Chapter 1246 Princess Gaoyang’s Troubles
Princess Gaoyang felt something was wrong. After all, wasn't she showing off her husband? Although Fang Jun is good enough, and Princess Gaoyang does regard Fang Jun as the perfect husband, Si Zi relies too much on Fang Jun. If he gets older, this dependence will turn into admiration, and then in the future...
Who knows if admiration will turn into love again?
Princess Gaoyang wanted to kill this potential change in Princess Jinyang, but now although she tried her best to belittle Fang Jun and make Fang Jun's image in Sizi's mind plummet, the effect was not only unsatisfactory, but even the opposite.
Now when it comes to making money...
Who can make more money than Fang Jun?
It would be better to say that the poetry is better than Fang Jun's, which is more convincing. After all, poetry, poetry, and poetry are different things, and it is difficult to have a unified rule to measure them. Even if it is a famous work that has been passed down through the ages, some people will still sneer at it. .
But wealth is quantified. How much you have is what you have. Whether you accept it or not, there is nothing false about it...
"Can I cook better than my brother-in-law?" Princess Jinyang asked repeatedly.
"There must be this, but..." Princess Gaoyang couldn't continue.
There must be someone who cooks better than Fang Jun. The royal chef in the palace is definitely better than Fang Jun in terms of pure cooking skills, but will the father marry his son to a cook?
How is it possible...
Among the children of aristocratic families, there are many people who are not diligent about food and body, but when it comes to cooking...
I'm afraid the fire won't start.
"Can you be a higher official than your brother-in-law?" Princess Jinyang chased after her.
Princess Gaoyang was a little annoyed: "Are you still finished?"
How could he be older than Fang Junguan?
It's not that there aren't people older than Fang Junguan, but anyone who can climb to the third-rank official position must be over forty years old. How old must he be to reach the second-rank official position? There are only a few people in the court who have higher official positions than Fang Jun. How could the father marry Si Zi to those old guys?
"So, Sister Seventeen, you are simply lying. There is clearly no better man than my brother-in-law!" Princess Jinyang pouted, a little dissatisfied.
Princess Gao Yang said to her heart, "Isn't that just to comfort you?"
You take it seriously...
There is only one Fang Er in the world, so he is naturally the best. How could there be a better man? But no matter how good Fang Jun is, he is my sister’s man...
Your sister’s man belongs to your sister. If your sister doesn’t give it to you, you can’t snatch it away...
Princess Gao Yang touched her forehead with her hand, looking helpless.
Dead Fang Jun, stinky Fang Jun, black-faced god, why are you so good when you have nothing to do? It's okay now. If Si Zi has a secret love for Fang Jun, it will be a big trouble in the future.
At this time, she was worried that Si Zi was attracted by Fang Jun's excellence, but she had forgotten that if Fang Jun hadn't attracted her to Fang Jun's excellence, she would have left Fang Jun aside long ago and made love to a handsome monk. Chasing the passionate and beautiful love...
Princess Jinyang clenched her little fists, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and said, "So, when I grow up, I will marry a husband like my brother-in-law!"
Princess Gao Yang stroked her forehead and sighed helplessly.
For the first time, I felt that having a good husband is also a worry. No one is blind, and everyone likes good men. They are so popular!
No, Fang Jun was confused with Princess Changle before, but now Si Zi admires Fang Jun so much that even his own sisters are so jealous that they can’t help but take action...
How can this be a good thing?
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There was also a fire bed in the study. Fang Jun came here after his concubines had changed his clothes.
Princess Jinyang is the princess of the Tang Dynasty, she is the king, and Fang Jun is his minister. Even at home, he must follow the rules. With Princess Jinyang around, he can only give up the main room and go to the study to stay...< br>
Wu Meiniang made hot tea aside, holding the tea bowl with her bare hands, and put it at Fang Jun's hand.
She was accompanying Princess Jinyang and Princess Hengshan to admire a peony that was about to bloom in the flower room. When she heard that Fang Jun had returned home, Princess Jinyang didn't wait for a moment and hurriedly asked the maid to push the wheelchair back to the main room. Princess Hengshan, on the other hand, was so attracted to the beauty of peonies that she lingered and refused to leave. Wu Meiniang had to ask the maid to put Princess Hengshan in place before returning.
Princess Hengshan is not as stable and dignified as Princess Jinyang. She is the most naughty and naughty. If she goes crazy, it will be bad except for accidents...
Fang Jun had just changed the medicine on his hip and couldn't lie down. There were injuries on his shoulder blades and lower abdomen, so he couldn't lie down, so he could only lie sideways and rest his head on Wu Meiniang's plump and slender legs.
I was still able to hike in the barren mountains outside the city, but when I returned home, my whole body was tingling and my limbs were weak. I felt very uncomfortable even if I moved the slightest. It was really strange...
Wu Meiniang stroked the injury on her shoulder blade and said distressedly: "How can Mr. Lang be so impulsive? You are not a lonely wanderer in the city. If something happens, what will you do to the head of the house and his wife? What will you do to your highness and concubine?" What should we do with our bodies? What should we do with the children in our wombs? No matter what happens in the future, you must always remember safety first. No matter how big an official you become or how much merit you achieve, it will never compare to your peace and health. Even if you are punished by your Majesty for this, I am willing to eat chaff with you. Food, wandering around the world..."
Fang Jun felt warm in his heart, pinched her elastic thighs that felt smooth even through her clothes, and said with a smile: "As a husband, I just obey my wife's orders. If I do it again in the future, I will be dealt with as I please."
"Who wants to deal with you?" Wu Meiniang blushed. The woman who had been pregnant for many days was squeezed so hard that she had no choice but to hold down the mischievous big hand and caressed Fang Jun's thin cheek with her other hand, affectionately Looking into Fang Jun's eyes, he said softly: "My father passed away early, Lang Do you know what life is like for me and my sisters at home? Children without a father are the most miserable. I don’t want my children to have to experience that kind of pain. So, even for our children, The husband should also be well, his wife should be peaceful, and he should live a long life. ”
Fang Jun held Wu Meiniang's delicate white palm with his backhand and said solemnly: "I remember, Mei Niang, don't worry, Fang Jun will always put his family in the most important position in his heart throughout his life, no matter what the official title, no matter the country, everything. How can I compare with half a hair of my family members?”
No one who travels through time understands the importance of family ties better.
In fact, Fang Jun was a man who was content with being a little rich and was getting by. He had no obsession with becoming an immortal or a saint and being famous forever. The reason why he was so busy making inventions, building fleets, killing people and setting fires all over the world was just because he happened to be in the right situation. The time traveler also has a responsibility. The national sentiment from later generations prevents him from ignoring the fact that this nation prospered and declined according to its original trajectory, and fell into the abyss of history step by step.
Why should I sit on the sidelines when I can obviously try to do something?
That would make him feel uneasy...
Wu Meiniang was overjoyed. Could that woman stand such love words?
Not to mention that the man in front of me is an indomitable genius of the world. His literary talent and martial arts are among the few in the world...
Uncontrollably, she bent her slender waist slightly, lowered her head, and put on her pink lips.
After a long time, Wu Meiniang panted and pushed Fang Jun's head away, saying angrily: "Don't make trouble, okay? No way..."
Not only she, a pregnant woman who was pregnant with Liujia, couldn't do it, but Fang Jun couldn't do it either...
This guy has scars all over his body and back, how can he be so dishonest?
Fang Jun looked shy, stretched out his hand again, and said with a smile: "Of course I know it's not possible, but why don't you exercise? What are you afraid of?"
"Pah!" Wu Meiniang opened her big hand again and glared: "It doesn't work even if you touch it. It's so uncomfortable. It's fine just like this."
Emperor Wu showed off his power, how dare Fang Jun disobey?
He could only curl his lips and pretend to be disdainful: "If you don't want to touch me, I won't touch you. Don't ask me for anything in the future!"
Wu Meiniang snorted: "I don't ask for my body, who cares..."
"Na na na, is this what you said? Okay, I will remember it. If Wu Mei Niang doesn't care about you, don't others care about you? To tell you the truth, our second roommate is standing at the gate now. Who is shouting three times? Are you willing to sleep with me? Do you believe that young girls and young wives can line up from our door to Zhuque Gate?”
Fang Jun was very unhappy and retorted with his eyes widened.
Wu Meiniang smiled and bent over, panting and pinching Fang Jun's cheek lovingly, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, our Fang Erlang is unparalleled in handsomeness, unrestrained and suave..."
"That's enough! Now, believe it or not, someone will fall out?"
Fang Jun is most annoyed by people who say he is handsome or something. It is an obvious lie. Although he is the sunny and pretty boy type, this type is not popular these days. Women all like that kind of handsome boy... (End of this chapter) )