Chapter 2218

Fang woke up and thought about Zhu Zhanji's strange look before he left the palace. That's helpless. It's also a little bitter.

Fang Xing did not know the cause and effect of Zhu Zhanji and corn, but knew that these disputes would not be peaceful in the future.

Hu Shanxiang lives with a pair of children. Sun also has a pair of children and Zhu Zhanji's love. The days are really too moist.

But that's the eldest son of the emperor!

No, it's the eldest son!

How can you fight?

With the advent of midsummer, there are several ice shops in Peiping city. A small piece of ice is placed on the counter, as if it was steaming white.

It's just that ordinary people can't enjoy it, so the ice is melting, but no one goes in to ask the price.

Naturally, the Fang family was not short of ice. Fang woke up and looked around and saw that there was no one in a small shop with a main hot pot nearby.

He didn't have breakfast, so he felt hungry.

He was not interested in the banquet prepared in the palace. Seeing that the small shop was still clean, he took his servants in.

It's morning. The store hasn't actually opened yet, but guests can't let go.

"My guest, this is..."

"Eat!"

There was no one to eat hot pot early in the morning, but the shopkeeper obviously didn't mind. He called the man repeatedly.

"Mutton hotpot."

Fang woke up and found a cleaner table. After sitting down, he ordered, "is there any ice wine?"

Ice some light wine in summer, which can basically be sold out on the same day, is an input.

"Yes, sir, wait a minute."

Later, the hot pot came up and the mutton slices rolled up and down in the boiling pot. A small bowl of hand rubbed chili noodles dipped in water, green onions.

Fang Xing took a piece of mutton, dipped it in water and put it into his mouth. He said contentedly, "if only there were some fermented bean curd."

Someone just came in outside. When he heard the word "fermented bean curd", he thought Fang Xing was scolding those literati.

The knife negotiated and let go.

The man approached and pointed across from him.

"Uncle, the three messengers will spend money to buy news when they go back."

"What news do they want?"

The mutton slices were hot. Fang Xing opened his mouth and asked.

The man looked at the counter and saw a servant blocking his sight. He said in a low voice: "uncle, they are asking Science..."

He looked at Fang Xing with worry, but Fang Xing was drinking frozen rice wine without changing his face.

So he continued: "the following brothers said something ignorant. They are still like treasures. Uncle, our adults say that these people are different from those outside the Great Wall. They are more direct."

Fang Xing put down his glass, glanced outside and said, "apart from Confucianism, they are not allowed to collect and buy other books. They should abide by this rule. If something big happens, Ben Bo will take it for you."

This man is from royal guards. He said gratefully: "thank you, uncle. Those people regard us as evil, and only you..."

"Say less."

"Yes, I'll leave."

The hot pot was steaming, and soon Fang woke up with sweat stains on his forehead.

It's a strange thing to eat hot pot early in the morning. Even if Fang wakes up, it's the first time.

He's waiting!

Waiting for someone who might not come.

"It tastes good."

Fang Xing praised. The shopkeeper who was dozing off at the counter woke up, shook his body, and then turned pale.

"Thank you for your praise... Eh! Welcome..."

The shopkeeper blinked and watched the two men bow their heads and come in. He couldn't help feeling happy.

Is it popular to eat hot pot for breakfast now?

He took a few steps up, and the visitor just looked up. The shopkeeper immediately exclaimed, "evil ghost!"

With white and miserable complexion and deep concave eyes, this man looks like a ghost.

Fang woke up and looked up, then said, "the hot pot needs to eat for a while before it tastes strong. It's just right now."

Xin Laoqi went over to block the shopkeeper's sight, and then took out a treasure note and handed it to him.

The shopkeeper woke up with a futile look at Fang, then took the treasure note and turned to the backyard.

Smart people always live long, but don't be smart.

The evil ghost had come to the opposite side of Fang Xing, but he didn't sit down.

"Sit down."

Fang Xing gave a faint command. The interpreter translated in a low voice behind him. Then he looked back and saw that Fang Xing's servant was already guarding the door. He whispered again: "his people have watched the door."

Henry felt relieved when he heard the speech, then sat down, looked at the rolling mutton slices in the pot and said curiously, "is it delicious?"

Fang Xing took a piece and dipped it in water, but refused to speak and invite him to share it.

Henry didn't feel ashamed either. He only said after Fang woke up and ate a few pieces of mutton: "Tessie is not small..."

Fang Xing is still eating mutton. It's very important that you say you. Listen to me.

Henry looked at Fang Xing curiously and thought the man was very interesting.

"How did you know I would come?"

Fang Xing put down his chopsticks and said helplessly, "Ben Bo has sent servants you know to hang around the Huitong hall, and you don't need to do so. Smart people naturally know the choice, and what should come will come. If you come, tell me what you want."

Henry smiled shyly, "the Plantagenet and Frank are looking for cooperation. Although Daming is big, tessi is far away, and the sea is bigger. What will the two countries look like when they lose their constraints? Maybe ten years later, they can appear here with warships covered with the sea. Who knows!"

Fang Xing's face was dignified. Henry felt that his words had played a role. He couldn't help being happy. Then when he was ready to make further efforts, Fang Xing sighed.

"It's really inappropriate to eat hot pot early in the morning!"

He took a gulp of rice wine, and then his hot throat felt more comfortable.

"Lisbon..."

Fang Xing hesitated. Henry leaned over slightly, but Fang Xing was worried that his dandruff would fall into the hot pot, so he pointed to the hot pot.

Henry was not embarrassed. He took it back and said, "Lisbon is a friend. We are very weak, so we must survive among the powerful countries, and the canary and Frank are the powerful countries. Your Excellency, Lisbon is willing to speak for Daming in tessi."

Fang Xing held the glass in his right hand and looked at him for a long time.

"Benbo knows. Go back."

Henry got up and left. Xin Laoqi sent him out and came back and said, "Sir, he still hides his identity along with the knife. It can be seen that his mind is impure."

Fang Xing ate some mutton, then put down his chopsticks and got up. Xin Laoqi immediately turned sideways and walked on his side when he came.

A servant opens the way in front, surrounded by the brave Xin Laoqi, with a knife staring around behind him

This is the scale of Fang Xing's trip, which is small, but enough to cope with general emergencies.

Out of the hot pot shop, Fang Xing squinted at the sky. Behind him came the flattering voice of the shopkeeper. He smiled and said, "people talk to people and ghosts. Henry is such a person. Moreover, he is a prince and controls the sea exploration in Lisbon. Such a person..."

The servant brought the horse. Fang woke up and looked back. He just saw the back of Henry and the interpreter, and then his back disappeared at the corner of the street.

"Such a person is ambitious!"

The knife mounted the horse, drove the horse to Fang Xing's side and asked curiously, "Sir, why don't you put him under house arrest or kill him?"

Fang Xing drove his horse slowly and said casually, "we need a shit stirring stick among the Three Kingdoms."