Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Huang Huai's body has been improving recently, thanks to the emperor's dispatch of an imperial doctor to treat him like a squat.

He was grateful, really, grateful with all his heart.

So he came to the outside of the imperial city early, ready to enter the palace for a banquet.

Starting from Zhu Yuanzhang, the best officials of Ming Dynasty could ride a horse, otherwise the emperor looked dazzling and found an excuse to get you to go home.

But Huang Huai was different. He was weak after a long illness, and it was best to keep the hair less, so Zhu Zhanji especially told him to get up and down the office in a carriage.

So his carriage parked outside was very eye-catching, and those who arrived early began to gather around this as the center.

"That man was only banned. It is said that he drank and called swearing the day before yesterday. It's really unbelievable!"

"Uncle Xing went to his house and didn't know what he said. The man actually became more honest, at least he didn't have a memorial to defend himself."

"A raccoon in a hill, I can't say what I'm preparing to see..."

"Shut up! Yang Rong is here!"

Several officials greeted Yang Rong who came by Shi Shiran, and then avoided to the side.

Yang Rong walked to the side of the carriage and said to Huang Huai who opened the curtain: "The weather today is good."

Huang Huai looked up at the sky and said, "It seems cloudless, but there will be a torrential rain accidentally. It's best not to..."

Yang Rong touched the outside of the carriage and said faintly: "Those people did their own deaths. Regardless of whether they are wrong or not, Cheng Guogong has been banned. Xing Hebo and Yan Dajian have both ran away, which is enough."

He turned around and glanced, saw that no one was approaching, he raised his voice a little, and said, "Your Majesty's patience is limited. Those who make a mistake first, then make a fuss. Your Majesty is angry and turned his face. Who will save it?"

Huang Huai turned his face stubbornly and fixedly looked behind Yang Rong, and said: "I don't know! A precedent has been set. Anyway, those sergeants have not been punished. This is the origin of the domineering warriors. Don't hold it down, Master Yang, the disaster of Fan Zhen is not far away!"

Yang Rong sneered: "I think too much about Lord Huang, let's not talk about it. If the martial artist wants to be domineering, Xinghe Uncle will not be the first to tolerate it! But when he came back, he went to Chengguo Palace first. What does this mean? It means to let Grandpa Cheng endure first! If you persecute again, once Fang Xing turns his face, who will your Majesty support?"

Huang Huai coughed dryly, refused Yang Rong to pat himself on the back, and said coldly: "I can't help but not say anything, nothing more."

"Xing He Bo..."

Yang Rong wanted to persuade him again. The voice behind him made him smile bitterly. He turned around and looked at Fang Xing who was walking. He said, "You want to fight him? Lord Huang, please come back and give it to someone else. The officer is worried about you..."

Huang Huai's complexion was reddish, he looked at Fang Xing who was not far away and smiled, and said: "If you die, you will die. Who will not die? Mr. Yang, can you see for a long time?"

"Xinghe Bolai is early!"

Yang Rong's heart was already cold, he just greeted Fang Xing with a smile, and then hurriedly left with excuses.

Fang Xing took Wuyou and stood aside, and no one around took the initiative to pass by.

Yang Rong still didn't come until someone came out to greet the ministers.

Fang Xing coldly glanced at Huang Huai who had gotten out of the carriage, and then followed the courtiers into it.

But Yang Rong hurried to catch up at this time.

The Double Ninth Festival is held in the Jinshen Hall, which is adjacent to the Huagai Hall and behind the Qianqing Gate.

...

Worry-free was taken behind, and the queen mother summoned the women in the harem, and also arranged a double ninth banquet.

Several rows of small tables were placed in the Jinshen Hall, one table per person.

Fang Xing is in the second row from the right. This is not because he is humble, but because he cannot make an exception.

It was just that when he saw the eunuchs leading the civil servants to let him go to the right, his heart jumped, and he immediately sat in his seat.

After sitting down, he saw the Auxiliary Bachelors being led to the first row.

"Uncle Xing, did you go wrong?"

Xia Yuanji smiled and was led over and sat on Fang Xing's left.

Fang Xing said as usual, "Who knows!"

Both knew that this could not be wrong.

Yu Jia stood outside the door of the main hall, looking at the officials from time to time, what might be wrong.

Huang Huai was sitting in the first row, right in front of Fang Xing.

On the right, Jian Yi was finally arranged, so Fang Xing was Qian Huang Huai, Zuo Xia Yuanji, and You Jian Yi.

A sea of ​​civil servants!

After Zhu Zhanji came, he tossed, and then sat down separately.

Then the eunuchs came in, and they put a pot of chrysanthemums in the middle, and suddenly a unique smell gradually diffused.

The next step is wine and food.

Needless to say the dishes, this is the last feast, and there will be many things to eat afterwards.

The wine is chrysanthemum wine, with a slight smell.

Zhu Zhanji picked up the wine glass and said: "Autumn harvest and winter collection, this year the officials are working hard, Daming is another bumper harvest..."

This was a summary and an opening, so everyone listened.

"...I am very pleased that a lot of taxes have been increased in Shandong..."

Some people don't look good. Where does Shandong tax more? Isn't it a complete retreat? Then the fields that were not taxed will also be paid.

"The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade. Today, I and Zhuqing are both predecessors."

Zhu Zhanji gradually smiled, and many of the people below were just smirking or stern.

"... What is left for future generations? I want to leave a peaceful and enterprising Da Ming, Zhu Qing tried his best..."

The emperor raised his glass and everyone drank it.

The wine was cold, Fang Xing looked at the front right, and Yang Rong was in the front.

The bachelors of secondary administration are sitting in the first row. This arrangement is very interesting.

Fang Xing looked around again, Xia Yuanji was studying which dish to eat, Jian Yi looked forward with a faint face, but couldn't find the focus...

Jian Yi looked sideways and watched with cold eyes as Fang Xing looked around, and was about to toast, but Du Qian stood up and said, "Your Majesty, although Grandpa Cheng has made a small mistake, he has no serious sins. He is missing today..."

Plead for Zhu Yong?

And it turned out to be Zhu Zhanji's confidant Du Qian!

What does it mean?

Many people looked at Zhang Fu, thinking that even if they asked for love, it should be Wu Xun who came forward!

Could it be the emperor's hint?

Xia Yuanji leaned over to Fang Xing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked in a low voice: "Has it started?"

Fang Xing nodded, not only him, but everyone straightened up.

The Double Ninth Festival is a banquet, and these depressing things should not be mentioned. But the emperor took the initiative to mention it.

what is this?

Go to war!

After the incident, the emperor stayed quiet for a long time, but stopped Zhu Yong and sent Fang Xing and Yan Dajian to deal with the funeral. Everyone thought that the emperor wanted this matter to pass quietly, but now it seems to be wrong.

Fang Xing glanced at it and saw Zhu Zhanji staring at the ministers blankly, and he knew his plan in his heart.

So when a courtier got up and started to fight back, Fang Xing put down the chopsticks, and then bit the hooves in his mouth vigorously.

"... Your Majesty, the warriors are less restrained, and now they are becoming more unscrupulous. Not to mention the Shandong incident, there were a hundred families assaulting people to death in the street in Huailai last month, and another..."

One by one, the image of the domineering warrior gradually became clear...

"It's all nonsense!"

The warriors were suppressed, and it was Wuxun who was in the lead, and the Wuxuns were indeed preparing to take the lead.

But the first one to get up was Fang Xing, who was sitting in the civil servant.

After Fang Xing got up, only a few words left the ministers speechless.

"Your Majesty, the minister assisted in cleaning up the gentry in Shandong, and by the way, cleaned up corruption. Before the minister came back, there were more than 300 people in total."

Uh!

The awkward atmosphere immediately suppressed the impassionedness and the same hatred of the enemy.

Your civil servants are not much better!

Fang Xing blankly watched the martial arts triumphantly raising eyebrows at the civilian officials, triumphantly.

He is a little tired of this atmosphere.

Yes, the civil servants are not clean, but are the martial artists clean?

Two crows stood together, deciding how dark each other was...