Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

When Fang Xing rushed to the street of Jin Zhong's house, it was white.

Fang Xing dismounted and walked to the door of Jin's house, took a deep breath while looking at the rudimentary mourning hall inside, and then pulled out.

The steward was outside the mourning hall, and Fang Xing was the first person to offer sacrifices to Jin Zhong.

"Uncle..."

The old butler crouched and said, "Master said before he left... Your Highness."

"His Royal Highness must be all right."

Fang Xing said solemnly.

The butler didn't invite him in, but said embarrassingly: "Uncle, my young master is still... still immature, the master is gone, you have also seen it, the door is left in the cold, the old slave has nothing to do!"

At a young age, I have to worry about relatives coming to search, and even more worry about being bullied. In addition, Jinda will have to study, marry a wife... to be an official, all of which need the help of elders.

At this time, Xin Laoqi came in outside the door, and he walked over and said, "Master, hold Wei Lili."

"went well?"

"It's okay. I thought he would resist. Who knew that the black thorns drew the knife, he knelt on the ground and cried out that Yuan Xi had killed him, and then the black thorns took him to find Yuan Xi."

Fang Xing nodded, and then entered the mourning hall.

There were a few women in the mourning hall. They were bluffed when they saw him come in, so they hung their heads and hid on the side.

Yuan Da knelt on the edge of the coffin, and when Fang woke up, he kowtows, tears falling down, making the choking sound uncomfortable.

Fang Xing walked over and leaned over to look at Jin Zhong, who was lying in the coffin, with a pale and thin face.

"You came……"

Jin Zhong's words in front of Chengtian Gate sounded in Fang Xing's ear, and the relief in his eyes was still vivid.

"I'm here, you... Don't worry, I will take care of what's behind you, and I will take care of the future of Jinda. I hope you can rest in peace... Your Highness, I have arrangements, there will be no accidents, everyone will remember You...no one is better than you..."

Fang Xing looked at Jinda, who was still sobbing, and said, "Be relieved, you can go to the academy after the old man's funeral is done. No one will dare to bully you in the future, good, good..."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

When Jinda was still in trouble, the housekeeper knelt in ecstasy and thanked him.

Anyone who is older will know one truth: people take the tea to cool!

Jin Zhong went, even if the royal family gave a beautiful posthumous post, it was only warm for a while. Jinda is young, and no one will help in the future.

Fang Xing nodded and said, "There is a bit of chaos in the palace at the moment. Later, the empress will definitely send someone. This is a big head. Then those people will come to worship and prepare for the manpower."

Fang Xing did not say to send someone to help, but the butler was grateful, knowing that this was saving face for the Jin family.

If the Jin family handles the funeral with its own strength, Jinda's reputation will rise to a higher level. In the future, regardless of whether it is an official career or whatever, reputation will be a stepping stone, which can take a lot of advantage.

"This is for the dead to show to the living!"

Fang Xing stood outside the gate of Jin's house, looking at the dazzling lights outside, feeling the quiet capital of the city, feeling like a lifetime away.

Yiqi rushed over and reined in, and the black thorn on the horseback said: "Uncle, I have found the place where Yuan Xi and the others are."

Fang Xing's eyes flashed Limang, and he mounted his horse and said, "Go, go and see those ground mice!"

...

There is a residential building not far from the Gongyuan, which is close to the Gongyuan, which is quite quiet.

In a small courtyard in the middle of this residential building, a light swayed, shining on Yuan Xi's face, looking gloomy.

"Failed, but it's okay. Your Highness has not been involved. As long as we escape this disaster, we can make a comeback in the future."

Lei Du sat opposite him and said faintly, "There is a problem with your plan. I thought about it. Even if Fang can't wake up, those martial arts will not let it go."

Yuan Xi said indifferently: "It depends on the prince's side, where things happen, what about those martial arts?"

"It's good to intercept the prince, but..." Lei Du's eyes lit up and asked, "Could it be that King Xiang..."

Yuan Xi shook his head and said, "Huang Yan said that King Xiang has a false temperament. If he had the opportunity to sit on that throne, he would definitely not refuse."

"He wants to get things done but is timid, understand? We just got a little bad luck and happened to meet Fang Xing and return to Beijing."

People are like this. The first thing after failure is to make excuses for yourself, not for the crime of war.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Yuan Chijin said, "There is no movement in the city. Most of the green skins have been held."

Yuan Xi didn't care, frowning and said: "Close the door, and... as soon as there is movement, immediately hide underneath."

Yuan closed the door with his backhand. At this moment Lei Du got up, listened to the movement outside, and muttered, "What sound?"

Yuan Xi immediately got up and was about to run inside. As soon as he ran a step, the door of the room seemed to be hit by a boulder...

"Boom!"

The door was kicked from the outside and bounced back after hitting the wall, but was supported by a hand.

"The door is well made, but do you know where it was made?"

It was Xin Laoqi who was holding the door. Fang Xing walked in slowly, his eyes swept across the three people in the room, and he nodded slightly: "Yes, Zhu Jiyi's three ground mice are here, who is Yuan Xi?"

Yuan Xi wanted to run, but he knew that since Fang Xing appeared here, it meant that the small courtyard had been surrounded.

"Under Yuan Xi, dare to ask Xing He Bo, where did those fierce and wicked people come from? Is it your private soldier?"

Yuan Xi turned around and sat down and asked with a smile on his face.

Lei Du, who was sitting across from him, was already pale, and his body was so weak that he couldn't get up. Without supporting his hands on the table, Yuan Xi believed that he would lie on the ground begging for mercy.

"That's a sharp blade left by Emperor Wen, a sharp blade designed to kill you and other thieves..."

Fang Xing walked over. When passing by Yuan Chi, he grabbed Yuan Chi's collar and pulled it back. Xin Laoqi punched Yuan Chi to kneel on the ground with a punch in the back.

Yuan Xi smiled and watched Fang Xing walk in front of him. He said, "It's all about the king and the loser. Now..."

Fang Xing threw a fist, then turned around and said, "Take them all back."

Behind him, Yuan Xi fell back on the ground, with his nose as the center point, almost unable to see the original appearance, especially in the rapidly swollen mouth, which reminded people of sausages.

Walking out the door, the black thorns were already waiting.

"Uncle, Ling Yang Wuhou from the palace immediately went out of the city and went straight to Taiyuan."

Fang Xing nodded, and then took the person directly back to the palace.

...

The palace was brightly lit, and when Fang Xing entered, he saw many powerful eunuchs from Kong Wu patrolling everywhere.

After not going too far, a string of lanterns came over, and it turned out to be the important ministers closer.

"Xing He Bo."

All of these people looked haggard, and the headed Jian Yi arched his hands and said: "The empress has already gone back. Your Majesty's affairs will be temporarily supported by King Xiang."

Fang Xing turned around, walked slowly, and said, "After all, King Xiang is a little uncomfortable. It's much better to use Xinxiang County King."

Zhu Zhanyong got out of trouble by himself. Luo Quan, who despised him, guarded him alone, but he fainted with a punch on the temple after he got out of trouble. He has not yet awakened.

Then he hid behind the door of the study, and when Qi Laoliu came back, he slashed half of Qi Laoliu's face with the knife he had practiced in his bedroom in the academy.

If you only get here, you can praise Zhu Zhanyong's decisiveness at best. But after he got out of the study, he dared to yell at more than a dozen family members who were armed with clubs. In the end, he instigated these people and took them to kill the rebels.

It's a pity that they didn't go far before they were intercepted by the Five Cities Soldier Masi, and then captured into the palace.

Yang Rong took a few steps forward and whispered: "The county king is very sad, and he can't kneel down in front of His Majesty's Zi Palace, hey! It's really..."

"Are you putting an end to future troubles?"

Fang Xing also whispered: "King Xiang bears such a fame, and then takes the credit for supporting his majesty's future. After the prince becomes the throne, that is suspicion. No matter, as the prince, this is his life!"

Yang Rong said without concealment: "If he hadn't made the appearance of the virtuous king before, who would use him as a cause of treason? So you say that this is fate, and the official thinks it is appropriate. Under the prince, it would be right. There should be no wise king!"

"Then you don't need to use this or other means, but just do it with you, and the lady has no objection."

Fang Xing is always unacceptable to Zhu Zhanyong, the prince who likes to smile warmly~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he admires Zhu Zhanyong more.

Yang Rong sighed tiredly, and said, "What can you do with your mother?"

The queen was very helpless, she indirectly told Zhu Zhanji through this action: You are all brothers, don't kill.

Wang Xiang must have been scared into a quail, right?

Fang Xing thought somewhat unkindly about Zhu Zhanzhen's current state, but did not notice that Yang Rong was watching him from the side.

"Uncle Xinghe, is your Highness sure about it? You know that King Jin is a...not shallow person in the city. If it's your Highness...Uncle Xinghe, you won't have time to regret it by then."

"Yeah, Uncle Xing, most of your Highness is on the way this time, and there are definitely not many people around him. If those rebels intercept it... Daming is in danger!"

"Niang Niang just mentioned this matter just now, saying that she wanted you Xing He Bo to go out to meet your Highness."

Fang Xing nodded, and said, "Then let people tell Niang Niang, just say I'm going. But who will guard the city? The Shenjiying is a bit thin, or just bring the Suzaku guard. As for the palace. Let Liang Zhong organize the people, and hold it under control for the time being. It won’t be too late to wait for your Royal Highness to return to Beijing before slowly screening. After all, it should feel good to wait in despair."

Yang Rong felt that this arrangement was also good, so he asked everyone for their opinions.

At this time Zhu Zhanji was not there, and the queen could only be the head of the hand, as a puppet, it was the group of people in front of him who made the decision.

"It's okay, Song Jianran is cautious, Zhuquewei hasn't made any major problems, and there is Xuanwuwei staring at it, okay."

"Shenjiying has An Yuanhou watching, this is a three-legged stand, okay!"

"..."

This group of people was discussing, analyzing people's hearts from time to time, analyzing the current situation, and forgetting Fang Xing aside.

Good at internal tugging, but lacking in the big picture.

This is what the current group of important ministers like Daming looks like.