The people of Nanjing City are happy, the wise emperor did not raise his butcher's knife to the people, since entering Nanjing City, there are also benevolent policies from time to time, it can be said that it has won the hearts of the people. However, under this peaceful atmosphere, Tang Ming, who was lying on his back under the uncle in the courtyard, always had a feeling of uneasiness haunting his heart in the past few days.

Zhu Di's enthronement date has been set, and on July 30, that is, tomorrow, he will ascend the throne in the southern suburbs. Others don't know the situation of this day, but Tang Ming knows it clearly, if nothing else, the southern suburbs will be the beginning of a river of blood tomorrow.

A few days of calm and calm have passed, Li Xing is busy preparing for the construction of the East Factory, Ji Gang has left Nanjing, Zheng He is working hard for his dream of voyage, Zhu Di is sharpening his knife in the palace, preparing to ascend the throne, if anyone dares to stand up against it, the butcher's knife will definitely let his head fall to the ground.

"And me?"

Tang Ming couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, he had not been idle in the past few days, but racked his brains to pull people to his fiefdom, but the effect was very small, and the attachment of the people of the Ming Dynasty to their hometown was greatly unexpected by Tang Ming. Except for some beggars who had no family and no ties, no one followed him to the fiefdom to open up the wasteland.

If it goes on like this, it's really bad, and then he will become a marquis without people, so won't he be made fun of by others. There are still a thousand families of craftsmen and soldiers to feed, and how can the people who are not engaged in agricultural labor do it, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive for a month by relying on their own little old capital.

"Ugh......."

Tang Ming had a headache when he thought of this, and looking at the scorching sky, he suddenly had a feeling that his future was bleak. The look of lamentation made Xiaobai and Lingyi wonder what they were crazy about.

Especially Lingyi has never understood what Tang Ming is dissatisfied with, he was named a marquis by the emperor at the age of fifteen, and he is the only one in the Ming Dynasty. Now there is a fiefdom, although I heard that it is an isolated island overseas, but the identity of the Hou Ye is here, and there is nothing to sigh about.

People who stand in different positions and look at things they agree with naturally have different opinions, and Lingyi, as an outsider, naturally can't understand Tang Ming's troubles. Lingyi looked at a letter that Tang Ming was holding in his hand, and seemed to have a hint of abruptness, this letter was just sent from Suzhou in the morning, although Lingyi didn't know what the content of the letter was, but at this moment, Tang Ming's expression had already reminded him that it was probably written by Miss Chen.

As for what made Tang Ming feel distressed like this, there should only be Fang Xiaoru's matter. Miss Chen must have written to ask her about her adoptive father again, Lingyi looked at Tang Ming with some cuteness, and really didn't understand why she chose Miss Chen as his wife. If you are beautiful and can't eat it, is it necessary for a woman to be in such a big danger?

Lingyi's thoughts can only be thought about in his head, so he naturally doesn't dare to say it to his face. Tang Ming's troubles did have the factor of Fang Xiaoru in it, and he still remembered the arrogant words he said to Chen Jialan when he was leaving, and he regretted it!

In the past few days in Nanjing, he has not been able to see Fang Xiaoru at all, let alone persuade him again. Especially in the past few days, he didn't even know where Fang Xiaoru was being held. I asked Yao Guangxiao but couldn't get an answer, and when he was at a loss, Zhu Di was already about to ascend the throne.

Seeing that Fang Xiaoru's ten clans were killed was a foregone conclusion, how would he face his future wife in the future, and losing his trust to a woman was not something Tang Ming could do. But the predicament in front of him really gave him a headache, how to save Fang Xiaoru, this has almost become a heart disease for Tang Ming.

If you are sick, you naturally need a good doctor, and now that the best good doctor is Yao Guangxiao, Tang Ming really can't think of anyone else who can help him. Called Lingyi to prepare the carriage, and took Xiaobai to Qingshou Temple quietly, Nanjing City was full of Zhu Di's pro-army at the moment, Tang Ming naturally didn't need to worry about his personal safety, so the guards didn't take it with him.

Zhu Di is going to ascend the throne, but such major events seem to have nothing to do with Yao Guangxiao, his daily life is still the same as usual, except for the daily morning dynasty, he still lives in a simple way to recite his scriptures and visit his Buddha.

When Tang Ming arrived, Yao Guangxiao was sitting in meditation in the Buddhist hall, and the little monk was napping beside him, looking drowsy. When he saw Tang Ming and Xiaobai coming, the little monk happily arranged for him to wait in the Buddhist hall, and ran to the backyard with Xiaobai to see Xiaobai's appearance, I don't know what happened.

The movement in the Buddhist hall naturally attracted Yao Guangxiao's attention, and he whispered without opening his eyes: "You kid is not a person who can sit still, you always run to my broken temple when you have nothing to do, what do you mean?" ”

Tang Ming has indeed been drilling here all this time, there is no way, there are many troubles in his heart, and he has no one to talk to, although Zheng He is also a good candidate, but he is so busy that his feet don't touch the ground now, and he has no time to pay attention to him, an idle person. Besides, although the small temple of Yao Guangxiao is broken, it is better to be quiet, and by the way, he begged the Buddha to help him solve the trouble in front of him, which is a matter of killing two birds with one stone!

"Master doesn't know, the disciple has been troubled a lot recently, and he is a little impetuous, your Buddha hall is quiet and peaceful, and the disciple can only settle down and think about things here." Secretly glanced at Yao Guangxiao, and saw that he was not really blaming himself for disturbing his Qing cultivation, Tang Ming had the confidence to say this.

Yao Guangxiao suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Tang Ming for a moment: "You slippery boy, just say anything directly, it's not good to learn, you actually learn to be a sycophant." ”

His face was not red and his heart was not beating, Tang Ming was not embarrassed to be debunked at all, he smiled and arched his hand: "What the disciple said is from the heart, and there is no flattery, since Master, your old man is unwilling to listen, the disciple will naturally not dare to talk nonsense in the future." However, recently, the disciple is really troubled, and he asked the master to enlighten the disciple. ”

"For Fang Xiaoru's business?" Yao Guangxiao seemed to be smiling, with an unfathomable look on his old face.

Talking to smart people is a matter of convenience. Tang Ming nodded: "It is precisely this matter, when I left Suzhou, Miss Chen entrusted me to save Lord Fang's life." Now I have been in Nanjing for many days, but I have no way of knowing where Lord Fang is being talked about, I can't even see him in person, so there is naturally no way to talk about persuasion, tomorrow is the time when the emperor ascends the throne, and the disciple is afraid that this situation will continue to develop, and Lord Fang's life is worried! ”

"The emperor's intention is already obvious, if Lord Fang has the heart to take refuge and does not argue with the emperor, his life can be worry-free. The old man had visited him once two days ago, and his mind had been decided, and life and death were determined, and you don't need to worry about this matter anymore. If you have worked hard, why force the result. Yao Guangxiao said lightly, but the look in his eyes still betrayed his heart, and the pity filled his eyes.