Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Your Majesty, these are just memorials."

The chief **** brought a large stack of memorials to it, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, should you take a leisurely time? The old slave asked the royal chef to send some small snacks."

Zhu Di waved his hand and picked up a memorial.

"...Xinghe Bo Wuxun is outstanding, why not concentrate on martial arts... Then there will be someone who succeeds in my Da Ming Wuxun!"

"..."

Zhu Di turned over several memorials in succession, his brows gradually tightened.

This reaction is really fast!

Zhu Di picked up another memorial, a secret memorial handed over specially.

After opening, the slightly messy handwriting still smelled of wine. Zhu Di didn't pay attention to this, because he saw that the writer's mood should be agitated, so the structure seemed to be open and closed.

"The servant king, he..."

"...Gu Xing and Bo Fang Xing, once went deep into barrenness, crusades against ministers, and wins in battle!"

"...Here lies a soldier who is always defending Daming's dignity and interests forever!"

Zhu Di's expression was a little dull. He held the memorial and looked at it for a long time, almost squeezing the memorial into a ball, and finally put it in a wooden box on the royal case.

"All these memorials are dealt with!"

The chief **** was a little surprised to see that the memorials he had just sent had been dealt with.

The so-called processing is ‘floating’. The fate of these memorials is to be kept in a certain warehouse until the day of decay.

But the **** didn't dare to interrupt, so he went up to hold the memorial and prepared to give it to the people outside.

When I walked to the outside of the hall, a gust of wind blew by, blowing the corners of a memorial.

——Xing Hebo, this person is eagle-eyed. The country is young, and the minister is worried about the future...

At the end of August, the autumn wind blew, and the big **** suddenly fought a cold war.

...

"Huh! Why am I at home?"

Fang Xing opened his eyes and saw the bed net. He felt the warmth in his arms, and he was a little confused.

At this time it was still dark, Fang Xing looked at the time: it was less than four o'clock in the morning.

Quietly getting up, Fang Xing walked out of the bedroom.

In the early autumn morning, the temperature was very comfortable, and Fang Xing first calmed the alarmed bell. Rhubarb was opposite it, poked out a small head, and then retracted into his own nest.

Fang Xing came to the study, disappeared for a moment, and when he came out, there was an extra bottle of beer in his hand.

Touching his swollen forehead, Fang Xing took a sip of beer.

Hangover with wine!

Fang Xing squinted after a bottle of beer, thinking about yesterday's situation, but found nothing.

However, he had a deal before drinking yesterday, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"It's too sharp!"

Feeling more comfortable, Fang woke up from the inner courtyard. When he was moving his hands and feet, he saw a dark figure strolling around.

"Who?"

The black shadow suffocated, then walked a few steps, and bowed and said, "Uncle, it's Bo Li."

"Bolu!" Fang Xing said in surprise: "When did you come back? Can your wife and children be picked up?"

Huang Zhong nodded and said, "The waterway is light and easy. It arrived at noon yesterday. Madam has arranged it properly."

"Why, new to Fang's family, a little uncomfortable?"

"No, the environment here is quiet, much better than the original home in Xia Yuan, but for a while..."

The two talked in circles in the front yard. Slowly, Huang Zhong realized that Fang Xing was not the kind of harsh master, so he let go and asked: "Uncle, I also learned something yesterday and feel... Wu An It is not necessarily a good thing for Hou to be deposed."

Fang Xing stopped, turned around to look at Huang Zhong, and said with satisfaction: "That's it."

Reaching out to pat the trunk of the tree beside him, Fang Xing sighed, "I wanted to maintain this posture, but Zheng Heng took the initiative to invite a fight, so I can't avoid it!"

Huang Zhong said: "But since it has already started, it can only be to kill Zheng Heng, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Fang Xing looked at the gradually sparse stars in the sky, and said lightly: "When things are coming, of course I will beat Zheng Heng this vicious dog to death. The way!"

"Uncle..."

The two of them circled in the yard until the family members got up and practiced, and then they looked at each other, and they felt that the conversation just now made each other better understand each other.

When she returned to the inner courtyard, Zhang Shuhui was already up, and she couldn't help complaining when she saw him.

"Husband, your health is not good yet. You drank so much wine yesterday, which scared the concubine and Xiao Bai."

Fang Xing smoothly helped her pull a strand of hair away, and said with a smile: "Yesterday's big victory, the morale of the army is high, how can we leave for her husband. Besides, Taisun is also there, so you can't shrink back from your husband."

Zhang Shuhui looked at her husband in the mirror, pursed her lips and smiled: "Husband, the township exam will be released tomorrow, I don't know how Ma Su is."

...

In the Gongyuan, the candle that had been lit all night was finally extinguished.

Finally, the accepted examination papers were gathered together. One of the chief examiners this time, the editor of the Imperial Academy, Wang Chuan said with an unclear look: "Can you open the papers?"

Zhou Shu blinked sour eyes and nodded, "All the outstanding talents of the Jinling Township Examination are here. Let's go, let the officer see who they are."

Yan Dan immediately greeted the scoring officers, and everyone revealed the name.

The test papers were opened in a low-to-high manner. After being verified by many people, someone said out the candidates' names, hometowns, and rankings, and then copied them down one by one.

Yan Dan was a little absent-minded. While looking at the candidates' names on the test paper in his hand, he pretended to look at Kaifeng of the people around him indifferently.

But after all the top ten test papers were opened, Yan Dan didn't hear Ma Su's name. He glanced at Wang Chuan, secretly joyful in his heart.

Masu must be eliminated!

Remembering that he had been dangling in front of Masu’s test house many times, he must be always vigilant in his heart.

This officer is really a genius!

Wang Chuan read the list of candidates and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, none of these people have any objections, right?"

Zhou Shu took a sip of strong tea, and said lightly: "Since it's an obscure name, there are several rounds of screening, of course it can't be wrong."

Glancing at the reviewers who are mostly rabbit eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ Wang Chuan said, "Then open the top ten test papers."

Zhou Shu nodded, and immediately four of the same examiners slowly revealed the name...

"Tenth place... Wang Yuan."

"The ninth place... Yin Jiahui."

"eight place,……"

The first place in the township examination is called Xie Yuan, and the second to tenth place is called Ya Yuan. They are all outstanding candidates who are hopeful to be further admitted to the Jinshi.

"Second place... Jiang Bin."

"call……"

Hearing this, Yan Dan finally determined that there was no Ma Su's share in Yingtianfu Township Examination.

The last paper is Xie Yuan's, and everyone's eyes are on the same examiner named Zhao Guoan.

Zhao Guoan, with a benevolent eyebrow, smiled and opened the test paper...

Yan Dan rubbed his eyes, thinking about sleeping well afterwards.

Wang Chuan and Zhou Shu sat on the head together. He was holding the cold teacup, and felt that the experience of the examiner would be a great help to his future career.

Zhao Guoan finally opened the test paper, and after uncovering his name, he was taken aback, and said with joy: "My sires, there is finally a good story in this rural exam."

who is it? Sir Dybala said writing novels, or code words, and Jazz believed that feelings must be brought in: When he is happy, Jazz must be happy in advance, and he must be happy when writing these plots. When Fang Xing is angry, Jazz will first bring himself into emotions before he can do it... And when Fang Xing is impassioned, Jazz will probably put some grand and exhilarating music to accompany... Jazz believes that his writing is clumsy, so he can only use these methods to assist him. The ability to coldly watch the protagonist's anger, excitement, sadness..., Jazz really didn't, and he couldn't reach that state.