weihan deserves to die.

(End of this chapter)