Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Ben Bo..."

Fang Xing got up and said, "Fear can't be an obstacle to looking forward to a new life. It's digging holes for yourself."

Buxue stood up in a panic, and said, "Uncle, little girl... I feel like duckweed on a lake, I don't know where to go..."

"Then go find a living, now in Beiping City...it's still stable, you can do something casually, and slowly settle down, as for the future, look at yourself... Buddha, don't cross the undeserved person!"

Fang Xing turned around and left. When he returned home, he took the initiative to confess the spongy matter without waiting to ask.

"That's also a poor man, infatuated!"

Zhang Shuhui took Wuyou in her arms, then glanced at Xiaobai who was tired of Fang Xing's side, and said, "Husband, Yang Yan is really dying?"

...

Yang Yan is really dying. In the prison of the Ministry of Justice, the felons brought back from Jinan are regarded as the best ‘treatment’.

In the single room, Yang Yan sat on the tattered straw mat, listening to someone yelling on the side.

"...I want to see your Majesty, please, I want to see your Majesty..."

This is Jiang Xuze's voice, he has become so manic since he was sentenced to exile in Sumatra by the emperor.

Zheng He is back, and when there is a small team going to sea next time, it will be when they are going overseas.

As for the location, some jailers didn’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. They often talked about the wild state of those places in Sumatra, and the big island that the King of Han wanted, and it was even more hellish...

Terrible!

For this reason, some people search for life and hit the fence with their heads, but unfortunately they only add a few bags and pain to themselves, which is useless.

As for the hunger strike...

Yang Yan tried it, but he was hungry for two days, and his stomach felt uncomfortable like being burned by fire, but the jailers were just curious to see if he starved to death every day.

Actually don't care!

So the hunger strike also failed!

"...Your Majesty, the minister was killed by that Qian Hui! Chang Yu was assassinated, and the minister... must be Qian Hui, must be..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Jiang Xuze suddenly laughed, crazy and wanton.

Yang Yan probe glanced at the aisle outside, listened carefully, and then quickly retracted.

"Your Majesty, your ministers are loyal, your Majesty! Those chaotic courtiers, the family...Ah!"

After the rapid footsteps, the sound of wooden sticks beating, and Jiang Xuze's screaming sound were everywhere in this relatively enclosed space, and they couldn't hide.

"Shut your stinky mouth! When you hear this next time, interrupt your leg!"

When the jailer was tired, he rested breathlessly and shouted.

Then there was a whimper.

"Your Majesty... the minister is guilty... the minister is willing to commit the crime and make merit..."

The thin voice came out slowly, with some weirdness, which made people creepy.

"Sooner or later he will be a lunatic!"

The jailer's curse was still in my ears, and one person slowly walked over.

"Under Huang Zhong, Xing He Bo's office."

The visitor leaned over slightly and watched as he kept shrinking inside. Yang Yan said with a panic: "Come here, I want to ask something..."

"I do not know I do not know……"

Jiang Xuze hugged his head with his hands and screamed, "Don't kill me! I don't know anything, don't kill me..."

The jailer who was far behind heard the sound and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Huang, do you want the younger one to clean him up?"

Huang Zhong shook his head, and the jailer returned with a smile.

He didn't dare to be here, otherwise he would hear something that shouldn't be heard, and he was afraid that he would become the cannon fodder of the wrestling between the two sides.

"Don't kill me, I don't know anything..."

Huang Zhong frowned and looked at Yang Yan who was hysterical inside, and said, "If you are crazy, then you must get a stab, so...have you figured it out clearly?"

"do not……"

Yang Yan stopped yelling, and Huang Zhong whispered: "Do you remember what the family said to you?"

Yang Yan glanced at him timidly, and said, "Thinking about it..."

There is a small table and chair in the cell, and the four treasures of the study are all.

Huang Zhong took a look, his face turned cold, stood up straight, and asked, "You...didn't write?"

Yang Yanqiang smiled and said, "Mr. Huang, there are some..."

"Are you waiting for the price?"

Huang Zhong's eyes became colder, and he sarcastically said, "You think too much."

Yang Yan lowered his head and suddenly laughed happily.

He lifted his eyes vigorously, looked at Huang Zhong, and said: "Mr. Huang, Xing He Bo is cruel, if there is no guarantee, I dare not go down... Otherwise, the silence will naturally follow."

"you have not!"

Huang Zhong said regretfully: "The family's handle is really not easy to grasp, it's a pity."

He turned around and nodded to the jailer, then left.

The sound of footsteps was steady, and Yang Yan's heart, who was looking forward to the miracle, became more and more flustered.

As the footsteps faded away, Yang Yan slowly bent over and walked to the fence, and suddenly looked at it.

Just when Huang Zhong was turning, he caught Yang Yan's movements from the corner of his eyes. He shook his head slightly, and then stopped staying.

Yang Yan's cheeks were trembling, his lips opened and trembling: "Say, I would like to say..."

Almost only he can hear the thin voice.

He suddenly grabbed the fence, shook it vigorously, and yelled: "Mr. Huang, I'm willing to say it right now..."

The shouts echoed in the prison, but there was no response.

Yang Yan shouted at the other side desperately: "Mr. Huang, I am wrong, I am willing to say anything..."

"Ho **** ho!"

There was a smirking laughter from Jiang Xuze, and after a while, he heard him say: "Only you are worthy to know about that family? The official doesn't know, how old are you?"

When the footsteps came, Yang Yan quickly held back, even tidying up his hair.

The footsteps were rapid, but the first thing that caught Yang Yan's eyes was a wooden stick...

"what……"

...

"Uncle, Yang Yan really seems to be just a dog."

There are two basins of ice in the study, and after closing the door, the temperature is pleasant.

Fang Xing took a sip of tea and smiled and said, "Is it a fanfare?"

Huang Zhong nodded and said, "Yes, I reported my name when I went in, and let him yell when talking to Yang Yan."

"very good."

After Huang Zhong left, Fang Xing took a nap in the study.

"Master, someone asked to see... Jinan's old age."

"Let him in."

Fang Xing sat on the recliner, lying down forty-five degrees, and then squinted calmly.

After a while, the knife brought a middle-aged man in.

"Farewell to Jinan, Xinghe Bo has already made a conquest, and I admire him."

The visitor was the second uncle of the man in Jinyi. He bowed his hands and smiled gently.

Fang Xing frowned and said, "What do you want to say when you come to see Uncle Ben?"

The middle-aged man arched his hands and said: "Haojiaoxing and Uncle learned that my family has now concentrated on learning and ignores external affairs~www.wuxiaspot.com~It's difficult..."

Fang Xing felt that the family should be scared, afraid that Zhu Zhanji would be slapped down and would not be able to turn over for a hundred years.

The middle-aged man felt that this was ironic, and said: "Xing He Bo came back triumphantly. He should have rejoiced, but he knows that at this moment, both the north and the south are...disappointed, no, despair..."

Fang Xing was still lying down, and he faintly said: "It is impossible for everyone to be happy when a country makes a decision. As long as most people are happy, it is enough. As for what the desperate people think and how they want to do it, then just feel free to do it."

The middle-aged man made a haha ​​and said: "Now that there are no foreign enemies, it is the right time for Xinghe Boda to show off his talents. I am hereby ordered to congratulate you."

"You... came to see Ben to say these sour things?"

The middle-aged man said awkwardly: "The family members let me come here to congratulate him."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Benbo knows, go."