The Fang Mansion, after its reconstruction, not only regained its former glory but even surpassed it, acquiring the adjacent estates on both sides as well.
Five courtyards, two annexes.
Tall lintels and walls, green bricks and tiles, pavilions and towers—looking across Gu'an County, it's one of the most luxurious and opulent places.
The backyard.
Fang Zheng was lying on a soft chair, his body swaying gently, leisurely singing:
"De long dong...long de li...long dong li ge long..."
"Military men...do things in such a poor way, shouldn't tease respectable families like us..."
"Respectable family, bad family, shouldn't stick a crabapple tree into this, twisting and turning...how elegant and suave, the charm lies in this crabapple tree..."
"Crabapple tree, oh, crabapple tree, only to be cancelled by military, I say here...pia...thrown on the ground, from now on, I won't wear this crabapple flower..."
