Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 "It's the young master!"

　　 Xiaobai was weeping, but a cry in the wind and rain made her stand up.

　　 "Bang Dang!"

　　 The short knife fell to the ground, Xiao Bai listened carefully.

　　 "Moo!"

　　 is the cow, the old cow pulling the cart!

　　 Xiaobai cried with joy and rushed into the heavy rain.

　　 "It's the young master, I won't get it wrong again, it must be the young master back!"

　　 When Zhang Shuhui moved her hand, her writing was messed up. She simply crumpled the half-written paper into a ball, and was about to write again, but there was a familiar sound of footsteps in her ears.

　　 "Master, you can count as coming back, if you don't come back, I...uuuuu!"

　　 Zhang Shuhui slowly got up, supported the table with her hands, and tears flowed down.

　　 Fang Xing swept in with a cool breeze, and saw Zhang Shuhui standing with her back, and then saw the knife on the ground and the scissors on the table.

　　 For an instant, Fang Xing felt that his throat and eyes were dry, and his eyes were a little hot: "Shuhui, I'm back."

　　 Zhang Shuhui turned around with teary eyes and looked at Fang Xing, who was soaked all over, and was about to rush over.

　　 "Master! Is the master back?"

　　 Fang Xing opened his hands, ready to welcome his wife into his arms, but the fire and shouts outside made him angrily stop the hug.

　　 "Master!"

　　 Fang Jay Lun rushed into the yard with a few male servants, but he rushed in without hesitation.

　　 "Uncle Jaylen, I'm fine."

　　 After this crisis, everyone's hearts are getting closer, and Fang Xing also changed his name to uncle.

　　 "The old slave dare not."

　　 Fang Jielun looked at Fang Xing until he found no wounds, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

　　 "Where is the murderer Xin Laoqi? He didn't bring the young master with an umbrella!"

　　 "This **** Xin Laoqi, I..."

Fang Jielun felt that his actions were a bit wrong, so he muttered and wanted to quit, but Fang Xing stopped him and said, "Uncle Jaylen, you bring two bottles of wine over there. Old Qi will give one bottle, and there is another bottle left. You stare at Ma Su and drink, at least get drunk."

　　 Fang Jay Lun left with two bottles of white wine, Xiao Bai rushed into Fang Xing's arms, crying in a mess.

　　 "Well, master, I have the gods to bless you, and you will not invade all evils."

　　 Waiting for Fang Xing to hear that Xiaobai didn't move, and looked down, okay, this girl actually fell asleep like this.

　　 "I will hold her back first, and come back to take a bath."

　　 Fang Xing picked up Xiao Bai and said warmly.

　　 Zhang Shuhui pressed her eyes with her fingertips, and hurriedly asked the maid to boil water.

　　 Xiaobai lives in the wing room on the side. The style of the room looks a little careless, just like her personality.

　　 Covered Xiaobai with a thin quilt and closed the door to the wing. Fang Xing turned around and saw Fang Jaylun with a sorrowful expression.

　　 "Uncle Jaylen, but something?"

　　 The heavy rain poured down, and the two stood under the eaves, feeling the coolness of the autumn day.

　　 Fang Jay Lun wiped his face, not knowing what he wanted to erase.

　　 "Master, the master was involved in the prince's case and was pulled down by Han Wang's slander."

　　 Fang wakes up for a moment, thinking that Fang Hongjian is not that important, right?

　　 The prince Zhu Gaochi has a calm and gentle personality, but his personality is a little soft. Coupled with his fat body and foot problems, he has never liked Zhu Di.

　　 There are two forces in the current prince dispute. Most of its Chinese official system supports the current prince Zhu Gaochi, and several times persuaded Zhu Di who wanted to make the prince easier.

　　 Another force, the Xiangui system, mostly followed Zhu Di's rebellion, so they never liked being suppressed by civil officials. Of course, they didn't like the prince who was more like a literati.

　　 Civil officials control the operation of this empire, while Xungui controls the army that still maintains combat effectiveness.

　　 If Zhu Di died at this time, then Daming would inevitably have a tragedy similar to the battle of Jing Nan.

　　 Therefore, Zhu Di, who knows this well, is a bit ambiguous in his attitude towards the prince. He hopes that the prince will be farther away from the civil officials, and he also hopes to be more like his own Zhu Gaoxi...

　　 Fang Xing, who was lying on the bed, didn't feel sleepy. His thoughts were full of thoughts. At the same time, he felt that his stomach was overwhelmed, so he quietly got up and went to the backyard.

　　 After the heavy rain, the air was filled with a muddy smell, which was very fresh.

　　 Fang Xing took out a case of beer and sat under the eaves, drinking bottle by bottle.

　　 "Oh!"

　　 In the hut, Fang Xing vomited tears, and the stench of blood seemed to still surround his nose.

　　 In the early morning, the sun shines on the ground moistened by rain and dew, the earth is steaming, and the white mist is permeated.

　　 Fang Xing went to the city early in the morning, making the two women in the family feel a little confused, so he summoned Fang Jaylun.

　　 Fang Jay Lun said distressedly: "The young master said he was going to see his classmates and bought some western goods by the way."

"Yes?"

　　 Zhang Shuhui didn't believe it, and Fang Jaylun didn't believe it, but Fang Xing left with Xin Laoqi early in the morning, and no one had a chance to intercept it.

　　 Outside the city of Beiping, Fang Xing looked at the towering city wall and said in a sorrowful voice: "Here is the seat of Youyan, and it is also the last line of defense in the north of Ming Dynasty. Your Majesty is really a great talent!"

This is Fang Xing’s truth. If you look at the map of Daming at this time, you will find that Peiping is almost surrounded by aliens on the grassland. Once the nine sides are broken, it will always be the danger of the soldiers encircling the capital. carve.

　　 And this has been confirmed in Fang Xing’s memory. From the Tumu Fortification, the Wasabi soldiers surrounded Beiping and was attacked by Li Zicheng in the late Ming Dynasty. The Chongzhen Coal Mountain died in the country. The descendants of the old Zhu family adhered to the belief of the ancestor Zhu Di.

　　 "The emperor guards the gates of the country, and the emperor dies."

This is a tragic and majestic era. The foreign races on the prairie are always staring at the fat Daming, but Daming is a behemoth after all. Before it rots itself, no one dares to speak lightly. Win.

　　 "Natural disasters? I see more man-made disasters!"

　　 After paying the city gate tax, the bull cart entered Beiping City. When Fang Xing remembered the siege of Waci, the outside of Peiping City had almost become a pasture of foreign races, and he was filled with irritation.

　　What about my children and grandchildren?

　　Although Fang Xing has no children yet, when he thinks of the tragic situation that his children and grandchildren have been hacked and killed by foreigners, he suffocates in his chest.

　　 When he arrived in the city, Fang Xing went to the outskirts of the Forbidden City, which was under construction, to take a look.

The construction site at this time still can’t see the appearance of the future brilliant imperial city, countless servants are busy, Fang Xing has never seen the thick and strong wood being dragged out of the deep mountain and old forest by a heel, and transported here. Build a palace.

　　 "Teacher, these people are spent here, it's useless to the country!"

　　Ma Su felt that this project was a waste of national power and was just for the emperor’s personal enjoyment and face. It was not worth it.

　　 Fang Xing smiled: "Ma Su, don't learn from those rotten scholars, your majesty is planning to set up the capital of Peking, just to face the frontiers of foreigners, so this is a great thing!"

　　 "Secondly, the so-called face, in our Daming, the emperor's face is equivalent to the face of Da Ming, do you want your majesty to receive those tributes in a simple palace?"

　　Ma Su is a little puzzled. The education he received tells himself that the ruler is light and the people are more important.

　　 As long as the people can eat, then it is the great governance and prosperity in the Confucian fantasy.

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