Things that could be solved with money were never a problem for Fang Er. After giving instructions to Lai Yifa, he walked over and sat beside Fang Xuanling, looking at him curiously.
“Tell me, Duke Fang, what’s going on with you?”
Just after the morning court yesterday, Li Shimin summoned his officials again in the evening.
During the meeting, Fang Xuanling, who had just recovered a little, actually joined forces with Wei Zheng to put on a show.
They threatened to die for their principles!
They refused to accept the reform!
The two of them brought up every reason they could think of.
Wei Zheng was just being stubborn and thinking on the spot, but Fang Xuanling directly took out a memorial and read it aloud to everyone.
A full one hundred and thirty reasons…
It was more formal than a war proclamation before an expedition.
After listening, Li Shimin was so angry that he almost died. He picked up his AK47, aimed for a long time, and felt that shooting anyone would be inappropriate.
Finally, he descended the imperial steps and unleashed a barrage of shots at the imperial throne.
Tracer rounds flew everywhere in the Liangji Hall, startling the ministers into scattering like rabbits.
Wei Zheng’s arm was pierced, and the Dali Temple Minister’s backside had a hole.
But Old Li still felt his anger hadn’t been vented. He placed the empty gun on the steps and, with three kicks, even bent the barrel.
That wasn’t all; he waved his hand and issued an imperial decree.
“Demote!”
“Strip Fang Xuanling of his positions as Minister of Revenue and as Left Vice Minister of the Directorate of the Imperial Household!”
“Exile him to Australia along with Fang Anzhi and Li Xiaogong!”
“Forbidden to return to Tang without imperial summons!”
The same recipe.
The same flavor…
So, this was why Fang Xuanling was now in Shenyang.
Shooting the imperial throne…
It was a feat he could actually pull off!
After hearing all this, Fang Er didn’t know how to describe his cheap father-in-law.
It was simply outrageous!
He looked at Fang Xuanling and smiled, “Having two chickens wasn’t enough? You, an old man over fifty, are also sticking your neck out, what are you thinking?”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll lose your life on the way to Australia?”
Fang Xuanling laughed heartily, “Hahaha, this old man has been busy, and he has suffered!
“But I’ve never truly lived a few days of leisure!
“Taking this opportunity to go out and see the world with you, why not?”
Fang Er didn’t need to guess why Li Tai and Li Ke had come.
Li Shimin must have sent them to look after them since they were inconvenient to move.
Having just returned from Australia, there was nothing much to prepare.
The Heavenly Fire Army, upon hearing of the opportunity to go to sea, had their belongings ready that very night.
The next morning, the Jinzhou dock was already a scene of crowds.
After boarding, just as Fang Er was about to order the fleet to set sail, the sound of propellers came from the west.
When the helicopter landed, Su Dingfang’s figure appeared in Fang Er’s sight.
“What the heck, wasn’t this guy in the Western Regions?”
Su Dingfang and Xi Junmai were under Cheng Yaojin, serving as marshals of the Western Regions Protectorate Army. Fang Er really didn’t expect this guy to be in Jinzhou.
“Your subordinate Su Lie, greets Duke Anguo!”
“Greets Duke Hejian, Marquis Fang!”
Alright, the three chickens had all been demoted by one rank. His current address was correct.
“Why have you come here instead of eating sand in the Western Regions?” Li Xiaogong asked first.
Su Lie replied in a standard manner, “Replying to Duke Hejian, His Majesty has ordered this subordinate to serve as the Protector General in Australia!”
Fang Er: ….
Alright, this was indeed something he hadn’t expected.
However, Australia had been secured for so long, and it was indeed time to establish a Protectorate.
It was just, how could a dignified Protector General take office empty-handed?
It was outrageous!
He pointed wordlessly at the cruise ship “Prosperity” behind him.
“Alright, get on board first!”
The fleet set sail. After arranging the living quarters for everyone, Fang Er walked towards his suite with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Chai Yue tidying up clothes.
“Husband, this was found in your pocket, do you still want it?”
Seeing Fang Er come in, she picked up a letter from the table nearby and handed it over.
“Slap!”
Fang Er slapped his forehead; he had forgotten about this.
“My uncle gave it to me, I haven’t had a chance to read it yet.”
He casually took it, sat on the bed, and opened it. It was written in small characters with a pencil.
“Good son, when you arrive in Australia, have the construction team build a few more villas, erect walls around them, and hang a sign that says ‘Royal Sanatorium’.”
“Don’t be angry with Lao Jiu, that guy did it on purpose.”
“Keep an eye on Chang Le, that’s all!”
Fang Er: …………….
Damn it!
A royal sanatorium…
What does this old man want to do?
Putting down the letter, he glanced at the sky outside. It would take several days to reach Australia, which would be quite boring!
Chai Yue had finished packing and poured him a glass of water, then lay on the bed and started playing on her phone.
Before long, the familiar sound effect of “Match-3 Mania” filled the room.
Fang Er wanted to go over and do something happy, but he was pushed aside by this woman.
“Husband, call Qing’er over to play, I’m busy.”
Fang Er:………….
Fine!
Call her, who is afraid of whom, we haven’t done it together before!
He picked up the intercom and called Qing’er from the next room.
But as soon as she entered, Chai Yue waved her phone and shouted at her, “Sister Qing’er, come quickly, I know how to get past this level!”
“Quickly bring your phone, I’ll help you pass it.”
Qing’er looked at the stunned Fang Er and chuckled, “Master, why don’t you favor Sister Bao’er instead? I’ll play Match-3 Mania with my sister first.”
Fang Er:……….
So, I’m just a boastful rooster who can’t get a mate, right?
To prevent Da Bao from finding other excuses when she came, he directly called her and Xiao Mi together.
The two of them watched the sea on the deck, dawdling for a long time before coming over.
Hearing the door open, Chai Yue, that woman, threw her phone into the drawer and took out a set of mahjong!
“Sisters, one yuan per round, who’s in!”
“I’ll play, I’ll play!”
“Me too…”
“Oh, one short of a full table, with me it’s just right…”
Fang Er: ???
What virtue or merit have I that I can enjoy the treatment of Tang Bohu?
Looking at the four wives playing mahjong, his blood pressure was rising higher and higher.
Damn it, keep calling people!
We have plenty of backups, are we lacking you?
ps: Maybe, perhaps, probably one more chapter???