The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

The soldiers sat up cross-legged, one by one.

They took out the dry food and water. Most of the dry food was fried rice or steamed cakes that had been dried, which was extremely difficult to swallow.

However, everyone still swallowed silently, how much they can eat.

Next, there will be a fierce battle, they are ready.

...

On the other side, Fang Jinglong hid his urine after hiding in the roots of the tree, and put his hands on the broken armor to wipe back and forth. He was one of the few in the army who was hygienic.

Sit down, Pharaoh handed him a bamboo tube, Fang Jinglong opened the bamboo tube, took a sip of water, and then spit a spit, spit his teeth.

"It's the same old rules later."

"Understood, if the situation is not good, let me slip first." Lao Wang nodded familiarly.

"Well." Fang Jinglong patted his shoulder and sighed: "Everyone is dead, it's gone, and even dead is white death. So, if there is something wrong with the old man, you must be alive, the way you come It ’s remembered. You also hid the dried food along the way. You returned on the way. The old man was killed in war. If he died in war, he would have compassion. His Majesty would pay tribute to our Fang family. He returned to Guiyang and even returned to the capital. , At the Ministry of Defense, do you remember those words? "

"Remember." Lao Wang pointed to his head and nodded very seriously: "All ancestors remember."

"You talk about it." Fang Jinglong was expressionless.

Pharaoh familiarly said: "Uncle Lord is fighting back, but unfortunately the thieves are getting bigger and bigger. Uncle is besieged and killed a dozen thieves. His body is full of holes. There is a horse around Uncle, Cooper. Lord did not flee on horseback, but he still fought dead, shouting a poem in his mouth, and was eventually hacked to death by a thief. "

"Good!" Fang Jinglong glanced at Lao Wang comfortably: "You read the poem, I am afraid you will forget it."

The Lao Wang subconsciously said: "Loyalty goes through the day, and it has been by Cang Hao ..."

"To change it, the last time Xinbo, who died in Datong battle, read this sentence." Fang Jinglong shook his head.

The old king did not do it, and he solemnly spoke.

"Yeah, Uncle, generations of the old family have asked to use this one for a new one. I am afraid I will not remember it."

Fang Jinglong rolled his eyes at him, and thought about it the next moment, then said: "The last time I heard Ji Fan read a sentence, it was more innovative. I was a big and old poetry, and I didn't understand it. The ancestors copied this sentence. It has been handed down from generation to generation, and I am afraid that I will die in the future. I report to the court, and I do n’t seem to be heroic enough. The most serious problems of the dog officers in the old man and the military department are Wen Cree. When they die, they do n’t read a poem. When touched, the level of compassion and chase will not be lifted by then. What did Ji Fan read last time ... Oh, *, how to avoid it because of the blessings. You remember, even if this time it was a fluke In the future, your son and your grandson will also use it. If it is passed down from generation to generation, this poem is new, and I want to come to others who have not used it. "

The old Wang busy repeatedly read the poem several times, but barely remembered it, but sighed: "Uncle, you are all counts, and also pointing to the matter of fighting the dead?"

Fang Jinglong pulled his face down and said: "What do you know, as a general, you have to get a big credit, or you die, the former is a credit, and the latter is a credit, don't you want to be a deserter because of this Eun Yin descendant? Our ancestral family has n’t had a gangster, except your grandfather, who is my father, but my father is to save people and carry the old brothers back from the earthen castle. This is for the sake of righteousness and not shameful. "

At this point, he sighed and sighed again.

"If I fled, or became a defeated general, this is a shame. This shame will be added to Jifan. Even if His Majesty is generous, he is not to blame, but Jifan will not be able to lift his head. He is sensible now, and he is getting better and better. I am a dad, looking happy ... "

Fang Jinglong said that tears burst into the corners of his eyes, and crystal tears flowed down his cheeks, and wiped the tears on his face with his old hands.

"So, I have only two ways to go. Even if I die here, it's good. At least Your Majesty is a generous person now. I am dead, and this grace is added to Jifan. If Jifan will not know in the future, What basket is stabbed, your majesty will also read in the Fang family generation, and I have a life here with Fang Jinglong, will be particularly kind. "

The old king nodded silently, agreeing very much. The next moment he sighed: "Nanhe Bofu is not unreasonable because of his country's grace."

Fang Jinglong smiled, with tears in his smile: "Actually, I really hope to survive, can watch Ji Fan marry his wife and have children, hug his grandson, if I can't see it, you have to help me see Then, when you go to the grave, remember to report! "

Lao Wang focused on his head, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Fine!" Fang Jinglong suddenly appeared, and the rotten armor on his body rattled, and he drew out his knife and said with excitement.

"Assembly, all the damsel's follow me, Fang Jinglong, they are all optimistic, I am at the forefront, I am the Guizhou commander, rushing at the forefront, if you stagger, you will kill the official behind you. But if you Hesitantly, then, the back team will cut the front team, now we are out of food, to the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, or everyone will follow us Fang Jinglong to eat fragrant and spicy, or die here! "

After a series of orders, the mountain camp went up and down, and assembled in an instant, carrying all the knives like a tiger and wolf.

It's day.

The Shijian Village was attacked, and the Ming Army descended from the sky, rushing into the village like an hungry tiger flapping sheep in the evening.

A group of ragged officers and soldiers, crazy like a knife to kill and destroy.

The natives in the village couldn't think of it anyway. Here, there will be a Ming Army. When they wake up, they have no time to pick up their weapons. These green-eyed jackals have arrived in front of them, and they have broken their stomachs. .

A twisted face, no mercy.

After only two incense sticks, Fang Jinglong was covered in blood in a hanging foot building, taking a heavy step and stepping onto the wooden ladder.

On the second floor, a woman sat cross-legged, and several officers pointed to her body with a spear.

Fang Jinglong stood still, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at her.

One of the officers reported.

"The commander-in-chief is this woman. She has the most guards here. It is expected to be the leader of this village."

Fang Jinglong suddenly ecstatic.

The woman ... the woman as the leader, then ... who the woman is, the result is self-evident.

He was shocked.

The words in his son's letter were finally confirmed.

This guy, Ji Fan, is really like a god, planning and winning thousands of miles, want to come ... that's it.

Fang Jinglong was very excited, and said to the officers around him: "Take a picture."

For any Chin prisoners, the imperial court would do everything possible to draw pictures and figures, and draw out the appearance of Chin prisoners. In the rebellious army, such portraits are everywhere.

So Pharaoh did not hesitate to take out a pack of oil paper from his arms and opened them layer by layer. Eventually, a portrait shook out.

Fang Jinglong took a closer look and began to feel guilty.

The man in the portrait is obviously an old lady, with triangular eyes, collapsed nose, buck teeth, and eyebrows like a door **** ...

Looking at the woman sitting cross-legged, it is still pretty, and is a young woman with excellent maintenance.

This……

He blinked, thinking in his head.

Is it ... wrong?

"It's me!" The woman looked at Fang Jinglong calmly, calmly speaking: "You don't have to confirm it anymore, I ... have lost."

call……

Fang Jinglong breathed a sigh of relief.

He shouted sharply: "Tie it up, this is the right and wrong place, the soldiers repaired in the village all night, slaughtered the cattle and sheep in this village, eat and drink, bring some dry food, and start tomorrow!"

He talked about the knife back into the sheath, feeling a little excited, Pan Huan's two-year rebellion in the court of the Ming Dynasty, this manchu dynasty minister, all the abominable imprisoners who wanted to smash corpses, finally won, Guizhou ... very much Will settle down soon.

He said to the old king beside him.

"Send someone, go to Guiyang, reward! Tell everyone, we Fang Jinglong speaks and counts, your children, in the future, there will be nai to drink!"

It seems ... afraid that the promise I made was too big to be fulfilled and fell into an awkward situation: "Listen, goat's milk!"

……………………

Mr. Wang cried.

It was during class in the school that this eccentric gentleman came in the evening and began to explain to the students what the Analects were and why Kong Shengren made the Analects. As a result, he said, his eyes were red, and then he burst into tears.

The schoolchildren were afraid to come out and listened to the class obediently. They suddenly became confused and laughed. Some people left the books in the air and some jumped onto the desk.

"Mr. cry, it must be Xu Jie's blame."

"Nonsense, you were killed by Zhang Xiaohu because he ugly cried."

Wang Shouren's heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe. When Tang Yin arrived, he squashed these schoolchildren and helped Wang Shouren out of Minglun Hall. He listened to Wang Shouren and said: "Guru ... Guru ... The student finally understood, and the student finally understood the goodness of the teacher Work hard, teacher ... great talent ... "

Tang Yin's eyes are falling off, what? The teacher gave the younger brother a small stove?

Finally, Wang Shouren was appeased ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Fang Jifan hurried after hearing the news.

Will Wang Shouren cry?

Ten thousand of him did not believe it, but this is a saint, a martial arts man with strong martial arts, and unique cultural relics.

But Fang Jifan looked at the red-eyed Wang Shouren before he realized that the facts were before him.

After seeing Fang Jifan coming, Wang Shouren got up quickly, and Chao Fang Jifan solemnly said: "The students meet the teacher."

"What happened?" Fang Jifan carried his hands on his back. Although he was concerned, he still carried his hands on his back, his chin slightly tilted, and maintained a certain elevation angle.

"Teacher teaching ... the students finally understand it, the teacher is great, the kindness of teaching, the students are grateful."

"..."

What? Fang Jifan continued to be ashamed, his eyes flicked at the inexplicable meaning, did Master Ben teach you anything recently?

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