Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Xue Lu is gone.

Fang Xing stood outside, listening to Xue Lu's grandson Xue Xu conveying his words.

"...Grandfather said that he is useless in the country, but Daming seems to have fewer foreign troubles now, but he is still far away. Daming is too far away from his whip and it is easy to raise tigers, so he should always stare at him.

Fang Xing nodded, "Sorry, if you have anything to do, just say it."

Xue Lu's eldest son died young, and Xue Xu, as the first successor in line, had already crossed the emperor's road, so Xue Xu was now the head of the Yangwuhou Mansion.

Xue Xu burst into tears, then turned his head slightly, and reluctantly said: "Grandfather said that his great-grandfather migrated from Shaanxi and opened up the source of the Xue family on Xuejia Island. He ranks sixth and is most favored by his great-grandfather. Once gone, he thought... he wanted to be buried on the island, buried in his great-grandfather..."

He suddenly lost his voice and wept, Fang Xing patted his shoulder, his eyes were a little hot, and said, "Okay."

"Young Master, someone from the palace is here..."

Cao Fei came from the palace, an old acquaintance of Fang Xing.

Cao Fei came hurriedly, and after seeing Xue Xu, he said: "Your Majesty feels uncomfortable and has stopped political affairs. Your Majesty said, Yang Wuhou deserves the word loyalty and martial arts."

When Xue Lu went there, the emperor said that he was worthy of loyalty. This was the posthumous posthumous title.

There are not many in Daming who can have such grace.

Xue Xu knelt down and thanked him, Cao Fei calmed down a few words, and then left Yangwuhou Mansion with Fang Xing.

"Your Majesty said that there are fewer and fewer veterans, and many veterans have been fighting for the Ming Dynasty during the Hongwu period, so we must respect and treat them favorably."

For the emperor, the sadness was only temporary.

As for the departure of the veterans, this is a confession of the old and the new, and the newcomers who are replaced are the confidants of the emperor.

With the change of old and new, the authority of the emperor was gradually consolidated and gradually strengthened.

Fang Xing nodded, and then walked into the breeze of late spring.

Xue Lu is an old man, and he is a newcomer.

This is the era.

Great era!

When he got home, Xiao Bai was going to the kitchen to watch dinner. Wuyou brought Zhuzhu along with him, saying that he was going to see Hua Niang cooking.

"go Go!"

Fang Xing allowed them with a smile, and then instructed Zhang Shuhui to prepare something and send it to Yangwuhou Mansion safely later.

"The concubine knows it, just thinking that Yang Wuhou is also a hero, and his majesty will definitely have a decree, and it can be regarded as a dead end."

"Zhongwu!"

Fang Xing said the posthumous title given by Zhu Zhanji. As for the posthumous title, it is probably the Duke of the Country.

"Zhongwu! This posthumous title is rare."

Zhang Shuhui was a little envious, and Fang Xing was accustomed to the existence of this different concept.

After he came out of the bath, Zhang Shuhui suddenly said: "My husband, the potato business should also start."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Don't worry about this. I have a count here."

Zhang Shuhui said happily, "At that time he was a little guy, and now he is an adult. When he becomes a biological son, we will be grandfather and grandmother... husband."

"Okay, grandfather and grandmother."

Fang Xing felt a little awkward.

In the next era, at his current age, according to the general age of marriage, how old his children are!

But now I see that I will be a grandfather in a few years, and it feels like a dream.

"Marriage and have children... we are getting old slowly."

...

"This palace is getting old."

The queen mother was sitting in a chair, Xiao Hei ran in from outside, and then wagged her tail in front of her.

The queen mother leaned over and touched its head, in exchange for a more enthusiastic wagging of her tail.

"The emperor is very good, and the prince is also good. Even if the palace goes underground, meets the ancestors and emperors, and sees the emperor Ren, they dare to say that the Ming Dynasty is prosperous, so that they can also laugh at Jiuquan."

Hearing these words in the vibrant season, Mother Yu hurriedly persuaded: "Now Daming is in place, and there are no moths in the palace. Madam, you are just enjoying the blessing. On weekdays, the princesses will come, and the little princes will also come. , This is the ancestors and grandchildren together. When the prince grows up to become a biological son, you are Lao Fengjun... Wrong, wrong, Lao Fengjun does not have your equal blessings, you! This is full of blessings, but also The descendants of Fuze!"

The queen mother shook her head and said: "The prince is good and clever. He looks like a big sister, and the moon is not bad, but Brother Yu looks a little weak. The Sun family wants to remind you not to raise your children too much... There is Wanwan."

Grandma Yu smiled and said, "Isn’t the matter for the eldest princess settled? That Li Wei is a juror at a young age, which is a little bit younger than Xing and Bo. It’s appropriate for the eldest princess to entrust him to him, but his old lady is a bit acrimonious. , People have to be warned."

The queen mother nodded and said: "This matter is important, Wanwan is there... My palace knows that she doesn't want to leave the palace, but the girl has to marry when she is older!"

Mother Yu smiled and said, "This life is just for you, just beware of unbearable ones."

What Mother Yu implied was Zhao Hui.

The name Zhao Hui is now taboo in the royal family, and the encounter with Princess Baoqing has greatly annoyed the royal family, so when choosing a son-in-law for the future princess, they have strengthened the audit.

The queen mother's expression was slightly cold, and said: "Didn't the emperor say that the princess's marriage should be less rules, if there are any more people who don't know good or bad, then don't blame it!"

She thought of Wanwan, and she couldn't help sighing: "Wanwan has become more and more withdrawn in recent years. Among the few children, she is the most worried about my palace, so after leaving the palace, let people stare at it. If it is to Wanwan Not good? The palace won't be stingy to persecute the emperor."

Sister Yu said: "The mother has a motherly heart, and the princess will definitely live her life well."

The queen mother nodded, looked outside and said: "It's sunset, it looks so beautiful."

The setting sun swayed in the imperial city, and the soft golden yellow was everywhere.

A few clouds are on the edge, and the edge area is dyed yellow, which is extraordinarily gorgeous.

The setting sun also shone outside Wanwan's bedroom.

The two court ladies were muttering, but the princess said that she wanted to rest and not to disturb, so she didn't dare to knock on the door.

...

The setting sun projected in through the window and tulle~www.NovelMTL.com~ The long eyelashes quivered.

Those eyes opened slowly.

Indifferent.

She uncovered the quilt, and then sat up slowly.

Although the sunset is beautiful, it brings coldness.

The indoor temperature is slowly dropping.

Wanwan didn't seem to feel the cold, she slowly put on her clothes, and then stood up.

Her eyes slowly turned, and finally froze on the wooden box.

The wooden box was originally used for clothes, it is not small.

Those clothes are piled up on the side at the moment.

Wanwan walked over, leaned over and opened the box.

When the box opened, her body trembled, her eyes panicked, like a lost deer.

Her breathing was getting faster, but her face became paler, like a piece of white paper.

She gradually calmed down, and then glanced at her bed.

The world seemed to stand still, only hearing my own heartbeat.

Wanwan stepped into the wooden box without hesitation, then lay down curled up.

Her left hand slowly pulled up the lid of the wooden box.

The setting sun shone on that arm, the jade bracelet on the wrist gleamed, and then the setting sun was blocked by the lid.

The lid slowly rises to its highest point.

Then fell slowly.

A smile appeared on that pale face, like the drop of dew on a flower bud that bloomed in the morning.

"Grandpa Emperor..."

The lid is slowly lowered.

In the last gap, there was a touch of color in the indifferent eyes.

"Fang...wake up..."

Darkness falls...

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