Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fifty thousand cavalry lined up neatly outside the city, everyone in armor.

This is the finest cavalry under the command of Zhuaner, who has been polished out in the civil war.

Meiergan was in front of the inspection alone, and the envoy of the meat fan admired: "This is the most powerful army, and they will be invincible!"

Si Ya was thinking about what Zhuan Er had done earlier, a little at a loss.

——You go back, go to Daming, and tell Emperor Ming that Halle will block the invasion of meat fans.

What makes Zhuergan, who has always wanted to fight against Daming, become so weak?

Blocking the enchanting invasion of meat is just an excuse, and the purpose should be to step on two boats.

Is he worried about meaty charm?

Ye Siya glanced at the enchanting flesh fan with a look of excitement, and felt a little excited and a little nervous.

He wanted to marry the Wumei Yang, so he was very happy to go to Daming again.

But Miao Xi they died in Samarkand, and he didn't know if he would be implicated.

He was melancholy, and finally firmed up his thoughts.

"I will go to Daming."

"Long live!"

Fifty thousand people shouted loudly, and a bird looking for food was frightened and flew away.

Autumn is high in horse fat, everything is slowly getting stronger.

...

Fangjiazhuang, Tudou and Ping'an are standing on the side, and Zhang Shuhui is behind with worry-free.

Xiaobai looked at Fang Zhuan, who was tall and thin, and said, "I'm still a bit thinner."

If it wasn't for the belief that Fang Jaylun would not treat Fang Zhuan badly, Xiaobai would want to fight for him.

"This is a draw."

Fang Xing frowned when he saw Ping An, and said, "I don't care what happens in the future, but if you should learn now, you should learn. Don't favor one or the other."

Ping An knew that he was talking about this, and hurriedly came out to admit his mistake.

Everyone knows that Fang Zhuan will be his steward in the future, so no one dares to bully, so the two often stay together in the academy, and Fang Zhuan often goes to feast in peace and do some chores.

Fang Xing never said that, now that these are raised, it is a warning for safety.

Seeing Fang Zhuan feel a little worried, Fang Xing smiled and said, "You're good, just study more, the next... I called you today just to ask, the Martyrs’ Shrine has been built, and your father’s ashes can go in. What about you? Thought?"

The Martyrs’ Shrine has been a novelty in Peking City from the beginning of its construction. Those military members, especially those whose relatives died in battle, have gone to the Ministry of War and asked many times.

This is a national sacrifice place. Everyone wants to enter. No, they all want to let the souls of their relatives lean on the tablets and enjoy the sacrifice of national luck.

It's just that the Ministry of War is silent on this, only that there will be arrangements at that time.

And Fang Xing said that Fang San could make progress, which was leaked in advance.

Fang Zhuan didn't think so much, just subconsciously glanced at Ping An, and then said: "Master, don't go..."

Fang Xing nodded and stood up and said, "Yes, Fang San is Fang's family, so let's stay together. When I go too, everyone will be together."

The cemetery of a large family is also divided into different levels, and the direct main family is naturally in the middle. After the death of those loyal servants, they can also find a place below or outside, which can be regarded as some form of reunion.

Fang San is the only one left in the world, and Fang Xing naturally wants to respect his opinions.

Fang Zhuan took it for granted.

This year, being able to be a family member of the Fang family means enjoying happiness, and being counted as a Fang family member makes people’s eyes full of tears and a sense of cohesion.

Fang Xing was not ready to change this atmosphere, he nodded slightly to Ping An, and then went out.

Ping An said in frustration: "Father, I was wrong."

"If you make a mistake, change it." Fang woke up from the door. He didn't want to teach carefully. He would rather see his children learn to think and then reflect.

Xiaobai stopped doing it immediately, and asked: "What did the master say that you were wrong?"

Ping An said: "The academy treats everyone equally, the child made a mistake."

Xiao Bai felt that this was justified, but Fang Xing's decision she would definitely approve, so she was depressed.

Zhang Shuhui naturally wouldn't intervene in Fang Xing's education of the children. Seeing Xiaobai's entanglement, she said, "You can't make a jade if you don't cut it."

Wuyou saw Ping An a little frustrated, and said, "Second brother, you are going to be a young master."

Ping An stared at Wuyou, then smiled bitterly.

These words also came from the academy, and even Wuyou knew it, and it was obvious that he was numb.

Wuyou feels funny when he sees his sad face, "Second brother, father will punish you for copying."

When it comes to copying, Tudou and Ping An are both lingering fears.

Fang Xing rarely corporal punishment. Most of them are penalties for copying and making small mistakes, so it's probably something like ‘don’t commit next time’. It's a big mistake, it is estimated that the book will be copied.

One is to practice calligraphy, and the other is to be familiar with the book.

...

The Martyrs’ Shrine is located in the southern part of the city, so it was completed as scheduled without any trouble when the people were moved.

As soon as the paint dries, the Ministry of Rites put on a memorial, and then the Ministry of War and the Five Army Capital Governor's Mansion also asked Zhu Zhanji for instructions.

Zhu Zhanji nodded in agreement and wrote the inscription.

So the Ministry of Rites began to prepare for the ceremony, but there was a conflict with the people in the Five Army Capital Governor's Mansion.

Because there is no ready-made etiquette, so I can only search for the former, and even found the pre-Qin pre-Qin, so the speed stopped when the paper flew between the ink and the ink.

However, the military hopes to determine the ceremony by themselves, not the Ministry of Rites, and not even the civilian officials. They are worried that they will be overcast.

So the military quickly prepared the etiquette reports they deem appropriate, and the etiquette department immediately became angry.

The Ministry of Etiquette, the Ministry of Etiquette, seems to be a little fake, but in this era, rituals are king, and rituals are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Hu Su sent Yan Dajian-he prefers to call on Yan Dajian. He thinks that this is a man of wit, and he might be able to take his place in the future.

Yan Dajian went to the five-army capital governor's house, and then quarreled with Meng Ying and others, but he didn't let the wind go.

The two sides fought **** reason, Yan Dajian was knowledgeable, and finally caught Meng Ying's mistakes, decisively let out the wind, and suddenly the martial artist's vulgar reputation was greatly boosted.

"...That's royal etiquette, Baoding Hou actually..."

The two met again, but it was at the Ministry of Rites.

Meng Ying was furious, but when he heard the words, he said calmly: "Why are you entangled with this?"

Yan Dajian didn't seem to know the threat in his words, and smiled: "It's better for the Ministry of Rites to start this matter!"

"how long?"

Meng Ying spoke on behalf of the military and would naturally not give in.

Yan Dajian was stunned, as if Meng Ying asked a naive question.

"Baodinghou, this matter must be cherished and important, and..."

"And your mother!"

A fist flew past, and Yan Dajian was still saying that this matter must be prudent, and he had already received a punch in the face.

There were three people in the staff department, five people from the Five Army Capital Governor's House, plus five people from Meng Ying.

After a moment of silence, Yan Dajian covered his face, then slowly let go of his hand.

Blood was sprayed from the nostrils immediately, making the small table between the two of them look like a murder scene.

"what!"

Yan Dajian let out a short scream, then got up and retreated.

"Baoding...Baoding Hou!"

Yan Dajian clutched his nose~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A small official went out looking for towels and medicines, and it suddenly became a mess.

Meng Ying went to refuse to apologize, but said with a sullen face: "I feel that the most disgusting thing for a civil official is that mouth. I hate it to be torn apart, noisy!"

"Come on! Lord Yan was injured!"

Someone outside the door shouted, Yan Dajian looked at Meng Ying blankly, letting the blood drip from his chin, and said: "Wrong is wrong, and if it is wrong, just move rough. Is this the behavior of the Five-Army Capital... "

"Come on..."

The shouting outside the door suddenly stopped.

Meng Ying said coldly: "If you were on the battlefield, Meng would have killed you so long ago, so today you are considered to have nothing to do with Meng, so I will naturally ask for your crime..."

"Please what crime?"

At this moment someone came in outside the door and asked casually.

"Xing He Bo..."