Chapter 162

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"I'm leaving!"

Seeing off the angel, Zhang Fu smiled bitterly at Mu Sheng and said, "you and I have to go back respectively. It seems that your majesty is still a little suspicious."

Mu Sheng is upset because he hasn't found Chen Jiguang's private wealth.

"You and I are in laws. If we stay in Jiaozhi for a long time, someone in the court will worry about the recurrence of Zhao Tuo."

Mu Sheng is not a fool. He guessed the meaning behind the will.

But he was still worried about Ruan Shuai.

"Is Ruan Shuai reliable?"

Zhang Fu stroked his beard with a smile and said, "reliable. There is no more reliable person than him."

At present, Ruan Shuai has put away Chen Jikuan's defeated soldiers, claiming that he will inherit Chen Jikuan's last wish and continue the cross toe struggle.

Zhang Fu's eyebrows vibrated, pointed to the fog outside and said, "as long as Huang Fu and his successors can adhere to the predetermined strategy, I believe Jiaozhi will stabilize!"

Mu Sheng also said helplessly: "Jiaozhi must be stabilized, otherwise hundreds of thousands of troops will be stationed for a long time, and I Daming will be overwhelmed!"

Zhang Fu laughed. "Your Majesty has plans for the Northern Expedition next year. I'll go back this time and fight with mahamu!"

The northern expedition was not only the focus of the current government, but also Zhu Di's heart, so he immediately recalled Zhang Fu to rely on him.

Liu Pu has been fooling around in Shenji camp for a few days recently. When he came back, he said with flying eyebrows about the power of firearms.

Ma Su threw the goods' homework and said, "three mistakes, redo!"

what the hell! Liu Pu widened his eyes and was ready to get angry, but he thought that the little elder martial brother was the most powerful disciple under Fang Xing's seat, so he immediately changed his face and said with a flattering smile: "pony, I'm not practicing martial arts hard and ready to serve Daming during the Northern Expedition! Can't we accommodate?"

"The northern expedition is still early! You are playing truant."

With the words, Fang woke up and came in. Seeing that Liu Pu had been tanned by the autumn tiger, he said: "the way of literature and martial arts, relax one by one. I don't object to you going to the military camp to practice martial arts, but you can't pull down your studies, otherwise..."

Liu Pu immediately got up and said, "yes, little brother, save it."

Sitting behind him, Fang Xing asked, "it's still early for the northern expedition. Why has there been some uproar recently?"

Liu Pu beamed and said, "brother Dehua, I pay the most attention to military merit in the dynasty, and I can't be knighted without military merit. Therefore, people who are interested in the army heard about the Northern Expedition and all enthusiastically joined the army."

Now Daming is not an era when the army is regarded as garbage. The rich reward of military merit drives the young people whose blood has not cooled down to see the grassland as a smooth road.

But Fang woke up with some hidden worries. He thought of Wa Ci, the tribe that later gave Daming a stick.

"Is Mahmud so easy to fight?"

Liu Pu hesitated for a moment, and then said firmly, "with your majesty, I am sure that Daming can defeat mahamu!"

Well, you're all good!

Fang woke up and went to Zhu Fang. Seeing that the three people had begun to build flint guns, he explained: "you specially build flint devices. For others, you should hand them over to the craftsmen in Jubao mountain."

Since Fang Xing divided the firing gun into several processes, relying on fine measuring tools, the firing speed has been much faster.

Zhu Fang said, "how much is it?"

Fang woke up and thought about it. He said with a headache: "it's estimated that the northern expedition will last more than half a year. I don't know whether the thousand headquarters of Jubaoshan will be recruited into the Northern Expedition army. I'd better change Jubaoshan first!"

As soon as Zhu Fang calculated, she felt a little nervous about time, so after Fang woke up and left, she invited several craftsmen from Jubao mountain to brainstorm together and discuss how to improve the speed of firegun making.

Fang Xing is leisurely and carefree, but some people are not used to his freedom.

It was Zhang Hui last time. He was still arrogant. Looking at Fang Xing was like looking at a poor worm.

"Our master said that Hong Bingzheng has passed anqing mansion and will arrive in the capital in a few days. If you surrender yourself, my master can help you relax your cheeks. If you..."

Fang Xing looked at Zhang Hui curiously and felt that where did the goods come from? Or where did Zhang Yun get the courage to tell his own story.

Zhang Hui was a little ashamed and angry by this look. He hurriedly said, "if you resist tenaciously, don't blame my master for ignoring the feelings of relatives!"

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing, then shook his head and left. He didn't say much to such people at all.

Prejudice is deeply rooted. Don't try to change it easily.

"Hong Bingzheng is walking so slowly!"

On the official road outside anqing house, a carriage was surrounded.

"Mr. Hong, do you need an attendant on this trip? The dog is stupid. Please don't give up..."

"Mr. Hong, how can we scholars be willing to be behind others? We should walk together!"

"... Mr. Hong, the bright moon building of Anqing mansion is willing to send three little ladies to serve Mr. Hong, just for Mr. Hong's pity..."

“……”

At the periphery of the crowd, more than a dozen carriages were parked there, and some men in Confucian clothes were pointing at this side.

A tall and thin man waved a folding fan and said to his companions: "brother Shande, the people's heart is like this. Our trip will definitely move the world!"

The man named Shande said modestly, "our generation of scholars should be jealous of evil. This time, Mr. Hong took the lead. That little man is just a duckweed in the water, which can be destroyed immediately!"

The tall and thin man suddenly pointed to the beautiful women in the crowd and shouted, "brother Shande, look there!"

As soon as Shande's eyes lit up, he sighed: "Mu Chun, I'm afraid Mr. Hong won't accept such arrangements!"

The tall and thin man regretted: "just, but you can think about it on the way back. We must be famous at that time. Will the girl in Mingyue building turn a blind eye?"

"Get in the car. Mr. Hong is leaving."

At this time, the crowd over there gradually dispersed, leaving only a few old scholars singing and saying goodbye.

Hong Bingzheng looks like a beautiful uncle. He squints his Danfeng eyes, bows his hands and says to several scholars, "you high righteousness, I should teach you to get rid of a scum and correct the style of study!"

After bowing their hands and saying goodbye, several women in Mingyue building also played the piano and sang, looking affectionate.

"Brother Hong, have a nice trip."

Listening to the singing of silk and bamboo, the carriages of those followers on both sides also drew closer. For a moment, Hong Bingzheng felt that his whole body was full of righteousness.

"I dare to serve your highness TAISUN with a teacher. Do you really think my name is no one!"

Hong Bing is looking at several books around him. He picked up one and looked at it carefully. He is still doing calculations from time to time.

As soon as the horse came up and stood still, the knight attached to the window and whispered, "Mr. Hong, everything is fine in the capital!"

Hong Bing nodded, then covered the curtain of the car and sneered: "heaven, earth and people, you don't take up the same thing when you wake up. This heaven will kill you!"

"Boom!"

The first autumn rain in the south is coming.