Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Before lunch, there were no guests in Shenxianju.

　　 "Does that person still refuse to order?"

　　 asked my brother impatiently.

　　 The guy who just got downstairs shook his head and said, "No! Said he was waiting for someone. But this person looked a little bit official."

　　 asked his brother to disdain: "Guanqi, the least valuable in this capital is the official!"

　　 The man's heart was also high, and he said, "That is, if it wasn't for him to order a pot of good tea, who would be patient with such a person to eat."

　　 "I look good."

　　 asked my brother to go to the back when it was not business hours, and was going to see Huanhuan.

　　 Huanhuan has already begun to enlighten, the teacher was found by Fang Xing, an old master, but not pedantic.

　　 As soon as she walked in the back, one person came in outside.

　　 "Master!"

　　 The guy yelled and asked the important brother to turn back. Seeing Fang Xing, he said, "Master, the young master is studying, and the young lady is cooking for the young master."

　　 She couldn't tell the outsider as she was called, but Fang Xing was not allowed to correct her.

　　 Fang Xing nodded and asked, "But someone is waiting?"

　　 My brother suddenly realized, and said: "Someone upstairs has arrived long ago and hasn't ordered any food."

　　 "Don't worry about it."

　　 Fang Xing went to the second floor alone.

　　 asked his brother to say: "Master alone is not good, you go up and stare, if you do it, call out, I will go up and hack him to death."

　　 As I said, my brother bends down slightly, and when he comes up with his right hand, he already holds a kitchen knife.

　　 The buddy just agreed, and another person came in outside.

　　 "Seven brothers."

　　 Xin Laoqi walked in and asked, "I'll wash my hands first."

　　 If you say who the servants in the capital admire most, it is probably Xin Laoqi.

　　 has achieved great military success, but refused when the emperor personally solicited.

　　 Such talents are the ultimate goal of my generation!

　　 The guy was excited and took Xin Laoqi to wash his hands behind, and asked my brother to put the kitchen knife back in regret.

　　 While upstairs, Fang Xing had already entered the private room.

　　 There is a man sitting in the private room opposite the door.

　　 The man was stroking his beard and meditating. After the door opened, he got up subconsciously.

　　 "I have seen Xing He Bo."

　　 Fang Xing walked straight to the main seat and sat down, and then single-handedly asked, "Who is the person behind you?"

　　 The man smiled and said: "Xing He Bo..."

　　 "Which feudal king is it?"

　　 Fang Xing seemed very impatient and said, "Bun can only stay in the capital for two days, so don't test Ben's patience."

　　 The man's smile stiffened on his face and said, "Xing He Bo, do you know that you are already in the abyss now?"

　　 Fang Xing frowned and said, "Don't tell Ben uncle if you want to sell it. Let's talk about it, which of your Royal Highness asked you to pass the message."

　　 The man felt that his tricks were useless in front of Fang Xing. He settled and said: "Xing He Bo, there are many complaints from the princes everywhere. My Royal Highness is very worried about this, and the King of Shu is the most..."

　　 "The king of Shu's body is not very good, can you change to a feudal king?"

　　 Fang Xing leaned back on the chair, with a relaxed posture, with a little disdain.

　　 The man stunned and said: "Chaozhong actually..."

　　 "Did you get the news so early?"

　　 Fang Xing said, "Is that person yours in the early morning?"

　　 The man was a joke, and hurriedly said: "Absolutely not, if it is, I would never dare to see my uncle here."

　　His body is slightly forward, his **** has left the chair, and he looks slightly panic.

　　 And it was only a moment from Fang Xingjin to the present, he went from smug to panic, just a few words.

　　 After speaking, the man sat back slumped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Before I came out, I knew it was difficult, but my Royal Highness has nothing wrong with him. He just wants to stay in the fief."

　　 "The fief..."

　　 Fang Xing's tone was a bit erratic.

　　 The man smiled bitterly, "Isn't it just that the Central Plains is no longer entrusted, can you not enfeoff?"

　　 Fang Xing smiled for the first time and said, "Of course."

　　 The man breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can you give me more money?"

　　 Fang Xing nodded, Zhu Zhanji had matured his ideas about the feudal lord, and he could agree to many things on his behalf.

　　 The man raised his head with difficulty, looked at Fang Xing and asked, "Uncle, from beginning to end!"

　　 Fang Xing knew that this was the condition set by the feudal king, and as long as he agreed, then the positive model would be in front of him.

　　 He shook his head slightly, "Decreasing."

　　 The man said desperately: "Do the descendants of Emperor Taizu Gao, Emperor Wen, and Emperor Jen all have to go overseas to survive?"

　　 Fang Xing squinted slightly and said, "I don't know what heaven is, but what is humanity?"

　　 The man said desperately: "Uncle, this is forcing people to go to a dead end!"

Fang Xing said coldly: "This road shouldn't be long, but you expect this road to become wider and wider. But have you thought about it? The wider the road, the narrower the road on the side. Hundreds of millions of people squeeze on that road, gentry squeeze, you squeeze, honours squeeze, can that road be enough for more and more people to walk?"

　　 The man blurted out and said: "His Royal Highness said before he came, that the uncle is the most important minister by your Majesty's side. Let me ask, why do you want to be aggressive?"

　　 Fang Xing said helplessly: "The Tao is different. Your master's Tao is to continue wealth and wealth, but your Majesty's Tao is to create peace forever. Different Taos naturally do not seek each other."

　　 He got up to go out, and the man also got up in a panic: "Uncle, is there no room for accommodation?"

　　 Fang Xing kept walking and said, "The Ze of the gentleman will be cut for the fifth generation."

　　 The man sat on the chair in despair, watching Fang Xing go out, and couldn't help shouting: "The lessons of the previous car are still there!"

　　 Fang Xing did not look back, and said, "There will be no second battle of Jingnan, believe me, and tell your master that children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. If you want to arrange for your children and grandchildren, it is a disaster."

　　 When the butcher knife comes, no amount of wealth and descendants will be the source of disaster.

　　 Fang Xing feels that there are many things to follow. Most of the people are ordinary people of many generations, and occasionally there are opportunities for wealth and honor, which can be annihilated in a few generations.

　　 But the longer the days of wealth and honor, the more tragic the future decline.

　　 "This is fate!"

　　 Fang woke up and went downstairs, Huanhuan was already waiting, and rushed over after a warm cheer.

　　 "Father!"

　　 Fang Xing laughed and hugged the heavier and heavier Huanhuan, and asked in a low voice whether he had skipped class.

"No!"

　　 Huanhuan shook his head like a rattle, and then saw that man appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

　　 "Father, look at the fool!"

　　 Fang Xing did not look back, but instead put him down, and then led him into the backyard.

　　 The man slowly descended the stairs, blankly preparing to go out.

　　 "Guest, tea money!"

　　 The guy smiled and arched his hands to the side.

　　 The man casually touched a treasure bill and came out, let go of his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the treasure bill fell, and the man continued to walk out in a daze.

　　……

　　 According to the procedure, the prince left Taimiao to thank the emperor for his gratitude, and then went to Kunning Palace to thank the queen.

　　 The gate of Taimiao has been closed.

　　 It was almost noon, Zhu Zhanji just brought Song Honest to the temple outside.

　　 "Open the door!"

　　 Zhu Zhanji slowly walked up the steps, and the door slowly opened.

　　 He stepped into the hall, and Song Laoshi squatted outside, took out the oil paper bag from his arms, and slowly ate his snack.

　　 Zhu Zhanji came out later, with a little more congealing between his eyebrows.

　　 "Your Majesty, eat."

　　 Song honestly felt that it was not enough to just eat dim sum by himself, and the dim sum was given by the emperor, so he held the oil paper bag in both hands and handed it over.

　　 The few eunuchs who were serving on the side held back their smiles, and then their smiles solidified.

　　 Zhu Zhanji reached out and took a piece of rice cake from the spread oil paper.

　　The rice cakes are very small, and the royal dim sums are small. No worries have complained many times, saying that the palace is so stingy, it is not as big as his own snack.

　　 The emperor glanced at Dim Sum and said, "It's really small," and then he threw Dim Sum into his mouth.

　　 Song asked honestly: "Your Majesty, is the rice cake delicious?"

　　 The emperor chewed carefully, nodded and said, "Well, it's delicious."

　　 The two slowly descended the steps, and Song kept muttering honestly, saying that his taste was very delicious, and that it must be delicious when he said it was delicious.

　　 The emperor listened quietly, and suddenly said: "In the future, the snack will be bigger."

　　 Since then, the dim sum in the palace has grown a lot, and this habit has been maintained.