"It's the young master!"
Xiaobai was weeping, but a cow's cry in the wind and rain made her stand up at once.
"Bang dang!"
The short knife fell to the ground, and Xiaobai listened carefully.
"Moo!"
It's the cow, it's the old cow pulling the cart!
Xiaobai cried with joy and rushed into the heavy rain.
"It's the young master, I won't hear it wrong, it must be that the young master is back!"
As soon as Zhang Shuhui's hand moved, the pen was chaotic.
She simply crumpled up the half-written paper and was about to rewrite it, but the familiar sound of footsteps came to her ears.
"Young master, you can be counted as coming back, if you don't come back, I'll ......
Woooooo ” Zhang Shuhui got up slowly, propped up the table with her hands, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Fang Xing rushed in with a cool breeze, saw Zhang Shuhui standing on her back, and then saw the knife on the ground, and the scissors placed on the table.
For a moment, Fang Xing felt that his throat and eyes were dry, and his eyes were a little hot: "Honor, I'm back." ” Zhang Shuhui turned around with teary eyes, looked at Fang Xing, who was soaked all over, and was ready to pounce.
"Young Master!
Is the young master back?
” Fang Xing opened his hands and prepared to welcome his wife into his arms, but the firelight and shouting outside made him stop hugging him.
"Young Master!"
Jay Fang rushed to the courtyard with a few male servants, but he himself rushed in regardless of his scruples.
"Uncle Jay, I'm fine."
After this crisis, everyone's hearts are a lot closer, and Fang Xing also changed his name to uncle.
"The old slave doesn't dare."
Fang Jay looked at Fang Xing, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief until he found no wounds.
"What about Xin Laoqi's killing material?
I didn't bring an umbrella for the young master!
” "This damn Xin Laoqi, I ......"
Fang Jielun felt that his actions were a little inappropriate, so he muttered and wanted to quit, but Fang Xing stopped him and said, "Uncle Jay, you bring two bottles of wine over, Lao Qi will give one bottle over there, and you will stare at Ma Su for me to drink the other bottle, at least you must be drunk." ” Fang Jay left with two bottles of liquor, and Xiaobai rushed into Fang Xing's arms, crying in a mess.
"Okay, young master, I have the blessing of the gods, and all evils will not invade."
When Fang woke up and listened to Xiaobai's lack of movement, he looked down, okay, this girl actually fell asleep like this.
"I'll take her back first, and then come back to take a shower."
Fang Xing picked up Xiaobai and said softly.
Zhang Shuhui pressed her fingertips under her eyes and hurriedly asked the maid to boil water.
Xiaobai lives in the wing room on the side, and the interior style looks a little big, just like her character.
Covered Xiaobai with a thin quilt and closed the door of the wing, Fang Xing turned around and saw Jay Fang with a sigh on his face.
"Uncle Jay, but what's wrong?"
The rain was pouring down, and the two stood under the eaves, feeling the coolness of that autumn day.
Jay Fang wiped his face, not knowing what he wanted to erase.
"Young master, back then, the old man was involved in the prince's case and was pulled down by the slander of the King of Han."
Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, thinking that Fang Honggradually was not that important, right?
The crown prince Zhu Gaochi has a calm personality and a gentleman's style, but his personality is a little soft.
In addition, his body is obese and he also has foot diseases, so he has never been liked by Zhu Di.
There are two forces in the current dispute between the princes, and most of its Chinese official system supports the current prince Zhu Gaoji, and has persuaded Zhu Di, who wants to be more princely, several times.
And the other force, that is, the Xungui system, most of these people followed Zhu Di's rebellion to make a fortune, so they have always disliked being suppressed by civil officials, and of course they don't like the prince who is more like a literati.
The civilian officials controlled the operation of the empire, while the nobles controlled the Ming army, which still maintained its combat effectiveness.
If Zhu Di dies at this time, then a tragedy similar to the Battle of Jingjing will inevitably happen in the Ming Dynasty.
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Therefore, Zhu Di, who knows this, is a little ambiguous in his attitude towards the prince, not only hoping that the prince will stay away from those civil officials, but also hoping that Zhu Gaoxi, who is more like himself, can ......
Fang Xing, who was lying on the bed, had no sleep, his thoughts were thousands, and at the same time, he felt that his stomach was turning upside down, so he quietly got up and went to the backyard.
After the heavy rain, the air was filled with a muddy smell, which was refreshing.
Fang Xing took out a case of beer, sat under the eaves, and drank bottle by bottle.
"Gross!"
In the thatched house, Fang Xing vomited tears coming out, and the smell of human blood seemed to still surround his nose.
In the early morning, the sun shines on the land moistened by rain and dew, and the ground is steaming and white fog is filled.
Fang Xing went to the city early in the morning, which made the two women in the family a little at a loss, so he summoned Jay Fang.
Jay Fang said distressedly: "The young master said that he was going to see his classmates and buy some Western goods by the way." ” "Really?"
Zhang Shuhui didn't believe it, and Jay Fang didn't believe it either, but Fang Xing left with Xin Laoqi early in the morning, and no one had a chance to intercept him.
Outside the city of Beiping, Fang Xing looked at the towering city wall, and said with some embarrassment: "Here is Youyan, and it is also the last line of defense in the north of the Ming Dynasty. ” This is Fang Xing's sincere words, if you look at the map of the Ming Dynasty at this time, you will find that Beiping is almost surrounded by aliens on the grassland, once the nine sides are broken through, it will be a critical moment for the soldiers to besiege the Beijing division at any time.
And this has been confirmed in Fang Xing's memory, from the siege of Beiping by the tile stabbing soldiers after the Tumubao Incident, to the late Ming Dynasty being broken by Li Zicheng, and the martyrdom of Chongzhen Coal Mountain, the descendants of the old Zhu family have adhered to the belief of Chengzu Zhu Di.
"The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies."
This is a tragic era, the alien races on the grassland are staring at the fat Ming all the time, but the Ming is a behemoth after all, and no one dares to say that it will win lightly before it itself is not rotten.
"Acts of God?
I think it's more of a man-made disaster!
” After paying the gate tax, the ox cart entered the city of Beiping.
Fang Xing remembered that when the city was besieged, the outside of Beiping City had almost become a grassland of different races, and he felt a burst of irritability in his heart.
What about my children and grandchildren?
Although Fang Xing didn't have a child yet, when he thought of the tragic situation of his children and grandchildren being cut down by aliens, he held a sulk in his chest.
When he arrived in the city, Fang Xing also deliberately went to the periphery of the Forbidden City under construction to take a look.
At this time, the construction site could not see the glorious imperial city in the future, countless servants were busy, and the thick and strong wood that Fang Xing had never seen before was dragged out of the deep mountains and old forests one by one and transported here to build a palace.
"Teacher, this people's power is wasted here, and it is useless for the country!"
Ma Su felt that this project was a waste of national strength, just for the emperor's personal enjoyment and face, which was too worthless.
Fang Xing smiled: "Ma Su, don't learn from those rotten Confucians, Your Majesty is preparing to set the capital of Beiping, just to face the soldiers of foreign races, so this is a great thing!"
” "Secondly, the so-called face, in our Ming Dynasty, the emperor's face is equivalent to the face of the Ming Dynasty, do you want Your Majesty to receive those tributaries in the humble palace?"
Ma Su was a little puzzled, and the education he received told him that the king is light and the people are important.
As long as the common people can eat enough, then it is the great rule and prosperity of the Confucian fantasy.