Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Let's get down to business. There's so much nonsense."

Seeing him trying to please her, Yun Wuxin unexpectedly felt a little uncomfortable and waved her hand to interrupt him.

Logically speaking, she had been complimented like this quite often, but it felt strange coming from this boy's mouth.

Perhaps it was because the two of them had an equal conversation attitude when they first met, and this attitude continued afterwards, with each party paying back what they owed, so they were not too shy with each other.

"Why are you still standing there? Sit down."

"Okay, okay," Fang Xiwen slid back from the poolside and took out a jar from his sleeve, "Yiling Maofeng, as compensation for your tea yesterday."

"Pfft." Yun Wuxin couldn't help but smile after taking it in his hand and looking at it, "Isn't this the thing Fang Jin had stolen from his family years ago? After going around in circles, it's actually back again. How interesting."

As if she was really surprised, the corners of her lips curled up slightly and she looked around the jar.

When this guy smiled, I felt a little happy... Shaking his head, Fang Xiwen said, "I extorted it from my second uncle. How about it? Is it enough to compensate you?"

"More than enough. Come over when you have time, and I'll teach you how to make it."

As he spoke, Yun Wuxin put away his things, poured him a cup of tea and pushed it over to him: "You handled it pretty well yesterday."

"Do you really want to be my teacher?"

"I am just talking nonsense, you are just listening nonsense," Yun Wuxin held his cheek with one hand, and said casually: "Under the banner of the General Works Bureau, all the cloth of the Song family was purchased at a low price and temporarily stored in the palace.

Because they are not sure whether you are offering it to the saint, so they can't take it back even if they want to, after all, they don't have the courage. This trick is not bad."

The Director of Works was in charge of gauze and satin, so it was naturally convenient for him to operate the cloth workshop; and since the cloth was actually in Fang Xiwen's hands, he could naturally "purchase" it at a low price.

Yun Wuxin said, "I'm wondering, how do you know so many officials? They are willing to do things for you."

"A righteous man will have many supporters. When the Wang family enters the capital, more and more people will be willing to help me," Fang Xiwen pretended to take a sip of tea, "The world has suffered from the Yang party for a long time."

"Mr. Fang is very well behaved," Yun Wuxin praised him hypocritically, and then asked, "Should the Song family have sent someone to take back the shop?"

"Yes. In fact, who would dare to come forward if the corpses of those demons were hung up? I said that this trip was to clear out the demon strongholds. The Song family didn't dare to recognize these as their property, so naturally they were left to me to deal with as I pleased."

"You are really brave. You are not afraid that they will be defeated. Have you moved most of the things?"

"Well, I gave the craftsmen and weavers a month's salary and told them to go home and wait. The rest is almost all in my name."

Seeing his calm expression, Yun Wuxin shook his head and laughed: "You are really offending the Song family to death."

"I'll tell you in secret, I have a deadly feud with the Song family," Fang Xiwen narrowed his eyes, "Just the fact that they're colluding with the demon clan is enough for me to fight them to the death.

By the way, do you want to share some? The Song family has taken too much."

"It's all right."

After discussing the relevant details for a while, Yun Wuxin stretched himself and said with some emotion for no reason: "It's been more than two years, and you have really changed a lot. As someone who has watched you grow step by step, I am somewhat relieved."

As she moved, the belt around her waist outlined an almost perfect line, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Really?" Fang Xiwen scratched his head. "If I said you haven't changed much, would you be happy?"

"...You're just saying this to please me?"

"No-" "After all, why do you think I would be unhappy because I've 'changed'?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen broke out in a sweat.

She looked at her palm lines, and then, as if she had suddenly realized something, she smiled dangerously: "Are you trying to say that I'm old?"

"...You're a little too sensitive."

"Heh. If you have nothing else to do, go back." Yun Wuxin still let him go lightly. "Based on your preparations, today's negotiations should be fine."

"Okay, I want to ask you one last thing, it's about a caravan that went to Dingjun a month ago..."

After talking about some things, Fang Xiwen walked out of the yard. When she looked back, she was gone.

Such straightforwardness made him inexplicably irritated.

After leaving the Yun Mansion, Fang Xiwen talked to the old housekeeper: "Uncle, does your master hate me a little bit?"

The old butler, who was told to keep his distance from him, narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

"Every time we finish talking about serious matters, he chases me away and says he wants to teach me how to make tea..." "Young Master."

After listening to his rambling, the old housekeeper finally spoke, "The head of the family rarely entertains guests in the pavilion. Even the gods have a hard time seeing her. The acting head of the family is also the head of the family. Many things that were originally done by the old man are now done by her.

I have served the Yun family for decades, and this is the first time I have seen an outsider enter the Yun residence. It is almost like returning home."

What you mean is that I should be secretly happy?

After thinking for a while, Fang Xiwen bowed and said goodbye.

~~

The night climbed up to the eaves, and the sound of evening drums reached the ears.

Yang Tianxiu, who had just returned from the palace, entered the house, sat on the couch, and spread his hands: "Tired."

As if it was a signal, the servants around immediately rushed over, some putting on slippers, some massaging feet, with fawning looks on their faces.

"waste."

As soon as he cursed lightly, someone fell to his knees and banged his head on the ground: "Master, it's all my fault for being incompetent!"

"I asked you to stop Fang Xingyun and prevent him from entering the dungeon."

"I, I tried my best to stop him..." "Then how did he get in to have a look? If Xue Xinren had the guts to let him go, wouldn't you have died right there in front of him?!"

Boom boom boom!

"My lord, I deserve to die!" The servant kowtowed hard, with blood flowing from his forehead.

Seeing this, Yang Tianxiu stepped on his head, and his expression finally eased a little: "You still have some self-awareness. Drag him to the yard and beat him with eighty strips of bamboo."

"Thank you, thank you for the reward, Master!"

The servant showed no sign of embarrassment and was dragged out happily instead.

Screams were heard outside the yard.

Seeing his gaze sweeping over, the other servants lowered their heads and said anxiously, "Master, we didn't let him into Qinglefang. We beat him up in the street!"

"Yes, she didn't get in, but that bitch Yang Yaolin can go to the appointment on her own."

"W-what?"

"I mean Fang Tinghao has been rescued, what a bunch of rubbish!"

The sudden angry shout was like a bolt from the blue, frightening everyone so much that they trembled. The leader immediately slapped himself in the face and said, "It's all our fault for being incompetent. Please don't get angry and hurt yourself. Don't bother with a villain like the Third Young Master."

"Humph, a mere Fang Xingyun is not enough," Yang Tianxiu snorted coldly, "This may not be a bad thing, at least he let me know who they are... the jailers, the chief supervisors, humph.

It seems that some people in the court are tired of living a peaceful life."

"In that case, do you want us to..." Someone immediately climbed up, made a gesture, and raised his palm knife to cut the neck.

Seeing his subordinates’ loyal attitude, Yang Tianxiu finally felt better and shook his head, “Forget it, we can kill them anytime, the most important thing right now is the wedding banquet.

There can be no room for error in this matter, understand?"

"Yes!"

After sending his men away, Yang Tianxiu went up to the third floor. He leaned over the railing and looked into the distance, and could see a bright light on the city wall, like the eyes of a winding dragon.

Since the Yang family took over the position, countless people have come out to oppose them, and most of them have turned into dry bones, and their bodies are buried under those "eyes". It is a mass grave outside the city.

Among them were wealthy officials and dignitaries who had served in the government for generations, but their final fate was that there was no one to even collect their bodies.

There are still many places there, and it is very easy to bury a small Fang Xingyun.

~~

After the drum tower of the yamen sounded, the clerks discovered that Fang Zhubu, who always came to work on time, did not come today.

Accordingly, the Fang Mansion is now preparing for a grand welcoming ceremony.

It was clearly a welcome for someone released from the dungeon, but the scene was like a general returning in triumph. Looking at the servants lined up in the courtyard, Fang Tinghao was really surprised.

Walking into the Fang Mansion, even the omnipotent Third Brother smiled, so he couldn't help but straighten his chest and waved vigorously: "Everyone, I'm back!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" The servants seemed very respectful.

"Tinghao! You scared me to death. I told you not to go to that damn banquet, but you didn't listen! If you really get beaten with dozens of sticks, I don't think you will ever practice cultivation again!"

One of the younger sisters rushed out and looked like she was going to slap him in the face.

"Alright alright..."

After dealing with Fang Ziqing, he walked up to his brother and bowed, "Third brother, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Even in prison, Fang Tinghao heard that his brother had run around to get him out, but was rejected many times, and finally had to bow to the Yun family.

As mentioned before, if the third brother had ideas about the family property, he would not care about the lives of his younger brothers and sisters, and might even applaud him if he went to jail.

"Don't say that. After all, you were implicated by me," Fang Xiwen smiled. "They thought I was difficult to deal with, so they picked you as a scapegoat. You can blame me if you want."

"how come!"

"Ha, I finally understand." Fang Ziqing gritted her teeth after glancing at the gate. "I thought Yang Tianxiu had some feelings for us, but it turns out he wanted to frame us and arrest us. I was really blind!"

"Favor? Oh, your husband's family is on the same side as him, right?" Fang Xiwen reacted quickly because she had been framed before. "Tell me the name, so I don't hurt him by mistake."

"Eh? Third brother, are you really going to go against him to the end?"

"Isn't it obvious? I have to cut off his followers first, otherwise I might hurt your people by mistake."

"Okay," Fang Ziqing hesitated for a while, "I told him not to go against you, so don't hurt him..."

"Okay, I'll give you a favor."

After this incident, the younger generations in the Fang family became united inexplicably. Even strangers would call him "Third Brother" when they came up to him, which sounded quite uncomfortable.

Fang Xiwen politely declined their invitation to a family dinner and had her meal in her own courtyard that day.

It made no difference whether he went or not, the main thing was to accompany his two sisters.

When talking about this during the meal, he smiled and looked at the two of them and said, "By the way, you can go when you have time in the future. They are much more well-behaved now, so it would be nice to get together."

"No." Fang Qingxiao shook her head.

"Why? They really admire you as the senior sister of the Sword Sect. They must be full of stars when they see you."

"That's exactly why I'm not going," Fang Qingxiao snorted, and held out her chopsticks again, "If they were familiar with it, they wouldn't feel that way, and then they would all be as disrespectful as you."