237: 155 Master 237: 155 Master The study was a two-story detached courtyard house.
The first floor was a book pavilion, and the second floor was a bedroom.
Fang Zhixing moved in, pushed open the second-floor windows, and the view of the courtyard was instantly revealed in its entirety.
The courtyard was very spacious, with small gardens on both sides, planted with brightly blooming flowers in dazzling colors, which were extremely beautiful.
In the middle was a large lawn, about half the size of a soccer field, usually available for practicing martial arts and boxing.
Besides, at the southernmost part, there was a Lotus Pond, where you could enjoy the full bloom of lotus flowers during the day, and the lotus pond moonlight at night was even more beautiful.
“The scenery of this place is not bad!”
Xigou raised both front paws, leaning on the window, facing the warm Spring Breeze, sticking its tongue out non-stop.
Fang Zhixing stood with his hands behind his back, his thoughts fluctuating.
Suddenly, his gaze lowered.
He saw Hongye leading a group of servants through the main gate, walking over.
Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing turned and walked downstairs, quickly reaching the eaves.
“Greetings to the Master!”
At the foot of the steps, Hongye, along with a group of servants, kneeled uniformly on the ground and paid respects with utmost sincerity.
Fang Zhixing nodded and said, “All of you, rise.”
The crowd stood up.
Hongye started to introduce them one by one.
Among these servants, there were cooks responsible for meal preparation, those in charge of laundry, as well as those taking care of cleaning and maintaining the gardens, and so on.
Most of them were ordinary people, with only one middle-aged Martial Artist named Zhong Cunhai.
However, his Cultivation was only at the Power Transmission Realm, and he was already over fifty years old, so his combat ability might not be much stronger than an average person.
Zhong Cunhai had two responsibilities: normally, he was in charge of guarding the house, and when the Master went out, he acted as the coachman.
However, considering that the security situation in the Inner City was very good, Zhong Cunhai hardly needed to make any effort to guard the house, and being a coachman was his main occupation.
In situations like his, it’s somewhat akin to someone spending tens of thousands on tuition to finally obtain a university degree, only to end up working on a construction site moving bricks.
“Well, this is how the Yixiang House is structured,”
Fang Zhixing himself was the Master, with Hongye as his personal Maid, in charge of receiving and ushering, with everyone else having their own duties.
But he was very aware that the “Master” was not a simple role.
Just think, Luo Keji was the former Master, and the things he did could never be trivial.
As expected!
In the afternoon, a carrier pigeon flapped over to the front of the study window and perched on the sill, cooing.
Fang Zhixing’s eyes flashed, and he walked over, stretching out his hand to catch the pigeon.
The pigeon was very compliant, showing no resistance at all to a stranger.
Fang Zhixing removed the scroll tied to the pigeon’s leg and spread it out.
A few lines of delicate small characters came into view.
“On the thirteenth day, at the third quarter of the afternoon, twenty li east of the city at Green Bamboo Slope, a carriage bearing the ‘Tian’ character flag will pass by, burn the goods on it, leave no one dead.”
Fang Zhixing’s eyebrows twitched, “the thirteenth day” being two days from now.
After a brief contemplation, he called Hongye over.
Fang Zhixing handed her the scroll to take a look and inquired, “How did the Eldest Young Master handle such matters?”
Hongye was very calm, after seriously reading the content on the scroll, a sweet smile appeared on her face as she slowly said, “Master, you may regard the demands on the scroll as tasks that must be completed.
If you fail to do so, you will most likely face severe punishment.”
Fang Zhixing fell silent for a moment, then asked, “And if I complete it, what benefits will I receive?”
Hongye continued, “Regarding the reward, it should have already been agreed upon, someone will deliver it after the fact.
Actually, this is not something you need to consider.
You are only responsible for how to complete the task.”
Fang Zhixing’s gaze shimmered as he pondered, “So, I also don’t need to know who issued the command, what the goods on the carriage are, and why the goods need to be destroyed, right?”
Hongye slightly lowered her head, smiling, “The less you know, the better.”
Fang Zhixing understood.
He was but a link in a vast scheme.
To put it bluntly, a mere piece!
Far too low on the pecking order, low enough to be infuriating.
Even who the “chess player” was remained a mystery.
“Being treated as a pawn is one thing, but not even knowing by whom is quite another.”
Fang Zhixing’s mouth twitched, it seemed that to be a good Master, he needed to first kill off his strong curiosity.
“Hahaha, Fang Zhixing, it must be hard for you!”
Xigou was lying on its back on a chair nearby, with a smug expression on its dog face, mocking, “For someone like you who likes to be in control of everything, suddenly becoming an emotionless machine, mechanically executing orders without questioning the reasoning behind them, must really annoy you!”
Fang Zhixing snorted, “Man proposes, god disposes.
There’s no window that can’t be broken through in this world, and I will find out everything eventually.”
He glanced at Hongye and mused, “Hongye must be the Eldest Young Master’s informant, watching my every move here.
Let’s take her down first.”
Xigou immediately perked up, invigorated, “How will you take her down?
Getting her to betray the Eldest Young Master might be harder than reaching the heavens.”
Fang Zhixing sneered, “There’s nothing difficult in this world – it’s just that some are unwilling.
Let’s see how I go about seducing her.”
Time flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, evening arrived.
After having dinner, Fang Zhixing glanced at the color of the sky outside and commanded, “Hongye, make the bed for me, I want to rest early.”
Hongye’s delicate body trembled, seemingly anticipating what was to come, her cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness, and she responded softly, “Yes.”
She turned and went upstairs.
Seeing this, Xigou smacked its lips, “You can’t be serious, you’re too damn direct, forcing yourself upon her like a tyrant!”