The yard was quiet, and Chen Mo came to ask for a visit to Fang Xing, glanced outside, and quickly shrank back.

"Your Majesty is not easy."

Cao Fei said sincerely: "Bo Xinghe, you are resting in Shandong. Your Majesty is walking on thin ice in the capital!"

Fang Xing said, "So I'm going to go back to Beijing today."

Cao Fei nodded and said, "Then our family is not too long-winded. We have to set off and return to Beijing immediately. When the matter of enthroning the crown prince is over, we will go south earlier and find out the thoughts of those below as soon as possible."

Fang Xing wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he didn't say anything.

If we are in the investigation, who is the East Factory and the Jinyiwei are powerful?

...

There were people standing in front of the lobby of the East Factory. An Lun stood on it with murderous intent and said, "What did those traitors say about the eldest son being unvirtuous? This is a slander! This is a illegitimate plan!"

Someone in the lower frame said: "Dad father-in-law, the eldest prince is still young, who is virtuous or not? It can be seen that those thieves have secrets in their hearts. After taking the lead, who dares to make trouble for the rest?"

"Yes, father-in-law, those traitors are quite luxurious at home!"

Even greedy for money was said, An Lun looked at his subordinates coldly, and after the voice became weak, he said, "Who said that Your Highness is not virtuous?"

The difference between the two words "The Great Prince and His Highness" represents the attitude towards corn.

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated and a slight step came out.

He knelt down and then slapped himself hard.

An Lun glanced at him and said, "This time, the riot outside is not the position of the prince, but the position of the prince's teacher. Only when we understand this can we find a place to start with it."

The slap in the face was slapping herself, as if An Lun hadn't seen her.

"Now, Du Qian is enlightening, and then Fang Xing."

An Lun's eyebrows were a little more melancholy, "Du Qian is not at ease. Those people just don't want to see Fang Xing become the prince's teacher. They are afraid that the future prince will become His Majesty's current appearance. Do you understand?"

Only then did the posters below realize that things were not that simple. While their hearts were terrified, some people were thinking about how to avoid this vortex.

Yes, this is a big vortex.

A vortex that can devour countless lives!

An Lun glanced at the slap head, waved his hand slightly, kowtowed like an amnesty, and then got up and went back. His cheeks were red and swollen, but he didn't dare to shout it hurt.

An Lun glanced over his subordinates and finally explained: "How noble the imperial teacher is, and it also involves the struggle between Confucianism and science, but we don't need to worry about this. We only know how to protect the eldest prince ascend the throne to the crown prince. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

There was a voice below and shouting.

An Lun waved his hand with satisfaction, and his subordinates dispersed one after another.

An Lun entered in a little tired, and Chen Shi followed in and made tea for him.

"Dad, there is no problem with your highness as the crown prince. Those people really want the title of Emperor Master, so go and make trouble with Xing and Uncle! Why do you want to hit the bell here with His Majesty?"

An Lun took a deep breath and felt a little inexplicably excited.

"They are afraid that Fang Xing will be dealt with."

Chen Shi said in surprise: "With them, aren't you afraid of Your Majesty?"

An Lun took the teacup and chuckled, "Your Majesty wants to take the overall situation into consideration, but Fang Xing can pretend to be stupid, do you understand?"

Chen Shi understood, and was a little envious of this method of doing things without any fear.

An Lun glanced at him and warned: "We are His Majesty's servants. Once our hearts are wild, then we don't want to take them back."

Chen Shi shivered in his heart and quickly expressed his opinion: "Don't worry, father-in-law, our family knows the right measure."

An Lun nodded, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "There was someone next to Eunuch Sun, and his surname was Chen. Do you know his ending?"

Chen Gui!

Chen Shi lowered his head and said, "Yes, our family should take this as a warning."

An Lun was very satisfied with Chen Shi's tactfulness and said, "Eunuch Sun is already doing well. When you look back, remember to quietly find some monks to recite scriptures."

Chen Shi agreed and then surrendered.

An Lun closed the door, turned around and walked to the row of cabinets, leaned over to unlock the lock.

Later he took out a bag and placed it on the table.

He slowly untied his burden and gradually revealed what was inside.

This is a tablet.

The position of benefactor Sun Xiang!

He placed the tablet on the table and found a small incense burner.

The cigarette was misty, and An Lun was already sitting cross-legged opposite the tablet.

"Father-in-law, I, An Lun, have never forgotten your kindness. I just hope that you can be a human being again and not have to be killed and live freely."

He recited the scriptures silently, and his fingers moved, and the Buddhist beads slowly began to rotate.

"Those soldiers didn't take care of you, so I used a method to send all the soldiers guarding the tombs to Hami..."

He slowly closed his eyes and his lips moved slightly.

The smoke of three incense sticks slowly rose, gradually straightened, and then disappeared in disarray.

"Brother-in-law, Xing and Uncle are back to Beijing!"

I don’t know how long it took, Chen Shi’s voice came from outside.

An Lun let out a long breath and glanced at the incense burner. The three incense sticks had burned out, leaving only three thin wooden sticks of varying lengths.

This is life!

Burning from beginning to end!

An Lun stood up and said in a deep voice: "Just pay attention!"

"yes."

The footsteps outside went away, An Lun walked over to collect the tablet and incense burner, and then opened the door.

The smell of sandalwood rushed out, and then a gust of spring breeze blew, not only blew the smoke in the house back, but also rolled up the corner of An Lun's robe.

...

The spring breeze also blew to wake up.

He brought his servants into the city and arranged for someone to go home to report the letter, but he went to the palace to ask for the emperor.

"Congratulations to Master, the tiger father has no dog son!"

When outside the imperial city, the soldiers laughed and congratulated him when they saw him, but they were talking about Tudou's outstanding performance in the martial arts entrance examination.

Fang Xing smiled and bowed, "It's just a lucky person."

After a few greetings, a soldier saw Fang Xing and asked about the situation of the road in Shandong.

"Brother, if everything is repaired one day, can we go to Jinling to spend the winter? Then come back in spring."

The army is disciplined, so this is of course a luxury.

Fang Xing saw Yu Jia coming out and said, "Even if everything is fully cultivated, the winter in Jinling is so cold that the cold wind is drilling into the bone cracks, which is uncomfortable, unlike ours."

Then he followed Yu Jia into the palace.

Along the way, Yu Jia just smiled and said with great difficulty, and Fang Xing also casually passed by.

With Wang Zhen, the "master" in the palace, Fang Xing felt that Yu Jia's little thoughts were really not enough.

He did not know the root cause of the Tumu Fort Incident, but from the current perspective, many things are probably inseparable from the court at that time.

What will Wang Zhen become?

Fang Xing was more interested in it.

"Hao Xinghe, Your Highness has been to Qianqing Palace recently."

Yu Jia's sudden show of kindness did not move Fang Xing, he just said no.

Yu Jia felt that Fang Xing was a little arrogant and fell silent.

After seeing Zhu Zhanji, Fang Xing briefly talked about the project in Shandong and asked about the enthronement of the prince.

“Go out and say.”

Zhu Zhanji's expression was calm and he was powerful without anger.

When the two of them went outside, Yu Jia was far away.

Zhu Zhanji rubbed his hands and said, "If you write too many words, even your hands will be numb."

Fang Xing nodded.

"The Xunqin and his relatives are very interested in martial arts, but most of their children are unbearable. Even I can't turn a blind eye to this assessment. But I don't think so. I just said that when I recruit students again in the summer, I can come, and my age has been much more relaxed."

Zhu Zhanji's mouth raised slightly, but she smiled sarcastically.

"Martial arts is a way out for me to give their children. If you study hard and do it seriously, then there will be a way out in the future. But looking at their appearance, it is obvious that they have picked up flesh and bones, and they are starting to make trouble inside. It's really a mud that can't be supported on the wall."
Chapter completed!