Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Are you disappointed?"

Yuan Xi gloated and said, "I know that you have always wanted to deal with the literati in the south, but do you know? The literati in the south are so powerful that they affect your whole body. If you go to get them, it will be a hornet's nest."

"Zhang Mao is seriously injured, and the south will definitely brag about it. You are useless!"

Fang Xing frowned and said, "You think too much, and Ben wants to ask. Also, someone in the Xuan Palace intercepted Ben, who did you collude with?"

Yuan Xi said frankly: "It's just a thousand-family official. He was taken the bait just by using a commander as a reward. Therefore, the martial artist is not credible. Just wake up. To suppress the martial artist is equivalent to suppressing you. Look at those martial artists. Hun, this time the chaos in Beijing, there is only one Zhang Fu and Dingguo who have come forward. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Fang Xing nodded, approached and said, "You have some ambitions, but unfortunately you are a rebel. Also, your Royal Highness is about to take the throne, and all literati and martial arts will re-stand in line, Yuan Xi, do you know you have a bad start? ?"

"The king colluded with the forces in the palace to cause chaos, you made a bad head!"

With just one punch, Yuan Xi was beaten into dried shrimps.

He curled up and retched, and when he saw Fang Xing go out, he yelled: "You are a minister of power, you are a minister of power, you must not die! I, Yuan Xi cursed you not to die!"

Fang Xing kept walking, and An Lun turned around and cursed: "Idiot! You just wait for a thousand cuts!"

Lei Du never dared to speak, he didn't want to suffer, so he didn't dare to provoke Fang Xing.

Seeing Yuan Xi's hysterics, he said: "A big event is defeated by Fang Xing, so you hate him, and I hate him, but it is a dream after all. Your Royal Highness is about to pretend to be crazy. You and I are chess pieces, and I will be stepped on. Rotten pieces, so enjoy the last days, not much."

Yuan Xi suddenly laughed **** ho ho, his voice bleak.

"If it weren't for him, the big thing would have been done, I wish I could eat his meat! Eat his meat..."

...

Outside the imperial city, those people were submitting a ‘petition’, speaking loudly the prince’s kind words, and there were many princes who did not take the throne, and the people in the world were so impassioned.

This is the fifth emperor of Ming Dynasty, a link between the past and the next.

"He would be a good emperor."

Quan Jin rushed to the capital, the old man looked haggard, first went to cry the Emperor Daxing, and then came to find Fang Xing.

Fang Xing is currently living in the city, making a veggie hot pot and eating.

Quan Jin ate a bowl of vegetable dishes in twos or twos, and said contentedly: "Yes, your majesty is majestic and heroic, there is the wind of Emperor Wen, there is no trouble around Daming, the flourishing age is here!"

Fang Xing was in a daze, remembering who had said this before. He put the noodles into the pot and boiled, sniffing his nose and said, "The posthumous name of Emperor Wen is not good."

Quan Jin asked casually: "Why is it bad?"

"It's not literary, but literary and military, so you should be called the ancestor!"

"this……"

Quan Jin is a kind man. He took the second bowl of vegetable dishes that Fang Xing handed over and said: "Emperor Wen has extraordinary achievements, he can be called the ancestor, but..."

"Fang Xing!"

Zhu Gaoxu strode up and frowned when he saw Quan Jin, "You don't want to go home to rest, do you want to learn from Jin Zhong?"

This guy said so straightforwardly even if he cares!

Fang Xing saw that Quan Jin was too angry, and said: "His Royal Highness is concerned about you, Master Quan, hurry home. Later, I will ask someone to ask your Royal Highness for instructions and let a doctor in the palace show you your health. ."

Quan Jin got up, glared at Zhu Gaoxu, and walked away.

Zhu Gaochi sat carelessly on the low stool he left behind, rubbing his eyes and said: "I have been unable to cry. I went to the palace just now and couldn't help looking at the eldest brother's Zi Gong, shameful!"

He let go of his hand and looked at the bull's eyes a little red and swollen.

"Big brother went there within a few days of enjoying the blessing, hey! Bring the wine!"

Zhu Gaoxu touched his eyes and asked for wine. Quan Jin, who walked to the side, became angry and shouted: "His Royal Highness, how long will the Emperor Daxing go? How can the clan drink alcohol?"

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes widened and wanted to do it, Fang Xing hurriedly held it, and then said: "Drink and drink. Sadness does not depend on drinking or not."

Quan Jin cursed at Fang Xing: "Uncle Xinghe, you are a fallacy, and wait until the official enters the palace to report to your highness!"

Zhu Gaoxu was in a bad mood, and he was furious when he heard this. If it hadn't been for Fang Xing to pull it, Quan Jin would probably be unable to make it through today.

Fang Xing used wine to persuade Zhu Gaoxu, and then the two of them drank on the top of the city, and the sergeants did not dare to say when they saw it.

"Big brother suffers. Since I was a child, I have to live with a shelf. I can't bear it instead."

Zhu Gaoxu drank very quickly, and gradually became a little drunk, so he drew out a long knife and chopped down the bricks.

With the debris splashing, Fang Xing blocked his eyes with a wine glass.

Zhu Gaoxu said angrily: "I don't want to go back to Le'an, or die there! Fang Xing, you said Zhanji wants to guard me?"

Fang Xing shook his head: "No need, I'm just afraid of headaches. You are his second uncle. What can he do if he gets drunk and beats people to a disability?"

Zhu Gaoxu said dejectedly: "It's all gone, only me and the third child are left, but the third child is a cunning man. I don't like dealing with him. Who else? Zhang Fu and the others are shrinking at home and raising children, just me. Alone in Le'an..."

"That is a good day."

Fang Xing thinks that kind of day is also good, but he is not very friendly to children and cannot travel far, so he can only sit and watch the sky.

Therefore, the feudal lords of the Ming Dynasty were not as good as the first generation. The big reason was that the lords were restricted to the fief and could not travel far, and the sky they saw was only that big.

"It will be crazy."

Zhu Gaoxu said in confusion: "I have been racing in Le'an all day, training my son, what can I do after training? Fang Xing, what do you think they can do in the future? They can only sleep when they are full, and continue to eat when they wake up."

Fang Xing shook his head, speechless.

"There are only two ways, one is to return to Beijing, don't ask for any fiefdom, and then become a dude. The second is...Let's see later."

...

"Big brother, when will dad be back?"

Fang Xing has been in the city for a long time, Wuyou has already re-acquainted with her home, but there is no dad who loves her.

Tudou was painting a villain for her, and said: "We have to wait for a new emperor to come back."

Wuyou pouted: "Who is the new emperor?"

Tudou shook his head, but remembered Zhu Zhanji, who used to come often.

...

Zhu Zhanji was in the Fengtian Temple, looking at the seats in a daze.

Each seat represents the ancestors. He saw Zhu Di’s from Zhu Yuanzhang’s seat, and further down, was his father...

There will be one more chair here in the future, that will represent him.

"His Royal Highness, the tablet will be moved from the apse tomorrow."

Yu Jia didn't know the purpose of Zhu Zhanji's coming here, but he will ascend the throne tomorrow, he has so many things!

Zhu Zhanji waved, and Yu Jia took people out.

This is the family temple, the family temple of the Zhu family.

Zhu Zhanji walked forward, stood still in front of the chair representing Emperor Taizu Gao, and looked at the chair quietly.

The chair is just a chair, and only when the apse tablet is placed on it, does it represent the meaning.

Behind is Zhu Di's chair.

Zhu Zhanji slowly squatted on the ground ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and whispered: "Grandpa Emperor, grandson is going to become the emperor of Ming Dynasty tomorrow, are you happy?"

The chair was silent, and Zhu Zhanji slowly said: "Grandpa Emperor, thinking of those courtiers, my grandson is a little scared, afraid that he can't stop them, it would be fine if you were there."

Tears slipped from his face, he touched the chair, choked up and said: "Grandpa Emperor, grandson missed you..."

"... My grandson thinks about you who squeezed those courtiers back then and didn't dare to move, thinking that you still have the leeway to march north and forth, invincible in the world... and thinking of your teaching to me... I still have not forgotten."

"Actually, my grandson doesn't want to be the emperor at all, I just want you to be..."

"In the future, the grandson will be strong, just like you. He won't be nailed to that chair and cannot move, father...that's..."

Zhu Zhanji looked at the chair representing Zhu Gaochi, "Father, don't worry, the child will not be weak..."

A breeze blew in, bringing the last spring.

Zhu Zhanji got up and walked out backwards.

When he arrived outside the hall, he turned to look at the sky and said, "What happened to Huang Yan?"

Yu Jia said: "The old dog was kept in Dongchang, and he ate every day and fell asleep when he wanted to sleep, but he was happy."

Zhu Zhanji sneered and said: "From today on, let the imperial doctor take care of him. It must be good."

Yu Jiaxin understood the words: "Yes, the slave and maid will go to the East Factory to spread the word later."

Zhu Zhanji walked out of the Fengxian Temple, and then looked at the Qianqing Gate on the right, a little sad.

From tomorrow, he will formally enter there.

He was a little uneasy, turning around, but in a daze, he saw Fang Xing right in front of him, smiled and said, "Are you scared? Do you remember that dream?"

Zhu Zhanji murmured: "I haven't forgotten that where there is sunshine, there is Daming territory..."