Da Tang: Father, can I resign?

Chapter 14: I beg to assist His Majesty Li Ming

Fang Xuanling drank his venison soup gloomily and glanced at Fang Yize who was sitting opposite him.

Fang Yize was staring at his favorite cheese cake, not even touching it with his chopsticks.

Fang Xuanling closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

His beloved third son was bullied by Li Ming for several days and he lost his appetite, which made him very sad.

Your Highness Li Ming, this is a bit too much.

As the Chief Clerk of Cao Wang's Palace, Fang Xuanling was responsible for teaching Li Ming.

It is my duty to teach the future Prince Cao a lesson.

The kind you'll never forget.

By the time he finished the soup in his bowl, a plan had already formed in his mind.

The eldest son Fang Yizhi began to mutter again:
"Father, haven't you resigned from the position of Chief Secretary to His Majesty? Look, Yi Ze has been bullied by 'that' prince."

Fang Xuanling said coldly: "It's only the first day. I haven't even met him yet. How can I tell His Majesty?"

Fang Yizheng was choked by these words.

The second son's wife, Yiai, fanned the flames:
"My father has made great contributions to Your Majesty and is the Minister of the Left, but he was bullied by a brat. It's really pathetic!"

Fang Xuanling simply ignored it.

Fang Yiai was still not tactful, and continued from another angle:
"If our Fang family is tied to that brat, we will have no future in the court. I'm afraid we won't be able to keep father's title of Duke of Liang in the future."

Fang Yizhi immediately became alert:
"Brother, I am the eldest son. I shall inherit our father's title. What does it have to do with you?"

Fang Yiai snorted contemptuously: "Can you protect it?"

"You...what are you talking about?" Fang Yizheng was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly.

boom!
Fang Xuanling put the bowl down heavily and left.

He was distraught.

The incompetent eldest brother, the bully second brother, and the weak third brother.

In addition, the "Fourteen Parties" have been attacked as non-existent, and I myself may soon be shelved.

This old helmsman who had been at the helm of the Tang Dynasty for many years suddenly felt confused about the future of his family.

Fang Yize also left the table quietly.

He held his stomach, hunched over, and tiptoed towards his room.

My father's voice came from behind:
"You didn't even say anything after you finished eating?"

Fang Yize was startled, his hands shook, and everything in his arms fell out.

There are all kinds of pastries and snacks such as cheese cakes, rice cakes, and steamed buns.

Fang Xuanling was puzzled: "No one at the table wanted to snatch it from you, why did you take it?"

Fang Yize looked at his father, blinked, and suddenly tears fell.

Fang Xuanling's heart ached: "What happened? Could it be Li..."

"Grandpa, is our Tang Dynasty going to be finished?" Fang Yize burst into tears.

Ok?
Whenever he advised the emperor in the court, he always said "the Tang Dynasty is going to end." Now these words suddenly came out of his youngest son's mouth, which made him feel very strange.

It’s bad, the core technology has been mastered by this kid.

Fang Xuanling was furious:

"Why, if I don't let you pack your food and go back to your room to eat dinner, will the Tang Dynasty be destroyed?"

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "It's hard to say."

Fang Xuanling's mouth twitched, he picked up a piece of cake, wiped it, and handed it to his youngest son:
"What happened? You looked so distracted when you came back today. What happened?"

Fang Yi wiped her tears and said with sobs:
"Grandpa, today I realized that the people of the Tang Dynasty had such a hard life..."

Fang Xuanling was in a trance.

Fang Yize sobbed and recounted in a fragmented manner what he had seen and heard in Xishi today.

Fang Xuanling listened patiently, his eyes flashing with gentleness.

"So you want to give these snacks and pastries to the leg forces tomorrow?"

Fang Yi looked at his father cautiously and nodded:

"I will eat less every day in the future."

Fang Xuanling gave him a slap on the face:

"Silly, do you think a little favor can save the Tang Dynasty?" Fang Yi blinked his shining eyes:
"Brother Ming said, stop talking about the Tang Dynasty all the time, and start with what you can do first."

Fang Xuanling was truly surprised:

"He really said that?!"

Fang Yize had never seen his father so excited, and nodded timidly:
"I wouldn't say that either."

This is quite true.

Fang Xuanling gave him another slap: "Then what you did is not right either!"

Fang Yi felt very wronged.

Why are father and Brother Ming both doing this? I’m not eating anything today. I’m full just by eating chestnuts.

Fang Xuanling's mood inexplicably became relaxed:

“You should do this.”

…………

"Is this the reason you blocked my shop door?"

Li Ming looked at Fang Yize in confusion, then at the bags of grain piled up in front of the store.

This month, he competed with Wei Daijia, the right gate guard, every day. He slipped out of the palace whenever he could and bought silk from the sad Hu merchants at the lowest price, gradually expanding his hoarding business.

Today, he finally succeeded in filling up all the shops left by the people from the Western Regions, with a total of 50,000 pieces of cloth, investing a total of 1,000 strings of cash, which is almost 10,000 taels of silver.

Rumors began to circulate in the market about the demise of Gaochang and the reopening of the Silk Road.

The time to cash out is coming soon.

At this critical moment when they were waiting to count the money, Fang Yize, along with his servants, brought in a large pile of grain and blocked the only entrance and exit of the store.

If the start-up capital had not been entirely dependent on the generous donation from Mr. Fang, he would have definitely expelled this guy from the Fourteen Party.

"Well... yes." Fang Yize recited the lines with difficulty, "This is my father... No, His Majesty asked me to set up a stall here to provide porridge to the refugees."

There are so many complaints that Li Ming doesn't even want to complain.

"Go somewhere else to give out the porridge, and don't block my door." He waved his hand in disdain.

Although no one comes here, this is a silk business after all.

Please respect the luxury attributes.

"Eh? But I'm not familiar with other places..." Fang Yize was a little embarrassed.

You only target acquaintances because you're shy, right?
Several more servants came, pushing carts to carry down the mountain of grain, and then they patted their butts and left.

Li Ming glared at Fang Yize.

Fang Yi shook his head in confusion: "It's not mine."

"It's mine." A little black-headed Yuchi Xunyu popped out from the pile of grain.

"Prince Fang... well, His Majesty proposes that every household take out their surplus food to help the refugees during this lean period. The more people you can help, the better."

The corner of Li Ming's mouth twitched. He could be considered to have heard a name from the unified reply template -

Fang Xuanling.

What on earth is my counselor and teacher, whom I only met once, up to?
…………

"I am a humble minister, incompetent and incapable of teaching His Highness Li Ming on his own. I beg Your Majesty to revoke your order and allow His Highness to leave the Hall of Literature and return to elementary school."

After the court meeting, Fang Xuanling bowed his head in the hall.

Li Shimin's face turned red and white.

Of course, letting Fang Xuanling assist Li Ming was intended to balance the court.

However, ever since Fang Xuanling took office as the Chief Clerk of Cao Wangfu, Li Ming has skipped classes every single day, completely ignoring the new teacher.

Poor Lao Fang has never even met the person he is assisting!
Li Shimin felt sorry for this old friend.

If he doesn't want to be the chief historian, then he shouldn't be.

Damn Li Ming, he has completely disgraced the royal family!
I wanted to pay more attention to him...

Just as Li Shimin was about to accept the resignation, Fang Xuanling said slowly:
"His Highness Li Ming has a broad mind and is down-to-earth, like a brilliant night pearl. It is a pity that he is locked up alone in the Hall of Literature.

"I hope Your Highness can set a good example for the children of other families in the primary school. If Your Majesty does not mind, I am willing to take over Kong Yingda's position and teach in the primary school."

Li Shimin was stunned and swallowed the words that were about to come to his mouth. He calmed himself down and leaned back in his chair comfortably.

"If you can speak, speak more."

(End of this chapter)