Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Counting from the Warring States Period, countless kings have made innovations.

　　 There is King Zhao Wuling who is riding and shooting in Hu Fu, Shang Yang who reshapes the skeleton of Daqin; there is the innovation of Emperor Xiaowu of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and there are also the Jedi reforms of Song Shenzong and Wang Anshi, because this land often faces despair.

　　 And every time at this time, countless people with lofty ideals will emerge, either fierce, or good-natured, they hope to use innovation to restore the fortune of the country.

　　 In this process of innovation, the emperor's attitude and ability to withstand pressure have become the most critical factors.

Zhu Zhanji recalled the pressure he was under during the Southern Cleanup Contribution, and he couldn't help but relax: "At that time, I was ready to go from the north to the army to counter the rebellion. The courtiers in the DPRK were all persuading me to let go. With lower requirements, as long as the gentry sees benefits, this matter will not be difficult to solve."

　　 Fang Xing can only repay this attitude.

　　 "Once you surrender for the first time, will the North have to go back again? At that time, who will pay attention to the majesty of the king?"

　　What does it mean to keep a promise?

　　 Without this, the emperor has lost his prestige, and this country is about to start gestating a crisis.

　　The unique culture has nurtured generations of people, and the imprisonment policy has left the people at a loss, so they need an emperor.

　　 The emperor who lost his authority is obviously only a plaything of all forces.

　　 "Yes, everyone else can succumb, the emperor, but I cannot succumb. Once succumbed, I will be in the center of the storm afterwards, and Daming will be precarious."

　　 is just an emperor who has been working for a few years, but Zhu Zhanji’s understanding of human nature seems like an old man who has experienced half his life.

　　 Fang woke up to see him getting tired, he was worried that he would go in another direction, and said: "The so-called this life and the next life, in fact, no one knows, all we can do is to live and live as best as we can."

　　 In Yu Jia's worried gaze, Zhu Zhanji calmly said: "If there is no afterlife, what is the difference between the emperor and the common people? What's the use of a cup of loess if you try your best?"

　　 This is an emperor who is constantly maturing, and he will encounter a lot of troubles and troubles.

　　 The troubles and troubles of the emperor are naturally to be endured alone, and the consequences of enduring will cause the emperor’s personality to change.

　　 What Zhu Zhanji is better than those emperors is that he can find Fang to wake up and grumble, pour out his incomprehension, or entanglement.

　　 "The ancestors are on the top, the descendants are on the bottom. As the middle of us, can we slack off?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji's eyes were in a daze, then he got up and said, "Go for a walk."

　　 The two left the Nuan Pavilion and walked under the main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

　　 Song honestly looked for something in the front, and when he saw Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing later, he came over with a broomstick and said with joy: "Your Majesty, there are no more birds."

　　 Fang Xing’s cheeks trembled slightly, but Zhu Zhanji gently said: “The snow in the capital has melted, and those birds can find a place to keep warm. No more birds will freeze.”

　　 Song honestly sighed in disappointment, and then followed behind them.

　　 The sky is a bit gray, but it is not smog, but scattered clouds.

　　 "For more than a year, I can't sleep at night, lest there be smoke everywhere."

　　 Zhu Zhanji walked slowly forward with his hands, Fang Xing was a little behind, and found that his back was a little hunched.

　　 He is only thirty-one!

　　 Fang Xing was horrified, and felt that he had underestimated the pressure on Zhu Zhanji brought by the attack on the gentry.

　　 "The ministries in central Beijing are all staring at each other, and the firearms guards that I can rely on are the firearms guards, but if someone suddenly gets into trouble, I will be caught off guard."

　　 Zhu Zhanji's back looked a little bleak, the emperor's loneliness could no longer be concealed.

　　 "A person has to meet various challenges in his life, from the time of the grandson, the prince, and the emperor. After the difficulties, it is the harvest season."

　　 Fang Xing could only dryly comfort.

　　Zhu Zhanji stopped and said quietly: "Naturally, I am not afraid of this. Since I have become an emperor, I have to be ready to be challenged at all times. From beginning to end, it is just like the emperor's grandfather, without interruption."

　　 "It's just that the emperor's grandfather never bowed his head, so naturally I won't bow my head."

　　Zhu Zhanji's voice gradually rose up: "The southern rebellion, but the army is not in chaos. It can be seen that Daming has a solid foundation, but it disappoints the gentry."

Zhu Zhanji turned around and saw Fang Xing feel a little confused, and there was more helplessness and weakness in his eyes, so he said: "I just talked about it in front of you, and I will forget it later. Tomorrow I will naturally adjust my mind and be a king again. The emperor."

　　……

　　 "Father!"

　　 Fang Xing returned home, and Wuyou was the first to greet him. Seeing that he was carrying an oil paper bag in his hand, he happily asked, "Dad, is it sugar? Is it sugar?"

　　 Two big dogs circled around Fang Xing's side, jumping up from time to time to sniff the oil paper bag.

　　 Fang Xing leaned over with one hand and walked in without worry, and said, "It's sucrose, but you don't eat a lot, or your teeth will rot."

　　 "Good, good!"

　　 Anxious to eat sugar, worry-free nodded like pounding garlic. Holding Fang Xing's neck in her right hand, she shouted at the two big dogs who were following Fang Xing: "You are not allowed to eat, the teeth will rot, and you won't be able to chew the bones."

　　 Once inside, Zhang Shuhui said when she saw it, "My husband, it’s time to go without any worries."

　　 "No! I want Dad to hug!"

　　 Without any worries, he hugged Fang Xing’s neck tightly, and Fang Xing also said: “While the girl is still young, I can pet it. I won’t be able to do it when I am older. God knows who belongs to it by then.”

　　Tudou and Ping An are also at home, but they settle accounts inside.

When Xiao Bai came out, her hair was still a little wet, and when Fang Xing saw Fang Xing, she said aggrieved: "I was preparing to bathe the big worms and the little worms, but Wuyou heard that you came and ran out. The two big dogs just got into the basin. Kicked over and followed."

　　 Fang Xing put down worry-free, and said, "It's a lively thing!"

　　 He didn't like that kind of too formal atmosphere. Father and son bowed before meeting, greeted, and then taught, and they were silent when they ate.

　　 Fang Xing felt that in his own bones, he could never become that kind of standard aristocrat.

　　 "Mother, it's beast candy!"

　　Worry-free opened the oil paper bag, and then happily shouted inside: "Big brother and second brother, there is beast candy."

　　 Happy and worry-free always make the people around me happy, but Zhang Shuhui feels that she is too lively and worried that it will be difficult to find her in-laws in the future.

　　 "Husband, worry-free, it's time to learn the rules."

　　 Fang Xing spoils his daughter, so Zhang Shuhui can only use this roundabout way to remind him that the girl should learn to be more chaste.

　　 Fang Xing gave a surprised hum, and then asked, "What rules to learn?"

　　 Zhang Shuhui whispered: "If you are going to marry in the future, you must serve your in-laws. There are no rules..."

　　 Fang Xing’s cheeks were trembling, and Zhang Shuhui sighed: "Husband, if you love her again, you will go out one day after all!"

　　 At this time, Tudou and Ping An had already come out. The two first bowed to Fang Xing, who was looking ugly, and then looked at the beast candy in the oil paper bag with Wuyou.

　　 sucrose is sweet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the beast sugar that is processed through several filtering and other processes is even sweeter and simple, and ordinary children can't stand the temptation of this taste at all.

　　 "What are we afraid of, we are here!"

　　 Fang Xing said forcefully: "Even if we are gone, there will be potatoes and Ping An. They can always protect them without worry. If you are bullied, then hit the door and pick you up."

Zhang Shuhui said helplessly: "It's hard to talk about the family's affairs. When we become outsiders, it is not easy to mix, then it is better to let Wuyou learn the rules and methods early, and then stop by herself, and no one dare to bully her. ."

　　Fang Xing felt a little pain at the thought of her daughter's going to marry in the future, and said angrily: "At that time, I will find a branch and live by myself."

　　 Zhang Shuhui had no choice but to give up this topic. She was worried that if she went on, Fang Xing would start looking for a suitable candidate, and then step by step to train the child like his son-in-law.

At night, Fang Xing watched the family sitting full of dangdangs, and suddenly said with emotion: "My parents must have looked at us with such relief back then, generation after generation, birth, old age, sickness and death, multiplying, this is the way of heaven!" Please remember this book Initial domain name:. Mobile version reading URL: Ps: Book friends, I’m Sir Dybala, I recommend a free novel App that supports novel downloads, listening to books, zero ads, and multiple reading modes. Please pay attention to the WeChat public account: dazhuzaiyuedu (long press for three seconds to copy), book friends, hurry up and pay attention!