Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 Although Zhu Zhanji's voice was not loud, he couldn't bear it. He was in front of the array at this time, so soon everyone knew the origin of Fang Xing.

　　 "His Royal Highness called him Brother Dehua, hey! This one is really big!"

　　 "Nonsense! Or do you think that a white body can train us?"

　　 "These days, it all depends on the background. If we don't have a background, then we can only fight for merit."

　　"..."

　　 "Keep on practicing!"

　　 "咵咵咵!"

　　 The sergeants carrying wooden sticks continued to follow the orders and walked together, while Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji had already arrived at the'office'.

　　 The layout of the room is a bit rudimentary, even the tables are freshly made.

After the two of them sat down, Fang Xing just wanted to curse, but seeing Zhu Zhanji's eyebrows lingering fatigue, he sighed: "Even you, the emperor grandson, are so tired. What's the point of being an emperor? ?"

　　 Only Fang Xing dared to say this in front of Zhu Zhanji, so he just rubbed his brows and said, "Grandpa Emperor's mind is getting harder to guess."

"What's wrong?"

　　 Fang Xing felt that Zhu Zhanji's mood was not right, so he asked.

　　 Zhu Zhanji moved his neck: "I entered the city last night, but the king of Han had been lifted the day before yesterday."

　　 Since the King of Han was driven back to the capital, he ‘read’ behind closed doors under the supervision of people. Everyone doesn't know if he reads, but it's true that he didn't go out.

　　 But the day before Zhu Zhanji came back, King Han was actually lifted.

　　 "How did you come back early?"

　　 Fang Xing asked Zhu Di after putting the label ‘Slacker’ in his heart.

　　 Speaking of this Zhu Zhanji's mood is obviously better, he smiled and said: "I am actively requesting to come back, mainly because I want to see this young army."

　　 But this old Zhu will hate you to death!

　　 Fang Xing felt that Zhu Zhanji was still a little bit unsure of the point, or underestimated the thoughts of an emperor.

　　 asked Zhu Zhanji to go to the North Tour with him, because he wanted to train him, and it was also a relief by the way. But this guy wants to come back. Didn’t this make Zhu Di think that this grandson has grown up, his wings are hard, and he wants to fly high...?

　　 Fang Xing pondered for a while and said, "You still write a letter and go back. After saying that you missed your Majesty a little, you want to go back to Peking again."

　　 "Isn't that a trifle..."

　　 Zhu Zhanji had some enlightenment before he finished speaking. He looked down and thought, and soon summoned people to send pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

　　 After writing a letter, Zhu Zhanji asked people to send it to His Majesty Peking through military channels, and then he was relieved.

　　 "Brother Dehua, thank you for your suggestion, otherwise I will really get into trouble this time."

　　Zhu Zhanji was very grateful to Fang Xing, but at the same time he was a little curious: "Brother Dehua, how do you know what my grandfather thinks?"

　　 Fang woke up and raised his eyebrows, wondering if I would tell you that my grandfather would be jealous with my dad in the previous life, because of whom I played with?

　　 "Older people are like this. You can refer to how the grandparents of ordinary people get along with each other in the future."

　　 Zhu Zhanji's spirits lifted up, and he stood up and looked outside and said, "Brother Dehua, I took a look at the drill today, and sure enough, you still have a way."

Fang Xing also stood beside him, watching the sergeants lined up in a neat array, and smiled: "This is just a flowery stand. When I get to the battlefield, I see the horse team rushing over like a wall. Discoloration, that's kind of interesting."

　　 Speaking of this, Fang Xing remembered the trick he had prepared long ago, and beckoned to call a housekeeper.

　　 After Jiading ran towards a separate stone hut, Zhu Zhanji asked, "Brother Dehua, what did you prepare? It's not a whip, right?"

　　 Fang Xing shook his head mysteriously: "No, let's not do low-tech jobs."

　　 It didn't take long for the family members to gather together, and then each divided a bag of things and lit incense sticks.

　　 "What are they going to do?"

　　Everyone is waiting for this, but after the bosses smirked and took out the thing from the bag, the neat queue suddenly became a little skewed.

　　 "It's firecrackers!"

　　 "It looks like Li's firecrackers, it hurts to explode!"

　　 The sergeants immediately understood the next "program". Suddenly the queue became loose a lot.

　　 Xin Laoqi didn't correct it when he saw it nearby, but just shouted: "Every hundred households are watching their own people, the queue is not neat, hundred officials and ten army sticks!"

　　 This is what Fang Xing came up with, not to fight the sergeant who made a mistake, but to draw the officer who led the team.

　　 Hearing this, the hundreds of households immediately yelled, and even the general banner and the small banner screamed.

　　Hundreds of households have been attacked by military sticks, then these general and small flags will be unlucky.

　　 Fang Xing saw that the queue had returned to normal immediately, and smiled: "The punishment for other people's continuous sitting starts with the sergeant, but I did the opposite, starting with leading hundreds of families."

　　 Zhu Zhanji saw the smoking firecrackers flying in the air, and then...

　　 "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　　 In the smoke of gunpowder, Fang Xing looked at the sergeants who had jumped up and said to Dong Pei: "Record the hundreds of chaotic formations. After the drill, they all run five more laps."

　　 Dong Pi just came over and wanted to get close to the emperor and grandson, but Fang Xing immediately arranged the offending man's work. But he still didn't dare to complain, otherwise Zhu Zhanji would definitely change immediately.

　　Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Dong Qianhu, UU reading www.uukānshu.com will follow Mr. Fang to learn, and the future is bound to be promising."

　　 moved Dong Pi with tears in his eyes, and this guy immediately knelt on the ground to show his loyalty.

　　 "His Royal Highness Taisun, the minister promises..."

　　 Having said this, Dong Pimeng remembered Fang Xing's rules, and quickly turned his knees into one knee, and then showed his loyalty.

　　 Fang Xing’s rule is: Don’t kneel down!

　　 In fact, Daming’s military salute now is just kneeling down on one knee. But like Dong Pei, when he faced the supreme power, he immediately forgot about it, just thinking of expressing his awe and loyalty.

　　 After Dong Pi left, Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said, "Brother Dehua, after all, a talent like you is rare!"

　　Your sister! Are you so comforting?

Fang Xing squinted at him and said, "Loyalty is not kneeling, but respect and admiration from the heart. As for the awe brought by imperial power, with all due respect, this awe will fade over time, and in the end it will only Reduced to a joke."

　　 Zhu Zhanji can only smile wryly about this. He understands Fang Xing and knows that this person is purely a small landlord who wants to be a tyrannical landlord, so it is best not to bother him.

　　 I don't know what's going on. Zhu Zhanji always feels that Fang Xing lacks confidence in Daming's future, and he wants to let himself become the kind of monarch in his mind in a few days.

　　 Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji looking at him, and smiled: "Why, don't you believe it?"

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 The sound of firecrackers outside was very noisy, Fang Xing simply asked Jia Quan to come over, confessing: "You stand farther away and stare at this room. No one is allowed to come near."

　　 After Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji entered and closed the door, a picture floated in Jia Quan's mind, and after a cold war, he quickly ran a few dozen meters away.