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Chapter 97 Trap

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    Fang Xing wrote a letter to Zhu Zhanji, to the effect of: Your teacher, I don¡¯t think I am an inventor, so for the sake of the future of Ming Dynasty, you should study hard and teach more people the knowledge.  .

    Although Fang Xing feels that he has no aura, he believes that with the intelligence of the Chinese people, as long as they pass on their knowledge, sooner or later a few geniuses will emerge who can transform this knowledge into industrial power and arm the Ming Dynasty with steel.  stand up.

    No, the little princess who was playing with the big girl learned how to dismantle the telescope with her friends without any teacher.

    What a genius!

    Everyone looked at the little princess playing with doting eyes, feeling that her hands were really skillful.

    Zhang Shuhui looked at the little princess "lovingly", and then couldn't help but touch her belly, feeling a little reverie in her heart.

    After the couple looked at each other with understanding, Fang Xing also felt a little melancholy.

    When will my baby come out?

    However, thinking that he was still young, Fang Xing no longer thought about these troublesome things, because more troublesome things had already come.

    Jia Quan was like a ground mouse, sneaking up at the door of Fang's backyard.  The guy first glanced at the little princess who was dismantling the telescope with Xiao Hua with "pleasure", and then waved to Fang Xing furtively.

    Jia Quan is bound to be in trouble when he comes!

    Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat, and then he said to Zhang Shuhui, "I have something to go out for."

    After leaving the backyard, Jia Quan said with a liaison tone: "Mr. Fang, His Highness the Crown Prince invites you to come."

    Why!

    Fang Xing looked up at the sky speechlessly, wondering, have I become your personal secretary, Zhu Gaochi?

    However, in order to have someone to protect him in the future, Fang Xing followed him to the palace.

    Arriving at the palace, Fang Xing saw the mess all over the floor.

    Is this a tantrum?

    When Zhu Gaochi saw Fang Xing come in, he put down the paperweight in his hand, stood up and said, "Mr. Fang, Zhanji is in trouble this time."

    Fang Xing was puzzled, "Isn't the grandson by your majesty's side? Where is the trouble?"

    Zhu Zhanji dismissed the people who were waiting for him, and then said: "I just received the news that there was a conflict within the Youjun because Xue Lu fell ill."

    "Young Army?"

    Fang Xing remembered what Chen Xiao said at that time and asked, "Isn't the young army the grandson's?"

    Zhu Gaochi waved his hand and said: "That's just a name, in fact it is still practiced under the control of Xue Lu."

    I¡¯m dizzy!

    "Is it the kind of thing where you get no benefits, but you take the blame?"

    ¡°This kind of thing happens too much in the future. For example, someone takes the leadership position of a certain group. He usually doesn¡¯t care about things at all and is not qualified to take charge.  But once something happens, this person will most likely be implicated.

    Poor Zhu Zhanji!

    Fang Xing sighed: "There are countless generals in the capital who can be sent to the camp to persuade them."

    The young army now numbered tens of thousands, and it was said that it would be assigned to the vanguard of the abolished government army in the future.

    Zhu Gaochi's cheeks trembled, and he shook his head and said: "When the generals in Beijing heard about this, they all said they were sick at home."

    "These are all guys who are sitting on the fence!"

    Fang Xing felt that this was really strange, so he asked, "Is Xue Lu really sick or fake?"

    "He's really sick, he doesn't dare to lie about it."

    Zhu Gaochi can still guarantee this. If Xue Lu dares to pretend to be ill, Zhu Gaochi vows to let him know what the way of a minister is in the years to come.

    Zhu Gaochi pressed the case with both hands and said expectantly: "Mr. Fang, you are Zhanji's teacher. I want you to go to the Youjun camp in this capacity and settle this matter, okay?"

    "No! No wonder they are all pretending to be sick, the procedure for this matter is wrong!"

    Fang Xingxing looked at Zhu Gaochi with bright eyes: "Your Highness, why don't you ask the Fifth Army Commander's Office to handle it?"

    Zhu Gaochi said helplessly: "Once this matter is reported to the Governor's Mansion, it will definitely go to my father, so I"

    Damn it!

    Fang Xing felt his back wet with cold sweat, and he said fearfully: "Your Highness, I'm afraid someone did this deliberately."

    Zhu Gaochi was very smart, but caring would lead to chaos. He slapped his thigh, and a bit of pain flashed across his face: "Yes! I originally wanted to ask you to suppress this matter, but even if you suppress it, after your father knows about it,  Tsk!¡±

    ? ?The key is that the reporting procedure for this matter was wrong. It should have been reported to the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion or the Ministry of War first, but who would have thought that it would end up at the prince's place.

    There is a traitor!

    And he was still the one who reported the news.

    Fang Xing glanced at Zhu Gaochi with pity. This prince acted like a tightrope walker.

    Pitiful!

    Of course Zhu Gaochi also thought of this, so he was not in a hurry, just asked someone to transfer the matter, and then asked with a smile about the situation of the little princess Fang Xing.

    Of course, Fang Xing would not interfere in this matter again, otherwise someone would definitely dig a hole and bury it, so he also smiled and talked about the interesting things about the little princess.

    "Oh! Wanwan actually ate so much for lunch?"

    Weaning Wanwan from the breast had been agreed in advance, so Zhu Gaochi was a little worried that his daughter would not be able to adapt to it, but he did not expect that her daughter would actually have a huge appetite.

    Fang Xing smiled and said: "Don't say he is five years old. After he is one year old, he should slowly wean himself. Otherwise, the milk will not provide sufficient nutrients and the child's body will not be strong."

    "That's the truth."

    After the two chatted for a while, Fang Xing returned home with half a car full of rewards.

    When he got home, he realized that he had missed Wanwan's motorcade. Fang Xing lazily explained: "Pack all your things."

    Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai took the maids to sort out the rewards, but they didn't bother to do anything. After making the register, they directly put the things in a special room.

    ¡°There are too many royal rewards and it¡¯s a headache!¡±

    Zhang Shuhui feels that the number of rewards she has received recently is almost comparable to that of the British government.

    The so-called aesthetic fatigue is like this. The key is that these things are valuable and cannot be sold. It is just a show off.

    "It's better to reward him with some food and money."

    Xiaobai also strongly agrees with Zhang Shuhui's view.

    Fang Xing was grading Ma Su's homework. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "But who was so close to burning incense and offering sacrifices a few days ago?"

    Zhang Shuhui¡¯s face turned red and she argued: ¡°I have seen many royal rewards in my natal family before, but isn¡¯t this from my own family?¡±

    The honors you get must be different, okay?

    Fang Xing handed Ma Su the homework that was all correct, and then looked at his radiant wife, feeling a burst of pride in his heart.

    No matter how hard a man works outside, what he wants is to make his parents, wife and children proud!

    Ma Su still had to teach the servants, so he left quickly.

    The servants are the seeds that Fang Xing deliberately cultivated, so he has now begun to teach them all the courses.

    And Fang Xing himself was caught up in the process of compiling the book.

    "Master, something is wrong with the house next door again!"

    ¡°From the house next door?¡±

    Fang Xing put down the signature pen, locked the notebook in the cabinet, and then went out.

    "Master, the Li family dug our ditch!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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