Ming Dynasty prodigal son

Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the red curtain of Zhu Zhu in front of him, and in the distance was a piece of furniture such as a dazzling piano case and a rosewood stool.

Standing in front of the curtain, there was a guy in a small blue cap, staring at him desperately, and then this guy showed a very embarrassed smile, with a flirtatious charming smile: "The young man woke up ..."

Fang Jifan was a little bit nervous, this is ... wearing ... through, because he clearly heard that the man in the Tsing Yi cap speaks Fengyang Mandarin. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan can be 100% sure that the furnishings here, but also With this inexplicable man, in his own era, even a large investment in film and television, it was impossible to set up such a scene.

No panic or fright, Fang Jifan had some excitement in his heart, and after doing so many years of learning, unexpectedly today he can glimpse the ancients!

The ancients, looking at this guy who laughed a little bit, Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, this is ... the ancients?

"This is the year of Hongzhi?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy on the wall, and the title of the post was a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty.

By the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted the attention of Fang Jifan. This is the style of the mid-Ming Dynasty. After the Hongzhi Dynasty, it was not very popular. The Xuanqin case seems to be a new system. So it is estimated that this should be There is no doubt about the era of Hongzhi.

The man in the Tsing Yi cap nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.

Having been determined, Fang Jifan slammed up from the bed, patted his thigh, and said excitedly, "Ning Wang is still there? There is a rebellion of the little prince in the north. The handicraft industry in the south has begun to rise ..." Fang Jifan A look of eyebrows fluttered: "The emperor today is also a sage, there is so much to do ..."

Ji Fang Jifan is very excited. This is a good time. The male husband, studying, and studying history, ca n't help but have too many regrets. He did n't have much success in his last life, and he finally came to a place of usefulness.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied Ming history. Not only does Ming history know a lot about it, it is about the local history of this era, he knows it well, and speaks something awkward. There were several thieves in the county on the few days of the month, and their amazing memory was also impressive.

I have been alone for a long time, and it seems not bad to come to this age.

Qi Fang Jifan even admired his own heart ... very big.

The guy in the Tsing Yi cap changed his face, hesitatingly: "Master ... you ... you say ... there is something promising?"

"Yeah." Fang Jifan cheered up, and he was a young master. Then this person was either a book boy or a long-time follower. His excitement had not passed yet, and he expressed his enthusiasm: "The man's eldest husband is alive. "

Speaking of which, the face of the man in Tsing Yi 's hat changed from doubt to sorrow. He yelled, "Master ... Master ... is sick again ... come ... come ..."

Qi Fang Jifan was shocked, what is this ... what happened?

Snapped...

The door was suddenly knocked open by several strong men, and they looked like wolves and tigers.

Outside the sun, the sun also sprinkled in, and these burly bodies covered the extra light.

Then, a man with a quivering shirt and a goatee, a gentleman-like appearance, stepped on his back with a medicine chest and said with excitement: "Master, master's illness ... committed another ... fast, fast, needle ! "

With a quick order, those elite men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, NMGB, he cursed, because he saw that old gentleman had removed the inch-long silver needle from the box, with a sad look on his face, Chao Fangfan said: "The disease suffered by the young master is the brain Disease, do n't be afraid to avoid illness, come here, do n't be afraid, do n't be afraid ... just get a shot ... "

Ji Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw would fall off: "I ... I'm not sick ..."

The doctor applied the needle and shook his head, saying, "Yes, I used to have this symptom when I was ill. Master, bear with me. The acupuncture method of the old man was uploaded by Naizu. He can treat the disease, and he can still exercise. Master, you lie down! "

what...

With the general howl to kill pigs, Fang Jifan did not make a sound after half a ring.

Hands and feet are controlled, and the old gentleman actually directly inserted the silver needle into his back of the brain. Fang Jifan stopped crying, but he was scared to bite his teeth and did not dare to move. For fear of moving, the old gentleman The needle was skewed.

The most important thing is that I was afraid of getting an injection from an early age!

A needle so long, pierced into the head, this is a cure, this is a murder, your uncle!

Before the needle was taken out, the old man sighed with a beard and shook his head again. "The brain-disabled has no medicine, and the old man just presses the ancient prescription to temporarily control the illness. Whether he can be cured is up to his master's luck. . "

The guy in the Tsing Yi cap hid on the edge of the couch and whispered in a low voice: "Master, master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by Uncle, don't be afraid, just a few months' needle will be fine, Uncle repaired the book The family has commanded that as long as the master's illness is good, no matter what method is used ... In short, there must be no medical taboos ... Master is the only son of Uncle. Master can bear it ... bear it ...

Xi Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.

Uh .........

Noon.

The view outside the window was pleasant, but Fang Jifan was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!

This is the twenty-seventh day that Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he doesn't know how many needles have been pierced. Each time he pierces the needle, the other side of the fan is in the ghost gate.

An ancient 'famous doctor' pierced the silver needle into your back of the head and stirred it a little. Fang Jifan thought about it and shuddered.

Twenty-seven days are enough to make Fang Jifan understand everything.

The original master of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.

The hereditary Count of the Fang family was earned during the battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed the Yan King Zhu Xi from the dragon to Nanjing from Peiping City. Zhu Xi was kind and gave an iron rice bowl with a big hand.

And the master of this body ...

Well, it's no wonder that I only say a word about how a manly husband can be regarded as a mental disability, because this is a complete scum scum, the biggest evil in the capital, and the prodigal of the prodigal, it can be called full of evil.

A few days ago, this was sick, so I invited a famous doctor to see it. I wanted to come because of a mental problem and never gave up the treatment. After Fang Jifan passed through, he was mistaken for the fact that he was not good because he and The former prodigal had very different personalities, so ... the treatment continued ...

I'm so stupid.

Ji Fang Jifan introspected himself. He was still too young. When he first arrived, what did he say to people to build a career and serve the country and the people?

A prodigal boy with a lot of bad behavior, behaves so abnormally, in the eyes of others, not neuropathy, what is it?

Well, in order to give up treatment, he must have Fang Jifan more than Fang Jifan.

At this time, the door of the bedroom was opened, and a small girl with a good face came in, followed by Fang Jifan's long follower, the guy in the Tsing Yi cap, called Deng Jian.

A new day has begun.

Qi Fang Jifan took a deep breath. For more than 20 days, he had figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of the family. Naturally, he had already thoroughly understood the original Fang Jifan.

When the little girl arrived at the couch, she saluted: "Master, get up."

Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing impatience. He cheered himself up: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, buddy is a prodigal son, and should not be exposed."

Xi Fangji Fan's fiercely said, "What time is it? Early in the morning, what is the name of a ghost?"

Xiao Xiaoya's face was scared and slightly unnatural: "Sun ... three shots."

"Only three shots ..." Fang Jifan tusks: "Master, am I the one who got up three shots? Sleep for another hour!"

Deng Jian, wearing a Tsing Yi cap, nodded and said, "Master, it's too early, but I'm afraid the master is hungry ..."

"Okay, okay ..." Fang Jifan had to stand up and change clothes with the little girl's help.

Deng Jian, who was aside, laughed lowly: "The young master is wise, the young master is martial, the young master is not changed, admired by the villain, and throws himself into the ground."

"Go to you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg, turned Deng Jian with a kick, and said angrily: "Master, except handsome and handsome, has nothing to do, how dare you say wise and sacred? Wise and sacred can eat as a meal? Dog The same thing. "

Deng Jian rolled on the ground and burst into tears.

Fang Jifan was shocked in his heart. Why is it that Fang Caiyi was serious? Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but ... hey, buddy is also very embarrassed. If Master Ben is gentle and gentle, how can he give up treatment?

Who would have expected it, Deng Jian rolled up suddenly, but leaned his head, and said with excitement: "Master's illness is finally better, small ... small ... I am really happy for the master, and the cry is joyful and crying."

Ok?

Can Fang Jifan stay like a chicken?