There was no trace of torture on Wang Yuan's body, but he was afraid of the man who used torture.

He was gasping for amnesty. When he saw Fang wake up, he wanted to yell, but the man looked at him.

Just a glance made Wang Yuan give up his plan to scold him.

"Tell me."

Fang Xing nodded to the torture man, expressed his appreciation, and then began to question.

There is an additional document recording next to it.

As a documentary from the Dongchang, even if you stand in a pool of blood, you must have the ability to continue working without changing your face, otherwise it will be a dereliction of duty.

After Wang Yuan finished his intermittent explanation, the man woke up and nodded apologetically, and then tortured again.

Amid the screams, the documents began to check the names one by one, and asked over and over again. If there was anything wrong, the scream would immediately increase the tone.

Half an hour later, the roster was finally checked.

"I'll help Benb copy one."

The clerk looked at Chen Shi, and Chen Shi nodded.

Later, Fang Xing left with the roster, and Chen Shi went to see An Lun.

An Lun looked through the list, his brows frowned and relaxed with contempt.

"All of them are people who form cliques and make private contributions. If you have this list, you won't be reused in the future."

Chen Shi was not concerned about this. He asked tentatively: "Dadfather-in-law, why are Fang Xing doing with the roster?"

Anlun shook his head and said, "This is not something we should get involved. Be careful to cause trouble."

Chen Shi felt that An Lun was a little too kind today, with some shadows of Sun Xiang back then.

No one wants Shangguan to have a bad temper and likes to punish subordinates, so this is good news.

An Lun suddenly waved his hand, Chen Shi bowed and took a leave. When he went out, he saw a man who had disappeared for a long time standing outside the door.

After he left, the monk came in and reported, "Dadfather-in-law, Yan Chunhui is very low-key and humble in Fuzhou. Everyone says he is good."

Anlun stroked the already cold teacup and asked, "Can you be on guard?"

Fanzi felt that An Lun didn't wake up: What kind of rank Yan Chunhui is? Do you dare to say that he is very cautious?

And what is he afraid of?

"Father-in-law, Yan Chunhui and his colleagues, sometimes they go out for fun."

After saying that, Anlun did not respond. Fanzi was exhausted both physically and mentally when he rushed back to the capital from Fuzhou. After standing for a while, he looked up carefully.

An Lun was looking at the teacup in his hand, his eyes drooping slightly, not sure whether it was melancholy or sadness.

...

There is a more Chinese New Year atmosphere in the capital, and all shops have sent their staff to attract customers outside the door without exception.

Fang Xing dismounted and felt the atmosphere, while also looking at the dazzling array of goods, wondering if his family liked it.

He saw dried bamboo shoots in the south, and also saw various sugars made from Jiaozhi sugar in the south, and they were of different shapes. The sugars from animals were the most popular, and several adults looked at their children choosing there with a smile.

Fang Xing walked over and looked, and even sniffed the smell of the candies.

The shopkeeper praised: "The guests are experts at first glance! The sugar tastes rich. As long as you know it, you don't need to look carefully. You can tell the truth and falsehood by sniffing it. Now some people use those sugars to pretend to be sugar, which is so unscrupulous!"

The children looked at Fang Xing curiously, and then looked at their parents with trustworthy eyes.

Then there is embarrassment.

Although everyone's life is getting better now, if it weren't for the holidays, no one would have bought some expensive sugar. Their parents have not even made up their minds to buy some back.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "There will be more and more, and it will be cheaper in the future."

Then he picked some animal-shaped candies and left.

"Will it get cheaper?"

Several parents were asking the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper specializes in sugar industry and has a deep understanding of the details, but he is not as good as Fang Xing’s understanding of the general trend.

"Some, sugarcane has started growing in the West. In the future, it will be made into sugar there and sent it back by boat, which will definitely be cheap."

"Western! I heard it's very respectful now."

"Yes, the Ming Navy just defeated the Thai-Si Alliance, and there is no other opponent in the sea. Who dares to be disrespectful!"

"Yes! The outside of the border has also calmed down, and the sea has become stable. There are not as powerful as the Ming Dynasty in all dynasties."

"In the past, those people called the Ming Dynasty and the mighty man, we just listened to it. A few days ago, I passed by the military camp and heard the Ming Dynasty and the ones who were practicing inside. Somehow, I felt that my body was hot and wanted to get in, practice with the soldiers, and then went to the battlefield to shout this sentence."

When the shopkeeper saw several customers with a proud look, he said with a gaze: "I went out of the sea, and I went to Xiaoliuqiu to see the sugarcane fields. That time I happened to meet a fleet voyage to the West. My God! The boat covered the entire sea surface, with boats and sails in my eyes, and I couldn't see anything else. At that time, I thought it was really good to be born in the Ming Dynasty."

"Yes! We will be a Ming people in the next life!"

...

Fang Xing was called into the palace with candy.

Zhu Zhanji's beard grew longer and longer, and Fang Xing looked at it inconsistently.

"Why do you think of me like this?"

Zhu Zhanji has finished his political affairs and is tasting tea.

Although the position of the emperor is so tired that Fang Xing is discouraged, it can be enviable in the enjoyment of some rare resources.

Fang Xing took a sip of tea, but he didn't feel any astringent smell, and his mouth was full of faint fragrance.

He was wondering if he could get half a pound of this kind of tea to drink home, and he said casually: "In my impression, you have always been dark and have no need to worry. It's just so long now, and you always feel something is wrong."

This is something wrong with the status change, and the two of them know it well.

Fang Xing was used to the young grandson who had sex in Fangjiazhuang, and even the depressed prince later became.

But he became the emperor. The gap brought about by the change of identity makes people feel sad after recalling the encounters of that year.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "It's always a bad dignity that doesn't grow beards. I originally wanted to repair it, but Duandu's beard was not firmly pulled and fell suddenly. I might as well just keep it."

Is there any pressure from state affairs and the pressure from ministers in this almost sarcastic decision?

Fang Xing didn't say anything, thinking about the young man's experience gradually advancing to this supreme throne.

Not easy!

If a country is pressed on a person's shoulders, how much pressure can it be?

Fang Xing felt that he would definitely not be able to bear it, so what about Zhu Zhanji?

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Huang Huai has already submitted a memorial saying that he has been recuperating. He is not willing to spend time at home and is preparing to come back. I am wondering! Is there any future life after this person goes? If not, is it cost-effective to be busy in this life? If those people think like this, then where does their spirit of working hard and not resting until they are old?"

This topic is rather casual, but it was proposed by Zhu Zhanji, so Fang Xing had to think about it.

Where did his feelings come from?

Fang Xing felt that he must have come after seeing the files of rebellion in the south.

Even if they were taken back to the land they had contributed, the rebel gentry could still live a very comfortable life.

So what are they doing?

"Some people say that those who rebel are greedy, and I think it's not all."

Zhu Zhanji said with some regret: "The ignorance that people have lived in this life has gradually grown, and I feel that they can make a hole in God. It is so satisfying to point out the country and express their feelings directly."

The emperor is tired!

He needs a break!

Fang Xing was about to make a comment, but Zhu Zhanji continued, "Gradually, people start to grow old. When they have children and grandchildren, they are confused when they are born and grown up like they were in the past. Brother Dehua is very confused! I feel that sooner or later I will be like those old people with markings on their faces. When I think about it, I feel that there is no nostalgia in this world."

Fang Xing felt that he heard the emotion of an emperor who wanted to become a monk.

He knew that Zhu Zhanji had many things and anger and could not tell others, so he could only hold it in his own hands.

So he felt he should do something.

"You are tired."

Fang Xing asserted: "After being tired, people are prone to depression, feeling despaired, and their eyes are dark."

"You have withstood the pressure and look at the history books, you are even stronger than you."

Zhu Zhanji suddenly smiled and said, "It turns out that you understand me. I am really tired under pressure."
Chapter completed!