Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Vol 4 Chapter 2585: Which Fanghan?

After more than a month, the weather began to cool down. The leaves were scattered in the city of Fuzhou, and also in countless temples.

A monk stood outside the gate of the temple and said respectfully: "Master Yan, go slowly."

An official in his thirties turned around and said, "Master stays behind, and this official will come back next month."

The monk nodded slightly, then watched the man descend the mountain.

"Brother, Yan Chunhui hasn't made an inch for many years, so we don't have to go and offer it to him, right?"

A monk asked unconvincingly behind him.

The monk said with a low smile: "Yan Dajian is the left servant of the Ministry of Rites in Beijing, and he is the official book of the Ministry of Rites if he fails. Yan Chunhui is not allowed to advance, but it is a taboo. As soon as Yan Dajian goes up, Yan Chunhui will be free."

"Then he's going to be stunned in the future?"

"That's right, young Toshihiko! It will be another tale of two Jaisuke who will not be able to deal with it in the future."

Yan Chunhui also felt that he could be regarded as a young handsome man. As long as his father was successfully promoted to Shangshu, he would be the son of the top important minister of Ming Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, he would be Ya Nei.

His appearance is gentle and elegant, some people say that he was made in the same model as his father Yan Dajian.

The mountain road is not too rugged. Yan Chunhui was a car on foot, and even stayed aside when meeting old people, and respectfully asked the other person to go first.

There was a gentle **** ahead, and the young man who followed Yan Chunhui said, "Master, the master hasn't believed it yet."

Yan Chunhui smiled slightly and looked at a man walking in front of him and said: "What is the hurry! Many things are like cooking soup. If you don't have time to drink the soup in a hurry, the taste is not good!"

Xiao Si laughed and said, "Anyway, I will definitely be from Zaifu's family."

Yan Chunhui shook his head and laughed and cursed, "Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense in the future."

When the coming man heard this, a look of fear flashed across his face.

The young man proudly said: "Master, how can these people dare to talk nonsense, otherwise they will turn around and kill him."

At this moment, the man slowly raised his head to look at Yan Chunhui, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and asked, "But Master Yan?"

Yan Chunhui subconsciously said: "It's the official."

The man smiled and said, "Yan Chunhui?"

"Bold!"

Xiao Si punched him, and the man moved his right hand hidden behind him. There was a blood stain on Xiao Si's neck, and then the blood soared.

Yan Chunhui was frightened by the sudden change, and ran back after staggering.

"Killed! Help!"

The man hurried over, grabbed Yan Chunhui by the back collar, and then turned him around.

"Don't kill me, I have money, I will give you as much as you want..."

The man grabbed his front with one hand. At this moment, three pilgrims came down from the mountain. They screamed when they saw it, and turned and ran.

The man whispered: "In my home eleven years ago... Yan Chunhui, someone wants you to atone for your sins!"

The surname An is rare, so Yan Chunhui can't help but the girl's figure appeared in his mind.

The short knife was slashed across his neck, and the blood rushed, and the man jumped from the side.

Seeing that the murderer had gone, the people above hurried down if they knew Yan Chunhui.

"Master Yan!"

Yan Chunhui's mouth moved a few times, and blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth.

"He is smiling wryly!"

Someone yelled, and everyone looked at it, and it looked like a wry smile.

...

"why are you laughing?"

There were fallen leaves in the abandoned yard, and an autumn rain in the morning caused everyone to put on heavy clothes.

The new padded jacket Feng Lin was wearing was a little tight, his hands were not put to his side, and they were slightly opened. It looked like... in Tudou's eyes.

He dared not say, but couldn't help but laugh.

"I...I may be going to the west."

Tudou's smile gradually turned into bitterness. He didn't know if he and Feng Lin had a future, or if he could come back safely...

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Feng Lin stood in front, pressed his hands hard, so that he could put it on his side.

She looked at Tudou and said: "I heard that North Korea is going to the west, and many people are going. It is said that someone is provoking Daming from a long distance...you...if you go to you, you will be able to come back safely."

At this time, the Daming was not the Daming of the mid- and late-stage army, and the people regarded war as an era of fear.

There is encouragement in this remark, but also some vague hints.

Potato took a step closer. He was half a head taller than Feng Lin, slightly lowered his head, and his eyes met.

"Don't worry, just wait for me to come back."

The youth rushed with blood, even if a tiger appeared in front of him at this moment, he dared to rush past with his bare hands.

There was a blush on Feng Lin's face, then he lowered his head, "You...what's wrong with me when you come back?"

Tudou blushed and said, "I...I will..."

Just what?

Feng Lin boldly looked up at Tudou.

Tudou felt that the air became very thick, and trapped himself firmly in the middle, unable to move at all.

They have adultery!

adultery!

Yang's outside the door covered his mouth and turned and ran.

The last time Tudou hit her eldest brother, she always remembered the hatred, but Tudou rarely came here, so she couldn't find a chance.

Now the opportunity is here, as long as you go home and call your mother-in-law to have a look, the kid won't even think about coming to Feng's house in the future.

She ran back home in a hurry, but met a man outside the gate.

Behind the man was two people, who looked like servants, but there was something scary about them.

The man happened to be knocking at the door, and Yang did not know them, so he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man turned his head to look at her, nodded slightly and said, "I have something to do with Mr. Feng."

There was no emotion in this look, but Yang still felt that his heart was beating pounding and pounding, and he was a little scared.

With a creak, the courtyard door was opened.

It was Zhao who opened the door. She saw Yang first, and then looked at the three men.

"But Mrs. Feng?"

The man smiled and arched his hands.

Zhao said in amazement: "Exactly, you are..."

The man smiled and said: "Wake up below, please see your husband and wife."

"Fang Xing?"

The Zhao family was a little at a loss, but said courteously: "Please come in."

The Yang family is also a little puzzled. When is there such a deceased in the family?

Neither of the women associated the name with the murderer, and then entered the house.

After Feng Youwei came out, the two officially met.

"Fang Xing?"

Feng Youwei's eyelids quivered, and then he glanced at Xin Laoqi who was carrying a gift behind Fang Xing's body, and only felt his legs tremble.

"You... Are you Xinghe Bo?"

Fang Xing nodded and said, "It's Fang."

The Zhao clan was taken aback, and the Yang clan was even more unbearable. He was just thinking about when the Feng family had a relationship with Fang Xing.

Others are afraid of Fang Xing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that is a gentry. But the Feng family is just a ruined family, what are they afraid of?

Feng Youwei remembered what happened to Chen Zhong. He said vigilantly: "Dare to ask the uncle what he meant by coming here?"

Zhao was also a little scared, and when he saw his son coming out of the study, he waved him to go back.

But Feng Xiang is not a coward. He walked over to see him, and then said: "Xing Hebo is here, Feng Jia Peng Xun is shining, it's just a small family member of the Feng family..."

Except for the Yang family, Fang Xing was not regarded as a guest at all.

This is a plague god!

Chen Zhong almost ruined the Feng family, making this family stay away from the powerful.

Fang Xing didn't expect Feng's family to have such an attitude.

He arched his hands and said, "Fang is here for the dog."

Feng Youwei's face turned red in an instant, and he hissed: "The little girl won't marry!"

Zhao turned around and took a look outside, but saw Feng Lin standing outside in a daze.

Fang Xing said awkwardly: "The dog is not a dude."

The name of the Fang family, the title of the future inherited by the potato...

Yang felt a puff of air blocking her chest, making her panicked.

Everyone knows that the three sons of the Fang family can meet Feng Lin's eldest son, which is the future Xinghe Birfangham...

"Fang Han..."