After hearing Zhu Changluo's words, Zhang Weixian sighed and said, "Your Highness, raising a tiger is a disaster."

Zhu Changluo bent down again and patted Zhang Weixian on the shoulder, and then said with concern: "Duke should take a good rest. I will weigh these trivial matters."

After saying that, Zhu Changluo turned around and left.

Zhang Weixian sighed helplessly and said to himself: "Walking with a tiger, you will never be devoured by a tiger."

After leaving the Duke of England's mansion, Zhu Changluo got into a carriage and headed straight for Fang's mansion. When the carriage arrived in front of the door of the house, the prince's entourage first stepped forward and knocked the door. The doorman opened the door. The entourage greeted him, and the entourage opened the middle door, then turned around and went in to report.

Soon, the prince's entourage saw the concierge running back alone and said with a somewhat awkward expression: "Our master is now seriously ill and cannot get out of bed. He cannot go out to welcome His Highness. He also forgot his Highness for forgiveness."

The entourage looked a little unfavorable when he heard this, but he didn't say much, turned around and told Zhu Changluo the words of the doorman through the curtain of the carriage.

Zhu Changluo's expression was not seen through the curtain, and he only heard him snorting coldly: "This is such a big air, and I have to put it on with me, so I will tolerate him for a while." As he said that, Zhu Changluo lifted the curtain of the carriage and got out of the carriage.

The entourage followed Zhu Changluo and went straight to the front of Fang Mansion. The concierge stepped forward to greet him and accused Fang Congzhe again, but Zhu Changluo ignored him.

The entourage behind Zhu Changluo ordered to the concierge: "Lead the way forward."

Fang Congzhe, who was originally reading a book in the study, received a notice from the concierge, and a hint of lust appeared on his face. Then he told the concierge to go out to pass the message. He turned around and went back to the room, untied his clothes and messed up his hair, then reached out to rub it hard on his face for a few times, then lay back on the bed and closed the quilt.

When the concierge led Zhu Changluo to Fang Congzhe's room, he saw Fang Congzhe's eyes were sleepy and looked weak. Time froze, and Fang Congzhe had only time to act six points. Although his appearance looked a little haggard, his face was still a little rosy. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like he was so sick that he couldn't even get out of bed.

Zhu Changluo entered the door and knew that Fang Congzhe was pretending to be sick, but he couldn't expose it. He didn't mind seeing Fang Congzhe's behavior. If Fang Congzhe really dared to sit there and see him vigorously at this time, he would really not give him any face at all.

Zhu Changluo first called to Fang Congzhe who was lying on the bed, "Old Ge..."

Fang Congzhe slowly turned his head with a sick look, pretending to know the arrival of His Royal Highness, and said, "Why is His Royal Highness coming in person? Oh, help me up and greet His Royal Highness."

As he said that, Fang Congzhe pretended to greet the doorman, and Zhu Changluo cooperated very well and hurriedly said, "Since the Master of Ge is seriously ill, there is no need to be too polite. The affairs in the court are busy. I haven't seen Master of Ge for many days and I am very nervous. Today I come to visit Master of Ge today."

When Fang Congzhe heard Zhu Changluo's words, he lay back again without having to help him. He said weakly: "There have been many things in the old minister's house recently. The old minister lost his son in his old age, and the mansion in charge of the affairs were suspected of colluding with Jiannu. A few days ago, the prince encountered an accident and suspected that the affairs in the east of the city were related to the old minister. He surrounded the people in the old minister's house in the house. All things accumulated over the past few days, and the old minister fell ill. This delayed the affairs in the court. I hope that the crown prince can understand the old minister. Alas, the old minister is really forced to do so." As he said that, Fang Congzhe looked at the turbid eyes and was about to squeeze a few tears.

Fang Congzhe did not expect that the prince, who was not always visible and unrestrained, was so experienced in his daily life. The people he mentioned were all Fang Congzhe's hard-core gangs and belonged to the same party. Although some people did not call them names, Fang Congzhe heard the legend and knew the sound of the voice. He knew who it was without saying clearly. Zhu Changluo was so soft that he could not be hard and threatened by his strength.

If these people are really cut off and expelled from Beijing and placed in the local area, Fang Congzhe's power may have lost a large part of it. Helplessly, Fang Congzhe had to surrender: "Your Highness, now nine out of ten departments in the court are empty, and no one is available. It is really not appropriate to make a big move. The old ministers still understand the abilities of these people. Although they are not outstanding, they are also smart and capable, diligent and hardworking. They also do their best to deal with big and small matters in the court, and they handle them in an orderly manner. Perhaps the old ministers have not been in the cabinet recently, and these people have lost their ideas on some major matters and have been lazy for a while."

Zhu Changluo hid in Fang Congzhe's room and asked: "I think what the Pavilion Master said is not without reason, but the Pavilion Master is now going to recuperate in the mansion for one or two months. Wouldn't these people be deposed? How should the Pavilion Master solve the problem of slackness in these people according to what Pavilion Master said?"

Fang Congzhe understood that the prince was forcing him to express his opinion. As long as he continued to pretend to be sick, even if he thought of a 10,000-perfect solution for the prince, it would be useless. He had to say: "During the time when the old minister was not in the cabinet, I think there was a lot of memorials, and many major matters still need to be handled by the old minister. The old minister was deeply grateful that the emperor's grace was vast. Although he was seriously ill, how could he delay the court's major affairs? In ancient times, Zhuge Kongming devoted himself to his dedication and died. The old minister should follow the example of the ancients and repay the emperor's grace. Even if he received illness, he would not dare to refuse. Tomorrow, he would just wait for tomorrow. Even if the old minister asked someone to carry him, he would return to the cabinet to serve. I hope that your highness would not think about the old minister's health and would be kind to the old minister to return to the cabinet."

Zhu Changluo despised Fang Congzhe's shamelessness and thought, I have any concerns about your body, I have invited you for a long time, of course I will be sure.

However, Zhu Changluo still pretended to be deeply moved, and stepped forward to hold Fang Congzhe's hand and said, "I am deeply moved by the righteousness of Master Fang. I am willing to join the post while I am sick. I am worthy of being a model of all officials. I thank Master Fang for Master Fang for the people of the Ming Dynasty for this intention. I will definitely do it. But Master Fang can ignore his health, but I cannot ignore it." As he said, Zhu Changluo turned his head to the entourage behind him and said, "After returning, please ask the envoy of the Imperial Hospital to diagnose the condition of Master Fang, and also help Master Fang to take care of his body. If you have any needs, please go to our mansion to get it."

Fang Congzhe looked grateful and cried bitterly, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your pity for the old ministers. The old ministers must do their best to serve as the Ming Dynasty, the emperor, the crown prince, and the crown prince, and only after their death."

Zhu Changluo nodded with a smile, then let go of Fang Congzhe's hand, and said, "Gei Master Fang is very wise, and I feel very comforted. In this way, the master will take a good rest for a day. Tomorrow, the master will have to enter the chief of the cabinet, so I won't disturb you much."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince walks slowly, I forgive you for not being able to see me off if I am sick."

Fang Congzhe ordered to the concierge again: "Send the crown prince to me to see him."

As soon as Zhu Changluo left the mansion, Fang Congzhe's face immediately turned dark, and his expression was so gloomy that it could almost drip out of water. He snorted coldly and sat up, then lifted the quilt and turned over and sat on the edge of the bed.

At this moment, the doorman shouted "Master".

Fang Congzhe saw Zhu Changluo turn around and come into the room again. Before he entered, he asked, "By the way, Master Fang, I have something else to do..."

When Fang Congzhe heard the call from the doorman, he felt something was wrong, but it was too late to lie back on the bed.

Zhu Changluo pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Is Mr. Fang... able to get out of bed?"
Chapter completed!