Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 Zhu Jiyi's face was green, he raised his head and said: "Uncle Xinghe, please forgive me for not having time."

　　 Zhu Jiyi waved away, leaving behind a group of guards looking at each other. They didn't expect things to turn into a sudden turn.

　　 And these guards are now Zhu Jiyi's people, seeing the old master appear, the embarrassment is gone.

　　 And Zhu Jixi and his son were brought back to Beiping by Zhu Diling Fang Xing this time. What does this signal mean?

　　 Is it going to come back?

　　 If it were to come back, Fang Xing would definitely win Zhu Jiyi this time.

　　 Zhu Jixi and his son cried for a while, then got up.

　　 "Thank you Xinghe Bo, you can leave here."

　　Although he was sent to Wang Jue, he was also from Zhu's family. In such movies and TV dramas, the abandoned king must be blinded by the officials who call themselves ‘caomin’.

　　 Fang Xing nodded and said, "Let’s go back to the inn and rest for a while, and then we will be on the road tomorrow."

　　 Zhu Jixi glanced at Fang Xing, arching his hands in silence.

　　 Fang Xing's move was disgusting Zhu Jixi, by the way, let the people in Taiyuan know that he, Zhu Jixi, had come out.

　　……

The news of Fang Xing’s confrontation with Zhu Jiyi at Jin’s Palace had long been spread throughout Taiyuan City. When seeing Fang Xing returning with a gang of people, Ma San’er couldn’t help but feel bitter and wanted them to live in another place, but saw it. Zhu Jixi.

　　 "Hall...Your Highness."

　　 Zhu Jixi didn't expect that someone would know him. He happily arched his hands at Ma San'er, so scared that Ma San'er almost wanted to hide under the counter.

　　 The king of Jin, who ran wildly in the city of Taiyuan with an angry horse in fresh clothes, is now fully exposed.

　　 Huang Zhong shook his head, feeling that the former prince was really self-inflicted.

　　 Well Jin Wang, if you don't do it, you have to fight for Zhu Yun's injustice. Later, even Zhu Jixi couldn't suppress it.

　　 Isn't this what it should be?

　　Ma San'er has regretted his intestines. He invited the guys who saw this scene just now, threatened and lured them, and made them swear not to go out of this matter.

　　 "If anyone dared to reveal it, I will flee to the capital to find Xing and Uncle. Then you will have to die!"

　　 "Do you know how good Xinghe Bo is?"

Ma San'er felt that he was a little dangerous, so he looked fiercely and said: "His old man kills like a chicken. If he doesn't kill a few people a day, he will have no appetite to eat. From Jiaozhi to Yingzhou, his old man kills more people than ours in Taiyuan. There are more people..."

　　 Fang Xing, who had already gone upstairs, couldn't help smiling when she heard this, and then arranged for Zhu Jixi and his son to take a bath and change clothes.

　　……

　　 The long-term frightened and remorseful living conditions made Zhu Jixi's health extremely weak, so that after a hot bath, he needed Zhu Meigui's support to get out.

　　 "Thank you Xinghe Bo."

　　 Zhu Jixi, who is in his forties, looks like he is sixty years old, with wrinkles on his face.

　　 Fang Xing smiled: "This is your majesty's will. Fang is just carrying it out. Please take care of your father and son. We will leave for the capital tomorrow."

　　Zhu Jixi hesitated for a moment, looking like a poor man borrowing money from a neighbor: "Uncle Xinghe, your majesty will take my father and son to the capital, dare to ask what's the matter?"

　　 Zhu Meigui also looked at Fang Xing with expectant eyes, neither father and son knew whether going to the capital was good or bad.

　　 Fang Xing frowned and said, "This..."

　　 Huang Zhong wanted to laugh at the side, Fang Xing selling Guanzi was actually selling favors, but he knew that Zhu Jixi's father and son had no big problem.

　　 Zhu Jixi was faintly disappointed and said: "I was too **** and asked what I shouldn't ask."

"Hey!"

　　 Fang Xing sighed: "This was a secret, but I think that father and son are good people, so let's take a risk."

　　 "Zhu Jiyi and Fang have an antagonism. There was a conflict in Jinling that year. This time, his majesty appointed Fang to come, and the meaning of this can be considered by the father and the son."

　　 Zhu Jixi reacted in an instant. He looked back at Zhu Meigui and said in tears: "My son, for the father, I finally didn't let you go to Huangquan with you."

"Father!"

　　 Zhu Meigui knelt in front of him, crying bitterly.

　　 Zhu Jixi is trembling

He stood up, touched the top of his head and said: "Being confused for the father for half a lifetime, it hurts you, and also hurts the concubine and Jixiang. This is the fault of the father!"

　　 Jixiang is the maid of the old Jin Wang Zhu Jie, who was given to that by Zhu Jiyi.

"Father……"

　　 The picture of father and son crying, Fang Xing was a little uncomfortable, he and Huang Zhong got up, ready to give up the place to Zhu Jixi and his son.

When 　　 was wrong, Fang Xing said: "If you respect father and son, Fang will of course tell your majesty, don't worry."

When he got outside, Fang Xing smiled bitterly: "No one who can be a prince is good. With this cry, I cried out my grievances and repentance. If I don't tell your Majesty, then it is enmity, hey! People!"

Huang Zhong said helplessly: "When I was in Suzhou Mansion before, I didn't experience much intrigue between the upper and lower officials. Later I felt that participating in it was too exhausting, so I just did things and didn't ask about other things. This gave us a quieter life. "

　　 "It is not a good thing to be maverick in the officialdom. I am forced by the situation. I am not maverick. No emperor can tolerate me. Even the academy will be suppressed. So... it depends on the students!"

　　 "Uncle, as long as the science is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the students of the academy will naturally get twice the result with half the effort after their official career. Although they are not as blessed as Confucianism, we are practical studies!"

　　 Fang Xing stood on the second floor and looked down. Ma San'er was still talking, but it had become a show of information.

"... According to Xing Hebo when he was in Yingzhou, those women were kneeling outside the camp, hoping to spend an evening with his old man and leave a seed. But Xing Hebo and his old man’s seeds are precious. Huawai women, according to...When Xing He Bo left Yingzhou, those women saw them off all the way, that scene, tsk tsk..."

　　 Huang Zhong couldn't help turning his head away, his body trembled slightly.

　　 "These people!"

　　 Fang Xing shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to go back, but saw a sergeant coming up guarding at the gate.

　　 "Uncle, that woman is here again!"

　　 "Which woman?"

　　 Huang Zhong asked, and then patted his forehead: "But the one who followed all the way?"

　　 Sergeant nodded and said: "Uncle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The woman looked pitiful, and really wanted to... break her neck."

"roll!"

　　 Fang woke up and wanted to kick, the sergeant ran off with a smile, and then brought the woman up.

　　 Fang Xing stood on the stairs, looked at the woman, and said coldly: "My subordinates are all warriors who have come out of the fighting field. Your weak posture will only make them want to kill!"

　　 The woman turned her head in surprise, and the sergeant was looking at her neck, with the meaning of killing in her eyes.

"what!"

　　 The woman exclaimed and rushed to the top.

　　 The mouth is slightly open, and a few shell teeth can be seen; the face is shocked, the flower is pale, and it has a special charm...

　　 Fang Xing stepped away sideways, the woman just rushed into the arms of the knife, and also wrapped his arms around his neck.

　　 The face of the sword is red, and his ears are red. He doesn't know how to place his hands, and his body is still trembling slightly.

　　 Shameful rookie!

　　 Fang Xing did not stop, he wanted the knife to feel what a woman was like.

　　 "Go away!"

　　 Sword's timely wakefulness made Fang Xing very pleased, but the woman felt humiliated.

　　 The knife pushed the woman away, angrily said: "A shameless woman!"

　　 The woman who stumbled back to the railing, the young man whose blush had not faded, had some concubine intentions for a while, and Lang had a ruthless sense of picture.