Since Yuan Jiang was killed, Ji Gang has been careful like a mouse, collecting information about his enemies every day.

Recently, Ji Gang's office has been moved to a small courtyard inside. If outsiders want to break in, they have to face multiple snipers first.

In the dim room, the picture of the galloping horse on the wall also seemed a little depressed.

Ji Gang threw the notebook on the table and frowned into the character Sichuan.

"How did that Fang Xing get the favor of Yao Guangxiao?"

Since Yuan Jiang's death, some of his affairs have been transferred to Zhuang Jing, so he was in a very good mood. He smiled and said, "Sir, that's just for the sake of the grandson, otherwise why wouldn't he go alone?"

Seeing Ji Gang's expression still a little serious, Zhuang Jing stepped forward and said, "Sir, that Fang Xing has not taken office yet, why should you look at him differently?"

Ji Gang remembered the look of the prince and grandson looking at him, and his teeth trembled a little. He calmed down and said, "If the prince succeeded to the throne, you will have no place to die!"

Zhuang Jing opened his mouth, not knowing what this matter had to do with Fang Xing.

Ji Gang covered his forehead, feeling that his confidants lacked the talent of knowing Jin.

Thinking of Xie Jin, Ji Gang's eyes were deep, and he sneered: "Fang Xing and Xie Jin are both generals who protect the prince and grandson. If they don't get rid of them, will we just wait and wait for death?"

Zhuang Jing didn't want to die, so he said viciously: "Sir, why don't you send someone to kill him!"

"idiot!"

Ji Gang's eyes were facing the sky, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

"That Fang Xing is the teacher of the Crown Prince. If you kill him, will the Crown Prince not investigate? How about you and I in front of His Majesty, how about the Crown Prince?"

Although Zhuang Jing said very well that Jinling City is the world of Jinyiwei, he dared not talk nonsense on this topic.

"If the crown prince is angry, you and I will have to fight to the death! Do you understand?"

Zhuang Jing said dumbfoundedly: "Sir, you can't let Your Majesty attack us with the crown prince?"

Ji Gang was really angry by this guy and waved his hand, "I would rather be executed by Your Majesty!"

What a joke? If Zhu Di executed Ji Gang, his family might be able to survive, but if it was Zhu Zhanji's turn to take office, the consequences would be much more tragic.

so……

"So you must never let the prince take power!"

...

The weather in Fangjiazhuang was clear but not very hot. Fang Xing took out two small kites and asked Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai to go outside to feast.

Wanwan also shouted that she wanted to go, so two big and two little women, chattering outside.

After the person left, he woke up and went to the front yard.

Zhu Fang has been a little free recently. When he saw Fang wake up, he hurriedly wanted to find an errand.

"Young Master, I'm so frustrated that I'm doing nothing this day!"

Fang Xing looked at the flintlock device clamped on the vise and tried it casually, but a small spark was shot out, which scared him.

"It's not bad!"

This kind of Mars can definitely ignite the *fire-induced medicine. Fang Xing picked up a musket, looked at the medicine pool on the side, and couldn't help but praise: "It's very good. On the side, even if the weather is not good, I guess the ignition rate is guaranteed."

Zhu Fang rubbed her big hands on the side and smiled, "Young Master, I've tried the rifle you mentioned, too."

Fang Xing was moved and said in a terrifying manner: "Oh! Where is it?"

Zhu Fang bent down and took out a barrel from below and handed it to Fang Xing.

"Young Master, this is hooked in with a hook, it took too long."

Fang Xing pointed one end of the barrel at the bright spot, and then looked at the yin and yang curves inside, and felt itchy.

When Zhu Fang saw Fang Xing's excited look on his face, he couldn't help but say his shortcomings: "Young master, it's very difficult to load a barrel of this kind."

Fang Xing looked at the few dark lines and sighed: "Mad! If the diameter of the lead bullet is not large, the sealing will not be guaranteed at all!"

However, there was a smoothbore gun in front of me, and it was a flintlock musket, so Fang Xing was already satisfied.

"Let's take your time, and you will continue to study this kind of rifled musket. I will give you whatever you need!"

Fang Xing was also angry, thinking that he had no shortage of tools, but only time.

With a shock to the Ming Dynasty craftsmen, Fang Xing waved his hand and added a monthly fee of two taels of silver to Zhu Fang every month.

"Husband, what outstanding thing did Zhu Fang do?"

As the wife of the master, Zhang Shuhui must ask about every amount of money.

Fang Xing recalled the ingenuity of the ignition device and praised: "Actually, I think it's less than two taels of silver per month. He created this thing, and those who know the goods can steal the head!"

Zhang Shuhui gave up and even thoughtfully put Zhu Fang's wife back home.

The flintlock rifle is in the middle, and the infantry on both wings are protected, and the cavalry behind them are ready to attack at any time. This kind of scene is spectacular!

The overwhelming team could not see the edge at first sight, and the whistle or drum beats were used to guide the team forward in unison.

"Tsk tsk!"

Fang Xing felt a little drooling.

"Young Master, Jia Quan asks for a meeting."

Fang Xing wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and hurried to the front yard.

When he saw Jia Quan, Fang Xing was about to ask Zhu Zhanji why he didn't come today, but Jia Quan told him some bad news with a serious expression.

"Mr. Fang, someone said you copied it!"

"Plaints? What do I copy?"

Fang Xing was a little confused. He felt that he had not recited poems or published books. Where did he follow these things?

Jia Quan shook his head and said, "This is the news I just received, and I haven't told Your Highness yet. It is said that it was a great scholar named Hong Bingzheng who said that your arithmetic copied his manuscript from that year."

"arithmetic?"

Fang woke up and stopped angry, just sneered: "Where is that great scholar?"

Jia Quan shrank his neck and said, "I heard that he was on the way to Beijing, and I guess he wanted to confront him in person."

This is a slap in the face!

"Jia Quan, do you have information about that Hong Bingzheng? For example, what he is good at."

Jia Quan said awkwardly: "Not yet. After receiving the news, I have sent my brothers to check it out, but it will take some time."

Fang Xing threw away his gloves and said, "Then I want to see what kind of face I, the great scholar of the Ming Dynasty, is!"

When Zhu Zhanji came, Fang Xing had already recovered his peace and was teaching Wanwan to fish by the pool in the backyard.

"Brother Dehua, my father said this, harmony is the most important thing."

Fang Xing handed the fishing rod to the beam protecting Wanwan, then clapped his hands and said, "I won't do it!"

"Brother Dehua, I heard that Hong Bingzheng has a lot of friends and students. If the two sides conflict, I'm afraid you will suffer a loss."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Do you also think my arithmetic was stolen?"
Chapter completed!