The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 12

[Chapter 12 The infatuated libertine]

“Have you lost your mind and gone crazy?”

In the Zuihua Pavilion, a young man’s wine glass stopped at his lips, with a suspicious look on his face.

The man opposite him slapped his thigh: “Can it be false? I heard it with my own ears from the young master of Uncle Wen Cheng’s family.”

Uncle Wen Cheng had always been on good terms with Uncle An Ping, and the young masters from the two families often came in and out of Zuihua Pavilion at the same time.

He happened to be there on the day when it was rumored that the young master of the Fang family was suffering from mental illness.

The man moved him out, and most of the people watching the excitement believed it immediately, and asked: “Tell me, why did the young master of the Fang family suddenly become heartbroken and go crazy?”

Seeing everyone’s curiosity, the man couldn’t help but feel proud. He stood up, picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and said: “It all starts with the marriage granted by the Holy Spirit…”

The tone of the speaker was high and low, and he made two gestures from time to time, just like a street man. Mr. Storyteller.

Everyone was amazed when he heard it, and they didn’t know it until he finished speaking.

It wasn’t until he stood up to leave that everyone realized what was going on and started discussing it in a lively manner.

“It turns out that the prodigal son has such an infatuated side.”

“I wonder what the charm of Miss Wanqing from Yirenju is, which makes the young master of the Fang family so obsessed.”

“It’s a pity that we can’t get married even if we have lovers…”

… …

It’s another leisurely afternoon, the sun is shining brightly.

Fang Xiu lay on the rocking chair in the yard, squinting slightly, enjoying the rare warmth in the cold winter.

The warm sunshine was flowing on his body, and his mood instantly became trance-like, making him feel much more comfortable.

“Master…”

A crisp call broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and looked lazily at the beautiful figure at the entrance of the courtyard.

Xiu’er half-stepped into the courtyard and found that her young master was resting.

A blush appeared on her fair face, and she walked quickly behind Fang Xiu, placed her slender hands on his shoulders, and massaged them gently.

“Master, I have something to ask you…”

Xiu’er is the personal maid carefully selected by Fang’s mother for Fang Xiu. She was just sent to him on Fang Xiu’s eighteenth birthday last month.

Although the little maid is not very old, she is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her appearance and figure are among the best among the maids in the house.

He has a cheerful and lively personality and is deeply loved by Fang’s mother.

It stands to reason that such a personal maid must serve her master sooner or later, but she was sent to Fang Xiu for more than a week, and she was still a virgin.

Fang Xiu considers himself a good young man of the new era growing up under the red flag and bathing in the spring breeze.

The little maid is only fourteen or fifteen years old, still a child, no matter how beastly he is, she can’t do anything to her!

At this moment, he enjoyed the little maid’s skillful massage techniques and

casually asked: “What’s the matter?” Xiu’er gently rubbed her young master’s shoulders, with a curious look on her face, and asked in a soft voice: “Master, are you Is it really because of Miss Wanqing that you mortgaged the master’s treasure?”

The master’s treasure naturally refers to the antique calligraphy and paintings and rare treasures in the study.

Before An Pingbo returned to Qingzhou, he would hold those pieces of porcelain and wipe them back and forth every day. It would not be an exaggeration to call them treasures.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and looked back at Xiu’er.

A faint blush appeared on Xiu’er’s pretty face, her eyes averted, and the strength in her hands became much lighter.

Fang Xiu turned his head, sighed, and asked, “How did you know?”

Seeing him admitting it, Xiu’er had little stars in her eyes and replied, “Xiu’er…Xiu’er heard what people outside said …”

In fact, the so-called people outside are Aunt Wang who sells vegetables next door.

Xiu’er didn’t dare to tell the truth because she was afraid that the young master would be irritated again if his secret became known to everyone.

What she didn’t expect was that Fang Xiu was so eager to do this…

that this matter would spread in the capital and become known to almost the entire city, and that he was behind it.

Although this is true, you still have to pretend in front of other people.

Fang Xiu pretended to be serious, sighed, looked at a floating cloud in the sky, and remained speechless for a long time.

Xiu’er thought that her young master was recalling sad past events, so she carefully rubbed his shoulders without disturbing him.

After a while, she asked timidly: “Master, can you tell me a story about you and Miss Wanqing?”

Although the little maid usually talks and acts like an adult, she is still a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old after all.

What I am most interested in are stories about love and love.

At this moment, when I heard others say that my young master was an infatuated libertine, I was naturally filled with joy and curiosity, and wanted to know the inside story.

Fang Xiu looked at the girl’s excited expression, thought for a while, and said, “Same as today, it was a sunny afternoon, and I was walking by the lake…”

The little maid saw that her young master was willing to tell stories, and her pretty face blossomed. He smiled, hurriedly stood upright, and listened attentively.

“I remember that the sunset that day was beautiful, and it shone on her body, making her look like a fairy…”

Fang Xiu takes Romance of the West Chamber as the main theme and combines a bunch of love stories between famous prostitutes and noble princes. The story is vivid, poignant and heart-warming.

The little maid listening next to her had tears in her eyes and she kept sobbing softly.

“…It’s a pity that lovers can’t get married. Your Majesty intends to betroth Princess Anle to me. If I can’t marry Miss Wanqing again, I’m afraid I won’t have a chance in my life.”

At the end, Fang Xiu sighed pretending to be sad.

In order to pretend to be more realistic, he secretly drooled some saliva in the corner of his eyes while the little maid was not paying attention.

In fact, the little maid couldn’t help wiping her tears. If she hadn’t taken into account the rules of the Fang Mansion, she might have burst into tears.

Where is the time to observe whether Fang Xiu is really sad or fake.

After a long time, the little maid wiped away her tears and sobbed: “Your Majesty…why do you have to…destroy the happiness of you and Miss Wanqing…”

She blurted out these words, and Fang Xiu had no time to react and was startled. .

Fortunately, there were only two people in the yard, he and Xiu’er. Otherwise, if someone heard about it, they would inevitably make a fuss about it.

I would like to say that this matter is not a big deal, but it is not a small matter. How to deal with it all depends on the emperor’s mood.

Fang Xiu didn’t want to be caught, so he quickly said: “Your Majesty probably doesn’t know the story between me and Wan Qing.”

Xiu’er pursed her lips slightly and said angrily: “Even so, Your Majesty shouldn’t do this. And Princess Anle, if it weren’t for her, the young master would have married Miss Wanqing long ago!”

Fang Xiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said awkwardly: “Your Highness the Princess probably doesn’t want this…”

Xiu’er doesn’t care about this, she With red eyes, he looked at his young master and thought.

The young master must be feeling very bitter…

Outside

the courtyard wall, a beautiful young girl stood close to the courtyard door, clenching her pink fists and biting her lower lip.

There seemed to be tears in his eyes.

(End of chapter)