Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing has entered Beijing!

In order to hurry, even the war horse ran to death at the city gate.

The news is always fast, and many people are talking about it in different tones and attitudes during dinner.

Fang Xing stunned Shandong in Hejian Mansion, so he shouldn't leave without authorization.

When he comes, something must happen.

Under the current background, one cannot help but wonder.

Fang Xing entered the palace.

Zhu Zhanji was preparing to eat dinner, and he was a little surprised when he heard the news of his request.

This can be regarded as leaving without authorization.

When Fang woke up, with a tired face, Zhu Zhanji hurriedly asked someone to get a bowl of mutton soup.

The mutton soup was delicious, and Fang Xing drank it in a few mouthfuls, and then he asked for guilt.

"...There was a connection in Hejian Mansion, and the minister was worried that the influence would expand to the capital, so he ordered to take people according to the confession..."

Zhu Zhanji was also drinking soup, he was not as rude as Fang Xing, and he drank directly with a bowl, but slowly enjoyed it with a spoon.

"...Most of those people...have inferiority and are more than exiled."

Zhu Zhanji held the spoon in his hand and stagnated over the small bowl, then slowly brought it to his mouth and drank the soup.

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Fang Xing was very calm and rascal.

This is to create an established fact, but it makes Zhu Zhanji passive.

Zhu Zhanji drank the soup, then got up and left the warm pavilion with Fang Xing.

It was dark, and the lights in the palace were shining, corresponding to the stars in the sky.

Zhu Zhanji went outside, stood on the steps, took a deep breath, and said, "Last time I said... The capital is not easy, and the rich and powerful are also annexing. You...after all, went to test."

Fang Xing stood on the side, and only Song Laoshi was around them.

Song Honestly touched the oil paper bag in his arms, held the broom contentedly, and continued to play the role of the "Ouchi No. 1 Guard".

"Yes."

Fang Xing did not deny: "After all, the capital must be stabilized first, otherwise there will be obstacles everywhere. The Hejian Mansion is between Shandong and the capital. A move will neither panic the capital nor be insignificant..."

Zhu Zhanji looked at the night sky with a complex expression, "Are you trying to hold back the pot?"

Once it fails, it is up to Zhu Zhanji to call the shots, Fang Xing will be a renegade minister, a traitorous minister, and a bad species that can be ranked in history, and he will naturally be sent to eighteen levels of hell.

"After all, clearing offers has a far-reaching impact and takes a lot of time. If it stops here, what about other innovations?"

Fang Xing murmured: "We are still young, but after all, we can't bear the influence of time. If we don't figure it out now, who can do it in the future? Who dares to do it?"

"This is the last chance!"

Zhu Zhanji's heart was shocked, and he saw the seriousness on Fang Xing's face sideways.

"corn……"

"They can't do corn. Unless you lay the foundation, they will definitely not."

The stars gradually became gorgeous, Fang Xing breathed in the fresh air, and said: “There are absolutely no innocent people who are arrested. I will not let your reputation be affected. As for the reaction of the capital, it is estimated that few people dare to provoke me. After all, people are called magnanimous...hahahaha!"

The laughter seemed lonely in the night.

Zhu Zhanji did not laugh. He heard Fang Xing's laughter and suddenly felt very tired.

Tired physically and mentally!

"We must continue to work hard, Daming is still far away!"

Fang Xing's voice was a little uplifting, and he regained his fighting spirit, which was good news for Zhu Zhanji.

"Science, peasants, industry, and dignitaries, together with the powerful, figure out this, even if Daming is stable, he can live for at least three hundred years."

Zhu Zhanji walked down, his voice was low, "Da Ming... how many years can he live?"

"Three hundred years?"

He turned around and asked Fang Xing, but didn't want an answer.

"The former Han stretches, the former Tang... Daming has similarities with the former Tang!"

Zhu Zhanji's brain was clear in an instant, as if he was connected to the vast galaxy, and everything was clear.

"Short-term prosperity, then fell into a long period of weakness, and finally faded away... But what about Daming?"

The stars sprinkled in front of the temple, reflecting little bit of light, reflecting on Zhu Zhanji's face.

"Probably."

Fang Xing couldn't confirm how much he had influenced Daming, even if Tatar and Oara had died out, the Japanese kingdom became Yingzhou, and Jiaozhi became the chief secretary...

But time has changed. Whether it is Harleh or a meat fan, including Tessie, who is wary of Daming, God knows what scale of confrontation will be triggered in the future.

If the Ming Dynasty succeeds by himself, these enemies will not hesitate to launch an offensive, just like the end of the Ming Dynasty, first there will be internal chaos and beacon smoke, and then foreign enemies will spy on and seek opportunities to invade.

"Always the internal chaos first, then the external enemy has a chance, so... we still have to clean up the internal first."

...

After night ban, Fang Xing walked on the streets of the capital. From time to time, the family in front of him would negotiate with the people who heard the sound.

The voice of the negotiations was very small, and the sergeants of the Five Cities Soldiers also knew that the wealth that could appear at this time was either rich or noble.

Fang Xing wanted to go home and missed her daughter.

I can't go back home, I can only stay in the inn.

At this time, there are still a large number of guests coming in, and the shopkeeper of the inn happily asks people to cook.

Fang Xing sat in the lobby, the door was open, and the night breeze caught in, making it cool.

It's not so hot at night, and countless people are enjoying the coolness.

The poor condition is a pot of crude tea, and the good one is naturally more refined.

Liu Guan was sitting in the shade under the big tree in the yard, and a pot of wine and a few small dishes were placed on a small table next to it.

"Fang Xing has entered Beijing."

He was talking to himself, his eyes confused.

Official career is like a journey of life. Don't want to stop, you have to keep going, the higher you go, the more you go...lonely!

Not only the emperor feels lonely, but the important ministers are also lonely.

At this level, you cannot completely trust a person, even if he has saved your life.

Liu Guan felt that his official career would no longer advance, maybe not at all.

The emperor was a little impatient with him, but fortunately he was able to appreciate the holy will, and anyhow controlled the Duchayuan, otherwise the emperor wanted to replace him last year.

Yushi Wang Zhang from Youdu was staring at him. As long as the emperor showed the intention of substitution, Liu Guan absolutely believed that there would be a wave of ‘inverted Liu’ within Duchayuan.

Some people say that he is not a gentleman, so he shouldn't come to Duchayuan to serve.

Everyone checks the courtyard, and that's a place to picket the ethos. It's not a gentleman, why are you coming in?

And it's Zuodu Yushi, who will subdue your leadership?

As a result, his life in Duchayuan was quite uncomfortable. After many exchanges and roundabouts, he gradually controlled his subordinates.

But these are all imaginary and will inevitably disappear due to some changes.

"Gentleman..."

Liu Guan chuckled slightly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ toasted and took a sip.

He must break the game, otherwise he will be annihilated and smelly.

So he needs to drink some wine, and he needs to add a weight to his interests.

A heavy court official actually needed wine to help decision-making, and he would probably be laughed at when he said it.

But Liu Guan just drank like this, until Yuehua gradually became cold and silent everywhere.

He went back to the bedroom and still didn't sleep, just thinking quietly.

At that hour, he slowly ate a bowl of gruel and added a small pot sticker, then put on his official uniform and went to the office.

His speed is very slow, as if expecting something.

He saw that the door of Shenxianju had been opened, and several guys were sweeping outside the door.

"It's faster, and the inside must be washed clean, and then have breakfast, there are bones!"

A woman's rough voice came from inside, and then she asked her brother to walk out.

She glanced at Liu Guan, but didn't give a good face, and said, "No breakfast, let's come again for lunch!"

Looking at the official uniform, he knew that this was an important minister, but Mo Chou said that Shenxianju didn't need to deal with officials. On the contrary, he had to be taboo, so as not to cause trouble to Fang Xing.

Liu Guan smiled slightly, looking at the smell of light and breezy, quite free and easy.

My brother was shocked, feeling that his heartbeat was so fast.

This kind of emotion never appeared on her body, making her a little flustered.

Liu Guan knew that this was Fang Xing's concubine's place, so he smiled and then prepared to move on.

"Boom!"

Just when he was about to tilt his head, he saw his brother hurriedly turned around and rushed in, and then banged his head against the unfinished door panel.

Uh……

Liu Guan's face shrank into a ball, and his body shrank, as if he had hit it, thinking how painful it was!

But the brother just shook his body, then rushed in, clutching his head.