In the south of the city, a newly built building bathed in the morning light.

The eaves and black tiles are flying, and the huge pillars look like guards in the dark environment.

The military bosses have arrived, and Fang Xing is late.

The wind in the early morning made people's face hurt. Fang Xing got off his horse and walked over, bowing and saying, "Mr. Fang is late."

Xue Lu nodded and said, "Xinghe Bo, why not find a house in the city to live in, and you will be spared the hard work of waiting to enter the city."

Meng Ying smiled and said, "Meng knew that a house was a good location and had all the buildings inside. You can move in just a little bit. Qian Chaoxing and Bo must be in no shortage. If you want, Meng is willing to be a person."

Before Fang Xing could answer, Zhang Fu said to him: "He is unhappy to enter the city. He always feels that the smoke and dust in the city are a little more intense, and it is not as quiet as the village."

Meng Ying sniffed and felt it was a little pungent, so she looked up and took a look.

Under the influence of the morning light, the sky looked slightly blue, and the waning moon in the sky was still not yet set, a lonely picture.

“It’s all smell of soot!”

Since the call for protection of trees, the capital has been inspiring the people to burn coal, so now every time it is time for dinner, there is a pungent smell in the capital.

"Is this Dehua's idea?"

Xue Lu also thought this smelled bad, but it became more popular.

Fang Xing walked around in place and said, "It's mine, it's my idea. It's one thing to be afraid of the smell of smoke and dust. I'm more about finding a leisurely place. If I stay in the city, I will inevitably be troubled by human feelings every day and be very annoying."

The others couldn't help laughing, and Zhang Fu said, "Friends are human relationships when you walk around, but you don't walk around! It won't take long to lose any love."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that Fang Xing's relatives stopped talking after Fang Hongjian caused trouble. Someone said some vague words to him in private, then coughed, walked over and whispered: "Now you are also the count of the National Bureau. At least you will go and look for it so that others will not say you are cold-hearted and unhappy in the future!"

The so-called explanation basically refers to the evaluation of the other party awakening in history.

According to convention, these evaluations are mostly written by civil officials and important officials. These people are eager to find Fang Xing’s loopholes to attack, so Zhang Fu’s reminder is right.

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment and was vague: "Well, let's go and have a look."

Since he got here, no relatives have ever been to each other, so he also found this a little strange and lucky.

In the past, it was the Fang family that it was normal for relatives not to interact with each other.

But the Fang family has been well developed for many years, so don’t those relatives come to find a relative?

This is really evil!

Fang Xing shook his head and prepared to look back and have someone look for it. At least it was a contribution to the Fang family.

At this time, the people from the Ministry of Rites came, and the leader was Hu Yi.

"I have met all the generals. Your Majesty will arrive later. Let's prepare for each of you."

Seeing that these martial merits were all wearing soldiers' clothes, Hu Yi thought they didn't see it. After Yan Dajian was beaten, the Ministry of Rites made up their minds that we would just do our duty and not have any extra matters.

Anyway, making jokes is also a joke for warriors!

Zhang Fu was present with the highest titles, and he immediately shouted: "Let them come!"

Someone agreed and then trotted backwards.

The neat footsteps gradually came, and everyone stood solemnly on the side.

When the civil servants came, they felt a little embarrassed when they saw this scene. No one spoke and they all gathered quietly on the other side.

The sound of footsteps was right in my ears, and against the purple color in the sky, an array of invisible heads slowly came.

"Have the artillery in place?"

Zhang Fu asked in a low voice, today they abandoned the proposal of civil servants as etiquette officials, and instead the warriors came on their own.

Fang Xing nodded. Today he will be the etiquette officer, and Zhang Fu and the others are the main priests.

He walked to the side with his back facing the Martyrs' Temple.

The wheels rolled gently, and countless cannons were pushed to the side of the Martyrs' Temple.

"Check the cannon, I don't need to do anything wrong. Those dead brothers can turn into unjust souls and kill you!"

Shin Yeo lowered his voice, but seeing that everyone was serious, he gave up on his plan to kick and beat him. He just looked at the wall beside him and sighed: "I didn't expect it!"

There were many people who didn't expect.

Martial arts can also have ancestral halls to worship. Who would have thought of it a few years ago?

The footsteps gradually lowered, as if they were afraid of shocking their souls.

Teams of people stopped in front of the Martyrs' Temple, and then lined up silently, leaving a passage in the middle.

In front is the Firearms Guard, and the Jubaoshan Guard, which lacks a thousand-household office, is right in front, followed by the Zhuque Guard, Xuanwu Guard, Shenji Camp, etc.

The array is getting longer and longer.

Teams of sergeants slowly lined back in the purple, silent.

Zhu Zhanji is here.

Shen Hao's troops who were on the rotation last night came with him.

He sat on the horse's back and looked at the silent arrays bathed in the purple, his heart throbbing.

The array is silent, like a sculpture.

He rode his horse in the middle of the array, with warriors behind him.

This is the time for the emperor!

Martial arts is the most reliable power of the emperor!

The arrays on both sides bowed their heads silently, like the harvest of rice ears, blown by the wind, bowed their heads one by one.

The civil servants watched this scene silently.

Their eyes are complicated and fearful!

The emperor Chongwu is a disaster for them!

So they were afraid and suppressed them hard.

But in the end, I can't suppress that power!

The emperor stood on the side of the warriors, and the literati could only try their best to maintain the situation and wait for the opportunity.

When he reached the middle of the array, Zhu Zhanji suddenly dismounted and walked over.

This is respect for warriors!

Yang Rong looked at the opposite side and saw someone crying.

The emperor is getting more and more aware of the human heart!

The soldiers looked at the emperor with more fanaticism!

What will this fanaticism bring?

disaster?

It’s still endless killings, and the territory that cannot be seen at first sight...

Zhu Zhanji saw these fanaticisms and thought of a lot.

The Ming Dynasty needs to be bigger!

He remembered Fang Xing's proposal of "the sun never set", and also the north where Zhu Di was obsessed with.

There is a great enemy in the north!

This is Zhu Di's obsession throughout his life, and he will never stop until death!

The north!

No, it's every direction!

The Ming Dynasty will attack from all directions until it looks around and will be invincible again!

Across the world!

He remembered the fanaticism in his eyes when Fang Xing mentioned this!

He smiled slightly. The Ming fleet had no opponents on the sea. Could it be considered as traversing all over the world?

He nodded, Yes, the world is still big, and the Ming Dynasty needs to be stronger!

Then let us build larger and better warships!

Then, let us travel around the world!

He walked out of the array and slowly turned around.

"Long live your Majesty!"

Rows of arrays slowly knelt down on one knee, like wheat seedlings in the morning breeze.

These wheat seedlings will grow slowly until they are tall...

He nodded slightly, said calmly with majesty: "Flat!"
Chapter completed!