Ming Dynasty: I, Emperor Chongzhen, swear not to go to Meishan

Eunuch Rong Mo stayed at Fan's house for a few days. Fan Lingxian's warm reception made him feel a little embarrassed and wanted to move out. However, Fan Lingxian kindly persuaded him to stay, so he had to stay shamelessly for a few more days.

Eunuch Rong Mo was too embarrassed to live and eat for free, and the money was not accepted, so he had to take out a small glazed tiger zodiac sign and give it to Fan Lingxian as a gift.

He carried several of these glazed zodiac signs with him, which were equipped by the emperor for emergency use. Unexpectedly, they came in handy now.

This time, Fan Lingxian was not polite and accepted it happily. This was not only because of the preciousness of the Liuli zodiac sign, but also because Fan Lingxian's zodiac sign happened to be tiger, and the gift from Eunuch Rong Mo was so close to his heart.

Fan Lingxian couldn't put it down and was playing with the glazed tiger in his study alone. His cousin Fan Cheng happened to come in and his eyes lit up when he saw the glazed tiger in his hand.

Brother, let my cousin take a look.

He played with it for a while, but still had no intention of returning it to Fan Lingxian. Fan Lingxian was a little anxious, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

Brother, this glazed tiger is of great use to my cousin. Please sell it to my cousin for a thousand taels.

My cousin wants it, but how dare I refuse to give it to a family? Talking about money hurts our feelings. Fan Lingxian said generously, but his heart was bleeding. It was his beloved thing, but he didn't dare to compete with his cousin. I had to bear the pain and give up my love.

You're welcome, cousin, haha. Fan Cheng smiled happily. Rare things are valuable. He planned to dedicate this little treasure to his master to please him and stabilize his status.

As for his cousin's feelings, he didn't care at all. Perhaps, he thought that when he became rich in the future, sending his cousin a fortune would be considered as caring for him.

Fan Lingxian left the study with a smile. As soon as he walked out of the study, his whole face suddenly darkened. He went back to the room angrily, and almost collided with the butler Fan Ping, who was running in a hurry.

Sir, why are you so angry? Fan Ping quickly stepped aside and backed down. He couldn't help but be startled when he saw his old master's dark face.

Fan Ping, what's wrong with your face? Fan Ling first saw that half of Fan Ping's cheek was swollen and couldn't help being startled, frowning and asking.

Master... Fan Ping's eyes turned red, his face full of grievance and pain, and he hesitated to speak.

Who is it? Fan Ling shouted first, his face turned from black to green, and he looked very angry. There was a big red palm print on Fan Ping's face, which showed that he had been beaten.

Fan Ping is a three-generation veteran steward who has followed his grandfather, father and him. He is loyal and hard-working, and has a transcendent status in the Fan family. Even he must be polite to Fan Ping and call him Uncle Fan. Unexpectedly, in his family He was beaten. It was obviously a slap in his face. How could he not be so angry that he was furious?

Master, I am Master Cheng's attendant... Fan Ping covered his swollen and sore face and told the story of the incident in an aggrieved manner.

Master Fan Cheng's ten followers were not only arrogant and domineering, but also very difficult to serve. They ruined all the young and beautiful maids in the house. Forget it, they even wanted to ruin the master's favorite concubine Yunxiang.

Fan Ping, the manager, couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop him. He was slapped loudly and fainted on the spot.

I don't know how much time passed, but Fan Ping woke up and found himself lying on the cold floor. He quickly got up and ran to Fan Lingxian to report in a panic.

Yunxiang... Fan Lingxian let out a painful groan, clenching his fists, and his face looked ferocious and scary.

Although he was filled with grief and anger, he did not save Yunxiang. Instead, he slumped down on the chair because judging from the time, it was obviously too late.

Who is a man if he can't even protect his own woman in his own home?

Haha... Fan Lingxian suddenly laughed strangely, with an expression as if he was crazy.

Master, master... Fan Ping was startled and quickly stepped forward and shook his body vigorously.

Uncle Fan, I'm not crazy, I'm just feeling panicked... Fan Lingxian covered his chest and gasped.

Your Majesty, Uncle Fan has something to say to you. Fan Ping suddenly said in a deep voice, with a serious expression on his face.

Ah, Uncle Fan...please say...