Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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At lunch, the leaders gathered again, and when Atai announced the plan, the audience was silent. Dust? Fate? Wen ↑ Xue ↘ Net

Fang Xing squinted at the group of people and said arrogantly: "This is what your majesty meant. Tartar should be under the jurisdiction of King He Ning to get Daming's support."

Zhu Di is still waiting and watching, wanting to see if Tatar can completely reconcile, and then he will be given titles, such as the former slave Gandusi.

The people below were expressionless, Atai shook his head slightly at Fang Xing, indicating that it was not feasible.

Fang Xing got up and said: "Three days, three days later Ben will see the people, otherwise... Ben will let you know what Da Ming's anger is!"

Fang Xing walked away, Atai sat blankly, like a...puppet.

Yes, he was originally a puppet. He used to be Alutai's puppet, but now he has become Daming's puppet.

Soon, only Chahan remained in this group.

Chahan frowned and said, "Master, Xinghe Uncle is too anxious to make this! Maybe it will irritate them."

Atai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "They are all ambitious people, it's best to clean up everything. This grassland cannot tolerate a second master."

Atai forgot that he was not the owner of this grassland, and the anger that was humiliated by the leaders just burst out.

"The Wala people have not had a good winter. If they go to the house, they will be caught in the trap! Go! Go all!"

Atai waved his hands, his complexion flushed.

"Da Ming won't steal our pasture anyway, at least he won't kill our herdsmen for no reason, but they will! Kill the wild, kill! You know how to kill, and then go to **** it! I thought it was before the Song Dynasty! Fool! All idiots!"

Yuelu sent a glass of water over, interrupting Atai's anger.

After drinking the water, Atai's face turned a little dark, and he said to Chahan: "You have to stare at them, and if you find an abnormality, send someone to report immediately."

Chahan nodded and said, "Don't worry, the prince, but will the Ming army do it first?"

Atai said: "No, the Ming army is here to appease, the army is just a demonstration."

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Fang Xing left the matter behind and took the family around on the grassland all day long, but unfortunately there were no prey nearby, so he could only return with regret.

In the past, the Tartars dared not graze in this place not too far from Xinghe Fort. Now it is different. The herders are very satisfied with the forages here and are busy collecting them all day long.

The chieftains did not move after they returned. It is said that several of them wore those boots to patrol at night, flashing in the dark, exceptionally dazzling.

Atai only drank alcohol every day, and only Chahan accompanied him, which seemed weak.

The next day, Fang Xing went out again.

The flowers on the grassland are in full bloom, wandering in it, as if in a fairy tale world.

This is the most beautiful season in the grassland. If a poet is here, he will inevitably chant a few poems.

Xin Laoqi and others all looked at Fang Xing, thinking of such a beautiful scenery, the master had to make a poem how to say it.

Fang Xing also felt a little emotional in his chest, but after thinking about it for a long time, he thought of a song.

"You are a wild horse, but I don't have a grassland..."

Fang Xing held back for a long time, and finally came out these two sentences.

Is this a poem?

Fang Xing turned his head and saw that Xin Laoqi and the others looked weird, as if they were constipated, and coughed dryly: "What do you know? This is postmodern poetry, ahem! Simple and infinite in meaning."

Several people wandered around, Fang Xing from time to time sighed with the flatness of the grassland. If the Central Plains were like this, road construction would save a lot of money.

At noon, a few people found a place to bury the pot and cook, drank a little wine, and the autumn wind was blowing, and they just felt ecstatic.

This is the grassland, which can eliminate all the blocks in your chest.

Fang San's departure made everyone depressed for a long time, and under this environment, they slowly recovered.

The knife is the most clever. He picks flowers after eating, and he makes a garland of colorful flowers. One is hung on the neck of each horse.

Wandering slowly for a while, estimating the time, returning to the camp just in time for dinner, Fang Xing and others are ready to go back.

After riding a mile back, there was a rush of horseshoes behind him, and Xin Laoqi shouted, "Fang Wu, go and have a look."

Fang Wu rode his horse and rushed out. Not long after, a black spot appeared on the horizon. Fang Wu had a few words after meeting him, and then the two of them rushed over together, seeming to be a little anxious.

Shortly afterwards, the man's appearance was also clearly seen, and Fang Xing had some impressions.

"Master, he is King Hening's guard!"

The man said a lot of things excitedly, and the knife translated: "Master, he said he found a Ming man in front of him, and he was chopped into serious injuries."

"Why not save it?"

Fang Xing asked sharply.

The knife translated, the man gestured excitedly.

"Master, he said that the man's leg was broken, and he yelled in pain when he hugged his horse. But he brought a token."

The man took out a sign from his arms, Fang Xing's eyes shrank, and he shouted: "Go, let's go take a look."

Fang Xing rushed out first, and Xin Laoqi took the sign and said, "It's Jin Yiwei. Maybe he found something wrong, so he should leave."

The group immediately followed the man on horseback.

The horseshoe stepped on, and the petals fell. Gradually, the flower branch slowly bounced again, like a suppressed grass seed. When spring comes, it can always stubbornly break through all barriers.

Galloping all the way, an hour later, there is a small river in front of him, and the man in front of him suddenly speeds up.

Xin Laoqi took out his bow and arrow and shot it without hesitation.

"Ah..." An arrow hit the horse's ass, and the crazy man stood up, and the man fell.

The knife almost rushed along with the arrow. After the man fell off the horse, he wanted to get up. The knife kicked him in the face, and suddenly there was a horrible howl like a pig.

Xin Laoqi strode over, grabbed the man and spit out him with a punch. The knife immediately yelled and asked: "Who sent you here? Say, otherwise I will drag you to death with a horse!"

The man suddenly slammed his head into Xin Laoqi, who leaned back, but the man took the opportunity to choke his neck.

Fang Xing shook his head, thinking that this person was utterly stupid. This was a flaw that Xin Laoqi deliberately sold, and he was habitually selling flaws.

Sure enough ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Those hands just touched Xin Laoqi's neck, and his head moved forward instead of retreating.

After a dull sound, the man's hands fell weakly, Xin Laoqi let go, and he fell to the ground, his eyes rolled white.

Fang Xing shouted: "Old Qi, don't ask, take him down."

When Xin Laoqi heard the words, he found a rope to tie up the man, Fang Xing said in a deep voice, "Lao Qi will take someone to go first, I have my own way to get there."

Fang Si anxiously said, "Master, how can you be alone..."

"To shut up!"

Xin Laoqi shouted: "Follow the master's arrangement and we will leave immediately!"

Only Xin Laoqi can believe Fang Xing unconditionally, even if Fang Xingming gets the moon down, he will compliment: "Master is amazing!", and then just do what he should do.

When Xin Laoqi disappeared with a person from his sight, Fang Xing flashed in place, riding on a cross-country motorcycle for some reason.