Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Yan Dajian was holding his nose, and the small official next to him was holding a towel in his hand.

The blood kept dripping, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Yan Dajiancai and Fang woke up for a trip to Shandong, which was half a comrade-in-arms friendship.

Meng Ying and Fang Xing's relationship is not too close, and they are a bit strange.

Fang Xing's nose twitched and said, "I haven't been in battle for a long time, and I am irritable. When I smell the blood, I want to draw a knife and stab someone, so let's block it first."

Yan Dajian took the towel to cover his nostrils, and then someone got another wet towel to cover the back of his neck.

The doctor came in. He first checked Yan Dajian's nose bridge, and then said relaxedly: "The bones are not broken, little things."

Yan Dajian sat there with a blank face to treat his wounds.

Hu Su wakes up with Fang, and he asks Meng Ying, "Baodinghou, but what kind of hatred is there?"

This is a counterattack.

Fang Xing said that he was irritable, just to excuse Meng Ying.

The results of the doctor's examination were also frustrating, and there was no excuse for a fierce attack.

Meng Ying said with a straight face: "Talking endlessly, procrastinating."

Hu Yi asked in surprise: "Is this the reason for doing this?"

"certainly!"

Fang Xing did not hesitate to stand in line, "In the army, these people have already been dealt with by the military law. If it is a war, they may get a knife and pass to the first army."

Hu Yi was stunned, but knew that Fang Xing would not speak falsely.

He glanced at Yan Dajian and complained secretly in his heart.

You say that you are dragging it. Waiting for those ‘experts’ to slowly search through the old paper. Anyway, there is no good time recently. Just put the decision right in the hands of the Ministry of Rites, and everything else will be all you need.

He knew that Yan Dajian provoked Meng Ying, but Yan Dajian used his knowledge to attack Meng Ying. It seemed to him and the civil servants to do a good job. Who would stop it?

But you are still provocative today, which is too...that stunned, right?

Yan Dajian's nose was blocked, he didn't argue, just bowed, and stood on the side.

This is to have eyesight, and not to trouble Shangguan.

Fang Xing felt a bit disgusting with these official methods. He wanted to sit down. Seeing that the chair was full of nosebleeds from Yan Dajian, he pointed to the chair.

A small official came in to change the chair. Taking this opportunity, Hu Ye asked Fang to wake up and talk.

Hu Yi was a little mysterious in everyone's eyes. From the time when the Emperor Wen saw the dragon to the end, he later settled down in the Ritual Department, but he didn't see the grandeur.

If such a person is unpredictable, no one dares to provoke him.

But there is no mystery in Fang Xing's eyes. If there is, Emperor Wen will chop Hu Sui with a single knife, so as not to cause trouble for his descendants.

Seeing Fang Xing calmly, Hu Yi said: "This matter is big and big, and small is also small, Xing He Bo... you know that this matter can only be in the Ministry of Rites."

Fang Xing asked, "Who gave you these ideas? No, who is encouraging you?"

Hu Yi said without hesitation: "Each department has...Xing He Bo..."

Fang Xing raised his head to look at him. Hu Yan considered it and said: "From the beginning of martial arts, civil and martial arts began to oppose each other, and to the Martyrs' Shrine, the civil servants gave way. But... you can't always give in. There is no such reason in the world, so The ceremony must be drawn up by the Ministry of Rites, and Hu promises not to belittle..."

He woke up with some worries.

Meng Ying is not enough, and few Wuxun are willing to come forward.

But if Fang Xing goes crazy, the Wuxuns will have a leader, and then they will be entangled with the Ministry of Rites with full firepower, and if they fail, they will stage a full-fledged martial arts.

Fang Xing frowned slightly, as if something difficult had happened.

"The etiquette does not need to be complicated and cumbersome, it will only make people drowsy."

Hu Ye disagrees: "Xing He Bo, the gift is great..."

"Can't cook in a pot?"

Fang Xing said blankly, "Then two pots!"

"Xing He Bo..."

Hu Su and Fang Xing had a few intersections, but they didn't know each other deeply.

At this moment Fang Xing turned his face, and Hu Wei couldn't help but said helplessly: "This can't be arrogant!"

Fang Xing said disapprovingly: "I'm going to the palace now. Let's go, this matter is a matter of warriors. Ask a few Wuxuns to enter the palace. Fang will make a suggestion, and if you agree, it will be done. If you disagree, it will be ignored."

...

The Ministry of Etiquette originally wanted to delay it for a month or so, so by the way, I found auspicious time. But Fang woke up and gathered Zhang Fu and others into the palace, but it took half an hour to finalize the etiquette of the Martyrs' Shrine.

The news that Yan Dajian was beaten up by Meng Ying was also spread, and the martial artist's domineering reputation became louder and louder.

"Just a punch?"

An Lun is warming up the fire.

The weather is a bit cold, but it’s warm enough if you wear a cotton robe.

Wearing a cotton robe, he put his hands on the charcoal basin, sucked his nose, and sighed, "Baoding Hou is reckless!"

The stall holder who came to report also thought so. He said: "Father, Baoding Marquis has been punished by your majesty Juelu!"

An Lun sighed again, then waved his hand.

After waiting for the stall to go, An Lun went to the row of cabinets, then took out a file, opened it, and made a change in it.

——Baoding Hou and his brother are at odds!

But what was originally written here was: Baoding Hou and his concubine are in harmony!

It was just a sum, but it eliminated a crisis of Meng Ying.

Meng Xian, who had been missing for a long time, still lingered, and the name of conspiracy still hung on his head, and Meng Ying had a hat of'Brother Suspected of Conspiracy' on his head.

An Lun put the file back, sat back on the edge of the charcoal basin, looked at the burning red charcoal, and muttered, "Why didn't you break the bones?"

...

"Master, what are you asking for?"

Back home~www.readwn.com~ Yan Dajian's wife couldn't help being angry when she saw his appearance. After I asked them clearly, I asked someone to cook some nourishing dishes, and I complained about it.

"Some people do things in Chaozhong, so let's talk about the Ministry of Rites. Hu Yan is the old fox. He was sneaking and **** when Emperor Wen was there. I don't know who to look for. I don't know if I have found it. You're faster than you, sir! It's obvious that you are an official! You still have to like the emperor..."

Yan Dajian numbly allowed his wife to take off his clothes and wash his face.

The blood scabs on the face were soaked in warm water, then peeled off one by one, and then scrubbed vigorously.

His wife rubbed for a while, then raised her head and asked, "Husband, does it hurt?"

Yan Dajian's eyes were calm, as if his spirit had been separated from his body.

"Prepare water."

He felt stinky all over and he needed a bath to get rid of the smell.

His wife is very virtuous, a rare virtuous.

The wooden barrel was filled with hot water, and the steam evaporated.

Yan Dajian was soaking in the wooden bucket, and the water vapor gradually blurred his face.

He was smiling, his smiling face looked a little hideous.

He was smiling, smiling very comfortably.

"Good fight! Good fight!"

He patted the water lightly and let out a comfortable groan.

Through the mist, his eyes are piercing, and there is no such thing as a dull day.

"Fight, this punch is the old man's blue sky, and the outside will praise the old man for his mighty and unyielding. Your majesty will think that the old man is interested and not entangled. No matter who is in the eyes, the old man is dedicated to his duty..."

"If you have been beaten, you will complain...that's a fool! What if your Majesty is forced to deal with Meng Ying by then? It's all in vain for a while, and the wise will not do it!"

In the water vapor, the human face is grim, gradually blurred, and the voice gradually blurred...