Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"If I know that someone will make a big deal in the future, and it will harm Daming and endanger the community, what shall I do?"

Fang Xing went to the Palace of Han Dynasty after leaving the palace. He came to express his gratitude.

After Han Wang received the news that he was going to review Xun Qi’s children, he took the potatoes to the Han Wang Mansion seemingly playfully, and practiced equestrianism and musket all day, just to prepare for this day.

Zhu Gaoxu's face was a little swollen. He rubbed his face and said, "Drinking too much wine during the Chinese New Year, and the whole person became stunned. But last time you said that you can hangover, come here."

Fang Xing's expression changed, but before he refused, Zhu Gaoxu shouted, "Prepare food and drink."

Fang Xing's throat surged and said, "Drinking in the morning is not good for your health."

Zhu Gaoxu yawned and said, "What is good, there is nothing to do, and what to do without drinking?"

The food and wine came quickly, Zhu Gaoxu was drinking to the point of dryness, but Fang Xing seemed to be drinking poison.

Not to mention it was the morning, Fang Xing was not willing to drink during the day.

He saw Zhu Gaoxu holding a pig's hoof and gnawing happily. After he finished gnawing, he said: "There are many ways to review, and shooting willows is nothing new. How does your Majesty want to do it?"

Zhu Gaoxu became the darling of the royal family since he gave up fighting against his eldest brother. The reward was always the first prize. He entered the palace unscrupulously and scolded the emperor Yu Shi and didn't dare to take care of it because he would be sprayed by the emperor as "nosy."

Such a prince should be moisturized, right?

But Zhu Gaoxu couldn't sit still in his bones. Unruly and rebellious was his motto, and he couldn't sit still by nature.

He threw the bones in his hand, then drank a big sip of wine, burped, and said contentedly: "I don’t know what I mean by saying that I want to let each family shine, but I don’t know what it means. Let’s take action, your family is a little bit worse, just those few lads.”

He didn't say it clearly, but Fang Xing knew it.

Drinking during the day was Fang Xing's most disgusting thing, but he took the initiative to toast and invite a drink.

So after returning home, Fang Xing became a little drunk.

Seeing his appearance, the women in the family murmured a few words, and then the three women worked together to put Fang Xing's comfortable service to bed.

After falling asleep until dark, Fang Xing woke up with numb head and gradually became awake.

"Life only wants to sleep for a long time, waking up is dispute!"

Fang Xing read a sour poem, and there was a knock on the door outside.

"Father, eat!"

Okay, Fang Xing, who was groggy, had some sense of life, was broken by her daughter, and got up to wash and eat.

The head of the family appeared, and dinner only began.

Adults feel that the New Year's Eating is too greasy, and it is fine to skip dinner, but the children feel hungry.

Naturally, Tudou is safe and they won't whisper, but Huanhuan feels that his father goes to bed in broad daylight, which is inconsistent with the principles taught by his mother.

So he felt a little unfair, but he was a child, and the authority of the adults was still there.

When things were uneven, they cried, so Huanhuan went wild.

"Father, light a candle to play."

In simple words, Fang Xing raised his head to look at his young son. Seeing that he was a little bit aggrieved, he remembered that the child was not hungry, so he put a fried tofu ball for him and asked, "What candle to light?"

He asked Mo Chou about this.

Mo Chou sneered, and then covered his mouth and said, "Master, Huanhuan is sometimes slumbering, so my concubine told him about Bingzhu's night tour."

Everyone was amused. Zhang Shuhui looked at the joy of the tiger's head and the brain, and couldn't help but think of the potatoes of the year: "This kid looks blessed."

Xiaobai also said generously: "In the future, the three brothers must support each other and not lose the face of the young master."

Mo Chou leaned slightly to express his gratitude. The two big brothers expressed their optimism towards Huanhuan. As long as the three brothers get along well, they will naturally be a family in the future.

Tudou and Ping'an were also very sensible and picked Huanhuan's food, so the whole family became harmonious.

Only worry-free, she has been dozing off.

Fang Xing lifted his hand to avoid the worry-free chin from hitting the dining table.

Wuyou opened her eyes, and then froze for a moment. Fang Xing smiled with her cute look, then rubbed the top of her head and asked, "What's wrong with my girl?"

Zhang Shuhui smiled and said, "In the afternoon, Wuyou said that she was worried that you were sick, so she would go and have a look at it later. If you run too much, you will lose your energy."

Fang Xing felt soft in his heart and said, "Then just eat light and go to sleep."

At this time, there are more rigid rules in the rich and powerful houses, especially between father and son.

But for Fang's family, Fang Xing is the rule.

After dinner, Fang Xing called Tudou to the study.

Ping An gave Tudou a look behind his back, which meant to make him more alert.

This look didn't escape Fang Xing's observation, but he didn't care.

As children grow up, they are separated from adults. This is not a contradiction, but they are gradually contacting the outside world, and all three views are under construction.

When he arrived in the study, the knife came in and lit a candle, and when he went out, his firm face made Tudou feel a little more at ease.

When the knife went out and brought the door to the room, Fang Xing saw that Potato was trying to calm down, so he smiled in his heart, and then said: "The king of Han accepts you as a disciple. It looks like a nonsense, but it has something to do with something new in the future."

Tudou immediately forgot his anxiety, bent forward slightly, and said, "Father, is the child going to expedition?"

Fang Xing stunned: "You little boy who is still going on the expedition? You don't even want to... After the Chinese New Year, if you want to go the way of a warrior, then go to Jubaoshan Guardian to practice. If you don't want to, you are up to you. "

Tudou thought for a while, and said, "Father, the child doesn't know."

Fang Xing encouraged: "Just say, being a father will not interfere too much."

This kind of father-son relationship is very rare at this moment, so Tudou felt warm in his heart and said his thoughts.

"Father, my child likes the days of academy. I feel energetic when I go out for exercise in the morning, and I feel very full when I read books. But my school is almost done and I should have graduated a long time ago, so my child has been thinking about it for a long time."

"From the point of view of Congwen, as a child, he will be a Wuxun, but he has no place to do things. That is to eat and wait for death, but it is not the life that the child wants."

"Congwu, dad, you said that Daming's foreign enemy was almost defeated in your generation, boy..."

Fang Xing raised his teacup and Potato shut up.

After taking a sip of tea, Fang Xing put down his tea cup, pointed to the yellowish tea soup and said, “This tea comes from the mountains in the southwest, where clouds and mists are all the year round, and good tea is produced. There are also places in Southeast Fuzhou~www.wuxiaspot .com~The rock tea in those places is also from the mountains, and there is a saying that good tea is only produced on the cliff."

Tudou listened respectfully to these words, knowing it was a warning.

Fang Xing said: "Good tea is out of danger. Good people are hardened. Before being my father, I have been indulging your brothers, just guarding your studies. Now that Daming's innovation is entering the middle and late stages, both civil and military are critical moments and require countless talents."

He took another sip of the tea, and felt that it tasted mellow and had a long aftertaste.

"But talent is rare. Even if you are my son, if you don't have that ability, you will not ask for your father. I can't afford to lose this person but secondly, I am afraid that you will misunderstand your country."

When Tudou heard this, he got up and stood with his hands on the side.

Fang Xing suddenly asked, "What are your expectations for your life?"

This is a big issue. Tudou is not the original child, and can be answered as a question of ‘what do you want to be when you grow up’.

He was thinking very carefully, and Fang Xing was drinking tea slowly without urging him.

After a cup of tea, the potatoes are ready.

"Father, the child only wants to protect his family in this life, and then make contributions."

If this answer is in the homes of other powerful and powerful people, it is probably an answer to get a high score.

But Fang Xing still asked faintly, "For whom?"

Tudou said subconsciously: "For your majesty."

Fang Xing’s eyebrows had more wrinkles, and he sighed: "Why is it still like this? Our family has friendship with your majesty. I understand you put him above the Ming, but the country is before the emperor, and his majesty agrees with this. ."

"As for taking good care of your family, that's right. It's what I think of and do for my father."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Even the family members are not good enough to take care of them, so they talk extravagantly about the country."

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