Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The gate of the Imperial College was silent, and everyone was looking at Zhao Sheng.

"What does his family do?"

There must be a reason for the sudden emergence, and it is still aimed at the teacher of the Emperor Taisun, if there is no background, it will be strange.

Someone who probably knew the inside story sneered: "Zhao Sheng's uncle is in Jinyiwei."

"Jin Yiwei?"

The person who asked the question immediately shut up. It is obviously not a good business to get into Jin Yiwei these years.

"Aren't Jin Yiwei's people beating the emperor Taisun's idea?"

Someone immediately thought of the Jinyiwei commander who was said to have to give face to princes and grandchildren.

Ji-Gang!

"But I just want to know how Mr. Fang uses mathematics to govern!"

A nervous student shouted regretfully.

"Then you have already bought a math book?"

"But that's only the first book."

"Since there is a first volume, then there will definitely be a second and a third volume, wait slowly."

The angry student shouted at Zhao Sheng: "Don't think that your uncle is Jin Yiwei, but that's the emperor's grandson, the future emperor, your uncle is a fart!"

Zhao Sheng's mouth twitched, trying to refute, but today he has completely failed, even being completely ignored by Fang Xing.

What are the consequences of failure?

Will this matter involve the struggle between North Korea and China?

A small Guozijian student is not qualified to be used as cannon fodder, so...

The weather in the morning and evening made Zhu Di uncomfortable, so he handled political affairs in Nuan Pavilion.

At this moment, a little **** came in, and he whispered for a while in Zhu Di's close-fitting eunuch's ear.

The chief **** walked over and cast his eyes down and said, "Your Majesty, it's only when someone provoked you to wake up today."

Zhu Di asked without raising his head: "Why?"

The **** said more respectfully: "Someone wants to make Fang Xing an enemy of Confucianism. There is an uncle in that family who is Jinyiwei Qianhu."

"Um?"

Zhu Di threw the memorial in his hand, and the frowning brows made everyone in the Nuan Pavilion bow their heads.

"Chuan Ji Gang came to see me."

Fang Xing returned home, and just after dinner, he saw Jia Quan.

"I said why you were sneaky all day, this is not Longtan Tiger's Den!"

Jia Quan smiled awkwardly: "The first thing that Xiaguan learned was spying, so I couldn't change it later."

"What's the matter?"

Fang Xing heard Jia Quan's belly calling, so he asked the kitchen to make him noodles.

After thanking him hehe, Jia Quan said: "His Royal Highness learned about the matter at Guozi Supervisor this afternoon. Let your subordinates tell you about this. There is no need to worry about this matter. Your Majesty will have his own judgment."

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows: "I want to know who is behind?"

Madan! A student at the Imperial College dared to question the book that we woke up. If you know that the book was printed in the palace, Sabie would believe that the emperor didn't know the book.

But under this circumstance, someone actually stepped forward, and still took advantage of the opportunity of the Imperial College to study, and the crowd wanted to dig a hole to bury people.

Seeing Fang Xing's smile, Jia Quan felt a chill coming up from the tail bone.

"Let's go, if Taisun asks, just say that I forced you to say it."

Fang Xing saw Jia Quan's embarrassment, just as the steaming bowl of noodles arrived, he got up and said.

The noodles looked very chewy, and the soup was whitish. This is the color that has been boiled with big bones for a long time.

And the noodles are covered with a layer of minced meat topping, a little chili oil and green onions, which makes Jia Quan appetite.

"Zhao Sheng has an uncle named Zhao Guozhang, who belongs to Jin Yiwei."

Fang Xing waved his hand thoughtfully: "You can eat noodles, and then go back to your life."

Jia Quan was eating noodles, Fang Xing walked to the door, looking at the stars hanging in the deserted sky, the corners of his mouth gradually tightened.

Jia Quan finished eating in twos and then, after a full hiccup, he bowed and quit.

"Go back and tell Taisun, don't move!"

Fang Xing warned.

Ji Gang's current power has reached its peak. Everyone knows the truth that the moon will make a loss, and the water will overflow.

Retiring early is the best way to deal with it.

But will Ji Tsun, who has tasted the right and delicious taste, be willing to be lonely?

When Ji Gang walked into the hall, he saw Zhu Di's expressionless face above, and knelt down with a thud.

"Bah!"

Zhu Di put the teacup in his hand on the table and said coldly, "What's the matter with Zhao Guozhang?"

Ji Gang's heart sighed, and then he defended: "Your Majesty, are you talking about the Supervisor of the Imperial Court today? The minister has just investigated it clearly. Please allow the minister to defend himself."

Zhu Di snorted, and Ji Gang hurriedly said: "According to the investigation of the minister, Zhao Sheng was close to the former division Qin Ban in the Imperial College. After Qin Ban was dismissed, Zhao Sheng always had a grudge. So Fang woke up. After the book, he thought he had found a handle. He inquired that Fang Woke up to the Imperial College, so he blocked the road and questioned."

What a question!

Zhu Di's chief **** looked down and said nothing, but in his heart he expressed admiration for Ji Gang's supernatural power.

The intelligence at the time said that Zhao Sheng wanted to make Fang Xing an enemy of Confucianism, but when Ji Gang's mouth was met, it became a questioning, purely an academic dispute.

Several smoked cages were burned in the hall, and the warmth was very comfortable. But Ji Gang felt very hot.

heat!

Large drops of sweat slipped from his face to the ground, and quickly wet the ground beneath him.

The Ninth Five-Year Sovereign, life and death are to be seized.

I want rights!

At this moment, Ji Gang has never been so eager for rights.

He also wants to dominate the life and death of others.

"Bastard!"

After a moment of silence, a roar came from above, along with a teacup.

"Snapped!"

Ji Gang only felt a pain on his forehead, and then the tiles slipped from his eyes.

not moving at all!

Ji Gang didn't dare to move, even if the warm blood was flowing down from his forehead, blurring his vision.

In this red line of sight, he saw Zhu Di getting up from the throne and striding over.

"Don't you know your tricks?"

Zhu Di's beard cocked, but this did not represent happiness, but extreme anger.

"You Ji Gang are so courageous, you dare to recruit Fang Xing, huh?"

These words were like a thunderbolt in the blue sky. Ji Gang immediately lay on the ground and wailed: "Your Majesty, the minister only admires the knowledge of His Majesty Grandson, so I want to ask Mr. Fang to teach my people in Jinyiweiyamen. The minister is guilty! die!"

Zhu Di stopped ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and said coldly: "Han Wang is studying behind closed doors recently, do you want to go, Ji Gang too?"

The **** sighed in his heart, knowing that Ji Gang had passed another level.

Ji Gang just said that he wanted to ask Fang to wake up to Jin Yiwei to teach. That was indirectly saying that Zhu Gaochi and his son were all around the learned scholars, but Han Wang and his Ji Gang were isolated and helpless.

Sure enough, Zhu Di kicked Ji Gang on the shoulder, kicked a few rolls, and then cursed: "Fuck!"

Ji Gang almost crawled outside the temple.

Although there are lanterns not far away from this road, it is mostly dark farther away.

In this place where darkness and light intersect, Ji Gang licked the blood on his lips.

The light reflected on his face, and the red face gradually cracked.

Ji Gang was smiling silently. (To be continued.)