Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his right hand patted the armrest lightly.

A cicada screamed desperately outside, as if never getting tired.

Just like this Emperor Ming...

The emperor in the prime of his life learned of the death of his nephew, and he was silent.

An Lun's back had a sense of tide, but he never thought that the emperor would feel guilty or troubled about it.

The emperor is ruthless!

Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly and said: "I have sent an imperial doctor to catch up, and I will come back all the way out to sea."

Yu Jia bowed in response, and then went out to make arrangements.

Zhu Zhanji watched his back disappear into the sunlight outside the door, suddenly smiled, and asked, "What do you want?"

An Lun knelt down without hesitation, and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, the slave and maidservant have only one loyalty... loyal."

Zhu Zhanji looked down at him slightly, and asked mockingly again: "What exactly do you want to write?"

An Lun just kowtowed.

There was the sound of forehead tapping the floor tiles, but it was not clear and crisp.

Zhu Zhanji sighed slightly: "Xing Hebo told me that people have a purpose and a purpose in life. Some people like money, some like power, some like beauty, some like food... What do you like? "

An Lun could only kowtow.

At this moment, no matter what he said about being loyal, it was in vain, trying to cover it up.

Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, and then waited until An Lun's forehead was full of blue and purple before he said faintly: "Go."

An Lun got up, shaking a little.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked: "You have clearly clashed with Xinghebo several times, but secretly helped him many times. Why?"

An Lun's body straightened and shook. He felt a little dizzy, but he still remained sober.

"Your Majesty, servant..."

The sharp pain from the previous knocking did not make him cry, but now the tears filled his eyes and slipped down.

Zhu Zhanji coldly watched the tears fall, and was not half moved.

"Your Majesty, the slave and maidservant Xing He Bo had several official contacts with him in Jinling. The slave maid felt that he could have more friends in the future. Who knew that God's grace suddenly descended. Your majesty Long En, the slave maid went to Beijing and then went to the east. factory."

Zhu Zhanji asked mockingly: "Then what are you worried about?"

An Lun wiped his tears and said, "Your Majesty, Xing He Bo Nai is your Majesty's important minister. The servants know that although the role of the East Factory Supervisor is strong, the risk is not small..."

Zhu Zhanji said blankly: "You haven't made many mistakes in the East Factory in the past few years, but you can't get away with this one for private use of public equipment. Come on, what hate does Yan Dajian have with you?"

An Lun didn't expect that the emperor even knew that he had sent someone to stare at Yan Dajian. He choked and said, "Your Majesty, when the slave and maidservant were still at home, the family was bullied by the Yan family. After the slave and maid became the factory superintendent, there was some... …"

"What's there?"

Zhu Zhanji took a sip from the teacup, then gently put the teacup down.

There was a faint sound when the teacup touched the tabletop, but An Lun was shocked.

He raised his head and said in a daze: "Your Majesty, the slave and maid will be repaid, and I only want to make Yan Dajian suffer..."

Zhu Zhanji stared into his eyes, his gaze gradually became stern, "Next time I dare to fool you, I will kill you alive!"

An Lun almost came out of the palace with sweat, the sun outside was very big, but he still shuddered, and then looked at Song Laoshi who was sweeping ahead.

Song Honestly swept the floor very seriously, completely in a state of mindlessness.

The broom swept rhythmically, not as heavy as a long-term labor, but very light.

An Lun was watching all this, he felt that such a day was despair, hopeless despair.

How about cleaning the floor day after day and going to bed after eating every day?

An Lun had seen the lives of ordinary people and felt very tormented, and he definitely couldn't make it through.

"Are you bored?"

He walked over and asked.

Honestly Song looked up at him curiously, as if he was looking at a fool and said, "Sweep the floor for food, but there is no food if you don't. "

An Lun looked at him and said in a puzzled way: "Eating...you can make money to eat!"

Yu Jia appeared above, and he coldly looked at the two people below.

Song Honestly tilted his head, and then gradually frowned, like a conflict between children, suddenly took a bite and said, "I can eat meat every day, why should I make money?"

An Lun didn’t know what he was thinking, so he blurted out and asked a question: “You can have everything if you have money. You can have a woman to accompany you, you can have food, you can have a servant to serve you, you can play everywhere...”

"It's very tired."

Song Honestly shook his head and said, "That would be very tiring. I only like sweeping the floor."

An Lun shook his head blankly, and staggered out.

Song Honestly leaned on his broom and watched him go away, suddenly shouted: "The dim sum is the best."

The figure continued to move forward, then shook his head, and finally disappeared outside the far door.

"So silly!"

Song Honestly shook his head, feeling that he had met a fool again, then he touched the oil paper bag in his arms triumphantly, sniffed, and began to sweep the floor again.

Yu Jia witnessed this conversation between fools from above, and then sneered and said, "Sooner or later you will die without a place to be buried!"

He turned around and said, "Your Majesty, An Lun spoke to Song honestly just now."

Zhu Zhanji glanced at him, and then continued to look at the memorial.

The emperor’s affairs can never be dealt with, and there are new situations everywhere in Daming every day, and some happy events, but most of the things that can be reported are bad...

Therefore, the emperor’s eyebrows were often frowning, and wrinkles would develop after a long time. Starting from the lightness, I don't know when it will become deep.

And Fang Xing felt that it was wrong that there were no wrinkles on his forehead.

Because he saw Yan Dajian outside the palace.

The sun is very good, although it is a bit hot, but it makes people feel that they are still alive.

There are two more wrinkles on Yan Dajian’s forehead, and a month ago, even if he smiled, there would be no traces on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He saw Fang Xing walking by, then stopped and looked at him. Sophisticated shook his head.

Fang Xing also saw him, saw him stop, and asked, "But something?"

Yan Dajian asked a little puzzled: "Xing He Bo, why do you want to intercept this official?"

The so-called interception refers to Fang Xing blocking his chance to take over as Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette.

The current Ministry of Etiquette still has no Shangshu, and Yan Dajian is still in charge.

If it is someone else, he probably thinks that he will take over the post of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites just around the corner, but Yan Dajian knows that Fang Xing will not aimlessly.

But this is too bullying, right?

Fang Xing touched his smooth forehead and said, "What do you want to say?"

The officials behind Yan Dajian stepped back a little embarrassed.

"Uncle Xinghe, where did the official offend you? It's worth your deliberation to deal with the official like this."

At this moment, Yan Dajian became abnormally acrid, and the little fear that the other party had woke up in the past also disappeared.

This is a seeker of rights.

After losing the opportunity to go further, he had already regarded Fang Xing as his mortal foe.

Since it is a deadly foe, what else do you pretend?

Therefore, Yan Dajian's eyes were stern, as if he was looking at the murder of his father and the enemy.

Fang Xing was silent, he did not deliberately conceal Yan Dajian's move, and there was a bit of shock everywhere in the capital after that.

These shocks all came from Fang Xing's attack on Yan Dajian, and he succeeded.

The loopholes when serving as officials in Fujian, these reasons are nothing but clouds in the eyes of those ‘superior’.

Fang Xing wanted to get Yan Dajian, so he did it, and it succeeded.

Are you afraid?

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