In the Ganqing Palace, various different gazes were looking at Zhu Zhanji, with some relief, some mixed joys and sorrows, and even some malicious intentions...

"Grandpa Emperor, I, the Ming Dynasty, should let the aliens fear their power but not be virtuous!"

Zhu Zhanji's voice, which had just passed the snoring period, echoed in the spacious palace.

"My virtues of the Ming Dynasty can only be given to the people of the Ming Dynasty, but the alien race is not worth it!"

Zhu Di looked at his grandson with a blank expression, rubbed the newly replaced paperweight with his right hand, and said for a long time: "Take it, Lingchi!"

"Your Majesty, please spare me..."

"Your Majesty, when Na Xinghe Bo was leaving, he told the guards of the sea gate. He said he would come back and would take a fleet covering the sky and the sun to Japan... Xinghe Bo is unfaithful, Your Majesty!"

Zhang Quanda, who had been chasing, was finally awakened by Lingchi's fear. He cried and struggled, and even wanted to wake up by climbing the false side to avoid death. However, several guards were familiar with the way to block his mouth and were dragged out immediately.

As the whimper gradually faded away, the palace seemed a bit strange and quiet.

Zhu Zhanji looked around and felt a little depressed, so he bowed and said, "Grandpa, grandson, take his leave."

Zhu Di nodded and waited for Zhu Zhanji to leave before he said quietly: "My crown prince is full of energy, you can be a good assistant."

"Yes, your Majesty."

After a neat response, the ministers retreated.

As for Fang Xing’s rebelliousness, no one would believe this.

Fang Xing’s subordinates are just those few people. Do you want to show me one?

Yang Rong and Xia Yuanji walked together. When he remembered Zhu Di's words, he whispered: "Weizhe, what does Your Majesty mean? Do you think Taisun is good at being taught by Xinghe Bo? Or is he not good at preaching."

Xia Yuanji was thinking about the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue. Hearing this, he said, "Your Highness has been with Your Majesty since he was a child. He knows very well. You are just thinking about letting the Grandson Shoucheng, but do you know what Your Majesty thinks?"

Yang Rong smashed his mouth and shook his head and said, "Your Majesty's cliff is high and steep, I can't understand it!"

The civil servants of the Ming Dynasty hoped that the king would be cultivated according to the model they imagined. In short, it was to be a benevolent monarch.

The so-called success is to rule the king and the civil servants govern this country. It is best for everyone to build a circle of high walls on the edge of the Ming Dynasty that the enemy will never be able to climb, and then...

This is the ultimate dream of many civil servants: Close the door, wouldn’t it be better to study how to achieve the rule of the three generations?

"The vision must be long-term, don't be a frog in the well."

Fang Xing took a shower, changed into household clothes, and said dissatisfied with Zhu Zhanji who was rushing to come: "Where is Wanwan?"

Zhu Zhanji said embarrassedly: "Wanwan went to Tianjie Temple and listened to Master Mingxin's lecture."

That guy who is proficient in hypnosis!

"Brother Dehua, tell me about this Japanese suppression."

Zhu Zhanji said itchy.

Fang Xing felt a little lazy, so he slowly told him about the process of suppressing the Japanese.

"...The Japanese pirates are cunning and cruel. When dealing with them, they must use thunder means and do everything they can. Jingguan is just..."

When he heard Fang Xing cast several super large Jingguans on the side of Jiao River, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Jingguan has been a way for Chinese people to demonstrate their martial arts since ancient times.

"The Goguryeo people also cast Jingguan!"

Fang Xing finally ended with this sentence, which has a very meaningful meaning.

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said, "Brother Dehua, I know what you mean, that is, the alien race is not trustworthy."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Today is a friend, tomorrow may be a great revenge of life and death. This is our relationship with foreign races."

Zhu Zhanji was considering Fang Xing’s layout at that time and asked a few questions from time to time. Of course, Fang Xing was willing to answer.

The New Year is approaching, and Zhu Zhanji is also very nervous, so he stayed for a while and left.

"Young Master..."

As soon as he left the study room, Fang Xing saw Xiaobai guarding the small pavilion outside, with bells at his feet and the opening of the pavilion was rhubarb walking proudly.

Xiaobai happily stepped forward and leaned against Fang Xing, "Young Master, do you think I've grown taller?"

Lingling squeezed between the two of them in Dahuang's disdainful eyes. Fang Xing reached out to tilt downwards on Xiaobai's head, then reached his chin and said disgustedly: "It's still a long way to go!"

Xiaobai pouted and couldn't make her happy, even the bell ran forward and frequently turned around and wagged her tail.

When he arrived at the main room, Zhang Shuhui was stunned when she saw this scene, and then she smiled and asked Fang Xing what he wanted to eat at noon.

Fang Xing did not notice anything abnormal and said covetingly: "Hotpot, hot pot, it must be spicy!"

So I served hot pot at noon.

Looking at the red soup base, Zhang Shuhui had to eat other dishes.

Fang Xing was eating, and suddenly realized that Xiaobai's eating behavior seemed a bit like...

"Who did you learn it?"

Xiaobai widened his eyes and said with confidence: "Last time I followed my wife to attend a banquet, and I saw that those wives were eating like this."

"With the orchids holding the food, counting rice grains to eat?"

Fang Xing said disdainfully: "Don't pay attention to them, we can eat whatever we like."

Zhang Shuhui chuckled lightly, then grabbed a piece of braised fish for Fang Xing.

Xiaobai finally abandoned those delicate and elegant ways of eating. Fang Xing said with satisfaction: "Everyone has different habits. As long as it does not affect others, I can live whatever I want, and no one cares about it!"

After dinner, I woke up before I got to the front.

Ma Su had been waiting in the study and was talking to Huang Zhong about what happened in Jinling recently.

"teacher."

Fang Xing pressed his hands down, then sat in the main seat and asked, "What happened to Jinling after I left?"

Ma Su said something, Fang Xing narrowed his eyes and listened, and gradually became a little sleepy.

"... Recently, someone in the city mentioned learning about the bachelor's degree, saying how talented he was back then and how he made contributions to the country..."

Seeing Fang Xing dozing off, Ma Su got up and prepared to go out with Huang Zhong.

"What happened later?"

Ma Su and Huang Zhong stopped and turned around and saw Fang Xing's eyes open, bright and energetic.

Is this news that important?

Huang Zhong was also a little puzzled. Xie Jin was indeed outstanding back then, so outstanding that he was rarely comparable to civil servants.

But isn't he in the imperial prison?

Fang Xing rubbed his eyebrows and whispered: "Go and invite the grandson."

Ma Su was stunned, and Huang Zhong had already reacted. A trace of shock appeared on his face and he quickly asked, "Brother, what do you mean..."

Seeing Huang Zhong's right hand pointing like a knife and swinging it down, Ma Su's face turned pale and hurried to Ma Fang.

Huang Zhong said in disbelief: "My Master, Your Majesty has no intention of dealing with Master Jie. Who dares to attack him?"

Fang Xing rubbed his temples and said after a long time, "How long has Master Jie been imprisoned? Why didn't he mention it early or late, but he just mentioned it at this time?"

Fang Xing had some memories. He remembered that Xie Jin seemed to be buried in the snow and frozen to death by Ji Gang.

"snow!"

Fang Xing looked at the sunshine outside and felt a little enlightened.

Zhu Di should have been in Peiping at this time, but because the prince checked the military status of his personal guards, he went directly from Peiping to Jinling.

"Go and ask if Mr. Xie is in Peking or Jinling at this time."

When Huang Zhong saw Fang Xing’s expression was a little strange, he hurried to find Xin Laoqi.

Fang Xing sat alone in the study, racking his brains to think about what year Xie Jin died.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out after all.

The thirteenth year of Yongle is coming, and the spring examination that was originally planned to be held in Peking has also been changed to Jinling.
Chapter completed!