Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The news of Jin Youzi's plea for officialdom immediately detonated the officialdom of the capital.

This is not just the vacancy of two official positions, but many.

When Hu Ye stared at one of the positions, Yan Dajian was staring at the position of his Etiquette Shangshu, while the right servant was staring at Yan Dajian's position, and the officials below were staring at the right servant...

This is a chain reaction similar to dominoes.

The move ahead, all subsequent moves follow.

So why would airborne be taboo in the officialdom?

Originally, everyone was waiting to sit in rows, divide the fruit, and everyone can take a step forward, but because of the airborne, they lost the opportunity.

How many people will this offend!

And Fang Xing is preparing to cut off Yan Dajian's dream.

"Uncle, there is nothing wrong with Yan Dajian!"

Huang Zhong feels that Yan Dajian and the Fang family have no grievances, and that his people are conscientious in doing things, so why do you want to get him?

"I can't bear it."

"Can't bear it?"

Huang Zhong felt that Fang Xing was joking.

Not surprisingly, it is Daming Future's Book of Etiquette.

If you can't get used to playing with a child, you want to **** him?

Huang Zhong couldn't laugh or cry: "Uncle, you still have to think twice about this matter."

"That's all."

Fang Xing couldn't tell why he hated Yan Dajian.

An Lun?

An Lun has always been wary of Yan Dajian. Dongchang has been staring at Yan Dajian and his son for a long time.

Why does An Lun stare at Yan Dajian and his son stubbornly?

Fang Xing felt that there was something unknown in it.

And these Fang Xing do not need to manage.

"In another year, Tudou will be able to go to martial arts school, and before that, I hope everyone will remember his dad."

After all, Fang Xing still refused to let the children work alone, but Yan Dajian became Fang Jialiwei’s cannon fodder.

"Who is the other person most likely?"

Huang Zhong was thinking about the official transfer, as well as the candidates for the Hubu Shangshu, and so on.

...

The seventh year of Xuande was an ominous year.

Since the beginning of the year, the veterans of the Kingdom have fallen one after another.

Xia Yuanji was the first to go.

Zhu Zhanji was really sad, so he stopped the DPRK for three days.

Fang woke up to the Xia family.

In the vast expanse of whiteness, he stood in front of the spirit, thinking of his association with Xia Yuanji over the years.

Xia Xuan came over after saluting, and Fang Xing asked, "Is there anything wrong at home?"

Xia Xuan said, "Thank you, Xing and Uncle, everything is in order at home."

This group of veterans are all ministers of the country, and they will not be seen in the future.

The ministers afterwards became more and more unbearable.

Fang Xing didn't know why the troubled times could give birth to so many outstanding people, but the prosperous times could only cultivate borers.

He said to Xia Xuan, "Your father is unparalleled, you are so good, everyone is watching."

Xia Xuan is different from Xia Yuanji. He prefers martial arts, but most of them are on paper.

Zhu Zhanji has already made his will, and Meng Yin Xia Xuan is Shang Bao Si Cheng. This is Ai Rong after death, Yin and the descendants.

After leaving the Xia Mansion, Xu Jingchang came to worship.

"Dehua, wait for brother, let's drink together later."

Xu Jingchang didn't have the slightest bit of sorrow at all to go in and go through the program. When he came out, the people in the Xia Mansion were all wooden faces, and they also had no respect.

After a generation of glory, most of the younger generations will gradually become mediocre, and gradually become obscured by everyone.

Xu Jingchang and Fang Xing came to Shenxianju.

Xu Jingchang has also become old-fashioned. Drinking can't be as refreshing as in the past. He just drinks slowly and sips.

"Dehua, looking at you young, I envy my brother!"

Xu Jingchang said a lot more.

"The street of Dingguo Gongfu is called Dingfu Avenue. What could be set? Now there are three positions missing. Brother, I just made a suggestion, and was scolded by your majesty's messenger. Really, no one can defend me, right?"

Xu Jingchang looked at Fang Xing baffledly, wanting to get some comfort or help.

"Why are you intervening in this matter?"

Fang Xing looked at him calmly, feeling that this guy was doing things more and more improper.

"That's not something you should intervene, let alone you, my elder brother has been closed to thank guests these days, so as not to disturb this muddy water, but you can't wait to jump in, this It's looking for death!"

Fang Xing felt that Xu Jingchang shouldn't be so unwise, so his tone was a bit harder.

Xu Jingchang took a sip of wine and said blankly: "My brother thinks he won't live for a few years."

Fang Xing stared at him, looked around and said, "You drink less, play less with women, and promise to live another twenty years."

Xu Jingchang looked at him quietly, and when Fang Xing thought he would follow his advice, Xu Jingchang sighed.

This is a regretful sigh.

It was also a contented sigh.

He raised the wine glass and carefully watched the cyan lines meandering on the wine glass, just as he had lived for many years.

I just live on my back.

He looked away from the wine glass and looked towards Fang Xing.

His serious appearance seemed to have broken some road.

"But if you don't drink or play with women, what's the point of that man is still alive?"

Fang Xing was stunned, but found that he was unable to refute Xu Jingchang's point of view.

Everyone has different goals in life, most of them are to ‘live’. To live, to be busy for the sake of children and grandchildren, until I was dying, did I begin to summarize my life.

If there is no saying of cultivating the afterlife, will there be a negative attitude toward life?

After eating, he stayed in Shenxianju to talk to Mo Chou mother and son.

Huanhuan had grown older, Fang Xing was about to check the situation and threw him into the academy.

Mo Chou was a little worried about the child's ability to take care of himself.

"You don't go to the main house, but the children can go there to rest and eat, and come back after school in the afternoon."

This can take into account Mo Chou's idea of ​​not disturbing Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, and it can also facilitate Fang Xing to teach the children.

Mo Chou smiled, "Well, that's fine."

She always felt that she was superfluous, because she had robbed Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's things~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so she didn't want to go to the main house, it would make her feel like she was in the right place.

Fang Xing got up and prepared to go back.

"Go back often."

He finally exhorted.

Mo Chou nodded in response, but wondered if it would be implemented.

When he arrived at the door, Mo Chou asked in a low voice: "Master, they said that the capital is making trouble for those official positions. If you don't get it right, you will see blood, you..."

"I didn't mix it up!"

Fang Xing said nonsense with his eyes open, but he was very confident.

After leaving Shenxianju, Fang Xing asked, "Did Yan Dajian still not run?"

In the past few days, hopeful people have been running, and even Hu Yi, who has always seemed a little out of the officialdom, has gone to Fang's house, which shows the fierce competition.

And the official position of Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette is obviously worth running away.

Zhu Zhanji will observe the officials, but he will also inquire about the matter.

This was the largest official transfer in the Xuande period. If this opportunity is missed, the stable government in the future will turn everything into a procedure, which is tedious and difficult to find loopholes.

The veterans will gradually withdraw from the stage, who will be on stage?

"Master, Yan Dajian went to Yang Rong earlier."

...

"Father-in-law, Yan Dajian went to see Yang Rong just now."

An Lun lowered his head slightly, as if he was dozing off.

Indoor sandalwood bursts, but the smell is heavier and a bit stuffy.

An Lun sat on the chair, slowly raised his head, bloodshot in his eyes, and asked, "How long?"

The visitor said: "A stick of incense is more."

An Lun stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of sandalwood on the table and said, "Staring at him."

After the people came out, An Lun sneered and said, "Do you want to be Shangshu too? Are you worthy of being a beastly dog?"

The slender sandalwood was broken, then bounced and landed on the table.