Handbook for Avoiding the Court

The drizzle is flying all over the sky, a misty rain scene, weeping willows and green water, rippling blue waves.

On the bank of Yuhu Lake, a young man in white is dancing with a sword. He swung his sword forward, the light of the sword was shining, hissing and piercing the wind, his wrist suddenly turned the hilt of the sword, the body of the sword was spinning rapidly, picking up anime flying flowers, and a few butterflies were dancing...

The boy's name is Fang Ji, and he is seventeen years old.The grandson of Fang Qimin, the richest merchant in Ningcheng.Her mother Fang Rumeng was known as "the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River" when she was young.

Fang Qimin has only one woman, Fang Rumeng, so Fang Ji is naturally highly valued.Fang Qimin found the best husband and martial artist for him, and he was particular about food and clothing.

However, Fang Qimin passed away inexplicably when Fang Ji was 11 years old, and all the affairs of Fang Mansion fell into Fang Rumeng's hands.

And this Young Master Pian Pian is also strange, only one servant called Fang Lai is left by his side, and he sent all the other maids and servants away.

"Fang Lai, why did my adoptive father call me back to the capital in such a hurry?" Fang Ji's face was covered with sweat, and his temples were drenched, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat.

"My lord told you to go to the capital without delay." Fang Lai scratched his head and muttered to express his ignorance.

That night, two people, two horses, the sound of hooves pierced the silent night sky.

A few days later, he arrived in the capital.

The capital is bustling and bustling, with teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, and workshops lining the streets.There are still many small vendors with umbrellas in the open space on both sides of the street.

Pedestrians are constantly on the street, some are carrying burdens on the road, some are driving ox carts to deliver goods, and some are driving donkeys to pull trucks. With the city tower as the center, there are row upon row of houses on both sides.

Fang Ji brought his servant Fang here, strolling, watching and eating all the way, having a great time.

After all, it was the capital city. Seeing that it was getting dusk, the setting sun had turned a thin layer of blush, and the streets were still extremely lively.

Maybe I've lived in the South for a long time, and it's a novelty to be here for the first time.

"Young Master!" Fang Lai followed, panting.

Fang Ji glanced at the sweaty man who was about to collapse, and said lightly: "You don't have to follow me, you go back to the palace first!"

Fang Lai stretched out his sleeve to wipe off his sweat, turned around and left, and pretended to look back and said, "My lord, come back early."

"talkative."

"..."

"Young master! Buy a mask!" A young man held a mask and yelled at him with a smile.

mask?Fang Ji stopped, hesitated for a moment, and looked at the mask stand. He hadn't touched these things for many years, and he still bought them once when he was eleven or twelve years old. That time...

"Young master, three pennies!" The young man stretched out three fingers, still smiling.

"I don't have any money...can you give me one..." An almost audible voice came.

Hearing the sound, Fang Ji glanced sideways at the young man next to him who didn't give money for shopping. He saw him in ragged clothes, slender figure, black hair shawl, and a white mask on his face. He couldn't see his face clearly. A pair of black and bright eyes.

"Hey! No money! Let's go!" The young guy heard that he had no money to buy things, his smiling face instantly changed, and he stretched out his hand to remove the mask on the boy in black!

The boy in black hid behind Fang Ji, without saying a word, and did not return the mask.

For some reason, Fang Ji always felt that the boy in black in front of him seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it, as if he had dreamed about it in a dream, but he still couldn't see it clearly.

The young guy got angry now, rolled up his sleeves, crossed his hips, and before he could make another move, a voice came.

"I gave it for him. Don't be angry, boss."

After saying that, Fang Ji took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it to the boss.

The boss's stinky face of being in debt and asking for money burst into laughter again, nodded and bowed and said, "Young master, pick whatever you want, take whatever you want!" While talking, he forced the mask into Fang Ji's arms.

Fang Ji really didn't want to see this unpredictable face again, so he dropped the mask in his arms, turned around and was about to leave, when he met the boy in black and bumped into him!

"Thank you..." The black-clothed boy stroked the mask, was startled, and then said again, "Sorry..."

Fang Ji never liked to communicate with strangers too much. Although the black-clothed boy of unknown origin seemed to know him before him, he couldn't tell the truth. He was a little flustered for a while.

"Your Highness, do you want to follow?" The servant pointed to Fang Ji who was gradually going away.

"Of course!"

"But your body? Master, it's no small thing to say, your acting level is much better than that of the singer!" The servant looked at the master's body, and felt it was funny, but he didn't dare to laugh. green.

The master couldn't help laughing, and quickly took off his coarse clothes, revealing a snow-white brocade robe, and took off the gray turban wrapped around his head. The servant handed him a silk handkerchief, and wiped his face carefully.

Not long after, a rich and noble young man wearing a golden crown, eyebrows like ink paintings, and eyes like cold stars appeared in a personable manner.

Fang Ji was pacing up and down the street, but couldn't find a good place to go, so his mood suddenly faded.

The breeze was blowing, bored, looking for a secluded place, Fang Ji took out the white jade flute he just bought from his arms, and the melodious sound of the flute filled the air, mellow and crisp, singing lightly.

"Okay!" A man in white clapped his hands and smiled at him.The tall and straight figure seems to have light and shadow flowing.

Fang Ji put down the white jade flute, and stared at the man coldly with downcast eyes. Fang Ji left without saying a word.

"This man!" The servant looked angrily at this cold-faced young man who didn't know what to do or what to do.

On the contrary, the rich young man was full of interest, he smiled and said: "Interesting!" Then he followed again.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, his belly was rumbling with hunger, a restaurant in front was full of fragrance, and people were coming and going, Fang Ji hesitated for a moment, then walked in.

At this moment, there were not many people in the restaurant, so Fang Ji looked for a seat by the window, staring at the busy street outside the window.

Suddenly a familiar black figure appeared, still wearing the white mask on his face. Fang Ji's heart sank, and his eyes involuntarily followed that person. Coincidentally, that person was also looking up at him, and his eyes met. Fang Ji panicked. , Hastily shifted his gaze elsewhere.

Looking back, that person had disappeared into the vast crowd.Fang Ji suddenly felt a little lost.

Probably because he was absent-minded, Fang Ji never noticed that there was a wealthy young man across the table at some point.

"My lord, can we have a meal together?"

A mature and stable male voice pulled Fang Ji back to the table.

Fang Ji glanced at the person in front of him, and said calmly: "There are many seats, young master find another place, I don't like to sit with others."

The rich young man in front of him didn't mind, he still smiled and said, "My lord, I have something for you." Then he handed Fang Ji a white brocade bag with lotus roots.

Fang Ji took the purse, frowned, and said in silence, "Thank you!"

"Then, my lord, for the sake of my money, do you want to give me a favor and have a drink together?"

"En." Fang Ji raised his eyes and looked at the young master again, only to see that he was smiling, gentle and refined, with a little more kindness in his heart, so he no longer refused.

"My name is Wang Qi, and my name is Fengqian. How about you?" Wang Qi took out an ivory fan from his waist and fanned it leisurely.

Fang Ji couldn't help but chuckled to himself, he was obviously a dandy, but he wanted to imitate that literati and bachelor to play tricks.But he was also very candid and funny.

"My name is Fang Ji, unidentified."

"Brother Fang Xian!" This person was familiar, and he called him naturally and kindly.

"Wang..." Fang Ji was about to speak, but the servant behind the rich son muttered, "Our son is the second prince, how can you call him a brother!"

When Fang Ji heard this, he was surprised and swallowed the words crisply.

"It's okay! Just call me Brother Wang!" Wang Qi didn't mind, with a calm expression on his face.

Wang Qi whispered something in the young servant's ear, and after a while, a table full of wine and food was served.

The two of them just sat opposite each other without embarrassment, and the table of good food was hardly touched.

"Brother Fang Xian, it's not enough fun here, I wonder if I can invite you to my house for a few drinks alone?" Wang Qi's words were high-spirited, with the air of blowing out a thousand feet.

Fang Ji raised his eyes to look at his sincere and noble face, hesitated for a moment between his brows, and said lightly: "Yes."

The author has something to say:

Do not know each other.

Ps: Because of my first writing, the traces of prose are a bit heavy, which makes the previous chapters a bit dull. In fact, this novel has many stalks, and the story is quite ups and downs. Due to my writing problems, I can't describe it well.

However, in the following chapters, specifically around chapter 30, after being re-attacked, the storyline has improved a lot, and it is no longer dull.Under the opinion of the sisters, traces of prose were changed.

Give me a chance, okay?

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