Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The sun outside made people sweat, and the men who had been standing outside couldn't help but hesitate.

A man said dryly, "Forget it, Young Master must be taking a nap, I'll go drink some water."

The other immediately said as if it were amnesty: "Yes, I am afraid that it will affect the dormancy of his old man if I wait outside, so I will come later."

The little novice monk fell asleep, took a look at the house, and said, "I wanted to give you some heat-relieving soup, huh!"

"...Your Majesty’s three sons, he is ranked second, with a respected elder brother and a favored younger brother. This baby was a little stubborn and refused to accept defeat when he was young. When your Majesty was dormant in Beiping, he had several times. Hit him hard, but the baby didn't cry..."

"He wants to attract the attention of your majesty and his mother, right?"

Fang Xing listened to Zhu Gaoxu's affairs, and felt that this product was a little lacking in love when he was a child, and when he grew up, he desperately wanted to prove that he was worthy of his parents.

But the method is wrong!

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "If King Han goes on like this, I'm afraid the prognosis will be poor."

"Hey!"

Yao Guangxiao sighed, "This is exactly what the old man is worried about."

"This baby has some respect for the old man, and some..."

Take you as a spiritual parent!

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Han Wang acted too recklessly. If he can't restrain himself, no one can recover it."

Yao Guangxiao nodded and said: "The old man is getting older, and I haven't seen it for a long time, hey..."

The old monk in front of him had no children and daughters all his life, and his sister didn't pay attention to him, so he came and went naked.

What a character Yao Guangxiao is. Seeing the pity in Fang Xing's eyes, he smiled and said: "The old man does not call himself a monk, he is not a Confucianist, the five elements do not enter, and the ten thousand worlds do not accept him, but somehow he still has an adopted son."

what! Fang Xing was startled, and then nodded: "Young teachers come and go freely, there should be a lot of strokes in the history books!"

Yao Guangxiao laughed, messed up the chessboard, and said, "If you can help Gao Xu get rid of this calamity, you will be blessed."

"What report? Ah..."

At this time, Zhu Gaoxu was awakened by Yao Guangxiao's laughter. He wiped off the saliva from the corner of his mouth, asked innocently, and finally ended with a yawn.

Fang Xing smiled slightly, got up, and bowed and said, "This is a long way to go, young teacher should enjoy the color of Daming."

Yao Guangxiao nodded and said: "The old man has also disturbed the situation, and the sin is serious!"

After slowly getting up, Yao Guangxiao looked at the little novice monk outside the door, his eyes softened.

Fang Xing nodded and greeted Zhu Gaoxu to leave after saluting.

Zhu Gaoxu was a little confused, and didn't wake up until after Fangjiazhuang, and asked while dismounting, "Fang Xing, who has won between you and the young teacher?"

Fang Xing patted the big white horse on the back and watched it run to the stable. Then he said: "There is no winner or loser in the big game. Chess pieces are like soldiers and chess players are like kings. When the winner is determined on the chessboard , The originally peaceful chessboard has also become a battlefield, how bad is the chessboard!"

Zhu Gaoxu said in a puzzled way: "You always say something inexplicable, no matter what, please quickly prepare wine and food for me."

Of course there are good wines and good food, but I still talked to Zhu Gaoxi when he woke up before the meal.

"Although the position of His Royal Highness the prince seems to be precarious, in my opinion, it is as stable as Mount Tai. Does the prince think so?"

In the study, Fang Xing handed Zhu Gaoxu a glass of frozen juice, and then slowly began to analyze the situation.

"The prince acted boldly, but he didn't have the heart. But at this time, Daming has been living for a long time, the people are safe, and the officials are still diligent. Who is willing to be involved in the war again?"

Zhu Gaoxu held the cup, feeling the coldness, and said in a dull tone: "I know what you said, and I also know that those who flatter me have their own minds, but I..."

Fang Xing saw that Zhu Gaoxu was not furious, and he had some insights in his heart. He smiled and said, "Wang Ye feels lonely?"

These words pointed directly at Zhu Gaoxu's heart, making him open his mouth but couldn't refute it. It took a long time before he slumped: "This king...I..."

This is a guy with a big boy temper!

Fang Xing shook his head and smiled: "Why don't the prince find something you like?"

Fang Xing said just now that he is bold, but the truth is: lack of heart and eyes.

Seeing that Zhu Gaoxu was a little confused, Fang Xing got up and said: "The prince goes home and thinks about it slowly. Let's go eat first."

This evening was eaten by Fang Xing and Zhu Gaoxu alone. During the dinner, Zhu Gaoxu's mood was not high, and Fang Xing didn't care about it.

People like Zhu Gaoxu are useless if you say too much, and you have to figure it out by yourself, otherwise sooner or later they will end up repeating the same mistakes.

After Zhu Gaoxu left, Xin Laoqi, who had been hiding behind the door, came out.

"Master, the king of Han and the prince Taisun are not in harmony, we shouldn't interfere."

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "At present, someone has been urging Han Wang from behind. In the long run, Han Wang will inevitably lose his balance. Then he will have to be my opponent!"

Old Xin Xin asked in confusion: "Master, isn't there still your Majesty there?"

Fang Xing answered the question: "The King of Han can't get over the big waves, but he is kind to me. It's better to be a friend than an enemy!"

...

The harvested fields were empty, with only scattered stacks of straw standing in between.

"Don't move our fish!"

Fang Xing is trying to weave animals out of straw, but unfortunately after a long time, they are all four different things. He threw away the straw and saw that the girl was guarding Wanwan fiercely, not allowing the boys to **** the little fish they had just caught.

Several boys looked at the big girl angrily, remembering Xin Laoqi's powerful force value, so they had to find another ditch to catch fish.

The big girl triumphed, she proudly showed Wanwan how powerful her dad was, so that Wanwan's eyes were full of little stars, and she was a mess of envy.

"Brother Dehua is in good spirits."

When I was disturbed when I was watching with gusto, Fang Xing said uncomfortably, "You have managed everything in the past few days!"

Zhu Zhanji came over, sat casually on the edge of the straw, and saw Wanwan fishing for fish with a dustpan with the girl, and smiled: "The King of Pingyang has been meeting guests in the city recently. It's very lively!"

Fang Xing remembered Zhu Jiyi's behavior in the painting boat, and wondered: "What does this guy want to do? He is not a direct descendant of your grandfather. What's the use of tossing so powerfully? Could your grandfather be right? Does he look at him differently? Or will he simply abolish your father and you and let him be a concubine from the imperial palace?"

"Cough cough cough!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard Fang Xing's words ~www.readwn.com~, he knew that he didn't want to see Zhu Jiyi. But I didn't wait to see that Zhu Jixi wanted to win the throne. This topic was still too popular for him to answer.

The topic has improved. Zhu Zhanji said: "In the past few days, Uncle Han has become diligent. I go to find those veterans to learn from each other every day. It is said that I want to compile a book of art of war."

Fang Xing heard this and said with great relief: "This is a good thing!"

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "It's a good thing, but now all the famous players are in the north, and the only thing left is the British public."

"Uh...no!"

Thinking of the scene in which Zhang Fu was entangled by Zhu Gaoxu, Fang Xing felt a bit contrary.

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