Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Quietly in the yard, Chen Mo came to see Fang Xing, glanced outside, and quickly retracted.

"Your Majesty is not easy."

Cao Fei said sincerely: "Xing He Bo, you are resting in Shandong, your Majesty is walking on thin ice in the capital!"

Fang Xing said, "So I am going back to Beijing today."

Cao Fei nodded and said, "Then our family is not too wordy, so we have to leave for Beijing right away. When the canonization of the prince is over, we will go south earlier and find out the thoughts of the people below as soon as possible."

Fang Xing hesitated to speak, but at the end he didn't say anything.

If it's about investigation, who is better at Dongchang and Jinyiwei?

...

The lobby of the East Factory was full of people, and An Lun stood on it murderously and said: "What are the troubled officials and thieves saying that the eldest son is not good? This is slander! This is a plot!"

Someone in the stall below said: "Father-in-law, the eldest prince is still young, who is not virtuous? It can be seen that those thieves have secrets in their hearts. After taking the first few people, who else dares to make noise?"

"Yes, father-in-law, those rebellious officials and thieves are quite extravagant in their homes!"

Even the greedy for money had been said, An Lun looked at the men below coldly, waited for the voice to decrease, and then said: "Who said that your highness is not good?"

The difference between the big prince and the big prince represents the attitude towards corn.

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and a stall came out.

He knelt down, then slapped himself hard.

An Lun glanced at him, and then said: "This time the noise outside is not the position of the prince, but the position of the prince's teacher. After understanding this, we can find a place to start in the East Factory."

The gear head slapped himself in the face, and An Lun seemed to have never seen him.

"His Royal Highness is Du Qian enlightening, and then Fang Xing."

An Lun's eyebrows were a little more melancholy, "Du Qian is okay, those people just don't want to see Fang Xing become the prince's teacher, they are afraid that the future prince will become the appearance of the current prince, don't you understand?"

Only then did the following stall owners realize that things were not that simple, and while their hearts were stunned, some people were thinking about how to avoid this vortex.

Yes, this is a maelstrom.

A vortex that can swallow countless lives!

An Lun glanced at the stall that was still slapped and waved her hand slightly. The stall slammed his head like an amnesty, then got up and went back. The cheek was red and swollen, but he didn't dare to cry out for pain.

An Lun glanced over his subordinates, and finally confessed: "How noble the emperor is, and it also involves the struggle between Confucianism and science, but we don't need to worry about this, we only know that the great prince is successfully ascended to the throne of the prince. Yet?"

"understood!"

Shout out from below.

An Lun waved his hands in satisfaction, and his men dispersed.

An Lun got in a little tired, and Chen Shi followed in to make tea for him.

"Father-in-law, there is no problem with your Royal Highness's title of prince. Those people who really want the title of emperor teacher, then go to Hexing and Uncle! Why do you want to ring the bell here?"

An Lun took a deep breath, feeling a little inexplicably excited.

"They are afraid that Fang Xing will clean up."

Chen Shi stunned: "Cooperate with them, but you are not afraid of your Majesty?"

An Lun took the teacup and said with a chuckle: "Your Majesty wants to take care of the overall situation, but Fang Xing can pretend to be a fool, understand?"

Chen Shi understood, he was a little envious of Fang Xing's method of doing things without fear.

An Lun glanced at him and warned: "We are your majesty's domestic slaves. Once your heart becomes wild, don't want to take it back."

Chen Shi trembled in his heart, and said quickly: "Don't worry, father-in-law, we know how to measure."

An Lun nodded, drank a sip of tea, and slowly said: "There was a man next to Grandpa Sun, who was also surnamed Chen. You should know his ending, right?"

Chen Gui!

Chen Shi bowed his head and said, "Yes, our family must take this as a warning."

An Lun was very satisfied with Chen Shi's knowledge and said, "Grandpa Sun is already doing well. When you look back, remember to quietly find some monks to recite sutras."

Chen Shi agreed, and then retired.

An Lun closed the door, turned and walked to the row of cabinets, leaning over to unlock.

Later he took out a baggage and laid it on the table.

He slowly eased his baggage, and gradually revealed the contents inside.

This is a tablet.

The place of benefactor Sun Xiang!

He put the tablet on the table, and then found a small incense burner.

The cigarette was faint, and An Lun was already sitting on the opposite side of the tablet.

"Father-in-law, I, An Lun, have never forgotten your kindness. I only hope that you can live as a human again without having to suffer the knife and live comfortably."

He read the scriptures silently, moving his fingers lightly, and the prayer beads slowly began to turn.

"Those sergeants didn't take care of you, so I made a way to dispatch all the sergeants guarding the tomb to Hami..."

He slowly closed his eyes and moved his lips slightly.

The smoke of the three sticks rose slowly, gradually straightened, and then scattered and disappeared.

"Father-in-law, Xinghe Bo has returned to Beijing!"

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Shi's voice came from outside.

An Lun breathed out a long breath and glanced at the incense burner. The three sticks of incense had been burned out, leaving only three thin wooden sticks of different lengths.

This is life!

Burning from beginning to end!

An Lun got up and said solemnly: "Just pay attention!"

"Yes."

The sound of footsteps outside went away, An Lun walked over to collect the tablet and the incense burner, and then opened the door of the room.

The smell of sandalwood rushed out, and then a spring breeze blew in, not only blowing back the smoke in the house, but also curling up the corners of An Lun's robe.

...

The spring breeze also blew Fang Xing.

He brought his family into the city and arranged for someone to go home to report the letter, but he went into the palace to see the emperor.

"Congratulations, uncle, the tiger father has no dogs!"

When they were outside the imperial city, the sergeants laughed and congratulated him when they saw him, but they were talking about Tudou's outstanding performance in the martial arts entrance examination.

Fang Xing smiled and arched his hands: "It's just a fluke."

With a few words of greeting, a sergeant saw Fang Xing's kindness and asked about the situation of the road in Shandong.

"Uncle, if all the repairs are completed someday, can we go to Jinling for the winter? Then come back in spring."

The army has discipline, so of course this is an extravagant hope.

Fang Xing saw Yu Jia coming out of it, and said, "Even if it's all repaired~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the winter in Jinling is bitterly cold, and the cold wind burrows into the bones with one heart. It's uncomfortable. The sides are different."

Then he followed Yu Jia into the palace.

Along the way, Yu Jia just smiled and said hard work, Fang Xing also casually went over.

Fang Xing felt that Yu Jia's careful thinking was really not enough to see Wang Zhen, a ‘superior’ in the palace.

He doesn't know the root cause of the Tumubao change, but from the current point of view, many things are probably inseparable from the political situation at that time.

What will Wang Zhen become?

Fang Xing was more interested in it.

"Uncle Xinghe, His Royal Highness often comes to Qianqing Palace recently."

Fang Xing's face was not moved by Yu Jia's sudden goodwill, he just hummed.

Yu Jia felt that Fang Xing was a little arrogant, and fell silent.

After seeing Zhu Zhanji, Fang Xing briefly talked about the situation of the project in Shandong and asked about Prince Celi.

"Go out and talk."

Zhu Zhanji's demeanor is calm, not anger or prestige.

When the two of them got outside, Yu Jia was far away.

Zhu Zhanji rubbed his hands and said, "I write too many words, and my hands are numb."

Fang Xing nodded.

"Honorers are very interested in martial arts, but most of their children are unbearable. I couldn't even close my eyes in this assessment. But I don't think so much. I just said that when I enroll again in the summer, I can do it all. Come, my age has relaxed a lot."

The corners of Zhu Zhanji's mouth curled up slightly, but he smiled mockingly.

"Martial arts is a way out for my children. If you study hard and do it hard, then there will be a way out in the future. But looking at their appearance, it is clear that they have picked up the flesh and bones, and they have started to make noise inside themselves. Not on the wall."

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