Since Yuan Jiang was killed, Ji Gang was as careful as a mouse, carefully collecting information about his enemies every day. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Recently, Ji Gang's office space has been changed to a small courtyard further inside, and if outsiders want to break in, they will first have to face multiple snipers.

In some dimly lit rooms, the galloping horse on the wall also looked a little depressed.

Ji Gang threw the notebook on the table, and his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters.

"How did that Fang Xing get Yao Guangxiao's favor?"

Since Yuan Jiang's death, some of the affairs on his hand have been transferred to Zhuang Jing, so he is in a very good mood, and when he heard this, he smiled and said: "My lord, that's just for the sake of the grandson's face, otherwise why wouldn't he go alone?" ”

Seeing that Ji Gang's expression was still a little serious, Zhuang Jing took a step forward and said, "My lord, that Fang Xing has not come out, why do you look at him differently?" ”

Ji Gang remembered the eyes of the prince and grandson looking at him, his teeth trembled a little, and he fixed his mind: "If the prince succeeds to the throne, you and I will have no place to die!" ”

Zhuang Jing opened his mouth, not knowing what this matter had to do with Fang Xing.

Ji Gang covered his forehead, feeling that his cronies lacked the kind of talent that Xie Jin.

Thinking of Xie Jin, Ji Gang's eyes were deep, and he sneered: "That Fang Xing and Xie Jin are the same, they are both cadres who defend the crown prince and grandson, if we don't get rid of them, will I just wait to be killed?" ”

Zhuang Jing didn't want to die, so he said viciously: "My lord, why don't you send someone to kill him!" ”

"Stupid pig!"

Ji Gang's eyes turned to the sky, and he trembled with anger.

"That Fang Xing is the teacher of the imperial grandson, if you kill him, will the imperial grandson not investigate? How are you and I compared to the emperor's grandson in front of Your Majesty? ”

Although Zhuang Jing said that Jinling City was the world of Jinyiwei, he didn't dare to talk nonsense on this topic.

"If the imperial grandson is angry, you and I will have to fight hard! Do you understand? ”

Zhuang Jing was dumbfounded and said, "My lord, with the imperial grandson, you can't let Your Majesty attack us, right?" ”

Ji Gang was really angry with this goods, and waved his hand: "I would rather be executed by His Majesty!" ”

What are you kidding, if Zhu Di executes Ji Gang, his family may still be alive, but if it is Zhu Zhanji's turn to take the throne, the consequences will be much more tragic.

So......

"So the crown prince must not be allowed to ascend to the throne!"

……

In Fangjiazhuang, the weather was sunny, but it was not very hot, so Fang Xing took out two small kites and asked Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai to fly them outside.

Wanwan also shouted to go, so the two big and two small four women went outside on chatter.

After the others left, Fang Xing went to the front yard.

Zhu Fang has been a little idle recently, and after seeing Fang wake up, he hurriedly wanted to find an errand.

"Young master, I have nothing to do this day, I am panicked!"

Fang Xing looked at the flintlock device on the vise, so he tried it casually, and the result was a small spark, which startled him.

"Not bad!"

This kind of spark can definitely ignite the *fire* medicine, Fang Xing picked up a musket, looked at the medicine pool on the side, and couldn't help but praise: "Very good, on the side, even if the weather is not very good, I estimate that the ignition rate is still guaranteed." ”

Zhu Fang rubbed his big hands on the side and said with a smile: "Young master, I also tried the rifling you said." ”

Fang Xing was shocked and moved: "Oh! Where is it? ”

Zhu Fang bent down and took out a gun barrel from below and handed it to Fang Xing.

"Young master, this is hooked out with a hook, it takes too long."

Fang Xing aimed the barrel of the gun at the bright place, and then looked at the few yin and yang curves inside, itching.

Zhu Fang saw the excitement on Fang Xing's face, and couldn't help but say the shortcomings: "Young master, this kind of barrel loading is very difficult. ”

Fang Xing looked at a few yin lines and sighed, "Made! If the caliber of the lead bullet is not large, this sealing cannot be guaranteed at all! ”

However, there was a smoothbore gun in front of him, and it was a flintlock smoothbore gun, and Fang Xing was already satisfied.

"Let's take our time, you continue to study this rifled musket, and I'll give you whatever you need!"

Fang Xing was also ruthless, thinking that he didn't lack tools, what he lacked was just time.

With the shock of the Ming craftsmen, Fang Xing waved his hand and added two taels of silver to Zhu Fang every month.

"Husband, what did Zhu Fang do well?"

Zhang Shuhui, as the lady in charge, must ask about the entry and exit of every sum of money.

Fang Xing recalled the exquisiteness of the lighter device, and praised: "Actually, I think it's less than two taels of silver added every month, he created this thing, and those who know the goods can break their heads!" ”

Zhang Shuhui gave up, and thoughtfully put Zhu Fang's wife home.

With flintlock pistols in the middle, the infantry on both wings protecting, and the cavalry behind them ready to attack at any time, this kind of scene is spectacular!

The overwhelming procession stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the sound of whistles or drums commanded the procession to march in unison.

"Tsk!"

Fang Xing felt that he was drooling a little.

"Young master, Jia Quan asks to see you."

Fang Xing wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and hurriedly went to the front yard.

Seeing Jia Quan, Fang Xing was about to ask Zhu Zhanji why he didn't come today, but Jia Quan told him bad news with a serious face.

"Mr. Fang, some people say that you plagiarized!"

"Plagiarism? What am I plagiarizing? ”

Fang Xing was a little confused, he felt that he didn't recite poetry, and he didn't publish a book, where is this special?

Jia Quan shook his head and said, "This is the news I just received, and I haven't told His Highness yet." It is said that a great Confucian named Hong Bingzheng said that your arithmetic was plagiarized from his manuscript back then. ”

"Arithmetic?"

Fang woke up and didn't get angry, but just sneered: "Where is that great confucian?" ”

Jia Quan shrunk his neck and said, "I heard that I was on my way to Beijing, so I guess I wanted to confront him face to face." ”

This is a slap in the face!

"Jia Quan, do you have any information about Hong Bingzheng? For example, what he is good at. ”

Jia Quan said embarrassedly: "Not yet, after receiving the news, I have already sent my brothers to investigate, but it will take a little time." ”

Fang Xing threw a pair of gloves to Jia Quan and said, "Then I want to see what kind of face my Da Ming Confucian!" ”

By the time Zhu Zhanji came, Fang Xing had already regained his composure and was teaching Wanwan to fish by the edge of the pool in the backyard.

"Brother Dehua, my father said this, peace is precious."

Fang Xing handed the fishing rod to Liang Zhong, who was protecting Wanwan on the side, then clapped his hands and said, "I won't do it!" ”

"Brother Dehua, junior brother heard that Hong Bingzheng has a group of friends and students, if the two sides conflict, I'm afraid that your side will suffer."

Fang Xing smiled: "Do you also think that my arithmetic was stolen?" ”

Zhu Zhanji hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, absolutely not!" Brother Dehua, you are not only amazing in arithmetic, but also benefit me a lot in other aspects, this is not some kind of knowledge that can be stolen by stealing teachers. (To be continued.) )