Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Zhanji with different meanings. There were gratifying, mixed joys and sorrows, and even malicious...

"Grandpa Emperor, I should make aliens fearful, not moral!"

Zhu Zhanji's voice just after his voice change reverberated in the spacious palace.

"My great virtue can only be applied to the people of my great Ming, and it is not worth it for a foreign race!"

Zhu Di looked at his grandson expressionlessly, rubbed the newly-changed paperweight with his right hand, and said for a long time: "Take it, Ling Chi!"

"Your Majesty is forgiving..."

"Your Majesty, Na Xing He Bo told the Haimen Guards when he was leaving. He said that he would come back and take the sky-shielding fleet to go to the country... Your Majesty Xing He Bo is rebellious!"

Zhang Quanda, who had been frustrated, was finally awakened by Ling Chi's fear. He cried, struggling, and even wanted to wake up by arguing to avoid death. But several guards blocked his mouth and were dragged out immediately.

When the whimper faded away, the palace seemed strangely quiet.

Zhu Zhanji looked around, feeling a little gloomy in his heart, and bowed and said, "Grandpa Emperor, grandson retire."

Zhu Di nodded and waited for Zhu Zhanji to leave before faintly said: "My emperor and grandson, Sun Ying, is full of vigor. You can wait to be a good assistant."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After a neat response, the officials retreated.

As for Fang Xing's rebelliousness, no one would believe this.

Fang Xing's commander is just a few people, but are you going to show me the other way around?

Yang Rong and Xia Yuanji walked together. When he remembered Zhu Di's words, he whispered: "Weizhe, what do you mean by your majesty? Do you think Taisun was taught by Xinghe? Or was it not good for preaching."

Xia Yuanji was thinking about the affair at the Ministry of Households, and heard the words: "His Royal Highness has been with Your Majesty since he was a child. It can be said that he knows very well. How do you think?"

Yang Rong smashed his mouth, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, the cliff is high, I don't understand it!"

The civil officials of Ming Dynasty hope that the king will be cultivated according to the model they imagined. In short, it is to be a benevolent monarch.

The so-called “shoucheng” means that the king hangs down and governs the country, and the civil officials govern the country. It is better for everyone to build a high wall on the edge of the Ming Dynasty that the enemy will never be able to climb, and then...

This is the ultimate dream of many civil servants: With the door closed, isn't it better for us to study how to achieve the rule of three generations?

"You must have a long-term vision, and don't be a frog at the bottom of the well."

Fang Xing took a bath, changed his family-style clothes, and said dissatisfied with Zhu Zhanji who rushed over: "Where is Wanwan?"

Zhu Zhanji said plainly: "Wanwan went to the Tianjie Temple and listened to Master Mingxin's lecture."

That guy who is proficient in hypnotism!

"Brother Dehua, tell me about the suppression of the Japanese invasion this time."

Zhu Zhanji said itchingly.

Fang Xing felt a little lazy, so he slowly told him the story of the suppression.

"...The Japanese pirates are cunning and cruel. To deal with them, you must use thunder means and do everything. Jingguan is just..."

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but feel fascinated when he heard Fang Xing cast a few large Jingguan temples on the edge of the Jiaojiang River.

Jingguan has been a way for Chinese people to demonstrate martial arts since ancient times.

"The people of Goguryeo once cast Jingguan!"

Fang Xing ended up with this sentence in the end, which had a very meaningful meaning.

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said, "Brother Dehua, I know what you mean, that the alien is not credible."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Today is a friend, and tomorrow may be a feud. This is our relationship with a foreign race."

Zhu Zhanji was thinking about Fang Xing's layout at the time, and he asked a few words from time to time, and Fang Xing was of course willing to answer.

As the New Year is approaching, Zhu Zhanji's time is also relatively tight, so he stayed for a while and then left.

"Master..."

When he left the study, Fang Xing saw Xiaobai standing in the small pavilion outside, with bells at his feet, and rhubarb pacing proudly at the mouth of the pavilion.

Xiaobai stepped forward happily, leaning against Fang Xing, "Master, do you think I have grown taller?"

Bell was squeezing between the two of them in Rhubarb's disdainful eyes, Fang Xing reached out and tilted his hand on Xiaobai's head, then reached his chin, and said disgustingly: "It's still a long way away!"

Xiaobai was pouting unhappy, and even the bell running to the front frequently turned her head and wagged her tail to make her happy.

When she arrived in the main room, Zhang Shuhui was startled when she saw this scene, and then smiled and asked Fang Xing what she wanted to eat at noon.

Fang Xing didn't notice anything abnormal, so he coveted: "Hot pot hot pot, it must be spicy!"

So on the hot pot at noon.

Looking at the red soup base, Zhang Shuhui had to eat other dishes.

Fang Xing ate while eating, and suddenly realized that Xiao Bai's eating actions were a bit like...

"Who did you learn from?"

Xiaobai's eyes widened, and he said confidently: "Last time I went to a banquet with my wife, I saw that the ladies were eating like this."

"Pointing at the orchid, picking up the vegetables, eating while counting the grains of rice?"

Fang Xing said disdainfully: "Don't pay attention to them, we can eat whatever we like."

Zhang Shuhui pursed her lips and chuckled, then she gave Fang Xing a piece of braised fish.

Xiaobai finally abandoned those delicate and elegant eating methods, and Fang Xing said with satisfaction: "Everyone's habits are different. As long as it doesn't affect others, then I can live as I want, no one can care about it. !"

After eating, Fang woke up in front of him.

Ma Su had been waiting in the study room long ago, and he was talking with Huang Zhong about what happened in Jinling recently.

"teacher."

Fang Xing pressed his hand, then sat on the main seat and asked, "What happened to Jinling after I left?"

As soon as Ma Su said something, Fang Xing listened with squinting eyes, and gradually became sleepy.

"...Recently, someone in the city talked about understanding the bachelor, saying how talented he was and how he contributed to the country..."

Ma Su saw Fang Xing dozing off ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and got up to go out with Huang Zhong.

"and after?"

Ma Su and Huang Zhong stopped and saw Fang Xing's eyes open, piercing.

Is this news that important?

Huang Zhong was also a little puzzled, that Jie Jin was indeed outstanding back then, so outstanding that it was rare among civil servants to be comparable.

But isn't he in jail?

Fang Xing rubbed his eyebrows and whispered, "Go and invite Taisun."

Ma Su was stunned, and Huang Zhong had already reacted, a trace of shock appeared on his face, and he quickly asked: "Uncle, what do you mean..."

Seeing Huang Zhong's right hand pointed like a knife, and swiping it downward, Ma Su's face turned pale, and he hurried to the stable.

Huang Zhong couldn't believe it and said: "Uncle, Your Majesty has no intention to deal with the Bachelor of Interpretation. Who dares to do it to him?"

Fang Xing rubbed his temples, and said for a long time: "How long has the Master of Interpretation been detained? How come you don't mention it early or late, but at this time?"

Fang Xing had some memories, he remembered that Xie Jin seemed to be buried in a snowdrift by Ji Gang and frozen to death.

"snow!"

Fang Xing looked at the sunshine outside, and felt some enlightenment in his heart.

Zhu Di was supposed to be in Peking at this time, but because of the Prince's inspection of the guards' military status, he went directly from Peking to Jinling.

"Go, ask if the Bachelor of Interpretation is in Peking or Jinling at this time."

Huang Zhong saw Fang Xing's look a little weird, so he hurried to find Xin Laoqi.

Fang Xing sat in the study alone, racking his brains to think about the year Xie Jin died.

But after thinking about it, he was to no avail.

The thirteenth year of Yongle is coming soon, and the Chunwei that was originally planned to be held in Peking has also been changed to Jinling.

This series of changes made Fang Xing feel that he had finally changed a lot of things.

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