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 vassal kings could no longer stop their feudal titles, otherwise Zhu Gaoxu would dare to attack the Ganqing Palace.

"Xing and Bo, who is wrong?"

A question came from behind.

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

"when?"

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

Fang Xing turned around, looked at Chen Yang and asked, "Who can't hold on?"

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

"It's impossible for him to surrender like this, didn't he take action?"

"And... Why do I feel like many things have been in the fog recently? I'm too lazy to inquire. But Duke Ding couldn't retreat, and he had no way out."

Chen Yang nodded and said with a sigh: "The news that just arrived...is dead."

Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Where? How many people?"

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

“Why do you do it?”

Fang Xing asked roughly.

Chen Yang said with a ugly expression: "A group of scholars wanted to enter Beijing. Duke Cheng Guo was afraid that they would come to Beijing to cause trouble, so he asked someone to intercept him, but the result..."

Fang Xing felt his heart sinking, "It must be someone who secretly bewitched, but have you caught someone?"

No matter how stupid Zhu Yong was, he would not start a big killing. Fang Xing concluded that someone was planning it here.

"Someone failed and shot the scholar who led the lead with an arrow, which triggered a conflict and could not stop it! It is said that the corpses were everywhere at that time, and it was so miserable!"

Chen Yang couldn't help but shivered when he imagined the scene at that time.

This is not his timidity. He has seen even worse scenes, but it is the enemy and opponent of the Ming Dynasty!

"I can't stop my hand, the scholars rushed over... the man who might have been shot was high in prestige, so they went crazy and actually rushed to the military formation and then took action... You know, at that time, when the blood rushed, no one called to evacuate, so..."

It was not the late Ming Dynasty. There were many bloody brave men in the army, and the heroes should not be humiliated, otherwise blood would be splattered three feet long.

But what about Zhu Yong?

"Duke Ding was not here at that time... Xinghe Bo, what does Your Majesty mean..."

...

Most of the day later, before it was almost dark, the outside world finally learned the news.

Zhu Yong killed someone!

And these scholars just want to hold a poetry meeting.

The news was spreading rapidly at an unexpected speed.

The capital was the first to be hit. After receiving the news, someone knocked on the palace outside the imperial city, but was knocked out by a scabbard of the soldiers guarding the imperial city and threw it outside.

This wind cannot rise!

Zhu Zhanji responded in time, and the alertness of the capital immediately increased to a higher level, and there were many more soldiers patrolling the city.

"Before I check it out, no, there is nothing to check, this matter... is suppressed!"

Zhu Zhanji didn't even think about going to punish Zhu Yong, because he was self-disrupting and self-destructing morale.

"I don't believe it if I go down to check the whole story of this matter..."

Zhu Zhanji felt that the whole thing was a conspiracy, and he sneered: "I don't believe there is anything in this world that I can't find!"

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

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

"There has never been any fierce resistance during the investigation. I thought the gentry in the north had become less courageous, but who knew it broke out with Zhu Yong..."

Fang Xing felt that the world was a little inverted.

In his opinion, Zhu Yong is the object that Confucianism can fight for, so he should get closer. And he is a mortal enemy, so of course he has to take the blame if he has any blame.

Huang Zhong felt that his boss was a little crazy and his thoughts were stuck.

"Brother, they are not as light as you!"

"Duke Cheng is now famous in Shandong. He is all killed and his reputation is no longer the same as before."

Fang Xing nodded and said self-deprecatingly: "I always think they won't really become opponents, so it's inevitable that they will make mistakes. What is Zhu Yong this time? He has also said too many words of fame, and they all become dead enemies."

Huang Zhong felt that Fang Xing was a little too much.

If he hadn't gone to Yanzhou to force Zhu Yong for a while, Zhu Yong would have only acted slowly, and wouldn't he have the same style as the lightning and thunderous sounds behind him.

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

"I'm going to set off right away..."

...

People have a headache when the autumn wind blows, and the capital is still safe.

Anlun got up and then washed up.

He is now a very special person and can occasionally live outside the palace.

His house is not luxurious or large.

In the horse circle, the war horse shook his head and neighed, looking extremely happy.

One of its front legs has been clamped. The medicine is the best medicine, but it cannot fall to the ground. It is a bit tired if it supports the three legs.

"By this way."

The genius Mamaliang, An Lun patted the shelf on the side of the horse ring, and the war horse slowly moved over with its three legs, and then leaned its body against the shelf.

An Lun took out a brush and brushed it, muttering while brushing it.

"...I can't give you a bath, so just hold it up, and then let's talk about it..."

"...Don't make trouble when changing the dressings, wait..."

An Lun stopped his movements and sighed: "They said you can never take anyone and can't run anymore. Tell me, can you?"

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

An Lun didn't hide, just smiled and touched its face.

Each man and a horse were together in the morning light for a quarter of an hour. An Lun told the servants at home to take care of the horses, and then went out to the yamen.

Before the sun rose, the waning moon was still hanging in the sky, making the city of Peking cold and deserted.

An Lun smelled the broth and the smell of the baked pancake.

He sniffed, pointed to the stall on the right and said, "I'll have some pot stickers and eat it after hot at noon."

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

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

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

As he said that, he took out the copper coins and proudly showed off: "Make it well, it's delicious and it's back tomorrow morning."

The girl looked ordinary in appearance. She glanced at the copper coins, nodded timidly, and then quickly turned over the half-cooked pot stickers.

The fragrance emanated, and the follower watched the girl's chest trembling slightly as she moved, and couldn't help but sniff, feeling a little restless.

When the pot sticker was finished, the entourage touched the girl's little hand while giving the money, and turned around proudly amid the girl's screams.

An Lun, who was escorted by two actors, was still expressionless.

After arriving at the East Factory, An Lun entered the room. The follower proudly bragged to others about how good the girl selling pot stickers was and how her little hands were... rough, it was a pity.
Chapter completed!