Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Send scouts to detect the Vara people. Don't just trust Jinyiwei and Dongchang. Although they are doing a good job, they may not be keenly aware of the information we want to obtain, but our people are reliable..."

Meng Ying was a little tired. He took a sip of strong tea and continued to order: "Send someone to Atai to collect news. What Atai is most afraid of now is getting out of love and fighting over, so his news should be the most comprehensive. We ..."

Meng Ying felt that she must have not slept well recently, so she had hallucinations.

"Baodinghou, come with us!"

Meng Ying rubbed her eyes, then said dullly: "Where to go?"

The people here were two Jinyiwei guards, except for the sabers, they didn't bring anything, but when they showed that kind of smiley expression, everyone remembered...

The former Jin Yiwei was powerful! That Ji Gang who was slashed could really belittle the prince at that time.

The people in the lobby couldn't help taking a step back, as if the next moment the Jinyiwei Commander, whose eyes were narrowed, would appear like a poisonous snake.

Meng Ying followed like a puppet. These talents woke up like a dream, and the news spread quickly. The name of Jin Yiwei once again resounded throughout the capital.

"Why is this?"

Fang Xing woke up from a nap and went to see his daughter and daughter-in-law first. Now, what he likes most is to poke Wuyou's face, and then bounce back with one poke, and then his little brow frowned, as if impatient.

When he went to the front hall reluctantly, Jia Quan brought him the news.

Jia Quan said in a tangled voice: "It seems that your majesty is furious, saying that he is deceiving you, and..."

Zhu Di was very angry, and almost wanted to send Meng Ying to the West Market immediately, using his blood to dispel the recent bad luck.

"It seems that Jinwu Qianwei's deputy Qianhu incident happened. His Majesty Thunder was furious, and even the prince was scolded on his knees and pleaded guilty."

Uh……

Careerists are indispensable in all dynasties and generations, and careerists who can plant a nail of the level of a thousand households, to be honest, there are really many suspects.

Martial arts are possible, civil servants... I hate the blessings of martial artists, even if they can, they dare not.

As for the royal family, this is hard to say.

The father and son Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di were too overbearing, causing the clan mansion that managed the royal staff to become a display, and there was almost no movement.

When Jia Quan saw Fang Xing's look like a smile, he said, "Uncle, the lower officials also doubt King Zhao!"

Zhu Gaosui, this viper!

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful to make trouble for Taisun."

Fang Xing got up and said, "Thank you for the news. Your Majesty has been very angry recently. This has not even taken me away. Fortunately, I am still in the ban, so I can continue to be at ease. You go back and tell Taisun that you will take care of less recently and accompany me. Stay with your Majesty, go home...no more, let him wait for the child to come out."

Zhu Di's suspicion already existed, and it became more serious after a serious illness. At this time, when he broke out of these things during his illness, it is estimated that he only wanted to kill at this moment.

"It's almost enough for him. Wanwan will go to accompany your majesty, granddaughter, the old man always looks in love, and grandson is annoying!"

Jia fully understands that he will leave. The old man is not annoyed when he sees his grandson, but the emperor is annoyed when he sees his grandson.

The grandson is so old and so good, is Lao Tzu going to die? !

Before leaving, Jia Quan said enviously: "Uncle, those who sell glass can get rich, and they are more extravagant than those who sell canned food!"

Fang Xing was startled, and cursed: "You are so uneasy, you have a lot of money!"

Jia Quan scratched his head and said, "What did your Highness say... Zhumen's wine and meat are stinky, and there are frozen bones in the road."

Zhumen, the mansion of Peking tycoon Fan Jin didn't dare to use Zhumen, looking ordinary, but as soon as he entered, there were terraces and waterside pavilions, flowers and plants at four o'clock...

"This is luxury!"

boom!

As we walked through the front hall, there was a loud noise.

There is a lake in front of me, with small boats on the water and pavilions by the water.

The water pavilion is very large, and it is connected to three rooms. At this time, the people in it are either standing or sitting, with heads moving.

"Hahahaha! Everyone is here today, the old man is flattered!"

A red-faced old man strode forward, and a group of maids and servants behind him had a hard time following.

"I have seen Master Fan!"

All the scholars in the pavilion bowed to the courtesy, unknowingly thought that Fan Jin was a scholar.

Fan Jin said heartily: "Sit down, sit down, some people will come later, everyone has an appetite, ah!"

Some of those scholars were puzzled by the meaning of keeping an appetite, and those who were good at it were already snickering.

"Fan Gong cares, I'm waiting for trouble!"

A young man in a royal blue robe came out to thank him, and the scholars followed him, making it extremely noisy for a while.

"Fang Gong! It's been a long time."

At this time, a young man brought a group of middle-aged men over to see how they were dressed, they were probably wealthy.

Fan Jin's eyes lit up and he greeted him and said, "Treasurer Fang, why is it too late!"

"Hahahaha! Fan Gong, today I have brought some people to join in the fun."

The person here was Fang Qiyuan. At this time, he was no longer the pitiful kneeling in front of Fang Xing at Fang's house, looking radiant.

Fan Jin looked at Qian Donglai and the others behind him, squinting his eyes and said, "Today the merchants from the North and the South gather in Beiping. The ones from the north are here, and the ones from the south?"

"Fang Gong! I'm waiting here, but it's not in your eyes!"

If the glass merchants headed by Fang Qiyuan are the Northern Gang, then the group of businessmen represented by Xu Qing is the Southern Gang.

Fan Jin rubbed his eyes, his face was suddenly enlightened, and he patted his forehead and said, "Look at me, I am old, and my eyes are not working well. I'm sorry, the shopkeeper Xu."

Xu Qing arched his hand and said to Fang Qiyuan, "Treasurer Fang, your days are very good! The Zhejiang/Jiangjiang generation is your glass and mirror."

Fang Qiyuan arched his hands and said: "You are not just canned food, but southern specialty products are flooding in the north. Shopkeeper Xu, you have a lot of shops in the big market! How many are you willing to transfer?"

Xu Qing smiled and said: "Xu wants to let him go, but he has to ask Xing He Bo, can the shopkeeper Fang can afford it?"

Hearing this title, the readers in the water hall are of all kinds, some are angry, some are thoughtful, some are dismissive...

Fan Jin froze for a short time, then burst into a hearty laugh, and said, "That's it, come on, everyone please."

Fang Qiyuan waved, and the group of Yingying and Yanyan who had been waiting at the back came over with a smile.

Then he provocatively said to Xu Qing: "Shopkeeper Xu, what did the group of men and women you brought to do?"

Xu Qing pointed to the group of men, women, and children behind him and said: "Southern Opera has a long history. Not many people in the north have heard of it. This is Zhou Qingnian."

Behind Xu Qing came out a man of about 30 years old, he said gently: "Zhou has met all the great talents. Hearing about today's grand event, Zhou happened to invite a Wen/zhou troupe to come here and let them show their ugliness. Please don't laugh."

Immediately, the group of women entered several waterside pavilions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Suddenly those scholars were reserved, and some began to sneak in close, making it very lively for a while.

Zhou Qingnian pointed to the shore, and the troupe immediately began to put on costumes.

After entering, they occupied two tables.

Fan Jin squinted at the two groups of people and asked, "What do you say today?"

Fang Qiyuan said boldly: "Whatever!"

"Good! Outstanding!"

Fan Jin gently stroked his palm to applaud, and then looked at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing smiled and said: "Today's North and South Merchants' Festival is here, with the topic of helping students. Xu and others are not far behind. Fan Gong has a topic!"

The readers' eyes flickered, and they became indifferent to the women around them, and their attention was focused on Fan Jin's side.

Fan Jin smiled and pointed to the waterside pavilions on the left and right, and said, "Today's literary meeting, I'll see who can get the first place, how about?"