Chapter 97 Traps

Fang Xing wrote a letter to Zhu Zhanji, to the effect: Your teacher, I don’t think I’m an inventor, so for the future of Daming, your child should hurry up and learn, and then teach the knowledge to more people .

Although Fang Xing felt that he didn't have a halo, he believed that with the intelligence of the Chinese people, as long as the knowledge was passed on, sooner or later there would be a few geniuses who could turn this knowledge into industrial power and arm Daming with steel stand up.

No, the little princess who was playing with the big girl learned to disassemble the telescope with her friends without a teacher.

Genius!

Everyone looked at the little princess who was playing with doting eyes, thinking that her hands were really ingenious.

Zhang Shuhui looked at the little princess lovingly, and then couldn't help touching her stomach, feeling a little reverie in her heart.

After the husband and wife looked at each other with a tacit understanding, Fang Xing was also a little melancholy.

When is my baby coming out?

But thinking that he was still young, Fang Xing stopped thinking about these troublesome things, because more troublesome things had already come.

Jia Quan was like a field mouse, sneaking up at the door of Fang's backyard. This guy first took a 'gratified' look at the little princess who was dismantling the binoculars with Xiao Hua, and then waved at Fang Xing furtively.

It will be all right when Jia Quan comes!

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

After leaving the backyard, Jia Quan said with the tone of a liaison officer: "Mr. Fang, His Royal Highness, please go."

Why!

Fang Xing stared at the sky speechlessly, thinking to himself, could I have become Zhu Gaochi's personal secretary?

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

Arriving in the Tai's womb, Fang Xing saw the mess all over the floor.

This is a tantrum?

Seeing Fang Xing coming in, Zhu Gaochi 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 His Majesty's side? Where is the trouble?"

Zhu Zhanji waved away the waiter, and then said: "I just received the news that because Xue Lu fell ill, there was a conflict within the young army."

"Young army?"

Fang Xing remembered Chen Xiao's words at that time, and asked, "Isn't Youjun your grandson?"

Zhu Gaochi waved his hands and said, "That's just a name, but it's actually practiced under Xue Lu's control."

I'm dizzy!

"Could it be the kind of name that doesn't get any benefits, but will be blamed?"

There will be too many such things in the future. For example, if someone is suspended as a leader of a certain group, he usually doesn't care about things at all, and he is not qualified to manage them. But once something happens, this person will most likely be implicated.

Poor Zhu Zhanji!

Fang Xing sighed: "There are countless senior generals in Beijing, you can send them to the camp to persuade them."

At this time, the young army has a scale of tens of thousands, and it is said that it will be assigned to the vanguard of the abolished government army in the future.

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

"These are the guys on the fence!"

Fang Xing felt that this matter was really strange, so he asked, "Is Xue Lu a real illness or a fake illness?"

"It's really sick, he dare not cheat on this matter."

Zhu Gaochi can still guarantee this point. If Xue Lu dares to pretend to be sick, Zhu Gaochi vowed to let him know what the way of a courtier is in the years to come.

Zhu Gaochi pressed the desk with both hands, and said expectantly: "Mr. Fang, you are Zhanji's teacher. I think you can go to the young army camp in this capacity to calm this matter down, okay?"

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

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

Zhu Gaochi said helplessly: "Once this matter is reported to the Governor's Mansion,

I will definitely go to Dafu, so I..."

Fuck!

Fang Xing felt that his back was wet with cold sweat, and he said in fear: "Your Highness, I'm afraid someone did it on purpose."

Zhu Gaochi is very smart, but if he cares about it, he will be confused. He slapped his thigh, and a little pain flashed across his face: "Yes! I wanted you to suppress this matter, but even if you suppressed it, after being found out by the emperor, Tsk!"

The key point is that the reporting procedure for this matter was wrong. It should have been reported to the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies or the Ministry of War first, but who would have thought it would come to the prince.

There are traitors!

And it's the one who sent the letter.

Fang Xing looked at Zhu Gaochi with pity, this prince was really like walking a tightrope.

Pitiful!

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

Of course Fang Xing would not interfere in this matter again, otherwise he would definitely be dug and buried, so he also smiled and talked about the interesting story of the little princess.

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

Weaning Wanwan was agreed in advance, so Zhu Gaochi was a little worried that his daughter would not get used to it, but he didn't expect to have a big appetite.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Let's not say it's five years old. After one year old, we should wean off the milk slowly, otherwise the milk will not be able to provide sufficient nutrients, and the child's body will not be strong."

"That's the reason."

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

When I got home, I realized that I had missed Wanwan's motorcade, Fang Xing lazily explained: "Pack up everything."

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

"There are too many rewards from the royal family, and it's a headache!"

Zhang Shuhui feels that the number of rewards her family 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, which is just a show off.

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

Xiaobai also very much agrees with Zhang Shuhui's opinion.

Fang Xing was correcting Ma Su's homework, when he heard that, he smiled and said, "But who almost burned incense to worship a few days ago?"

Zhang Shuhui blushed, and retorted: "I have seen many royal rewards from my natal family before, but isn't this from my own family!"

The honor they get must be different, okay?

Fang Xing handed Ma Su all the homework that was correct, and looked at his radiant wife, feeling a surge 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 of him!

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

The servants are the seeds that Fang Xing intends to cultivate, so now he has started teaching them all the courses.

And Fang Xing himself fell into the process of compiling the book.

"Master, the house next door has another moth!"

"The one next door?"

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

"Master, people from the Li family dug our canal!"