Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing was thinking of Zhu Zhanji's weird look until he left the palace. That's helpless, it's still a bit bitter.

Fang Xing does not know the future cause and effect of Zhu Zhanji and Maize, but he knows that these disputes will not be peaceful in the future.

Hu Shanxiang lives by guarding a pair of children, Sun also has a pair of children, and Zhu Zhanji's love, life is really too moist.

But that is the eldest son of the prince!

No, it's the eldest son!

How can you compete?

In the midsummer, there were several more ice shops in Beiping City. A small piece of ice was placed on the counter, as if vain.

It's just that this thing is not something ordinary people can enjoy, so the ice is gradually melting, but no one goes in and asks for the price.

Fang's family naturally has no shortage of ice. Fang Xing's gaze turned over there and saw that there was no one in the small restaurant next to it that specializes in hot pot.

He didn't eat breakfast, so he felt hungry.

He was not interested in the banquet prepared in the palace. He saw that the small shop was still clean, so he took Jia Ding in.

It's the morning, and the store hasn't actually opened yet, but some customers can't let it go.

"Guest officer, this is..."

"Have a meal!"

There is no one to eat hot pot early in the morning, but the shopkeeper obviously doesn't mind, and calls to the buddy one after another.

"Come on lamb hot pot."

Fang Xing found a cleaner table, sat down and said, "Is there any iced wine?"

In summer, some light wines can be sold out on the same day, which is regarded as an income item.

"Yes, the guest officer waits a moment."

The hot pot came up later, and the lamb slices were tumbling up and down in the boiling pot. A small bowl of hand rubbed chili noodles dipped in water, green onions.

Fang Xing picked up a piece of lamb, dipped it in water and put it in his mouth, and said contentedly: "It would be nice if there was some fermented bean curd."

Someone happened to come in outside, and when he heard the word fermented bean curd, he thought Fang Xing was cursing those literati.

The knife negotiated in the past, and then let it go.

The man approached, Fang pointedly pointing to the opposite side of him.

"Uncle, the three envoys will spend money to buy news after they go back."

"What news do they want?"

The lamb slices were hot, Fang Xing asked with his mouth open.

The man glanced at the counter and saw that Jiading was blocking his vision, and he said in a low-spirited voice, "Uncle, they are asking about science..."

He gave Fang Xing a worried look, but Fang Xing was drinking frozen rice wine without changing his face.

So he continued: "The following brothers said something ignorant, they are still like a treasure, uncle, our adults said, these people are different from those outside the Great Wall, they are more direct."

Fang Xing put down his wine glass, took a look outside, and said, "Except for Confucianism, they are not allowed to collect and buy other books. Keep this one. If something big happened, Ben will also take care of you."

This person belongs to Jin Yiwei, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, uncle, those people regard us as treacherous evil, and only you..."

"Say these things."

"Yes, the little one retire."

The hot pot was steaming, and sweat stains on his forehead before waking up.

It was a strange thing to eat hot pot early in the morning. Even if Fang Xing had a lot of experience, it was the first time.

He is waiting for someone!

Waiting for someone who might not come.

"tasty."

Fang Xing praised, the shopkeeper who was standing on the edge of the counter dozing off was awakened, his body shook, and his face turned pale.

"Thank you for your compliments... Hey! Welcome..."

The shopkeeper blinked his eyes and looked at the two men walking in with their heads bowed. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

Is it now popular to eat hot pot for breakfast?

He greeted him a few steps, and the person who came just looked up, and the shopkeeper suddenly exclaimed: "Evil ghost!"

Bai's miserable complexion and deep sunken eyes made this person look like an evil spirit.

Fang Xing raised his head and glanced, and then said: "It takes a while for the hot pot to taste strong. It's just right now."

Xin Laoqi walked over and blocked the sight of the shopkeeper, then took out a treasure bill and handed it over.

The shopkeeper gave Fang Xing a futile look, then took the treasure and turned to the backyard.

Smart people can always live a long time, but don't be smart.

The evil spirit had walked to the opposite side of Fang Xing, but did not sit down.

"sit."

Fang Xing faintly ordered, the interpreter whispered behind him, and then looked back and saw that Fang Xing's Jia Ding was already guarding the door, and he whispered: "His people are watching the door. "

When Henry heard the words, he relaxed, then sat down, looked at the mutton slices tumbling in the pot, and curiously said, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Xing took a slice, dipped it in water and ate it, but refused to ask him to share it with him.

Henry didn't feel ashamed either. He only waited for Fang Xing to eat a few slices of lamb before he said, "Tessie is not young..."

Fang Xing is still eating mutton, and you say you, so it's up to me.

Henry looked at Fang Xing curiously, thinking that this person was very interesting.

"How did you know that I would come?"

Fang Xing put down his chopsticks, and said helplessly: "Benbo has sent the family members you know to hang around the hall, and you don’t need to guard you. Smart people naturally know the choice, and the ones that should come will come naturally. You come, then Tell me what you want."

Henry smiled shyly: "Gorse and Frank are seeking to join forces. Although Daming is big, but Tessie is far away, and the sea is bigger, what will the two countries look like after they lose their restraints? Maybe they will be able to do it in ten years. Appear here with a warship covered in the sea, who knows!"

Fang Xing's expression was a little dignified. Henry felt that his remarks had worked, and he couldn't help feeling a little joyful. Then when he was about to continue his efforts, Fang Xing sighed.

"Eating hot pot early in the morning is really inappropriate!"

He picked up the rice wine and drank a big sip~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then he felt his hot throat relaxed.

"Lisbon..."

Fang Xing hesitated, Henry leaned slightly, but Fang Xing was worried that his dandruff would fall into the hot pot, so she pointed to the hot pot.

Henry was not embarrassed. He took it back and said: "Lisbon is a friend. We are weak and small, so we must survive among the strong nations. Gorse and Frank are strong nations. Your Excellency, Lisbon is willing to speak for Daming in Tessie. "

Fang Xing held the wine glass in his right hand and looked at him playfully for a long time.

"Bun knows, you can go back."

Henry got up to leave, Xin Laoqi sent him out, came back and said, "Master, he still hides his identity along the way with the knife, which shows his impure thoughts."

Fang Xing ate a few slices of mutton, then put down his chopsticks and got up. Xin Laoqi immediately turned sideways and walked beside him when he came over.

In front of him, Jia Ding opened the way, and beside him was the brave Xin Laoqi who was personally protected, with a knife staring at the left and right behind him...

This is the scale of Fang Xing's current trip, which is not large but sufficient to cope with general emergencies.

Walking out of the hot pot restaurant, Fang Xing narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. He heard the shopkeeper's flattering voice behind him. He smiled and said: "Henry is such a person, and he is a prince. , And also in control of Lisbon’s expeditions to sea, such a person..."

Jia Ding brought the horse, Fang Xing mounted, turned around and took a look, just in time to see Henry and Interpreter's back, and then disappeared from the corner of the street.

"Such people are ambitious!"

The knife mounted the horse, rode the horse to Fang Xing's side, and asked curiously: "Master, why not put him under house arrest, or kill him?"

Fang Xing rode his horse slowly, and said casually: "One of the three kingdoms needs a shit-chucking stick."

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