Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"It's guilty to subordinate an official! It's guilty to subordinate an official!"

At this moment, there is nothing impassioned, even in the impression of Jian Yi, Tang Song is a bold and heroic person.

But at this moment these grandeur and heroism are gone, only wandering around.

Guo Jing walked to Jian Yi's side like an amnesty, and whispered: "My lord, fortunately, Jin Yiwei is only here to catch Tang Song. If they use the topic to play, the staff will be messed up."

His relieved tone made Jian Yi shook his head slightly.

But Jian Yi didn't want to speak, he just looked down at the moss in the corner.

The moss is tender green, which is new.

Jian Yi touched his hair and said, "I'm old."

Then he entered the staff with his hand and did not express his opinion.

Guo Yan was a little puzzled, and said to the officials: "Tang Song is involved in the case. This is a shame to the officials. You wait for justice and take Tang Song as a precept!"

Jian Yi, who had been walking for more than ten steps, heard this, and his back bends down, looking from behind, it actually looked like a few years old.

"The official... not a domestic slave..."

...

This was the only person to win Dongchang and Jinyiwei in the capital, and then the two couriers rushed out of the capital at the same time.

Fang Xing was writing a letter.

He is writing to Wang Shang, asking Wang Shang to write an article on this matter.

He can also write this kind of article, and even add more to Mu Sanfen than Wang Chang's.

But he couldn't destroy Zhu Zhanji's layout.

This is a long war, this is what he said to Zhu Zhanji back then.

Now Zhu Zhanji has provoked a war, but he certainly does not have the confidence to win.

So Fang Xing must temporarily suppress the murderous intent.

Give the written letter to Jia Ding, and Fang wakes up to find Understanding Jin.

"Most of those people will be exiled, crippled messenger, I want them to regret for life!"

Xie Jin felt the murderous intent he was suppressing, and nodded and said, "Okay, it should be."

"If you want to open up a little bit, the reputation of Confucianism has fallen a little after this incident, and your Majesty took the opportunity to adjust some science students to come up, and no one can speak."

Xie Jin raised his eyebrows and said: "Make up! For example, Ma Su, he has been in many places for a long time, and he should be promoted."

"Li Ermao is also good. It has been hanging in James Mansion for a long time. The two of them are benchmarks. After they are erected, they will have a lot of influence on the general trend."

Fang Xing said nonchalantly: "I wanted to accumulate step by step from the following, so that the foundation is solid. But they broke some rules and made a bad start this time."

Xie Jin nodded and said, "Do you want to give a tooth for a tooth? The old man knows that you are suffocating. If you want to give a tooth for a tooth, those who wanted to attack you in the first place are ready-made targets."

Fang Xing said nothing.

Xie Jinyu said earnestly and earnestly: "Do you want science to take this opportunity to develop again, or do you want to be happy?"

Fang Xing said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your understanding."

Xie Jin said with satisfaction: "You know a lot of things. In the long years, you have time to ponder and fight back."

Back at home, Wuyou was begging Zhang Shuhui to call someone to pick up Zhuzhu.

Seeing Fang woke up, Wuyou cheered, rushed over and pulled Fang Xing's sleeves up and said, "Father, Zhuzhu hasn't been here for more than a year."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Okay, go and beg your mother."

Wuyou rushed to Zhang Shuhui again, Xiao Bai came over to change Fang Xing's clothes, and said, "Master, Ping An is always muttering today. Someone just said that he had asked for leave in the college."

Fang Xing frowned and said, "That stinky boy...Huh! Potatoes are off today."

Xiaobai didn't worry about anything at all: "Master, is it safe to pick up the potatoes?"

Fang Xing thought it was impossible. Ping An never made any emotional behaviors.

"Don't worry, Ping An's skill is also good."

Fang Xing felt that these two sons would be uncontrollable when they were older. The eldest son was still in martial arts for a year, and the second son was stubborn when he was a child. Only he is the only one who punishes him.

...

In Qianqing Palace, Zhu Zhanji looked at the paper in his hand and said a little funny: "Is he still outside the palace?"

Yu Jia nodded and said: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhu Zhanji looked at the piece of paper again and said, "The writing is so-so, but filial piety is commendable."

He thought for a while and said, "Just say I know it."

Later a **** went outside the palace.

"Your Majesty said I got it."

After Ping'an was startled, he leaned over with a smile, tucked his hands in his cuffs and moved, and a few precious notes were in his hands.

The **** smiled bitterly and said: "It's just to pass a word, little uncle, don't harm our family, if Xing He knows about it, our family can't stand it."

Ping An smiled and held the eunuch's hand, and said, "I just learned this. I have worked hard."

He let go of his hand, and the **** felt the treasures in his sleeves, and said dumbfounded: "My little uncle is polite, and Xing He is kind, and he never gives us a face, so there is nothing hard for us to pass a message. ."

Ping Ping handed his hands to thank you again, and the **** whispered: "Your Majesty read your memorial... letter, I am in a good mood."

...

"Alin, you... is your family really going to tell you a kiss?"

Feng Lin has grown a lot taller and has less flesh on his cheeks, but he still looks a little childish.

"Well, it's very annoying. Father and mother talked about several people, I don't know."

Feng Lin frowned, a little melancholy.

She tilted her head and looked at Tudou. Seeing that he was also a little sad, she asked, "Aren't you going to study?"

Tudou looked at her sideways, and said, "My father is back, take a rest for three days."

Feng Lin urged as soon as he heard: "Then what are you doing? Go back quickly, I'm going to buy groceries too."

Tudou said with a sad face: "Go home for fear of being tested and taught homework."

Feng Lin said sympathetically: "Don't be afraid, my brother always keeps his head up and he can pass it."

Tudou looked at her shrunken bun's face, and said, "Okay, when I go back, I'll come to you again and get you some jerky dragon meat~www.NovelMTL.com~ Feng Lin shook his head and said, "No, that's rare. Thing, don't be aggressive, or I won't care about you again. "

Tudou responded, and then watched Feng Lin go to the left again at the entrance of the street.

Then a man on the right rushed over and hit him in the head with a punch.

Tudou had noticed him a long time ago. He didn't panic when he saw him rushing. He just tilted his head slightly, then held his right wrist with his right hand, kicked with his left foot, and the man fell to the ground.

After the man fell to the ground, he wanted to get up. Potato stomped on his shoulder and walked to the right.

Yang Jinqiang stood there calmly. He never felt that Tudou had any skill. He was probably a weak scholar.

But just now, Tudou knocked down the man with lightning speed, not to mention that he was shocked, the pedestrians passing by were shouting.

"What do you want to do?"

He asked coldly.

Tudou strode over and smiled: "I want to hit you!"

He fisted away while speaking.

Boom!

What does it feel like to get a punch in the nose?

First it was severe pain, and then it was severe pain.

After Yang Jin screamed, he clutched his nose and jumped up.

The pain is unbearable!

Tudou said, "Don't let me see you again."

Yang Jin jumped in pain, knowing that his ambition is shameful, so he just vaguely shouted: "Okay, very good! If you have the ability, don't leave!"

Tudou felt that there was something wrong with his retraction, so he should spit out Yang Jin's face with a punch.

"Your sister is also domineering in Feng's house, Feng Xiang has already been intolerable."

Yang Jin scolded: "What are you so special..."

Boom!

Even if Yang Jin was holding his nose, the power of this fist was transmitted through the palm of his hand, and he immediately felt a flow of heat gushing out.