It wasn't lunch time yet, and there were no guests in the fairy Curie.

"Is that person still unwilling to order food?"

Yao asked impatiently.

The guy who had just come down from the upstairs shook his head and said, "No! He said he was waiting for someone. But this guy looked a little bit official."

My brother said disdainfully: "Official spirit, the most valuable person in the capital is the official!"

The guy was also very angry and said, "That's right, if he hadn't ordered a pot of good tea, who would have been impatient with such a person coming to have a meal."

"I'm optimistic."

I want to go to the back while it is not open hours and prepare to go and see Huanhuan.

Huanhuan has begun to enlighten the teacher. Fang Xing found an old master, but he is not pedantic.

As soon as she walked into the back, someone came inside outside.

"master!"

The guy shouted and asked his brother to turn it back. Seeing that it was Fang Xing, he said, "Master, the young master is studying, and the young lady is cooking for the young master."

The title of her is not apart from outsiders, but Fang Xing is not allowed to correct her.

Fang Xing nodded and asked, "But someone is waiting?"

My brother suddenly realized and said, "Someone upstairs has arrived a long time ago and has not ordered any food."

“No need to worry.”

Fang Xing went up the second floor alone.

My brother said, "Master is not alone. You go up and stare. If you do something, just shout and I will go up and kill him."

As he said that, he asked me to bend over slightly, and when he came up with his right hand, he had already held a kitchen knife.

The guy just agreed, and another person came in outside.

"Brother Seven."

Xin Laoqi walked in and asked, "I'll wash my hands first."

If the servants in the capital admire the most, it is probably Xin Laoqi.

He made great achievements in military affairs, but refused when the emperor personally recruited him.

This is the ultimate goal of our generation!

The guy excitedly took Xin Laoqi to the back to wash his hands, asking me to put the kitchen knife back regretfully.

And upstairs, Fang Xing had already entered the private room.

A man sat opposite the door of the private room.

The man was stroking his beard and pondering. After the door was pushed open, he subconsciously stood up.

"I've met Xing and Bo."

Fang Xing walked straight to the main seat and sat down, then asked with one shot straight, "Who is the person behind you?"

The man smiled and said, "Xing He Bo..."

"Which vassal king is it?"

Fang Xing seemed impatient and said, "Brother Ben can only stay in the capital for two days, so don't test Boron's patience."

The man's smile stiffened on his face and said, "Xing He Bo, do you know that he is already in front of the abyss now?"

Fang Xing frowned and said, "Don't say to my uncle if you keep it in hiding this, tell me, which of your highness asked you to pass the message."

The man felt that his tricks were useless in front of Fang Xing. He calmed down and said, "Xinghe Bo, the vassal kings in various places have many complaints. My highness is worried about this. Among them, the King of Shu is the most..."

"The King of Shu is not in good health. Can you say that a different vassal king?"

Fang Xing leaned on the back of the chair, with a relaxed posture, with a little disdain.

The man said in surprise: "It actually happened in the court..."

"Did you get the news so early?"

Fang Xing said, "Is that person yours in the early morning?"

The man was shocked and hurriedly said, "Absolutely not. If so, I would never dare to see you here."

His body moved forward slightly, and his butt had left the chair, looking a little nervous.

It was only a moment since Fang Xing came in. From being full of confidence to being panicked, he was just a few words.

After the man finished speaking, he sat back dejectedly, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I knew this was difficult before I came out, but my highness had no unfair intentions. I just wanted to stay in the fief."

"manor……"

Fang Xing's tone was a bit erratic.

The man smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it just that the Central Plains will no longer be enfeoffed? Can you do not have a fiefdom?"

Fang Xing smiled for the first time and said, "Of course."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can you give more money and food?"

Fang Xing nodded. Zhu Zhanji's idea of ​​the vassal king was already very mature, and he could agree to many things on his behalf.

The man raised his head with difficulty, looked at Fang Xing and asked, "Master, from beginning to end!"

Fang Xing knew that this was the condition offered by the vassal king. As long as he agreed, a positive example would be right in front of him.

He shook his head slightly, "Decreasing."

The man said desperately: "Does the descendants of Emperor Taizu Gao, Emperor Wen, and Emperor Ren have to survive overseas?"

Fang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I don't know what the way of heaven is, but what is the way of humanity?"

The man said in a daze: "Brother, this is a desperate situation!"

Fang Xing said coldly: "This road should not last long, but you hope that this road will become wider. But have you ever thought that the wider the road, the narrower the road beside it, and billions of people are crowded on that road, gentry squeezed, you squeezed, and honorary relatives squeezed, is that road enough for more and more people to walk?"

The man blurted out and said, "Your Highness said before coming, that you are the most important minister around Your Majesty. Let me ask you, why are you aggressive?"

Fang Xing said helplessly: "The Tao is different. The Tao of your master is to continue wealth and honor, but Your Majesty's Tao is to create peace for all ages. If the Tao is different, we will naturally not plan for each other."

He got up and was about to go out, and the man stood up in panic and said, "Master, don't you have any room for comfort?"

Fang Xing kept walking and said, "The beauty of a gentleman will be killed for five generations."

The man sat in despair on the chair, looked at Fang Xing out, and couldn't help but shout: "The lessons from the past are still there!"

Fang Xing didn't look back and said, "There will be no second Jingnan Battle. Believe me and tell your master that the descendants will have their own blessings. If you want to arrange all your descendants, it will be a disaster."

When the butcher's knife comes, no matter how much wealth and descendants are, they are just the root of disaster.

Fang Xing felt that many things were traceable, and most of them were ordinary people, and occasionally there were opportunities for wealth and honor, which were destroyed by generations.

The longer the days of wealth and honor, the more tragic the situation of declining in the future.

"This is fate!"

Fang Xing went downstairs, Huanhuan was already waiting, and rushed over after a warm cheer.

"father!"

Fang Xing smiled and picked up Huanhuan who was getting heavier and heavier, and asked in a low voice if he had skipped class.

"No!"

Huanhuan shook her head like a rattle, and then she saw the man appearing at the stairs on the second floor.

"Dad, look at the fool!"

Fang Xing did not look back, but instead put him down and led him into the backyard.

The man slowly went down the stairs and prepared to go out.

"Customer, tea money!"

The guy smiled and bowed his hands on the side.

The man touched a treasure note and let go of his hand. The treasure note fell and the person continued to walk out in a daze.

...

According to the procedure, the prince left Taimiao to thank the emperor, and then went to Kunning Palace to thank the queen.

The gate of Taimiao has been closed.

It was almost noon, and Zhu Zhanji just brought Song Laoshi outside the Taimiao.

"Open the door!"

Zhu Zhanji slowly walked up the steps and the door slowly opened.

He walked into the hall, and Song Laoshi squatted outside, took out the oiled paper bag from his arms, and slowly ate the snacks.

Later, Zhu Zhanji came out and there was a little more condensation between his eyebrows.
To be continued...