Fang Xing still didn't believe it.

Standing on the long street and looking at the imperial city ahead, Fang Xing suddenly smiled.

Why are you struggling with this?

No matter what their purpose was, the enfeoffment of the kings could not be prevented, otherwise Zhu Gaoxu would dare to go to the Palace of Qianqing.

"Xing He Bo, whose fault?"

A question came from behind.

Fang Xing thought about it seriously, and said, "No one is wrong, it is this time that is wrong."

"when?"

"Yes, at this time, many people think that all this is justified. If you don't give it, it's a problem. If you don't give it, there will be a problem, a big problem."

Fang Xing turned around, looked at Shenyang and asked, "Who can't hold it anymore?"

"The business in Dingguo's family has been cut off a lot..."

"It's impossible for him to give in like this, didn't he make a move?"

"Also...how do I feel that a lot of things have been in the mist recently, I don't bother to inquire, but Dingguo is impossible to retreat, he has no retreat."

Shen Yang nodded, and said in a sigh: "The news that just arrived... is dead."

Fang Xing's heart twitched and asked, "Where? How many people?"

"Deping, more than a hundred people were killed or injured."

"Why do you do it?"

Fang Xing asked rudely.

Shenyang looked ugly and said: "A group of scholars want to enter Beijing, and Cheng Guogong is afraid that they are coming to the capital to make trouble, so they will be intercepted. As a result..."

Fang Xing only felt his heart sink. "There must be someone secretly bewitching. Has anyone been caught?"

No matter how stupid Zhu Yong was, he wouldn't kill him, Fang Xing concluded that there was a plan.

"Someone missed and killed the leading scholar with an arrow, and then it caused a conflict. I couldn't stop it! It is said that there were corpses all over the place at that time, it was miserable!"

Shenyang imagined the scene at that time, and couldn't help but shudder.

It's not that he is timid, he has seen even worse scenes, but that is Daming's enemy and opponent!

"Can't take it anymore, those scholars rushed over... the person who might have been shot had a high prestige, so they were crazy, they went to attack the army, and then they started... You know, at that time, there was a rush of blood and no one called Evacuate, so..."

This is not the end of the Ming Dynasty. There are a lot of **** warriors in the army.

But what about Zhu Yong?

"Duke Dingguo was not there at the time... Xinghe Bo, what your majesty meant..."

...

After a long time, before it got dark, the outside finally learned the news.

Zhu Yong killed someone!

And these scholars just want to hold a poem meeting.

The news was spreading at an unexpected speed.

The capital was the first to bear the brunt. After receiving the news, someone knocked on the outside of the imperial city, only to be stunned with a scabbard by the sergeant guarding the imperial city, and then thrown outside.

This wind cannot rise!

Zhu Zhanji responded in time, and the guard in the capital immediately rose by one level, and there were many more sergeants on inspection.

"Before checking it out, no, there's nothing to check, this matter...press it down!"

Zhu Zhanji didn't even think about punishing Zhu Yong in the past. It was a self-conflict and self-defeating morale.

"Dongchang and Jin Yiwei went down to investigate and find out the ins and outs of this matter. I don't believe it..."

Zhu Zhanji felt that the whole thing was a conspiracy. He sneered and said: "I don't believe that there are things in this world that I can't find!"

The people from Dongchang and Jinyiwei were all out, and the capital was silent for a while.

Fang Xing was very pleased, he felt that this matter would become an opportunity.

"There has been no fierce resistance during the inventory. I thought that the gentry in the north had become less courageous, but who knew that it broke out in Zhu Yong's place..."

Fang Xing felt that the world had reversed the order.

In his view, Zhu Yong is an object that Confucianism can fight for, so he should get closer. And he is a mortal enemy, of course he has to bear any scapegoats.

Huang Zhong felt that his proprietor was a little dazed, and his thoughts were stuck in one place.

"Uncle, they are no lighter than you!"

"Cheng Guogong is now considered to be famous in Shandong, all the reputation of killing and arresting, it has long been not the original."

Fang Xing nodded and laughed at himself: "I always feel that they will not really become opponents, so it is inevitable that they will make mistakes. What is Zhu Yong this time? There are too many celebrities, and they all become dead enemies."

Huang Zhong felt that Fang Xing was going too far.

If he hadn't gone to Yanzhou and forced Zhu Yong to force Zhu Yong, Zhu Yong would only act slowly.

Fang Xing was going to ask Zhang Fu about this. He felt that Zhu Yong would have a close relationship with Zhang Fu.

"I want to set off right away..."

...

The people with the autumn wind have a headache, and the capital is still safe.

An Lun gets up, then washes.

He is not ordinary now, and occasionally can live outside the palace.

His house is not luxurious, not big.

In the stable, the war horse shook his head and hissed, looking extremely happy.

One of its front legs has been clipped, and the medicine is the best medicine, but it can't fall to the ground, and the three legs support it a bit tired.

"Lean on this side."

The genius Ma Maliang, An Lun patted the shelf on the side of the horse ring, the horse slowly moved over on three legs, and then leaned her body on the shelf.

An Lun took out the brush and brushed it, mumbling as he brushed it.

"...I can't give you a bath, just bear it, let's talk about it..."

"... Don't make trouble when changing the dressing, wait a minute..."

An Lun's movements stopped for a while~lightnovelpub.net~ sighed: "They said you can't bring anyone anymore, and you can't run. Tell me, can you?"

The horse shook his head and licked An Lun's face with his big tongue.

An Lun didn't evade, just smiled and touched his face.

One person and one horse got along for a quarter of an hour in the morning light. An Lun confessed to the servants at home to take care of the horses, and then went out to go to the office.

The sun hadn't risen, and the waning moon was still hanging on the horizon, and the city of Beiping illuminated by it was deserted and deserted.

An Lun smelled the broth, as well as the savory pie.

He sniffed, pointed to the stall on the right and said, "I want some potstickers. Let's eat it at noon."

The entourage went over and shouted, "Get dozens of pot stickers and wrap them."

The potsticker business is a young girl. She was frightened by the tone of her entourage. Then she looked up at the expressionless An Lun and cried, "No money, no money..."

The entourage cursed and said, "Who won't give the money anymore? Hurry up and do it!"

Speaking of which he took out the copper coin, he proudly flaunted: "Make it well and return the delicious food tomorrow morning."

The girl looked ordinary, she glanced at the coins, nodded timidly, and then quickly turned over the half-cooked Yiguo Tie.

The fragrance emanated, and the follower looked at the girl's chest trembling slightly with the action, and couldn't help sniffing, a little restless.

When the pot stickers were finished, the entourage touched a handful of the girl's hand while giving the money, and turned around triumphantly in the girl's exclamation.

An Lun, who was guarded by the two fans, was still expressionless.

After arriving at the East Factory, An Lun entered the room and followed triumphantly and boasted about how good the figure of the girl selling pot stickers was and how the little hands were...rough, it was a pity.

"Gong Cheng has returned to Beijing!"