I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Fang Xiu squinted at him and asked back, "So what if you don't take it seriously?"

Du Chen'an hurriedly said: "The lower official is so dizzy from crying, he's talking nonsense."

Fang Xiudao: "Stop talking nonsense, speak quickly!"

Du Chen'an didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, and hurriedly said: "In addition to Li Jiang selling officials and nobles in your name, there is also the 19th year of Dezheng, when the imperial examinations were held, the lower officials were the chief examiners.

Qin Xingyan gave the lower official 5 taels of silver, and asked the lower official to grade his son's examination paper higher, and the lower official agreed without telling you..."

Fang Xiu frowned, and asked, "How do you know which exam paper belongs to Qin Xingyan's son?"

Even if it is a rotten to the root of the big dry.

The imperial examination is a first-class event!

Fraud in the imperial examination, once the incident occurs, is a serious crime of copying and beheading.

No one dares to tamper with it.

Du Chenan said: "The lower officials don't know."

Fang Xiudao: "Then how do you rate his exam paper high?"

Du Chenan said: "The lower officials didn't do anything, they just graded the papers as they should. Then Qin Yongxin won a second-class Jinshi in the end. His father thought it was the lower officials' credit, but in fact it was all on his own."

The corner of Fang Xiu's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Then if he fails the ranking, how will you explain it?"

Du Chenan said: "It's normal to fail the rankings. The test papers are too bad. Even if you deliberately judge high, you can't make it back. At that time, Qin Xingyan was a servant just like the lower officials. He couldn't beat the lower officials."

"Then what if he asks you for money?"

Du Chen'an showed doubts: "Money? What money?"

Seeing his serious appearance, Fang Xiu choked out a sentence for a long time: "The truth is amazing."

Du Chen'an chuckled, feeling that the wound didn't hurt anymore, and replied: "Fang Xiang is absurd."

"Who praised you!"

Fang Xiu resisted the urge to kick him again, and asked, "What else?"

Du Chen'an thought for a while, and said, "Only these two things, nothing else."

Fang Xiudao: "Understood, a total of 15 taels will be delivered to the Prime Minister's residence tomorrow."

Du Chen'an was startled, and blurted out: "Counting Qin Xingyan's 5 taels, the lower official only got 10 taels..."

The voice just fell.

He suddenly came to his senses, raised his hand and slapped himself, saying: "The official is talking nonsense again, it is 15 taels, the official just remembered it wrong."

Say so.

But he said in his heart: Fang Xiang is even better in the aspect of amazement!

"Then the officer has resigned?"

Seeing that Fang Xiu didn't speak for a long time, Du Chen'an said cautiously.

Fang Xiu glanced at him and said, "There is one more thing."

Du Chenan said: "Master Fang, please tell me."

Fang Xiu seemed to have thought of something, his expression became a little strange, and he asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that those two guards really beat you to death?"

Hear the question.

The scene of being beaten before appeared in Du Chen'an's mind, and he couldn't get angry, and said: "Those two bastards! They don't know how to adapt at all! The subordinate said that letting them stun the subordinate is just an exaggerated grammar. He The two really took it seriously.

At that time, Xiaguan begged them, don't fight, don't fight, they still didn't stop fighting, Xiaguan's heart really sank to the bottom at that time, thinking in his heart, it's over now, pleading guilty has turned into hanging himself in fear of sin... ..."

"..."

amazing...

Fang Xiu waved his hand: "Go away!"

"okay!"

Du Chen'an got up from the ground and ran away in a hurry.

Fang Xiu looked at his back and felt more and more.

Apart from himself, there seemed to be few normal people in the party.

He sighed, left them alone, took the newspaper in his hand, and went to find Daji.

............

at the same time.

Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Wu Mingkong, who had just finished reviewing the memorial, put down his pen, stretched his waist, and groaned comfortably.

aside.

Lin Wan'er hastily presented a cup of tea, and said, "Your Majesty, this is the new beauty tea from Zhenbaozhai, please try it."

Wu Mingkong reached out to take the teacup, took a sip, seemed to think of something, and said:

"Last time I asked you to ask Shang Gong, why is there a man who is 28 years old and still doesn't marry a wife and have children, can you ask?"

Chapter 81 Recipe for Bu Yang

"The servant asked."

Wu Mingkong turned his head to look at her, and asked casually, "What did Shang Gong say?"

Lin Wan'er said: "Shang Gong said that there are several possibilities. The first one is a person with a natural disability. If there is no such desire, even if there is, nothing can be done..."

Wu Mingkong frowned slightly.

When he was in Yin Renju, that sex embryo kept staring at the dancer's legs, which showed that he still had desires...

Not only is there, but it is huge!

This reason can be ruled out.

"The second possibility is that you spend your days unrestrained and overworked, which damages your yang energy and makes you unable to have children..."

Wu Mingkong blushed slightly, glanced at Lin Wan'er, and said, "Who told you to ask about having a baby?"

Lin Wan'er's eyes showed a blank look, and said, "Didn't you marry a wife and have children?"

"I just want to ask... that's all, you continue to talk."

Wu Mingkong blushed and waved his hands unnaturally.

Lin Wan'er continued: "The third possibility is that the person's heart belongs to him, so he restrains himself and refuses to marry others."

Be your own, restrain yourself...

Wu Mingkong was slightly taken aback, a blush suddenly appeared on his fair face.

Could that be her?

As soon as this idea came to her mind, she rejected it.

The old man is already 28, and the age to marry a wife has passed more than ten years.

More than ten years ago.

She is still a child.

If the heart really belongs to her, then it's not romance, it's perversion!

If not her, who would it be...

Thinking that the old man might have someone in his heart.

Wu Mingkong was suddenly unhappy.

aside.

Lin Wan'er didn't notice Wu Mingkong's abnormality, and continued: "There is one last possibility, overworked, exhausted, and no time to marry a wife and have children."

Hear this.

Wu Mingkong's eyes lit up.

in her memory.

Fang Xiu, the traitor, has never rested for a moment since he became the prime minister.

To say he was exhausted would not be an exaggeration.

Think about it.

Among the four reasons, this is the most reliable.

of course.

In addition, the second, the third is also possible.

Think of this.

Wu Mingkong looked at Lin Wan'er, pretending to be careless, and said casually, "What's the way to deal with it?"

Lin Wan'er was like a bright mirror in her heart.

The 28-year-old man His Majesty mentioned is actually Fang Xiang.

Asking Shang Gong these words is also for Fang Xiang.

But the last time I suffered from sister understanding, this time my memory grew, and I pretended not to know, and replied: "Shang Gong said that there are different methods for each of these four items."

Wu Mingkong was slightly taken aback, his eyes showed a look of bewilderment, and he asked doubtfully, "Is there a method for the first method?"

"..."

Lin Wan'er was silent for a second, her pretty face blushed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Your servant made a mistake, the first type is hopeless."

Wu Mingkong: "..."

"Go on."

"Ah."

Lin Wan'er continued: "For the second type, as long as you take more prescriptions for nourishing yin and nourishing yang, pay attention to restraint on weekdays, adjust your diet, and eat more tonics, you can recover within a month at most."

"For the third type, heart disease needs heart medicine. Different people have different methods. It is probably to let people get rid of the demons and start over."

"For the fourth type, you don't need to do anything else, just take more rest."

Wu Mingbai's fair face showed a thoughtful look, and he muttered to himself: "Prescription, diet, rest..."

Lin Wan'er stood aside, thinking: Your Majesty will not seek medicine for Fang Xiang, right?

Just thought so.

In the next second, Wu Mingkong's voice was heard.

"You will go to the imperial hospital later, and ask the imperial doctor to prescribe a few doses of Yang-tonifying medicine, and ask again, what is the most nourishing for men."

After Wu Mingkong finished speaking, he felt that his small thoughts were too blatant.

Blush appeared on his fair face, trying to find a reasonable reason to prove that he was not asking for medicine for others.

But racking his brains, he couldn't figure it out.

Face flushed red.

aside.

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty doesn't need to explain, this servant understands."

"The maidservant has gone to get the medicine, goodbye, Your Majesty."

After speaking, he didn't dare to stay for a quarter of an hour, turned around and left.

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, looked at her back, gritted his silver teeth, and said unhappily: