Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"At the first glance, you don't have to worry about food and clothes. You can stand and talk without backache. Get out of here!"

"Yes, get out of here! Don't think you can do whatever you want with money, and don't leave and kill you!"

"...Why not eat minced meat! Shameless!"

A more elegant voice came from a rude yell, Feng Ping glanced at it, but he was a strong man.

The brawny man selling pork.

"What do you look at? Let me see how I beat you to death!"

Feng Ping nodded, then went to the alley, staggering.

"Pooh!"

The big man who had just said elegant words took a sip at his back, and then gave a wink at the two idle guys who were arranging pig intestines, and the two followed in.

When the vendors around saw this scene, they all pouted and didn't care about anyone.

It's New Year's Eve, everyone wants to make a profit...

...

Feng Ping didn't know where he wanted to go, he didn't want to go home, and he didn't want to be seen by his family when he was embarrassed and failed.

Walking forward, squeezed out of the crowd, and gradually there was no one in front.

It's empty, just like Feng Ping's heart now.

"Xiaomin is concerned about filling his stomach and earning more money, but I have become a meat-eater... Official, whose fault is this?"

In the cold weather, the stubborn moss can still be seen in the gaps between the walls on both sides.

"They must be talking about me..."

Feng Ping exhaled and slapped the wall vigorously, then he saw the two men behind him.

The short blade has been ground and is probably also used to cut pork by the way, so it can smell the smell of flesh and blood.

"Take the money out!"

One man put a knife on Feng Ping's neck, and another man reached out and touched him.

"I have no money….."

Feng Ping stared at the man with the knife blankly and said, his body showed no fear at all.

"what is this?"

The man who searched the body took out a piece of jade pendant, slapped Feng Ping with a happy face, and said with joy, "It's got to be polished and sold! But it's a fat year."

Looking at the jade pendant, Feng Ping moved his sluggish eyes a little, then opened his mouth and spit out a thick sputum.

"Ha...puff!"

Feng Ping couldn't help laughing as if he had been vomiting for a few days.

The man with the knife stretched out his hand and touched his face, and when he leaned in front of him, he retched. Then, his brain heated up and his right hand was pulled.

"laugh!"

The short blade is very sharp, and it cuts the neck easily. Under high pressure, red splashes...

Feng Ping touched his neck, looked in front of him, and sighed: "Blood..."

His body staggered and turned around, his steps still staggering forward...

The blood continued to splash from his neck...

The man who did it looked at the short blade in his hand, then looked at the companion who turned and ran out, and muttered: "I didn't want to kill him..."

"Puff!"

Feng Ping fell in front of him, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, with a weak breath.

"... Being an official... isn't it... isn't it like this... Isn't it like this... hey..."

The hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer, Feng Ping managed to open his eyes, and saw the man running by his side, he couldn't help but smile, and then his breath gradually faded...

This is Peiping!

Where can you go?

...

"Who is going?"

"I don't know, your majesty is just getting angry. We said at the time that we could mobilize the troops of the Xuan Mansion to clean up, but your majesty did not agree."

Zhang Fu was studying the Tao Te Ching recently. He closed the book and saw Fang Xing sitting cross-legged on the futon. He said: "I can't go. Zhu Yong is too impulsive to be alone. This is when I saw your Majesty alone. Just said it."

Fang Xing picked up a book from his early childhood, flipped through it, and asked, "Is the eldest brother going to be in the capital?"

Zhang Fu nodded, "Although there is Meng Ying in the Dudu's Mansion, your Majesty still has some worries about the guards. If no one suppresses it, he may not be able to sleep well at night."

"Xinghe City..." Fang Xing shook his head and laughed: "My Xinghe Bo has a name, and finally I am no longer Xinghe Fort."

"You want to go?"

Zhang Fu asked.

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "I don't want to go, unless your majesty is in good health."

Zhang Fu looked down and said: "The Ministry of War is mobilizing troops, with Jin Zhong here, who would dare to be a rebellious courtier?"

"But Jin Zhong's body is no longer good. If it weren't for his Majesty to survive this period of time, he would have gone home long ago... waited."

The word dying was too difficult for Fang Xing to say.

The two were relatively speechless, only felt that a black cloud was pressing over the capital, and they didn't know when they would land.

"Your Majesty is very confident, but you know, people always have confidence in themselves..."

Fang Xing didn't use his hands, and when he moved his crossed legs, he got up.

"I have to go to Jubaoshanwei and see those brothers."

"Go ahead."

Zhang Fu watched Fang Xing go out lonely, don't let the cold wind blow in, he looked at the book in his hand, he only felt that time was constantly flowing in the book...

"Come on, get your horse!"

...

In the barracks, when Fang woke up, the camp was having lunch.

The remnants of cooking smoke are faintly rising above the campsite, and it seems that most of the weather is about to snow.

Fang Xing's arrival was considered an accident, and he went all the way, and he, Lin Qun'an, Wang He, and several thousand officials found a place to eat.

"Uncle, my brothers are a little lazy and can't help it!"

Lin Qun'an complained: "The officials also want to suppress, but somehow they can't get enough energy. The drill looks good, but we all know that it's just empty air and worrying!"

Fang Xing took a slice of pork belly into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, cursing, "Mad! The cook didn't even clean the hair."

A group of people gathered around an iron stove and ate the same dish—a big pot of fried pork with cabbage.

"Uncle, the next official sees that this is the first emperor who has gone. Everyone feels that there will be no running around in the future."

Fang Xing nodded appreciatively to Zhang Fengdu, and said, "That's right, the first emperor is gone, even I can't lift my energy, but..."

"My lord, is meat charming?"

Several thousands of household officials looked at Fang Xing with piercing eyes. They used to fight for the meat, but now even Wang He, the most cunning eater, has stopped chopsticks.

Fang Xing nodded, "The meat is charming and ambitious. They are expanding and strengthening, and the Harits become tonic. They are wildly looking, and the Taisi people in the west are probably more willing to see the meat charming and the big fire fighting, so they can Reap the benefits..."

"Uncle, the mission of the Meaty Country should be still on the way, or let's intercept it and kill them all."

Sun Huanshan sniffed, and then said: "Anyway, it's all enemies. Let's kill it. I'm afraid it will be a long time until the meat fan country learns the news. Then we will say we don't know the end."

"soldier of fortune!"

Fang Xing picked up a thin slice, and then took a bite of rice mixed with cabbage.

Sun Huanshan smiled happily, Gu Pan Zixiong said: "Let's pretend to be horse bandits and give them a night attack. Who knows? If you ask, say Harleh's rebellious soldiers are everywhere."

After eating, Fang Xing summoned people to talk.

The school field was full of people, and the five large squares looked neatly ~www.readwn.com~ even the artillery's posture couldn't fault it.

"No murderous aura! Are you useless?"

Fang Xing frowned and looked at these subordinates, and said: "You have fought in the north and south, invincible, but you are now decadent."

Quietly on the school ground, Fang Xing was a little disappointed. He even hoped that someone would come out to refute it, that would prove that his subordinates were bloody.

"Take it off!"

These are veterans, and it is very difficult to inspire their fighting spirit without fighting.

Fang Xing gave an order and took the lead to excuse him.

The soldiers below hesitated for a moment, and then undressed silently.

The thousands of officials behind Fang Xing were also taking off. The weather was very cold, and Wang He shuddered when they saw that they only took off a pair of shorts, "We don't need to take it off, right?"

But Fang Xing's eyes came, Wang He mumbled undressing, and a white and tender body appeared in everyone's eyes.

"start running!"

Fang Xing was the first to run, and the five large arrays behind followed silently.

cold!

Fang Xing only felt that his skin was being pierced with a steel needle.

If you don't want to be cold, you can't stop.

The mist breathed by more than 5,000 people was magnificent, and their heavy footsteps hit the ground.

Just running like this, I don't know how many laps, Fang Xing is no longer cold, but hot.

The intensity of his training at home was not as strong as these soldiers, so his breathing became more and more rapid and his feet heavier and heavier.

Wang He followed closely behind him, also a little dysfunctional.

He wants to give up, but he knows the rules of the army, unless you get down, it is cowardice to quit.

And a cowardly supervising army naturally couldn't convince the crowd, so Wang He clenched his teeth and persisted.

When the lungs were as uncomfortable as fire, and when breathing was like pulling a bellows, Wang He was desperate, and he couldn't run...