Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　As far as the palace, Fang Xing's ears still echoed Xia Yuanji's words.

　　 "You remember to **** the prince, but what about your majesty? Should your majesty wipe the feet?"

　　 Fang Xing was ashamed and embarrassed. He felt that Xia Yuanji's thoughts had been right in his mind. He regarded Zhu Gaochi as an excessive, and he only wanted to support Zhu Zhanji on stage.

　　 As before, Fang Xing was summoned. There was no delay, no troubles, and no drinking, as if nothing had happened.

　　 "The minister is guilty."

　　 When Fang Xing saw that Zhu Gaochi's face was still with a calm smile, he couldn't help saying: "The minister is too utilitarian to act...too much."

Zhu Gaochi's complexion remained the same, and he said faintly: "When I was a prince, I felt that many people would be my supporters in the future. They also ran for me at the time, but now they seem to be in harmony with each other. Tell me, you will How about with Jenji?"

　　 Zhu Gaochi's question hit Fang Xing's heart at once, and his experience with Zhu Zhanji from the acquaintance to the present flashed one by one. He raised his head and saw the inquiring eyes.

　　 "Your Majesty, the minister and his highness have aspirations together, as long as the ambition remains unchanged, as long as Ming can thrive... Your Highness is also the minister watching step by step until now..."

　　 Fang Xing said sincerely: "To be honest, if there are no ministers, your Highness will probably follow the steps in the future and will not produce these waves. Since it is initiated by the minister, the minister will naturally not avoid it, and let His Highness face the swords and swords."

　　 Zhu Gaochi nodded slightly, thinking of the transformations of the "brachial minister" that he had high hopes for after he was enthroned, he couldn't help but sneered in his heart, but he gave birth to envy again.

　　 "You know how to advance and retreat, know how to measure..."

　　 The corners of Zhu Gaochi's mouth slightly cocked, making Fang Xing very embarrassed. Then he continued: "If you are promoting science, why do I look at it coldly, don't interfere, and even help you? That's because I don't want you to become a minister of power involuntarily, and finally..."

　　 "The minister is willing to do so."

　　 Fang Xingxing science is actually making enemies.

　　 When there are enough enemies, Fang Xing and the royal relationship will get closer and closer.

　　 "The emperor is alone..."

　　 Zhu Gaochi touched the newly-changed teacup and decided not to throw it away again.

　　 "The lonely emperor and the lonely courtier can only be trusted in this way, and the courtiers are just embellishment!"

　　 embellishment?

　　 Fang Xing was terrified, and couldn't help but look back at the door, for fear that Zhu Gaochi's words would be heard.

　　 "What are you afraid of?"

Zhu Gaochi smiled and said: "From Taizu Gao to the first emperor, the officials have changed one after another, but the lonely emperor is still the same. Hu Weiyong and Li Shanchang were ambiguous at the time, forcing the Taizu Gao emperor to raise a big case. The first emperor. When he came to the throne, hundreds of officials were not convinced, and a lot of stumbling were secretly made. The first emperor had to pick up Jinyiwei again, so the balance between the courtier and the emperor is very important, and you are fine."

"I originally wanted to abolish the Dongchang factory, and Jin Yiwei wanted to disband, but after all, I thought too well, and finally had to change course. These are all struggles. If there is one less courtier like you beside Zhanji, I don’t feel relieved. what!"

　　 Fang Xing suddenly had a clear understanding: not only the emperor's taboo, but also the world's taboo.

　　Snakes have no heads, boats have no rudders, and a huge country, whether it’s true or false, whether it’s an imaginary or a real prince, you have to have a leader.

　　 With the leader who everyone unanimously supports and the leader who can change continuously, this country has the hope of sustainable development.

　　 Once a power minister appears, infighting will become the mainstream of this country. The officials have to stand in line, and the people are thinking about it. The king is thinking about how to get rid of the power minister...

　　 The ministers of power are born to be embarrassed on all sides, and if they don’t enter, they die.

　　 Daming is also a powerful minister Zhang Juzheng, he is a typical example of death if he doesn't enter. His own death crushed the emperor, and even dared to form a party with the Queen Mother and Feng Bao, making Wanli at that time like a candle in the wind, shaking to death.

　　 "The minister doesn't like to be entangled in everything, and even more hates to be imaginary and stubborn..."

　　 Fang Xing's actions in the past few days are such Chi Guoguo, he is even ready to be punished by Zhu Gaochi.

　　 But there is nothing, Zhu Gaochi treats him the same way!

　　 With heart for heart, Fang Xing feels a little dirty. He raised his head to meet those gentle eyes, and said: "The minister once said that the emperor is the most tiring job in the world, and the majesty is majestic, but he is trapped in the palace. Hard."

　　 Until the end, Zhu Gaochi still had confidence in his body in the short term.

　　 "Zhan Ki can come back after another year or two of experience in the south."

　　Zhu Gaochi seems to want to pass Fang Xinglai to Zhu Zhanji, "I used to supervise the country many times back then, knowing that if you want to get a thorough understanding of political affairs, you must have a head and a tail. It's useless to come back after you do it."

　　 "You are all well, I can last a few more years, and when I can't hold it, I will naturally retreat and take a good rest..."

　　 Zhu Gaochi looked calm when he said this, and Fang Xing felt ashamed.

　　 There can be such an attitude between life and death, this is open-mindedness.

　　Fang Xing asked himself that he should not be able to do it. He felt that if he faced Zhu Gaochi's situation, he would be unable to meditate, let alone Zhu Gaochi deal with political affairs every day...

　　……

　　 "Xing He Bo, that Piaoxiang Lou is said to be the property of King Jin..."

When 　　 was about to leave the palace, a little **** caught up and said this.

　　 Fang Xing, the little eunuch, knew that he was the person who worked with Liang Zhong.

　　 Fang Xing nodded and went out of the palace, and ordered people to check this Piaoxiang Building.

　　……

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　　 The so-called Piaoxianglou is actually a restaurant, but business is bleak.

　　 In the private room on the second floor of the tea house next to Piaoxianglou, two people have already been seated, and the atmosphere is tense.

　　 An Lun looked at Shenyang obliquely, and said sharply: "I discovered this first in the East Factory. Are you Jinyiwei coming to disrupt the situation?"

　　 Shenyang lowered his head slightly, looking at the teacup and said in a low voice: "It was my Jinyiwei's first hand. Besides, Your Majesty did not order this matter. Your Dongchang claims to be your Majesty's domestic slaves. Why dare you take people privately?"

An Lun Ho Ho smiled and said contemptuously: "The King Jin is here to open a restaurant, and the business is so bad that he has to hold on. What is this for? It's just to hide the dirt and inquire about the news. His Majesty did not say that he would do it. That's because the king, we are domestic slaves. When will we wait if we don't make a move at this time?!"

　　 "We will not retreat!"

　　 Shenyang categorically said: "This matter is related to whether the feudal lord has sexual abuse, Jin Yiwei will not stand idly by!"

An Lun sneered: "Sai Hazhi hid in Jinyiwei’s yamen and did not dare to go out. I heard that you were also squeezed out many times. If you don’t get it done this time, you will be implicated. Remember, the feudal prince is not something that Jinyiwei can contaminate, otherwise. I don’t know if the sky is dead."

　　 "That's my business."

　　 The wound on Shenyang's face has not healed. In order not to involve the wound, he can only speak in a low voice.

　　 An Lun looked at the bandage on Shenyang's face, shook his head and said, "Don't grab it with our family, otherwise our grandpa grandson will let you know what Sun Buddha is!"

　　 Shenyang suddenly got up and said coldly: "Come on then."

　　 An Lunyin smiled and stood up, and said, "You are self-reliant on Hexing and Uncle's care, so are you unscrupulous?"

　　 Shen Yang shook his head and looked at An Lun indifferently, "I can use my hands to make a way out until... I die!"

　　 lunatic!

　　 An Lun was about to refute, but Shen Yang became impatient and turned around and left.

　　 "Don't think about being alone!"

　　 An Lun was anxious at the first sight, but Shenyang opened the door straight away, then looked at the two groups of people who were facing each other and nodded, and said, "Jin Yiwei's brother, go with the officer."

　　 An Lun rushed out in a desperate manner~www.readwn.com~ Seeing Shenyang leading the people away, he shouted: "Keep up and keep up, today we can't make Jin Yiwei's people proud!"

　　 Two groups of people rushed out of the tea house, trotting one after the other towards the Piaoxianglou on the left.

　　 just ran more than ten steps, and suddenly there was a loud noise in front of him, as if someone was hitting the door.

　　 "Kneel down and don't kill!"

　　 There was a sharp shout, and the guard in front of Jinyi stopped. An Lun ran up panting. He wanted to scold Shenyang, but when he saw the door of the Piaoxiang Tower that had been knocked out, he couldn't help being stunned.

　　 "Dare to fight Dongchang and Jinyiwei, who did it?"

　　 Dare to fight for food with Dongchang Jinyiwei, this courage has not changed!

　　 Two groups of people slowly approached the Piaoxiang Tower. When they saw a man with a knife standing outside the door that they didn't know, they couldn't help but cringe a little.

　　Shenyang took a few steps forward and asked: "Dare you guys who belong to the yamen?"

　　 A man glanced at Shenyang, like a knife, making Shenyang feel the tearing pain on his face.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 There was a noise in the lobby at this time, and Shenyang took a step forward, just in time to see a man rolling down the stairs and hitting the table below.

　　 The table did not fall apart as described by various media later. The man was a little angry, and lay on the table panting, with his hands on his chest, like a stranded fish.