Fang Hong stayed in the small Zen temple for a few more days, in addition to studying the scriptures every day, he talked with Wang Yangming and the old monks in the temple and said, although the strength did not increase, but the soul became more and more complete and smooth, quite a bit of the meaning of not moving in all directions. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Wang Chuqing also quickly began to reorganize the Tsing Yi Club, and the old people of the Tsing Yi Club were killed a lot by Wang Ke, but there was still a lot of foundation. But Wang Chuqing doesn't use these people, after all, the Tsing Yi Club used to belong to King Xing, who knows how many shadows he has planted, for insurance, it is better to start from scratch.

She searched for orphans from all over the country and gathered them together for harsh training. This process is long and painful, and it takes time to ferment slowly before it can exert a certain power.

Fang Hong felt that there was no way to go on like this, so he extracted a large amount of essence qi from the Gongjiang River and melted it into the water, as long as he gave people a sip, he could stimulate his thoughts and restore his energy, although if he continued for a long time, he might lose the life span of human beings, but Fang Hong was very short of time now, so he could only do this first. Moreover, if those orphans do not enter the Tsing Yi Society, they may live for a shorter time.

Under Wang Chuqing's high-intensity training and the recovery liquid made by Fang Hong, the shelves of the Tsing Yi Club were quickly formed, and it is estimated that they can be used after polishing and polishing.

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Nanchang City, Ningwang Mansion.

King Ning's family has lived in Nanchang for a hundred years, and many officials here have a close relationship with King Ning's mansion. In the past, King Ning would also deliberately win over those officials and subtly pull those people into his faction.

However, in recent days, King Ning has been much more indifferent to them. Even, King Ning himself has become a little indulgent, indulging in lust in the mansion every day, drunk and dreaming of death, no different from ordinary vassal kings.

The matter of the Han King's relics hit him too hard. Since his ancestors, he has been preparing to be busy with this matter, but all the treasures have been washed away by the water, although he ordered people to go into the water to salvage, but he has not found a single hair.

Without treasure, rebellion becomes a joke. Although Zhu Haochen is very unwilling, what can he do if he is unwilling? If you rebel without money, you may be exterminated by officers and soldiers before you even leave the city.

The cruelest thing in the world is to give you a hope, and then destroy that hope alive. Zhu Haochen is like this, his family has waited for a hundred years for the relics of King Han, and finally saw the results here with him, and they all disappeared like a dream bubble. To be honest, he did not collapse on the spot, this is already his psychological quality is very good.

Zhu Haochen sat in front of a low table, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth spewed a rich smell of wine. In front of him, there is a group of singers dressed in tulle, with ethereal and coherent movements, like fairies.

"Smack. A thin-tired porcelain cup was smashed to the ground, and broken porcelain pieces flew around, only frightening the singers. "Get out, get out of here. The red on Zhu Haochen's face became even thicker, and he said angrily.

Where did the singers dare to disobey, they quickly bowed their heads and bowed, and hurriedly retreated.

Zhu Zhengyang didn't have the slightest expression on his face, he just raised his eyes and glanced at his prince, and after a while, he showed a trace of pain faintly.

Since the old prince was here, he began to plan the affairs of the Han King's relics, and now he finally has hope, and he has failed so completely, let alone the prince, even he can't stand it.

"Is it really at a loss?" Zhu Zhengyang looked at Zhu Haochen with a depressed face, his eyes closed slightly, and his heart was extremely heavy.

"Lord Qiqi, there is a scholar who asks to see. Just as the whole room fell silent, the door of the palace walked in and whispered.

"No, let him me out. "Zhu Haochen doesn't even have the kung fu to deal with it, let alone a scholar, even if it is a senior member of the imperial court who asks to see him, it all depends on his mood. Now he is in a very bad mood, and naturally he is too lazy to see a scholar.

"Wait, let him in. Just as the sect was about to leave, Zhu Zhengyang stopped him and commanded. The man was a little embarrassed, and looked at Zhu Zhengyang, this was an order from the prince, and he didn't dare to disobey it.

"Go ahead, don't waste time. Zhu Zhengyang waved his hand, and Zhu Haochen didn't argue with Zhu Zhengyang about the matter, but just picked up another cup, poured some wine, and after drinking it in one gulp, his face turned even redder.

"I've seen the prince. After a while, the man came in again, and this time he was followed by a tall scholar. This person's face is a little sickly white, which makes people feel gloomy when they see it.

"It's you!" Zhu Haochen didn't look up, his face was full of wine, and he couldn't even open his eyes. Zhu Zhengyang, on the other hand, shrank his pupils and shouted in a deep voice.

It's not that he knows this person, he just has a relationship with this person. This person had met last time in the underground corridor, and because this person was standing at the first one, he was very familiar. This person belongs to a mysterious force, and this mysterious strength has a characteristic, that is, the soldiers under his command have any identity, in addition to scholars, there are farmers, sergeants and merchants, it looks like a ragtag army, but the strength of this group of people is still extremely strong, and the evil spirit of the body is extremely strong.

"I've seen His Royal Highness King Ning, and I've seen Lord Changshi. The scholar stooped down and bowed to them.

"What are you doing here? Have you found that treasure?" Zhu Zhengyang looked at this scholar and couldn't help frowning. Last time, although they designed Wang Chuqing first, they were finally put on the spot by Wang Chuqing. Even if the treasure of the Han King's relics is not lost, half of it will be given to this force, so of course, he is not angry when he speaks.

"The villain came this time to send a great fortune to the prince. The scholar stepped forward, the corners of his mouth were torn apart, and he whispered to Zhu Haochen.

"Hahaha, arrogant, an arrogant scholar. Zhu Haochen laughed angrily, a little scholar still wants to send me wealth? This Ming Dynasty is all from the old Zhu family, and you still need your wealth?

"Ninety-five, is this considered a great wealth?" The scholar was not afraid at all, but his eyes were firm, and he looked at Zhu Haochen and said.

"Smack. The wine glass in Zhu Haochen's hand fell straight to the ground, and he naturally coveted the position of the Ninety-Five Emperor for a long time. Now that this man said that he would give him the ninety-five position, even if he knew that the possibility of all this was extremely low, it would be good to sit down and listen, and if there was any solution to it, then his great cause might have a turnaround.