Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

When a purple light appeared on the side of the day, Fang Xing, who was camping outside Tianshou Mountain, also got up.

He got out of the tent, first went to see the situation of his wife and children, and then went to wash.

The family members all got up and started to make a fire for breakfast.

When the gruel with mushrooms and dried fish and shrimps began to emit a fragrance, Zhang Shuhui's carefree spirit ran over.

"father!"

Morning dew soaked the campsite, Fang Xing said with a smile, "Run slower and be careful of slipping."

The family had a delicious breakfast, and then took a short walk to look at the surrounding scenery before they were ready to set off.

The women just got in the car, and Xin Laoqi turned around to look at the mausoleum, and said in a deep voice, "There are horses!"

Fang Wu and Xiaodao lay on the ground and listened.

"Master, just a horse!"

Fang Xing nodded, then looked at the way out.

The sound of the horse's hoof gradually became clear, and Xin Laoqi put down his binoculars and said: "Master, I am a sergeant guarding the mausoleum."

Yiqi rushed out and slowed down when he saw Fang Xing and his party. Then the sergeant dismounted and said, "Uncle, the servant you saw yesterday went."

"Sun Xiang went?"

Fang Xing squinted slightly and asked, "How did he get there?"

The sergeant said: "In the early hours of the morning, the brothers went to check as usual. It was so dark, and he saw the servant kneeling in front of the gate with his hands folded. He was already frozen hard."

Fang Xing was stunned, then lowered his eyes slightly, wondering what it was like in his heart.

He didn't know why Sun Xiang used this method to end his life, but judging from the situation before he left, there was no sign of others intervening.

"Uncle, the old servant is pulling weeds at Shinto all day, and his eyes are not good. He fell a few times and he lived like a piece of wood."

The words of the sergeant made Fang Xing think of something, and he nodded, "You go report it."

Fang Xing lost his interest in playing, but he still managed to fight with his family slowly.

It was noon on the third day of the mountain after returning to the capital.

Fang Xing sent his wife and children back to the village, and then entered the palace.

He only met with Sun Xiang, and Sun Xiang knelt in front of the gate in the evening. If this matter is not reported to Zhu Zhanji, it is really unclear.

In particular, Sun Xiang used to be the No. 2 person in charge of the Li Supervisor, and later became the factory superintendent of the East Factory. He knew a lot of privacy.

"Is it for An Lun?"

Zhu Zhanji felt a little surprised, but he wouldn't suspect that Fang Xing had forced Sun Xiang to death because it was unnecessary.

"Yes, some people said that An Lun was staring at Yan Dajian's son. I was afraid that he wanted to take some dangerous moves, so I asked Sun Xiang. Sun Xiang said that An Lun's loyalty should not be doubted."

Fang Xing wanted to know Zhu Zhanji's attitude towards this, but Zhu Zhanji was silent for a moment before giving a vague answer.

"An Lun told me about Yan Dajian before, so leave it alone for now."

Fang Xing nodded.

There were many things the emperor would not tell outsiders, and he would only hold it back by himself, so Fang Xing did not ask.

When he retired and went out of the palace all the way, he met An Lun, who looked as usual.

When the two saw the ceremony, An Lun went to see the emperor, and Fang woke up and went home to rest.

After a while, news came that An Lun hurried to Tianshou Mountain with a team of people.

Is this going to be collected?

Fang Xing didn't know what the relationship between Sun Xiang and An Lun was, but Sun Xiang was destined not to be buried in Tianshou Mountain. The rest was up to An Lun's.

The death of Sun Xiang didn't even cause any disturbance in the capital, and the palace was once again flooded by memorials.

"The monks are all looking for ways to send their children to the martial arts school, especially the children of Xijue. I heard that they are all dancing after hearing the chicken."

Zhu Zhanji convened an enlarged North Korean meeting, and all the honors in Beijing came.

Xu Jingchang hiccups after a while, and seeing Fang Xing and Yang Rong talking, he leaned in and said, "Dehua, uh! My family has to... uh! I have to go to martial arts, uh!"

In an instant, those honorable men looked at this side, and most of those eyes were not good.

Yang Rong stepped back calmly and gave the place to Fang Xing and Xu Jingchang, and then gathered together to talk with a few bachelors of auxiliary politics.

"Who is willing to practice hard for the children of each family? And the martial arts assessment is so strict, how many can pass? Those honors are bitter...Fang Xing."

"Moreover, those who come out of martial arts are not generals. Those children who have not yet joined the army, wait for the hard work to come out of martial arts, don't they have to start from the general banner officer and the hundred household officers?"

Yang Rong listened to these comments and saw that most of Xun Qi was staring at Fang Xing fiercely, and said: "The gentry is followed by Xun Qi, where is the king?"

Jin Youzi and others stopped talking.

For them, the prince is synonymous with trouble, and it also consumes money and food and disturbs the place.

If Daming's princes were killed by the Thunder of Heaven, they would wake up with a smile in their dreams.

"Uncle Xinghe, I heard that martial arts have to be tested?"

There was Xunqi asking over there, and everyone calmed down and looked at both sides quietly.

Chen Zhong stood in the back, his schadenfreude in his eyes didn't hide it at all.

Fang Xing nodded slightly and said, "Yes, no matter who it is, martial arts must be assessed according to the standard, and those who fail can only go home."

Na Xunqi sneered and said, "Dare to ask your son if he has gone in for the assessment?"

The atmosphere immediately became enthusiastic. Not only was it honorable, but many civil servants were watching Fang Xing with a smile.

It’s not bad to go through the back door, but don’t advertise!

Where to put your awake face now.

Under all eyes, Fang Xing said indifferently: "If you don't know it, Dogzi has already been assessed."

There was a burst of laughter, but it was a ridiculous smile.

That Xunqi said proudly: "Ben Hou also knew a few people in martial arts, but he didn't hear about Fang Han's assessment, Xing Hebo, did it happen at night?"

"Yes! Ben Bo also knows some people, so I never heard the news that Fang Han passed the assessment."

"There is no block in the Wuxue school. If it is tested, everyone can see it."

"Is it evaluated in a dream? Hahahaha!"

The emperor probably hated most of these honorees, but they didn't dare to understand their hatred, so they had to turn their target to Fang Xing.

In the final analysis, they just want to break their iron rice bowl.

Fang Xing nodded, and said seriously: "Yes, it was evaluated in a dream."

At this time, an **** came out, everyone hurriedly formed a team, and then filed in.

After entering the hall, Zhu Zhanji came later and everyone saluted.

"I heard that Zhuqing's children were dancing after hearing the chicken?"

Zhu Zhanji's first sentence made people feel cold.

It seems to be true to break the iron rice bowl!

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "This is a good thing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If there are motivated and useful, I will naturally put them in a suitable place."

"I have received a lot of memorials in the past few days, most of which are for my children to study martial arts. This is also a good thing."

Zhu Zhanji encouraged: "It's never too late to make progress. I just wait and wait for your good news."

These words are encouragement, but they are empty words.

Say it anyway, let our children go directly to Wuxue!

As for the examination, isn't that the patent of the civilians and the students selected from the military?

Zhu Zhanji's refusal to speak means that their children have to continue to practice if they want to enter martial arts.

And among the honorable men present, dare to say that at most one-fifth-sixth of their children can safely pass the assessment.

Someone glanced at Fang Xing and felt angry, and couldn't help but leave the class and said, "Your Majesty, the minister heard that Fang Han from Xinghe's family will enter the martial arts school."

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said, "I know this."

What do you want to say? Zhu Zhanji frowned and looked at this honor, the emperor's coercion came on instantly.

The honorary looked at Fang Xing again, and saw that he still looked like an old god, and gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, the minister heard that Fang Han has not been assessed. And when he was outside, Xing Hebo also admitted that Fang Han was in martial arts. Not tested."

This is obviously cheating, your Majesty!

When someone comes out, they will naturally follow up.

"Your Majesty, the courtier is weak, but he has some talent in the art of war."

"Your Majesty, courtier..."

This is a shining forced palace.

Your Majesty, the son of your pet can avoid trying to enter, what about our son?

"Who said Fang Han hadn't been assessed?"

These honorees were stunned, and then looked at the civilian officials in grief and indignation.

The emperor has started to shelter and wake up, don't you impeach it?

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