Mrs. Wu Anbo may not be a good mother, but she must be a generous mother. When she heard that Fang Xu was going out to play, she stuffed three hundred taels of silver to Fang Xu without saying a word.

He patted Fang Xu's hand and said intimately: "If you take it for fun, it's not enough, you'll ask for it."

Fang Xu felt very complicated when he received the silver note. Since he was a child, he dreamed that one day his own mother would fall from the sky and appear in front of him, touching his head and sending Nuannuan care.

Knowing that he had no money to pay tuition and living expenses, he loved him very warmly. He took out a few hundred dollars and stuffed it into his hand, and said: Son, it's not enough for you. Mom will give it to you again.

But when something really happened one day, my heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Thank you, mother." Fang Xu thanked her, feeling complicated, but he squeezed out a happy expression and thanked her like the original owner, with his happy eyes set in a thread.

Looking at Fang Xu who was happy and looking at his clear and bright eyes, Mrs. Wu Anbo sighed in her heart. Facing this delicate little face, she really couldn't bear to hurt her.

But, she is a mother, she has to consider her son and pave the way for her son's future.

Even if the person in front of him is very harmless, he cannot hinder his son's future. Wu'anbo's title can only be inherited by his own son.

On the streets of Yanguo, a young man was walking arrogantly in the middle of the road. He was dressed in white, his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, his eyes were flexible, his nose was high, and he was straight.

The thin lips on his handsome face opened and closed up and down, and his two thick eyebrows were stirring up and down. He clearly felt that he was smiling badly, but he couldn't help but look at him twice.

"Ming'an, I'm going to have a drink of flower wine." Fang Xu held his stomach and nostrils upwards, and his playboy style was fully displayed.

Most of the people I met on the road were attracted by the eyes and ran away in a hurry, and there was no passerby within a radius of ten meters.

"Young master, why don't you go to a restaurant to have a drink? Your relationship with the general will be eased a little. It's not good if you go to the brothel again." Ming'an looked embarrassed and made a careful suggestion.

Although the young master and the general didn't communicate much yesterday, they at least said a few words. If they make the general angry again, what should they do? Let's talk about it.

Ming'an scratched his head and continued to persuade, "Young Master, you and the general have not returned to the door yet. Everyone is watching the general's joke. If you go to the brothel again, where will the general's face be put?"

Ah? Fang Xu stared at him in surprise and went back to the door!

I remembered that the rule here is to go back to the door for three days when I got married. I was originally going back to the door that day, but the wedding did not make the wedding anger angered the original owner.

The original owner was angry and went to the brothel early in the morning to argue with Lin Xingxue, who had just woken up from a hangover, and was then shot to death. This time, the door naturally couldn't be returned.

Fang Xu was recovering from his injuries in the days that followed, and the general did not mention this matter. Fang Xu never thought that Ming'an reminded him that it seemed that this matter was really going to be done.

No matter what, I have to leave some face for the Duke Ding Mansion, or I have to leave some for others. Otherwise, what will happen when we meet in the future? The relationship is too stiff.

You can't go to brothels, so go to a restaurant.

Fang Xu touches, touches his stomach, and pretends to be a playboy. He is tired and hungry when he leaves.

So the master and servant entered the famous restaurant Zuixianlou, nearby. This is a restaurant that is one of the largest in Yanjing City and is said to be the property of the fifth prince.

The food was well cooked. I heard that it was the imperial chef who was driven out of the palace. Fang Xu touched his chin and entered the Zuixian Tower with contemplation.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, the noise came from the ears. The drinkers sat at the table at three or five, drinking with red faces and thick necks, rock-scissors, chatter, and the sweet voice of the girl accompanying the drinks...

Oh, it's so fashionable! It's even more fashionable than the restaurant in the previous life. At most, the restaurant in the previous life was to dance in a row, and it's a real guest.

If you want to take advantage of the customer, you can just give more rewards.

Seeing Fang Xu come in, the waiter quickly came up enthusiastically. There was no disgust or fear from passers-by. It was probably related to the master behind him.

Ming'an followed Fang Xu closely, fearing that a killer who came out halfway and killed Qiandao came out to assassinate his young master.

Since Lin Xingxue was involved, Ming'an has known that someone wants his young master's life and dare not be careless.

The private room on the second floor was full, and the waiter accompanied her smiling face to lead Fang Xu to the window. She felt a little nervous, afraid that Fang Xu would get angry and smash the scene. Seeing Fang Xu sit down casually, the waiter was a little surprised.

Isn’t this playboy not sitting in a private room? How did he change his temperament today?

"Go, bring your signature dishes and have another pot of good wine." Fang Xu waved his hand and asked the waiter to leave, his eyes falling on the street.

Looking down at the street, it was indeed different from walking in it. There seemed to be more and more people on the street.

The shadows of older girls and young wives gradually became more and more. Some were covered with veils, while others were plain faces facing the sky, wearing various skirts, shuttled back and forth like butterflies.

This is the ancient street!

Fang Xu sighed in his heart, before he walked on the street, all he saw were rough men, and the little girl didn't see any of them, and he thought it was because of the strict management of this era.

It turned out that the little girls were hiding from him!

Ming'an saw the young master looking down and thought that the young master was interested in a girl from another family. He quickly reminded him in a low voice: "Young master, the general is as terrified as evil."

Fang Xu raised his eyes and glanced at Mingan. He felt that this kid was talking a little too much. He just looked at it and didn't have any bad intentions.

Just as I was about to say a few words to Xun Ming'an, a traitor came from my ears.

"Hehe, isn't this the eldest young master Fang from Wu'an Bo Mansion? Oh, why are you sitting by the window? Are you not having money to enter the private room?"

As soon as he said this, the waiter who came to deliver the food almost knelt down. He was really afraid of anything. Young Master Fang didn’t ask for trouble, but someone asked him, would he still be at ease?

Alas, it’s really hard to do some business these days! The waiter cursed in his heart, then brought the vegetables to his smile, preparing to comfort the eldest master.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xu was not angry, but instead tilted his nose and stared at the person who was talking, and asked, "Who is this grandson?"

Ming'an swallowed his saliva before replying in a low voice: "This person is the second son of Duke Lu, one of the famous playboys in Yanjing, named Cheng Dong."

There is a saying that Mingan didn't say, that is, Cheng Dong is as famous as the young master, and neither is a good person.

Oh, it turns out that he is also a playboy. No wonder he wears so personality. He has a big red robe with green pants and a cuckold on his head.

Fang Xu almost broke the attack when he saw it. His stomach was bulging and his mouth thumped several times, as if he was farting.

The waiter who came to serve the food couldn't help but look at him a few more times. I wonder what happened to Mr. Fang? He wouldn't be beaten to death.

"Oh, I didn't expect that Master Fang is not only poor, but his brain is not working well. Why, do you want me to help you wake up your mind and regain your energy?"

Cheng Dong was unhappy and stepped forward to continue provoking.
Chapter completed!