Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Zhang Shuhui woke up in a daze, but found that she was already lying on the bed at home. Anxious in her heart, she got up and wanted to find someone, but saw the worry-free on the small bed beside her.

Wuyou has woke up, staring at the void with big eyes blankly.

"Worry-free..."

When the child was there, Zhang Shuhui's heart relaxed, and she lay on the side of the bed, teasing worry-free.

"Where is your husband?"

Zhang Shuhui asked casually, Muhua was watching the spring rain outside the door, and when she heard the words, she turned around and said: "Madam, the master went outside and said that there is something to do. Dinner may not be at home."

Zhang Shuhui yawned and said: "It feels so comfortable, I feel that the whole person is relaxed and comfortable!"

...

"Is the medicine okay?"

Fang Xing was asking Jia Quan.

Jia Quan said: "That is the medicine prepared by the imperial physician in the palace. Sometimes your majesty or concubines can take a little when they are not sleeping well. The effect is good, and it is comfortable after waking up."

Fang awoke, letting go of worry, and a group of people moved forward slowly, and the meeting hall was in front of them.

Walking to the gate, a man stepped out and whispered: "Halachal didn't go out today, so he went around in the yard a few times and waited until it rained and went to sleep until now."

Fang Xing's gaze turned, and when he saw that there was no one around, he knew that the meeting hall had been notified and the venue had been cleared.

"No need to be nervous. Your Majesty has no will. We can't do it. We just want to come and talk to Harachar about the friendship between the two countries."

Jia Quan smiled in his heart, and then went in first.

Outside the courtyard of the Halle State mission, the man knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Da Mingxing and Bo are visiting, please see the messenger."

There was a rush of footsteps inside the door, and as he drifted away, Fang Xing smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect Fang to have some fame. It's gratifying!"

At this time, singing came from a distance, vaguely...

"...A lovesickness is like idiot, looking at the river every day..."

Fang Xing turned his ears slightly. In the drizzle, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside, and then the door opened suddenly, and a sharp murderous intent rushed...

The knife light cut off the drizzle, Xin Laoqi roared, and the long knife chopped it down.

"clang!"

"laugh!"

Fang Xing glanced at the man lying in front of him, raised his head, looked at Harachar who hurried out and said, "Does the messenger want to ambush Ben Bo?"

The rain drenched the man who was still struggling on the ground, and blood was sprayed from his neck in large bursts. He panted, looking at Fang Xing with hatred, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

The candle in the wind, blow, and die!

"Uncle, this man is crazy! I was trying to find a doctor, but was blocked by the rain. I didn't expect him to be so crazy, hey! Fortunately, he is lowly capable, otherwise..."

As he said, Harachar kicked the guy whose body was still trembling slightly, and cursed: "A brutal character, he went to commit suicide when he was crazy, and he dared to go crazy in the yard, and he would die!"

Fang Xing entered the yard, Jia Quan shouted: "The idlers are waiting to retreat."

Halachal turned around and said a few words, and the more than a dozen people went back in grief.

Fang Wu held his tarpaulin umbrella to shelter Fang Xing from the rain, his eyes turned, looking for threats around.

"Uncle please."

Harachar had recovered his calmness, and walked forward first, not worrying about being slashed by Xin Laoqi, who was fierce in his eyes.

When he arrived in the waiting room, Harachar sat on the main seat without hesitation, and then extended his hand to ask Fang to wake up and sit down.

Fang Xing shook his head and stood in the middle with his hands in the middle. Behind him were Xin Laoqi and Jia Quan. They said faintly, "What do you want for this trip?"

Fang Xing did not sit, and Harachar could not sit either. He got up awkwardly, but found that he was completely suppressed by Fang Xing in terms of aura. Friendship of the country!"

"Well, it's a good reason."

Fang Xing was disdainful to go around with these people, and said, "It seems that you are ready. This is very good. After eating so much rice from Daming, it is time to give back one or two."

Harachar said depressed, "Uncle, is there any misunderstanding, right? I wanted to visit the uncle's mansion, but I thought..."

"Farewell!"

Fang Xing nodded slightly before he finished speaking, then turned and went out.

Fang Wu held his umbrella and followed, Xin Laoqi held the hilt of the knife in his hand, stepped back on the spot, his eyes sharp.

Harachar sighed: "Uncle misunderstood!" He said that he followed out, ready to send Fang to wake up.

"This person already has a mortal heart, no need to say more."

Fang Xing whispered, Jia Quan nodded: "Yes, for today's affairs, someone else must run away, but he is sleeping. It can be seen that life and death have already been ignored. It's not easy."

"He is sure that the people in the dark will not be killed. Your Majesty will not attack his oil lamp that attracts moths. Yes, he is courageous and strategic."

The corpse had stopped shaking and was standing in front of the gate. Fang Xing did not change his direction, and calmly stepped over the corpse.

When he walked to the door, Fang Xing turned around, saw Harachar chasing after him, and sighed: "You are a warrior, the two countries are fighting, and each is the master, so I don't blame you, but after this, you don't want to be I caught the line you contacted, otherwise Dongchang and Jinyiwei will be scrambling to try the latest penalty..."

Halachal said as usual: "I respect the Da Ming Law."

Fang Xingshixiao nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and turned around.

"...Outside the door, the newcomer laughed, and in the door, the old man cried. As soon as Tan Lang passed through the years, he looked back and was overwhelmed..."

"Well, it's hard to collect water, it's expensive and you can do it yourself."

Fang Xing's footsteps slowed down and then speeded up.

Harachar didn't open his umbrella, he watched Fang Xing get on his horse surrounded by others, and then disappeared into the thicker spring rain, he couldn't help sighing.

The singing voice in the distance suddenly became stern: "I haven't stopped serving the uncle, Tan Lang is cruel and heartbroken..."

Harachar is proficient in Da Ming dialect, and can't help smiling when he hears these lyrics.

"Like lingering and tactful, that's a slave. The winner always sings cheerful songs..."

"Come on, follow Fang Xing from a distance to see where they are."

Following Harachar's orders, a man disappeared into the rain, but then returned.

"My lord, Mingren doesn't allow us to go out now."

"interesting!"

Harachar's eyelids twitched, and then turned back.

...

On Long Street, when Fang Xing walked outside a bookstore, Sun Xiang came.

"Uncle Xinghe, our family has been waiting for a long time."

Sun Xiang ****, against Fang Xing's laziness and enjoyment.

Outside was a black brocade robe, and the Buddha beads on his right hand moved slowly, so Sun Xiang looked amiable. But the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, appearing in a triangle shape, which made people startling.

Fang Xing looked at the twenty-odd fans behind him, nodded and said, "Yes, Daming has never been beaten without fighting back, Grandpa Sun, do it."

Sun Xiang approvingly said: "Daming has never been beaten without fighting back. Our family likes this sentence..."

With the smile still on his face, Sun Xiang waved his hand, and immediately those fans rushed into the bookstore, and the horse inside shouted in exclamation.

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