Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"what!"

　　 Women's screams are always annoying, of course, the exception is like Xiaoniaoyiren.

　　 The two women screamed and fled back. Chang Jianxun smiled and said, "Timid as a mouse!"

　　 There are so many extravagant hopes for these Outland women, that's why they dared to intervene, but she miscalculated Zhu Gaoxu and regarded him as an ordinary person, and the result was a single cut.

　　 Fang Xing took a sip from the wine glass, and said, "His Royal Highness needs to remember one thing. When you get there, you must rely on your own person."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu nodded and said: "This king knows this, now I just think about **** the enemy!"

　　 There is a sense of sorrow in his words, and the evil spirit that has accumulated for many years needs to find a place to vent.

　　 Fang Xing had no sympathy for those people, and said: "So the Central Government can look forward to Huazhou's early stability."

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　　 Jinling, the sun makes people sweat, but a group of people are still standing by the dock waiting.

　　 When the fleet drew ashore, officials swarmed to greet him, but Fang Xing, who disembarked, only faintly explained a few things.

　　 "You don't need to worry about your highness, and be prepared to go to sea, and those exiled people will be taken away this time. Okay, let's go back."

　　 Fang Xing drove away the local officials like a fly, and then went to Zhongshan with Zhu Gaoxu.

　　 Xiaolingwei had already learned the news, and when he saw the dismounted archway, he also saw the sergeants lined up.

　　 "I have seen Your Highness!"

　　 Dismount a hundred steps away, this is the rule.

　　 was about to dismount, Xiaoling guards probably knew that this was the last time Zhu Gaoxu came here to worship, so they were very respectful.

　　 "Change clothes!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu quickly changed his coat, then washed his hands and face. Someone suggested to take a bath, but he scolded him.

　　 "This is the king's own grandfather and grandmother, with the best sincerity."

　　 A group of people passed the stele pavilion, and then entered the Shinto.

Shi Wengzhong on both sides of 　　 stretched all the way forward, and a group of deer swaggered grazing in the meantime. Seeing Fang Xing and others came, they were not afraid.

　　 "This is a longevity deer."

　　 The staff who accompanied them introduced the origins of these deer.

"From the beginning of Emperor Taizu Gao to the present, there have been more and more deer. Sometimes they dare to go to Xiaolingwei to find food. The younger one has already told Shangguan to see if he prepares more fodder from elsewhere. …"

　　 A small deer suddenly tilted his head to look at Fang Xing, his eyes clear and curious.

　　 Fang woke up and walked two steps toward it. Seeing that the deer was still not afraid, he walked to its side and reached out to touch its head.

The big deer beside 　　 yelled softly, and then turned around slowly.

　　 The deer seemed to enjoy Fang Xing's petting a lot. After the deer called again, he followed with reluctance and looked back from time to time.

　　 The deer screamed, and gradually disappeared in the pine forest.

　　 The breeze blows, and the pine waves are blowing, but Zhu Gaoxu is staring blankly at the deer going to the pine forest.

　　 "Wow, the roaring deer, the Ping of Shiye..."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu shook his head slightly, and then moved on.

　　 "The guests are all gone!"

　　The atmosphere gradually became heavier, and when he reached the Wenwu Fangmen, Fang Xing whispered: "Your Majesty, I won't go up."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu nodded, Fang Xing waved his hand, except for Zhu Gaoxu's sons and Chang Jianxun, everyone else was stopped by him.

　　 The little official was so enthusiastic and wanted to slap Zhu Gaoxu's ass, so he said: "Uncle, there are many things and rules above, I am afraid that your highness is sad and confused, or I am still young to help."

　　 Fang Xing sat on his side, with the shade of the tree above his head, and the wind was blowing, very refreshing.

　　 He glanced at the little official and said: "His Royal Highness is about to go out to sea. This is not to pay homage to the emperor, but to bid farewell to grandfather and grandmother."

　　 The little official said in a serpent: "Yes, yes, but the little one is confused."

　　 A group of people were sitting outside the door, and when they saw someone coming up, the little official ran over to ask, and came back to report: "Uncle, there is a Taoist who said that today is the beginning of the world, so come and have a look."

　　Open the world?

　　 Fang Xing looked up, and saw a Taoist standing not far away, with a casual posture, and a bit of fairy style.

　　 Taoist inspectors, and then approached: "The Seven Stars was set when the Xiaoling Mausoleum was built. Some people say that Daming should have the world for three hundred years. Some people say that it will be less than a hundred years and be beheaded. Can Xing He Bo be beheaded?"

　　 Fang Xing said coldly: "Nonsense!"

　　 The Taoist tapped the ground quickly seven times, and said: "From the Xia Mafang, Dajinmen, Liaoxingmen, Yulong Bridge... to Baocheng, it is Qixing going towards..."

　　 "Emperor Wen continued to build after he took the throne, and seeing that it was about to be completed, suddenly there was a spring gushing underground, and the craftsmen were panicked and did not dare to move."

　　 These people were dumbfounded, especially the little official, who agreed with him from the side.

　　 "Although the little one has only been here for two years, he often leaves. I also know that it is the layout of the seven stars."

　　 "How did you come up?"

　　 Fang Xing’s question made the Taoist a little surprised. The little official remembered the question and shouted: "Where did the wild Taoist dare come here to cheat."

　　 Taoist Jishou said: "The poor Tao sees the wild, but they are not the wild Taoist. The poor Tao has visited Xiaoling every three years, and the original horseman knows it."

　　 The little official ran out hurriedly when he heard the words.

　　 "See the wild? This name is a bit weird."

　　 Fang Xing nodded, and said, "What do you want to tell Ben?"

　　 Taoist said: "When the Xiaoling Tomb was built, some people said that the national fortune was less than a hundred years old."

"impossible."

　　 Fang Xing swiftly said: "The demon words confuse the crowd, Ben Bo just wants to cut off your head now. I want to come to Emperor Taizu Gao will be very happy."

　　 The family members slowly surrounded the Taoist priest, and Xin Laoqi even stared at the Taoist shoulder. Once he did it, he had to stand between the Taoist priest and Fang Xing.

　　 The Taoist priest did not panic. He glanced at the Seventh Empress Xin and said, "Why not?"

　　 Fang Xing looked at him coldly, and decided to take the liar to Huazhou, so that the immigrants would have a spiritual sustenance.

　　 Even without me, Daming’s national fortune would have been almost three hundred years old. How could it be less than a hundred years?

　　 "Do you want to go to Huazhou or Nuer Gandusi?"

　　 Fang Xing asked lightly.

　　 Taoist raised his head slightly, looked at the front and said: "If it weren't for Jing Nan, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has less than a hundred years of national luck!"

　　 Fang Xing raised his eyes slightly, frowned and said, "Did you say Jianwen?"

　　 The Taoist priest nodded and said: "If Jianwen was stable, the Ming Dynasty will be short-lived in the end. Fortunately, Emperor Wen will rise up..."

　　 "Who will die?"

　　 "Northern alien!"

　　 Fang pointed to the steps next to him, and the Taoist priest sat down easily.

"How old are you?"

　　 The Taoist priest looked at his beard black, and there were no wrinkles on his face. He estimated that he should be about fifty years old.

　　 Taoist thought for a while, looking very difficult.

　　 "Pan Dao... When Xiao Tomb was built, Pang Dao seemed to be twenty-six."

　　 Fang wakes up for a while, then looks at Xin Laoqi in amazement.

　　Xin Laoqi has been staring at the Taoist priest, and nodded slightly when he heard the words, indicating that the words should not be false.

　　 "Over seventy?"

　　 It was an old Taoist priest in his seventies who could make Xin Laoqi face the enemy, which made Fang Xing a little shocked.

　　 "Master, his hand."

　　 Fang Xing took a closer look, and saw that the green veins on the back of the Taoist hand were rising, the meridians were prominent, and there were many age spots.

　　 This is the old man's hand.

The Taoist priest looked at his hand and laughed: "Emperor Wen continued to build Xiaoling Mausoleum back then, and the spring water was gushing, and the craftsmen were shocked. The poor Taoist proposal needed great work to make the Taizu Gao Emperor feel at ease, so Emperor Wen asked him to take stone from Yangshan. The monument is in the eyes of Emperor Taizu Gao, and tens of thousands of people are busy every day. This is the dynasty atmosphere, and the hearts of the people are available, so the spring is stopped, and there is no more vision. Then the hand of the poor is like this. Fortunately, after the creation, The dynasty has sufficient luck, and it hasn't spread, otherwise the poor road would have become dead bones."