Chapter 1945 Corn

Zhu Zhanji summoned Fang Xing on the third day after the child was born.

"You actually lost weight?"

Fang Xing was taken aback when they met, Zhu Zhanji touched his cheek, and said in disbelief, "No."

"The eye circles are also dark, are you taking care of a child?"

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said, "It's just a hug every day. By the way, what did you think of giving Tudou a nickname?"

Fang Xing said in astonishment: "Potatoes are big and easy to feed. It is equivalent to giving a humble name and praying for the child."

Zhu Zhanji picked up the brush and praised: "That's the reason."

Fang Xing watched him start writing, and wanted to check it out, but Yu Jia was right next to him, so he couldn't do too much.

Zhu Zhanji hit it with a swipe, and smiled when he saw Fang Xing's appearance: "The big name is Zhu Qiyu, didn't you say that corn and potatoes are commonly produced, and the nickname is called corn."

Fang Xing struggled and said, "I don't have much to say about the name, it's just that the nickname...is it a bit..."

"You mean lowly?"

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said: "If corn can really produce high yield, this name is more noble than my name!"

This was asking if Fang Xing was sure, Fang Xing nodded and said, "I have this confidence, I will definitely do it!"

Zhu Zhanji laughed, handed the paper to Yu Jia, and said, "Report your name to everyone."

After Yu Jia left, Zhu Zhanji asked Fang Xing to sit down and served tea.

When the tea came, Zhu Zhanji waved his hand, only him and Fang Xing were left in the warm pavilion.

"The conditions of the Frankish Mission are all illusory. Da Ming doesn't know their situation, so I don't plan to sign anything substantive. They are illusory, so why not Da Ming?"

Zhu Zhanji smiled: "Although Chen Mo's methods are vulgar, the Frankish Mission seems to be quite happy with his methods, and it has allowed the students in the Ministry of Rites to know a lot."

Of course Fang Xing knew Chen Mo's tricks, and what he was best at was pretending to be honest and being honest with each other.

"He likes to take a bath."

Fang Xing said casually,

Then he asked: "Frank's people didn't learn anything, did they?"

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "The old master has taught them nothing to say."

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing as he imagined the scene where the old master led three foreign students to endorse the book while shaking their heads.

Bastian is all about making friends with Daming, but Frank's strength is not satisfactory, and it is not a small risk to make friends with such a country.

"Frank is in trouble now, and Daming won't have too much contact with Tessie in the near future, how about perfunctory?"

Zhu Zhanji was clearly thinking about this question, Fang Xing nodded, and said: "At present, the goal of the north of Daming can only be achieved step by step. Yilibali, Harlei, as for meat fans, it should be far away."

Meat Lost Country is too far away, so far away that people are desperate for supplies.

"The words of the covenant..."

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji smiled at each other. The covenant is just a decoration. If the two sides have the conditions and opportunities to use each other, they are allies. If not, even if there is a covenant, it will only be used to wipe the ass.

Neither mentioned the shelling, neither was willing to dig a ditch between them.

Zhu Zhanji smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Duanduan was so happy last night that he went to bed very late."

Fang Xing stared blankly at the writing brushes on the table, and said, "She has a younger brother, of course she should be happy."

Zhu Zhanji said bitterly: "This is God's will!"

Fang Xing shook his head slightly, but refused to answer.

The room was silent, Zhu Zhanji looked at the void with melancholy eyes.

"I like Mrs. Sun, everyone knows this, but it's all in vain..."

Zhu Zhanji's melancholy appearance made Fang Xing a little angry, so he stabbed: "But the child is yours."

"Yes, that's why I named him Qi Yu, nicknamed Corn, a very common name. If he has a destiny, he will naturally be more promising than my father."

Zhu Zhanji laughed at himself: "I'm probably the most infatuated emperor in the history of Ming Dynasty, right? Back then, the emperor's grandfather appointed the Hu family for me. This is... from the grandfather's eyes, but I have been with the Sun family for many years..."

"But there are quite a few women in your harem, so since you are the emperor, you should know that... once the empress is appointed, unless she is really immoral, she should not be moved lightly."

After a while of silence, Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "I know, so I will try my best to teach this child that Daming will not be broken in his hands. Otherwise, I will have no face to see the emperor's grandfather, and no face to see the emperor Gao. .”

When the emperor said this, people couldn't help but feel desolate, but Fang Xing suddenly remembered that Zhu Zhanji had gone when the prince was young.

"Have you practiced recently?"

"Busy, forgot."

Zhu Zhanji said a little tiredly.

"You shouldn't!"

Fang Xing raised his voice and said, "You are the emperor, if you continue like this, your health will get worse and worse. Touch your stomach and thighs, are you fat?"

Zhu Zhanji didn't need to touch it, but said: "It's a little fatter, just pay attention to your diet."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Let's not talk about long live, but you can live to seventy or eighty, right? But how do you live in your current state?"

These words are outrageous, but fortunately no outsiders are there.

Seeing Fang Xing frowning, Zhu Zhanji smiled wryly and said, "National affairs and family affairs are entangled. I'm tired, tired, and don't want to move."

Fang Xing was at a loss, and after the two chatted about something, he got up and left.

After leaving Qianqing Palace, Fang Xing turned around and said to Yu Jia: "Your Majesty, you can't go on like this. Find someone. I have something to tell the Empress Dowager."

Yu Jia looked around and said in a low voice, "Xinghe Bo, please tell me."

Fang Xing said: "Let the princess get up earlier every day, at least encourage your majesty to go down and practice."

There is no need to say much, Yu Jia nodded understandingly.

Fang Xing felt that this matter was basically reliable, so he prepared to go home to coax Wuyou who had some indigestion yesterday.

Who knew that Jin Ying had been waiting for a long time when she got home.

"Xing Hebo, help me to talk to Mr. Wu."

"The Ministry of Industry is still silent?"

Fang Xing felt that this matter was a bit strange, Wu Zhong had no enmity with him, and the matter of the Royal Workshop was not something he could keep a close eye on, what does this person mean!

Jin Ying didn't mean to be angry, but just smiled wryly and said: "The roads are being built in the north and the south. Although we don't rush the work, there are too many things at the beginning. Our family went to the Ministry of Industry to ask for a few times. Every time, Wu Zhong promised to be good. After that Forgot again."

Fang Xing pondered for a while, and said, "The Ministry of Industry won't be a stumbling block, so... I'll go and have a look."

He went to the Ministry of Industry in no time, and went straight through the door to find Wu Zhong who was struggling to explain things to others.

Wu Zhong raised his eyes and saw that it was him, so he cried bitterly: "Uncle Xinghe, is it about the workshop? My officer...wait a minute, my side will be ready soon."

Fang Xing listened to him explaining that it was all about the transportation of supplies, so he felt like quitting. But Wu Zhong was probably feeling guilty, and after finishing the matter a few times, he said to the people outside the door: "Take it easy."

Then he cupped his hands and said to Fang Xing: "It's not that I have blamed you, those things have already been divided up, and no matter how urgent you want, you can only wait another month, and when the various supplies from the north and the south arrive, you can relax at that time." Please forgive Xing and Bo."

Fang Xing has nothing to say, since Wuzhong dialect has been covered for this point, the memorial must have been written, and Zhu Zhanji already knew about it.

Kim Young, Kim Young...

Fang Xinggong bowed his hands and said goodbye, all the way out of the Ministry of Industry, Jin Ying came up to greet him and asked eagerly: "Xing Hebo, what's the matter?"

Fang Xing got on the horse without saying a word, turned around on the horse, stared at Jin Ying and asked, "You don't have any news in the palace?"

Jin Ying shook her head blankly, and said: "Our family is out of the palace and away from His Majesty's side. It is a dog in the water. It is good if others don't step on it. How dare you take the risk of communicating with our family?"

It is risky to transmit news inside and outside the palace, but it is not uncommon in reality.

Otherwise, how could someone say that Zhu Gaochi was not filial in his filial piety!

Fang Xing looked pale, and said, "If you come to Wuzhong next month, there will definitely be one."

Jin Ying happily cupped her hands in thanks, then mounted her horse and left.