Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing was about to leave, but he was startled when he saw Ningxiang's descent, and then laughed at himself: "According to them, Fang has offended his Majesty and is not tolerant of Confucianism. Isn't Ningxiang afraid of being involved?"

This kind of happy women sees more men's attitudes, so the skill of acting every time is extraordinary.

From the beginning of ignorance when the other party wakes up, now that Fang Xing may have some ways to change, it only took a few minutes.

Chen Xiao carried the round stool in his hand and shouted: "It's paralyzed! Keep away from it! Otherwise, be careful of your death!"

The few students who originally wanted to have a brave image in front of the beauties, after seeing Chen Xiao's fat face, did not dare to move forward.

"Chen Xiao, don't want to live a good life in the Imperial College from now on!"

A student from the Imperial College pointed at Chen Xiao and shouted.

Chen Xiao grinned and said, "Master has been a good man in the Imperial College for a long time. If anyone wants to try his fist, please feel welcome!"

Fang Xing couldn’t help smiling when he heard the words, and then slowly looked at the student who had just spoken, and said faintly: “Fang has a bad reputation in the Imperial College. He has saved the Imperial College’s face twice, especially Mr. Qin. It’s really true. I'm so sorry!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Ban's face paled, thinking of the shame he was expelled from the Imperial College at that time, and the grievance of having to condescend to Li Family College, and he couldn't help but doubt his decision to fight Fang Xing at that time.

But Li Mao was a bit unswerving. Qin Ban was the gentleman of his academy at this time, and when people questioned him, he was beating the Li family in the face.

"Fang Xing, now that you are all enemies, do you dare to be so presumptuous?"

Li Mao shouted sharply, and smiled at Ningxiang.

"Sabi!"

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Even if Fang is down, it's not like you waited for the villain to put his beak!"

Without waiting for these people to react, Fang Xing stretched out his hand and said, "Since you are waiting for Fang to compose a poem, there is nothing else, it's a lot of untimely things."

As a big buddy for many years, Chen Xiao was ready to get pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but Fang Xing said softly, "Knife!"

"exist!"

Ningxiang thought that Fang Xing was pretending, and the motion of his reaching out his hand looked a little funny, so he pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were cold.

Qin Ban and Li Mao both sneered, preparing to scold Fang Xing to escape the naive act of composing poetry.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a dark figure flexibly emerged from the railing on the edge of the second floor. After one turned over, he grabbed the window lattice with one hand, and his body flew up as if weightless.

"Master!"

In the stunned people, the shadow turned somersaults in mid-air, and then knelt down in front of Fang Xing's body, with no error at all.

Looking at the knife in front of him, Fang Xing said faintly, "Pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes, master."

The knife stretched like a spring under his feet, and after he untied the shoulder bag he was carrying, he skillfully took out the four treasures of the study and rubbed the ink in front of everyone.

Li Mao watched Fang Xing stand with his hands in his hands. Although he was simply dressed, he still felt awe-inspiring.

Qin Ban looked at Fang Xing in a daze, then looked at the students, he suddenly found a problem.

——Fang Xing gave him a different feeling from the people present!

This feeling is weird. If all the people present are birds, then Fang Xing is a falcon standing on the edge of the cliff. He looked arrogantly at the chirping, headache bird, disdainful and contemptuous.

In Ningxiang's eyes, Fang Xing at this moment was like a tiger, staring at all sentient beings.

Fang Xing walked slowly to the table where the melon and fruit wine was placed. He stretched out his hand to flick it, and there was a crackling sound. The dishes fell to the ground, and the melons and fruits were all over the floor.

"Wine!"

After the four treasures of the study were on the table, Fang Xing stretched out his hand again.

Ningxiang looked at the porcelain bottle that was smashed on the ground, thinking that the bottles were all dropped by you, and still want to drink? Go down and drink.

The knife bowed and asked, "Master, what kind of wine would you like to drink today?"

Fang Xing said lightly: "Shochu, the most powerful kind."

Li Mao glanced at the young man who was serving on the side, and the young man nodded with understanding.

Do you want to drink? Go to the shore and drink!

But the knife still reached into the bag and fumbled, then took out a bottle.

"His hiss..."

When seeing the white jade bottle, almost everyone's eyes went out of their sockets, only Chen Xiao thought triumphantly: As expected, it was Brother Dehua, this posture could directly destroy them.

Fang Xing opened the bottle cap, and a strong aroma of wine filled the cabin, and everyone couldn't help sniffing.

What kind of wine is this? smell good!

Ningxiang's complexion began to become a little serious.

Will the people who can own such fine wines be the little landlords of the poor country Li Mao and the others talk about?

"Gudong!"

Fang Xing took a big sip, then, as everyone's throat surged, he handed the wine bottle to the knife and picked up the writing brush.

Numb! Drinking in a hurry!

Fang Xing only felt a rush of heat from the bottom of his throat to his lower abdomen, and his head was dizzy. As a result, the poem he had just remembered was forgotten.

Damn it! It’s too big!

Li Mao saw Fang Xing's face and sneered, "Are you procrastinating? If you can't find a clue, Miss Ningxiang would like to play a song to cheer you up!"

Seeing Li Mao's gaze, Ningxiang smiled and said, "Ningxiang is willing to show his ugliness to the monarchs!"

As soon as Ningxiang's jade hands touched the strings, Fang Xing laughed and said, "No, it's not about holding back urine when composing a poem. Wouldn't it be enough to drink more water? Hahahaha!"

Ningxiang's face changed drastically, neither was her jade hand stretched out, nor was it shrinking, she was stuck there for a while, tears filled her eyes, arousing love and affection.

"Fang Xing! You..."

Old Qin Ban pointed to Fang Xing with a flushed face, and tremblingly said, "You, you, you are insulting gentleman!"

Fang Xing squinted at Qin Ban and said, "Insult your sister! You still come to the Qinhuai River for a lot of age, do you know your wife who is so coquettish?"

"you you……"

Qin Ban was blocked by these words, and his hand pointing at Fang Xing was trembling. Hua Qing at the side was worried that he would fall, so he hurried to help him.

"Mr. Qin, don't worry, this Fang Xing must be unable to write poems, he is entangled!"

As soon as Qin Ban felt that it was the same, he suppressed the anger in his chest and waited for Fang Xing to write down.

Fang Xing's frivolous Chong Ningxiang raised his eyebrows~www.NovelMTL.com~ and started writing like a calligrapher.

Everyone watched silently, no one spoke.

Even after several years of practice, Fang Xing's words are still only eye-catching.

Fang Xing wrote a few rows at random, and then dropped the brush.

"Look slowly."

Ningxiang watched Fang Xing's free and easy back disappear into the stairs, and involuntarily walked to the window.

In the misty drizzle, Jinling City looked blurry in the distance.

Looking down, Fang Xing walked to the side of the ship. He didn't use the boat board, so he jumped to the shore with ease.

What a vigorous skill!

Ningxiang, who was accustomed to seeing weak scholars, cried out to herself, but who had thought Fang Xing suddenly turned around like long eyes behind his head. He tilted his head and hooked at her with his index finger, with a frivolous expression on his face. Sir Dybala said that the jazz has a job and the work pressure is not small, so if there is any mistake in this book, please forgive me. A novel can't continue in the coolness all the time. To have the coolness, it must have the tenderness and conspiracy in the ordinary, and even suffer a loss. One relaxation is the long-term way. After three consecutive days, Jazz felt a little dizzy in his head! Eight shifts on the first day, and five shifts for two days. The five shifts promised by the jazz is over today. I hope that everyone will feel a little joy during the Lantern Festival, and then the purpose of the jazz has been achieved. Tomorrow, tomorrow Jazz should have a nap, and then recover from the exhaustion of the past few days, and meet the intense work of the day after tomorrow. I hope everyone will not use the skyrocketing data to slap Jazz in the face tomorrow, so that Jazz will have to ask for codewords in the bathroom...There are many book friends who have subscribed, and the grades are good. ! ! The soreness on the left side of the neck is unbearable, and there are five or six frostbite on the hand. Now I am wearing gloves in the code word-admire myself, I can actually wear the gloves, and I can adapt so quickly!