Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Sing!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu said lazily, then raised the jar and gestured towards Fang Xing, and he drank a sip of wine.

　　 The woman had fair skin and soft figure, smiled at the words, and clapped her hands.

　　 Two women came out, one holding the piano and the other holding Xiao.

　　 White tender hands slapped again, and music rang.

　　 The piano ding dong, Xiao Sheng sobbed.

　　 The woman danced leisurely.

　　 This is the most flexible waist of the woman Fang Xing has ever seen.

　　 The waist was slightly twisted, and the body turned slightly with the sound of the piano, instantly giving birth to the loneliness of plucking in Shouyang Mountain.

　　The mountain road is winding, and the Ning Li stands above the lake.

　　 The green bamboo is the pole and the snow is the bait, just for a touch of coldness.

　　 Fang Xing looked at the quiet dance indifferently, the quiet music in his ears.

　　 Zhu Gaoxu's expression became more and more indifferent, and it would be a dead end to do so.

　　 "This is the voice of subjugation!"

　　 Fang Xing flicked his finger at the cup, and in the crisp voice, Zhu Gaoxu said slumpedly: "There is no room. Daming is not the king's Daming. He haunts in his dream, but it's empty, it's all empty."

　　 The sound of music is like the sound of insects heard when dreaming back in the middle of the night.

　　 Fang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, listening to the music flowing slowly.

　　 The fleet continued to move forward, and Chang Jianxun frowned on the side and said; "His Royal Highness, this is the voice of stubbornness."

　　 Fang Xing raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Chang Jianxun appreciatively.

　　This trip is a different route. After leaving Jinling, Daming is a dreamland, just a place where he can't go back.

　　 This kind of melancholy music should not be listened to at this time.

　　 The so-called voice of subjugation, the voice of depravity, is probably something that can confuse people and make people have no fighting spirit.

　　 "What is the sound of sluggishness?"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu raised the jar and took a sip of wine, frowned and said, "Sour!"

　　 Fang Xing smiled and said, "This thing is not like wine, I rarely drink it at home."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu took a big sip and said, "Zhan Ji said he wanted to kill in Shandong, why didn't he do it?"

　　 Fang Xing lowered his head slightly, rubbing his wine glass and said: "I want my wife and children, especially worry-free."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu was stunned, then slightly raised his head and said: "Worry-free! That girl is arrogant, Fang Xing you can raise it well."

　　 Fang Xing smiled and said, "It's hard to find a son-in-law in the future, so no one can rest assured."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu said, "It's fine to hold that person. If you are not obedient, let him die without a place to bury him, and find a son-in-law for Wuyou again. Are you still afraid of this?"

　　 Fang Xing smiled bitterly: "I just want her to live the life she wants, so I am willing to suppress those problems."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu watched the woman's dance blankly.

　　Dance is the language of the body, and people without patience can't find it naturally.

　　 Zhu Gaoxu looked at it and said, "It's just groaning without illness. If you don't like it, then cry. Why be sticky."

　　 Fang Xing shook his head. He likes dancing, but he doesn't like it either. It just doesn't matter.

　　 "Your Majesty, you have to know...that is nostalgia, a daily greeting, a complaint, and a reminder."

　　 "That's my princess!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu said irritably, and didn't care at all.

　　 Emotions are slowly changing, Fang Xing hopes to become active, but in the end it becomes longing.

　　 Fang Xing said: "Yes, so you should pray that she can grow old with you, otherwise you will be lost and desperate."

"impossible!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu's eyes turned from numbness to anger, and then he lowered his head and said, "It's all gone."

　　 Fang Xing whispered: "His Royal Highness, do you know why your Majesty has shown you so much favor? Even Emperor Ren is the same."

Zhu Gaoxu took a sip of wine, hiccups, and said with blurred eyes: "They say that this king is a bad person, even his father is like this. What can this king do? You have to pretend to be a bad person, otherwise... The life of a few eggs!"

　　 Fang Xing was slightly taken aback, and just raised his head, but Zhu Gaoxu's sharp gaze lowered his head again.

　　 Zhu Gaoxu took a sip of wine, and the wine trickled down her white beard.

He stroked his beard and said with a bleak look in his eyes: "Big brother is jealous of me, but he is only jealous, but remembers brotherhood. I escaped from Jinling that year, and I protected my eldest brother and Gao Sui all the way, meeting people and killing people, meeting Buddha and killing Buddha... …"

"At that time, the eldest brother was fat and had foot problems. The horses couldn’t move him. So I stole my uncle’s BMW, which was for eldest brother to ride. And the third one was timid, so I had to kill people all the way when I saw danger. Based on this, Yun Yang said that this king is tyrannical and interesting."

　　 "His Royal Highness..."

　　 Fang Xing had never heard of Jing Nan's secrets before, so it was very shocking.

　　 He filled Zhu Gaoxu with wine, then raised his glass and drank it silently.

　　 "That way..."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu drank it all, squinting his eyes and said: "This king has never done it before. Those who are allowed to simmer, my uncle's people, I will kill them all this way, and I will bear them one by one."

　　 Fang Xing toasted and drank, and then said: "Your Highness is mighty!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu glanced at him and nodded slightly when he saw his sincere expression.

　　 Fang Xing praised: "This is to pass five levels and cut six generals!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu didn't know what to pass five levels and cut six generals, but he could understand the literal meaning.

　　 So he smiled, "Later in the North-South War, this king was... I won't talk about it, it's boring to say."

In the battle of 　　Jingnan, Zhu Gaoxu played a very important role, otherwise Zhu Di would not make a mistake, patted his back and said, "Your brother's health is not good".

　　 "Zhang Fu is a faceless guy, this king misunderstood him."

　　 I probably felt that after leaving Daming, Zhu Gaoxu no longer concealed many of his words.

"At the time of Jing's crisis, this king took care of Zhang Fudu. Later, after his father became king, Zhang Fu changed. Mingzhe played better than anyone else. He couldn't compare with Zhang Yu, but he was a little taller than a short man. "

　　 Zhu Gaoxu stepped on Zhang Fu in the mud, but Fang Xing couldn't refute it.

　　 Zhu Gaoxu is from Zhang Yu's generation, and Zhang Fu is a younger generation in terms of personal relations.

　　 Moreover, Zhang Fu was too steady and thoughtful, so he was naturally not pleased by Zhu Gaoxu.

　　 "Your Highness is not easy."

　　 Fang Xing thought of Zhu Gaoxu in history, that sturdy fellow. The general said that we were fighting with the emperor, but he was so scared that he was about to surrender.

This is impossible!

　　 Fang Xing is calculating the result of Zhu Gaoxu's previous life: Before Zhu Gaochi died, Zhu Zhanji went all the way north, the so-called interception must be a lie.

　　Why did Zhu Zhanji make up a lie?

　　 Fang Xing glanced at Zhu Gaoxu, who had wrinkles on his face, and felt that Zhu Zhanji was afraid of the second uncle.

　　 After the terrified Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne, the first thing he did was to look for opportunities to clean up his uncle.

　　 And Zhang Fu probably sensed the emperor's mind, and then tried his best to preach the danger and lawlessness of Zhu Gaoxu.

　　 Brother uncle is a bit flattering!

　　 Fang Xing remembered Zhang Fu's posture in front of the emperor, and felt that Xunqi really should all drive off.

"After the father set the tripod ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, those people were thinking about enjoying wealth and honor, or quickly doing meritorious service, taking advantage of the opportunity of the father's gratitude to Wu Xun's blue eyes, and promoting the title after meritorious service, so did Zhang Fu. "

　　 Zhu Gaoxu was very heroic in drinking, and he drank the wine out of beer.

　　 The jar was thrown out by Zhu Gaoxu amidst the gurgling sound.

　　呯!

　　 Everyone on the deck glanced here, and someone came to clean up.

　　 "Don't learn from them."

Zhu Gaoxu said a little faintly: "Tudou is a good boy. If you learn from Zhang Fu, the boy will be ruined in the future, and he will become a fellow who is similar to a ruthless scholar. You only know that you can keep the title of Xinghe Bo. Do you think it is good? "

　　 Fang Xing did not speak, the dancing woman stopped, and then flattered: "His Royal Highness, the young master of Xinghe Bo's family is very powerful! They said that it is difficult to find young people who are more powerful than Xinghe Bo's young master in Beijing."

　　 The woman's Da Ming words are not very eloquent, but the key is that the taste in these words is not right.

　　Where is this woman?

　　 Fang Xing looked at this woman, but Zhu Gaoxu glanced at her coldly, her eyes as sharp as a blade.

　　 The woman panicked and was about to beg for mercy, but Zhu Gaoxu said faintly: "Kill!"

　　 Chang Jianxun, who has been on the side, drew his sword.

　　 The knife light flashed...

　　 The beautiful woman is still just a mortal when she passes away.

　　 The head flew up, and Chang Jianxun grabbed the hair casually, and then the blood spilled all over the floor.

　　 Zhu Gaoxu, as if he hadn’t seen him, continued: "There is no worries, remember not to look for the men who pretend to be. Those people look serious, but most of them have no shame."