Feng Qing still didn't know who the second place in this exam was, but no matter how many titles Mr. Zhao got, he was left behind by Fang Zheng. It would be strange if Prime Minister Zhao was happy.

Not to mention whether the GuBen is right or not, Feng Qing even puts poison in these books in his arms.

Mr. Zhao is used to being touted. Even if he looks handsome outside, who knows what he looks like in private?

With a father like Prime Minister Zhao, Feng Qing doesn't think that Mr. Zhao would be a kind person.

Fang Zheng thought much more than Feng Qing.

Prime Minister Zhao came to the door without any suspicion, just to tell others that he was very fond of himself and that no matter who wanted to recruit him in the future, he had to consider it.

Prime Minister Zhao just wanted him to be isolated before he entered the official career.

No one promotes it, even if you become an official, there will be no hope of promotion in the future.

Whether I accept or reject Prime Minister Zhao's wishes today, no one who is waiting and watching will be involved with him anymore.

You know, if you refuse, you will also offend the Prime Minister.

"Suppose Fang cannot accept the Prime Minister's kindness." Fang Zheng naturally did not want to have any involvement with Prime Minister Zhao.

The assassin incident last time has not been resolved, and Prime Minister Zhao must have doubts about him. If he had the chance, Prime Minister Zhao would not let Fang Zheng go.

Fang Zheng refused to accept it, and the Zhao family manager could not force him.

"Mr. Fang, the master asked the old slave to send the things. I hope Mr. Fang will not make things difficult for me." I thought it was just a student who had never seen the world. Not to mention that the students wanted to get the lonely money, even the hundred taels of silver could not be rejected, but Fang Zheng's response was beyond his expectations, and the general manager spoke with embarrassment.

Fang Zheng was unmoved.

Whether to give it or not is the Zhao family's business, and whether to accept it or not is the other Fang Zheng's business.

The old manager's face wrinkled into chrysanthemums, "Young Master Fang, you are fine."

He has served the Zhao family for so many years and rarely made mistakes. Prime Minister Zhao has always trusted him very much. If he fails this time, his own old face will be gone.

"I hope the general manager will make things difficult for others." Fang Zheng refused to give in.

The two of them were in a stalemate from afar, and there were people with good deeds gathered at the door and pointed at them.

If the news of Prime Minister Zhao's rejection of gifts spread, the Prime Minister would definitely be unhappy.

The manager was in a dilemma. His turbid eyes looked at Fang Zheng calmly, but he didn't say much and turned around and left.

After the person left, Feng Qing was not relieved, "My husband, will Prime Minister Zhao cause trouble for you?"

Fang Zheng watched the carriage walk away and sneered, "No matter whether he is taking it for his husband or not, he will always cause trouble."

Liangzi had formed a long time ago, and there was no possibility of reconciliation.

Today, the emperor is a man with a strong desire to control himself. The aristocratic family has long become the thorn in the emperor's side. The reason why they did not touch them was because the emperor had no one to use it.

There is one more him this year, and the emperor will definitely notice him after the exam.

Fang Zheng had originally planned to be a pure minister, but Prime Minister Zhao's move helped him a lot.

Fang Zheng was unwilling to say these things to make Feng Qing worry. He held Feng Qing's hand and walked in. "Don't worry, wife, I know what's wrong. This is a blessing or not."

Fang Zheng did everything from speaking to doing, and she didn't understand the affairs in the court and wouldn't interrupt.

"No matter what my husband wants to do, you must take care of yourself." Feng Qing had only one request.

"Okay." Fang Zheng naturally agreed.

The two of them just returned to the house to sit down. Before they could drink a sip of water, there was another noise from the door.

The little money running in was weak.

"Fang, Mr. Fang, yes, the prince is here." Xiao Qian's face turned pale.

Fang Zheng and Feng Qing looked at each other, and Feng Qing spoke, "My husband, let's go out and have a look."

"Which prince?" Fang Zheng held Feng Qing's hand and didn't move, he asked.

Xiao Qian took a breath and then said, "No, it's not the prince who came to the door himself, it's the prince's mansion, and someone from the prince's mansion came."

"Can you ask which prince it is?" Fang Zheng spoke slowly.

"I'm from the Qi Prince's Mansion." Xiao Qian finally made it clear.

Feng Qing held Fang Zheng's hand tightly.

She had never heard of the Qi Palace.

"The King of Qi is the fourth son of the emperor." Fang Zheng explained, "It is reported that the King of Qi loves to make friends with talented young men the most."

Fang Zheng is not the only one. The King of Qi gives gifts to the top scholar and invites these scholars to meet in the mansion every year.

The other princes were no longer surprised. The King of Qi loved to make friends, but his brothers were not on guard against him, just because the King of Qi was long gone to compete for the throne.

"The King of Qi's legs were slightly lame." It is said that he fell from a high place when he was a child and broke his legs. After that, his legs and feet were not as smooth as before.

In great cause, people with incomplete bodies cannot inherit the throne.

The emperor felt guilty about the King of Qi, so he appointed the King early and was quite indulgent to him.

A son who could not inherit the throne was also happy to give him some fatherly love, and the King of Qi was willing to have a deep affection with the emperor and his son.

The King of Qi only has such a hobby, and the emperor will naturally fulfill it.

"My wife is resting, and she will come for her husband." Fang Zheng was worried that Feng Qing was tired, and he was unwilling to let Feng Qing go out and show up in public and be watched.

Feng Qing didn't know Fang Zheng's thoughts. She thought it was difficult, so she grabbed Fang Zheng's hand with concern, "Honey, be careful."

Fang Zheng asked Madam Wang to accompany Feng Qing again.

Walk towards the door by yourself.

The eunuch who came here was serving the King of Qi personally.

The little eunuch habitually bowed his waist, "My prince heard that Mr. Fang had taken the first place in the exam, and ordered me to send a gift. The prince loved talents, and hoped that Mr. Fang would accept the prince's wishes."

After speaking, the eunuch opened the brocade box he brought, and there was a copybook inside.

"This is Mr. Huai's proud work."

Mr. Huai was a master of calligraphy during the late emperor's time, and his copybooks were hard to come by.

"The prince loves you very much, but this gift is too expensive, and Fang is worthy of it." Fang Zheng still refused.

"Young Master is worried, the prince knows that Mr. Fang is a talented person and deserves this copybook." The little eunuch said respectfully.

In comparison, the eunuchs in the royal palace were much more polite when facing Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng does not want to be that maverick. If he refuses King Qi in public, he will definitely cause trouble.

After changing his mind, Fang Zheng said again: "Fang has been searching for Mr. Huai's copybook. I am fortunate to see it today. Fang is very grateful. Please tell the prince that Fang has borrowed this copybook for the time being. After copying it, he will return it in person."

"This--" King Qi only told him that he would definitely let Fang Zheng accept it.

Now that Fang Zheng has accepted it for the time being, he really doesn't know if this is considered a submission.

Before the little eunuch could figure it out, Fang Zheng had already stretched out his hands and prepared to take the brocade box.

The little eunuch had to hand over the brocade box in a daze, and wanted to explain.

"Thank you for borrowing the copybook by your prince." Fang Zheng looked grateful.

The little eunuch didn't know how to say what he said.

Then he could only watch Fang Zheng leave.
Chapter completed!