Fang Xing never thought he was a magician, so after being rejected by Zhu Gaochi, he was not much disappointed.

"Your Majesty needs to be balanced, but the warrior is too dazzling, so it's that simple, you're thinking too much."

Xie Jin left the officialdom for a long time, and his ideas became clearer.

"Who will defend the Ming Dynasty without military personnel? Who will defend His Majesty? Who will defend the royal family?"

Xie Jin said slowly: "The Ma Sheng incident was just a test by Yang Rong and the others. It doesn't matter if the martial artists are weak. At least they know what His Majesty meant and find a way to do it next time."

"They won't stop."

Xie Jin put on a serious teaching style and said, "Don't underestimate His Majesty today. He has been dormant for many years. He has thought of everything he can think of, and he has thought of it that you didn't expect, so be quiet and calm down."

Huang Zhong also advised: "My uncle, you are not in a hurry to do this. Although the Northern Expedition is a great victory, the army has also damaged its vitality and is just right to repair it for a while."

Fang Xing let out a breath and nodded, "Yes! I haven't sorted out the things that need pensions yet, so it's time to take a break."

Xie Jin smiled and said, "I also asked them to go out to talk less and not give others the opportunity to take advantage of. After His Majesty has spent this period of time, he should make a difference."

Huang Zhong agreed: "After Your Majesty ascended the throne, government orders were frequently issued, and there was a style of reforming and eliminating evil, which shows that it was not just about thinking about maintaining success."

Fang Xing returned to the backyard and saw Tudou and Ping'an walking sneakily, he smiled.

I wanted to not follow me, but once the curiosity of being a father emerged, it began to flood irresistibly.

Fang Xing followed him sneakily all the way, and he became depressed as he watched the two children push open the door of the back garden with a bag of greasy paper.

Where can I peek?

Not long after, Fang Xing found a wooden ladder and climbed quietly onto the wall.

In the garden, the two children walked to the front of a small earthen bun, then opened the oil paper bun, placed it in front of the earthen bun, and said, "Belly, you like to eat bones. This is just stewed by Hua Niang, and it's still hot. You can eat it quickly."

Ping An leaned over and delivered the still steaming bones, and said dumbly: "The bell, big insects and small insects are all good."

The two children slowly squatted on the ground. For them, the bell was a member of the family. The departure of the bell let them know what parting is.

Fang Xing quietly got off the wooden ladder, went to find Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, and told him about it.

"The children used to be too carefree, and the bell...the departure of the bell made them mature."

When Fang Xing returned home, he learned the time when the bell was leaving, he was also sad.

The bell was not discarded after it left, so Zhang Shuhui asked someone to bury it in the garden. The whole family believed that the bell would always be there and would always protect Fangjiazhuang.

Xiaobai said: "Pingan doesn't like to cry very much. After the bell went, I found that he hid in the quilt and cried at least three times."

Zhang Shuhui's eyes were filled with sadness and said, "Tao Dou cried more. She ate those days and cried as she ate."

When Fang Xing saw that the atmosphere was wrong, he said, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the rules. The bell has gone, but there are also big insects and small insects, passed down from generation to generation, and this is life."

"Wow……"

At this time, Wuyou's crying came from inside, and Fang Xing rushed in with a slight rushing in, so quickly that Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai didn't react at all.

"Wuyou, the little baby is awake? Hahahaha!"

...

Life and death are always intertwined. Every day, people die in Peking City, but there are also new life every day.

Cao Laoer felt that he was almost dead.

As a minor official in the Ministry of Rites, Cao Laoer lived a bad life and was barely maintained.

If he continues to follow this trend, he will probably live his life like this, without any vigorous or promotion, and will live his life in a simple manner.

But since the day before yesterday, Cao Laoer has run away.

Yes, he disappeared from the Ministry of Rites and from the city of Peking.

At this moment, he was hiding in an abandoned temple more than 30 miles outside the city.

No one has been here for a long time, and it is rare to visit, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated.

Cao Laoer climbed in from behind and did not dare to leave footprints in front.

His thin face was full of panic. In the sultry temple, Cao Laoer seemed to be in the wilderness of winter, trembling all over.

The front door had been blocked by him, but there was a gap behind him. He had been listening to the movement outside.

"I want to escape and go to the north, no matter whether it is Halie or the Meatland, it's OK."

Cao Laoer had been here for a whole day. He touched a piece of braised pork from his bag and ate it in big mouthfuls.

After eating halfway, he put away the braised meat and then leaned against the Buddha statue to take a nap.

I don’t know how long it took, Cao Laoer felt cold all over. He opened his eyes, rushed down, and then looked at the door from the side of the Buddha statue.

"No one! It's so dangerous!"

He had just had a nightmare and was sweating all over his body. He stood up and said to himself, "You can't stay here anymore, hurry up and leave."

...

"Certainly he's inside?"

Wang Yan asked at the abandoned temple more than two hundred steps away in front of him.

“Yes, sir.”

A scout in plain clothes said, "We visited many people and said we had seen a thin man here, and later the brothers found their footprints."

"It is said that there was a ghost here, but no one came later. Cao Laoer drank water in the pool over there and left footprints."

Wang Yan said: "Where are the people from Dongchang?"

"Sir, the people in Dongchang are more than three miles behind us. They are still asking questions from those farmers. I guess they will be able to come over soon."

Wang Yan nodded and ordered: "Then do it, be careful, don't let him commit suicide."

Several men standing behind him quietly touched him.

...

Cao Laoer opened the back door, looked left and right, and then tiptoed out.

In front is a piece of wasteland, with trees scattered there.

Cao Laoer regretted that he had chosen to hide here. He walked to the left with his head close to the base of the wall.

A big hand suddenly hooked his neck, then pulled him over with a pull.

"Help……"

Two big men blocked his mouth with rags. One of them held a piece of paper, compared it for a while, and said, "It's him!"

"Walk!"

...

Half an hour later, Wei Qing and more than ten people rushed into the temple.

In the dusty sky, Wei Qing tried hard to check the situation.

"Sir, there seems to be no one."

A monk said with a dry cough.

Wei Qing strode over, pointed to the back of the Buddha statue and said, "Someone, there are chicken bones, Cao Lao Er has been here."

Another monk came over, picked up the chicken bones on the ground and checked them carefully, and said, "Sir, this bone was eaten today."

Wei Qing opened the back door and glanced outside.

"Sir, there are signs of fighting here!"

Wei Qing walked to the side, a monk squatted there, pointed to the ground and said, "Sir, these footprints are very fresh, they must have just been stepped on."

"Someone started before us, who is it?"
Chapter completed!