Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Jinan Prefecture is a good place, and the spring water is the best in the country.

The government is in Licheng, which is not only the governing office of Jinan Prefecture, but also the governing office of Shandong Chief Minister.

A small river made up of spring water flows in the city, Yangliu Qingqing hangs down by the small river, and the pounding clothes woman beats her clothes with a pounding pestle.

On both sides of the small river are shops facing the street. In the hot summer, even the most active shopkeeper would not come out and shout.

But the Daming Lake is naturally different. People who cool off from the heat will get on a boat and have fun in the lake.

"There are so many beautiful scenery, it really is a city with mountains and half a city with lakes!"

On a painted boat, Fang Xing drank tea, looked at the lake outside the boat, and said casually.

The man sitting across from him looked about 50 years old, and his complexion was not very good.

"Xing He Bo, this officer is not happy to see you coming."

This person is Chang Yu, the chief ambassador of Shandong.

Chang Yu felt that the breeze on the lake could not relieve himself. His face was as deep as water, and he said with a heavy heart: "Shandong is the hometown of the saint, Xinghe Bo, this officer really doesn't want to have any intersection with you."

Daming Lake is formed by the gathering of springs from various places. The water is clear and not deep, and you can see the bottom of the lake.

There was a small table in front of him, and there was a pot of tea and two teacups on the small table.

The taste of tea is very pure, which is the characteristic of good water and good tea.

Fang Xing took a sip, even if he never knew tea, he still nodded in approval, and then said, "Master Chang, this is Daming. Ben thinks that you must first be Daming in your heart, and then what saints and saints. Child."

When the breeze hit, Chang Yu fixedly looked at the teacup and said: "People in the world always have many choices, some can make choices, and some... You can't make choices since you pick up a book, Xinghe, You are Meng Lang."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "The choice... It depends on which side you are on, whether Daming is still a son of a saint, or... sharing fat."

"Da Ming is a piece of fat, and there are always people who will divide this piece of fat. Lord Chang, are you one of them?"

Fang Xing slowly raised his head and smiled, seemingly very kind.

Chang Yu's eyes shrank, and the man in front of him was not a believable man. On the contrary, the reputation of this man who would report to him had already resounded through Da Ming.

This is an ultimatum: Chang Yu, where do you stand?

If the team is wrong, Fang Xing Juebi will clean him up!

There are countless examples of this that can alert Chang Yu, so he calmed down his tone and said: "The official has no opinion on this matter, but the official reminds once again that this is the hometown of the saint. Once something unexpected happens, the official cannot guarantee anything. "

"You are more like a saint's official, Lord Chang, Ben Bo is tired."

Fang Xing waved his hand. Now that he had determined his position, he was not interested in chatting with Chang Yu.

And Chang Yu was not interested in accompany Fang Xing. He was afraid of being seen, and the outside world would probably guess what conspiracy he and Fang Xing were planning.

Chang Yu got up to say goodbye, and Huafang docked, he bowed his head and left.

Fang Xing sat by the window and watched Chang Yu get on his horse and hurried away. He couldn't help but sneered: "The hometown of the saint, this is the official of Daming!"

Xin Laoqi quietly came out from behind and said, "Master, this person is a bit hostile."

Fang Xing smiled and said: "If I don't make this trip, it will ruin his job. The hometown of the saint is just an excuse."

This is the reality, the saint is immortal, but the descendants of future generations are carrying his sign for their own benefit.

"If the saint knows, I'm afraid they will slap these disciples and grandchildren to death!"

The saint had big ambitions back then, and his ambitions have been realized in later generations, but he has become a tool to block his face.

"Call someone to bring wine."

Fang Xing smiled slightly, not annoyed by the rejection. When we first met, Chang Yu was wary of him. It was normal. If Chang Yu immediately put his heart in his stomach, Fang Xing would doubt how he got into the position of chief executive.

Amid the slight sound of footsteps, a woman in a green tulle walked into the cabin.

"Buxue has seen noble people."

Buxus?

Fang Xing looked up and saw a smiling face.

"Your painting boat?"

The woman was barefoot, with her small feet sticking out of her skirt from time to time.

She smiled and said: "Yes, if the nobles want to sing and dance, there are also here."

Fang Xing shook his head, knowing that this woman is not easy.

I can manage painting boats in Jinan, and this woman looks a little bit orchid, mostly because of someone's forbidding.

The woman knelt on the opposite side of Fang Xing, put up the dishes on the plate, and then asked: "Guest, just now..."

"You want to talk about Chang Yu?"

Fang Xing leaned back slightly in a leisurely mind, and leaned back on the floor with one hand, and said with a smile, "What do you want to ask? Can you know what Chang Yu looks like, that's a frequent visitor in the court of the rich and powerful. This is to visit me." Is it detailed?"

Sparrow tongue smiled and said: "The nobleman is too worried, the little girl is just curious."

She said that she had her left hand pressed the long sleeve, and her right hand raised the hip flask, revealing a moon-like forearm.

In the voice of the pouring of drinks, Sponge said: "Most of Daming Lake is visited by dignitaries and nobles, but the little girl sees a lot and knows some ways to avoid disaster."

This was a piercing woman, Fang Xing relaxed a little, squinted at the lake, and took a sip of wine slowly.

The wine is very weak, but it has some fragrance.

"This is the last year's sweet-scented osmanthus wine. If the nobleman is not happy, the girl will change it immediately."

Fang Xing shook his head. For him, wine is just something to reconcile the atmosphere and dispose of the mood, there is nothing necessary.

Xin Laoqi stared at the hands of the tongue, those white and tender jade hands in his eyes were just a scourge that could be poisoned at any time. If necessary, he would not hesitate to slash the men's jade hands with a knife. .

She pays attention to Fang Xing from time to time.

Fang Xing looked at the lake indifferently, without taking a second look at her. This was a strange place.

I came to Huafang for fun, but this one was drinking alone and looked indifferent.

This is something!

Moreover, Chang Yu actually met with him, and then went ashore alone, before seeing Fang Xing and sending it out.

This person looks young, so he must be Xunqi, or Xunqi's child.

"What's the excitement in Jinan city lately?"

Just as Sponge was thinking about it, Fang Xing suddenly turned his head and asked.

Sponge was startled, and subconsciously said: "Those scholars are making trouble, saying they want to show that person a good look."

"Oh!"

Fang Xing leaned against the bulkhead, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at the tongue casually.

"go on."

Tongue turned slightly sideways, she knelt on her lap, curvy, and could make any man lose his mind.

But Fang Xing just looked at her faintly, without the slightest move in his eyes.

"My dear, those scholars are so noisy. I heard that they also connected scholars from Shandong. The inns in the city are full these few days."

Ling Tong's body suddenly trembled slightly, and she guessed the identity of the man in front of her.

This discovery made her feel nervous, and the backing behind it was not enough to bring her a sense of security.

Fang Xing gave a hum, and asked, "What's going on in the saint's house?"

Sparrow tongue suddenly leaned over ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in a posture similar to five-body throwing on the ground, and said in a mournful voice: "Noble man, let go of the little girl."

She just wanted to test the identity of this person, and then repay her backer, which was a credit.

But this person is not her credit, but a tiger, a tiger that her patron dare not provoke.

"You guessed the identity of Ben Uncle?"

Fang Xing let out a sigh, admiringly said: "Sure enough, he is a member of the Huanchang, and his eyes are poisonous enough."

The tongue just trembled, and Fang Xing felt a little boring, so he said, "Tell me, what's going on in the saint's house."

"Uncle..."

Sparrow dared not conceal it, and said: "The saint's house is silent, and those scholars who went to see me were turned away."

"Behave!"

Fang Xing sighed: "Your Majesty is staring at this side, and Chao Zhong is staring at this side too. It's embarrassing his house."