"Jin Ying, your hands and feet are too stupid, you can't even sharpen your knives. "Fang Hong chartered a house in the capital, and it was said that he was still a nobleman before, but that nobleman had an accident during the change of the civil fort, and the house was empty. Later, it changed hands several times and fell into Fang Hong's hands.

Next to a pool in the house, the little girl named Jin Ying was laboriously sharpening a firewood knife. The knife was four or five feet long, palm-wide, and looked quite heavy, and the girl had to rest for a while after sharpening the knife.

However, even if it was so hard, Jin Ying never complained, just pursed her mouth and lowered her head to sharpen her knife.

Fang Hong, on the other hand, was sitting on a stone not far away, with a small charcoal stove in front of him, and herbs were boiling in the stove, exuding a strong medicinal smell at the moment.

Fang Hong looked at Jin Ying with more and more satisfaction, Jin Ying looked very mediocre, his skin was slightly dark, and his eyes were not big, but what Fang Hong was satisfied with was the other party's luck.

On the top of Jin Ying's head, the luck is in the shape of a round ball, exuding a red calamity aura, which is called the Luminous Confusion Incarnation. Under normal circumstances, most of the people who have this kind of luck are some thieves in the world. For example, Liu Liu, Liu Qi and others in the past were all this kind of luck.

As soon as such a person comes out, he will often be chaotic and cause chaos in the world.

The luck of the Ying Confusion Descending into the world rarely appears on a woman's body, but it is not nothing, just like Tang Sai'er in the Yongle period, this kind of luck. The reason why Fang Hong noticed Jin Ying was precisely because of this luck, he wanted to use this luck to set up a game, a game that might affect the general trend of heaven and earth.

Compared with a few days ago, the Glowing Confusion Descending Fortune on the top of Jin Ying's head has increased a lot, and even has a more and more aggressive appearance. This is all because Fang Hong asked her to sharpen her knife all day long, the knife is a murder weapon, and letting her sharpen her knife is to open up for her luck.

"Alright, the hour has come, come and drink the medicine. Fang Hong pinched the time and shouted at Jin Ying. Jin Ying immediately put down the firewood knife in his hand and walked over in small steps.

After Jin Ying came over, Fang Hong directly grabbed the casserole, poured the decoction medicine inside into a bowl, and then sent it to Jin Ying. Jin Ying's eyes showed a hint of struggle, but she still frowned and drank the big bowl of medicine.

Jin Ying is actually afraid of Fang Hong. Because the man in front of her had let him kill his father from the beginning, although this was a fulfillment of her wish, but in her heart, Fang Hong had already been labeled as a demon. And after entering this house, this demon also let her sharpen her knife and drink medicine all day long, she didn't know what the other party's purpose was, it was because she didn't know it, so she was afraid.

"Do you want to know what this medicine is for?" After Jin Ying finished drinking the herbs, Fang Hong put away the bowl and asked with a smile.

Jin Ying is still a seven or eight-year-old child after all, even if her mind is deep and precocious, but at this moment, there is a trace of curiosity in her eyes.

"Your body is too weak, these are for you to condition your body. Fang Hong felt a little ridiculous in his heart, this child really misunderstood himself, Jin Ying grew up in a harsh environment since she was a child, she has more than a dozen children in her family, every time her bastard Lao Tzu loses money in gambling, he will come back to find his wife and children to be angry, Jin Ying has been beaten a lot, plus he often can't eat enough, his body is almost dragged down, if he doesn't use medicine to regulate, it is estimated that it will be difficult to live past the age of twenty.

Fang Hong also needed Jin Ying to help him do things, how could he let him die so early.

"Okay, after taking the medicine, let's go out for a walk, it's not good to be bored all day. Fang Hong stretched, jumped directly off the stone, and reached out to pat Jin Ying's head.

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"Father, how is the situation of today's court meeting?" Yang Tinghe walked out of the palace, and halfway through, he met Yang Shen. Yang Shen was on duty in the Hanlin Academy, his position was noble, and he didn't have much to do on weekdays.

"Let's go, let's talk as we go. Yang Tinghe shook his hand, then took his son and walked on the spacious street.

"The emperor did not agree to enter the big sect, and the matter was put on hold for the time being, but the cabinet could not compromise on this matter. The small sect enters the big sect, which is not only a rule, but also represents orthodoxy, and other things can be messed around, but this one is not good. While the two were talking, they walked out of the noon gate and headed in the direction of Yang's mansion. In the distance, the sedan chair man wanted to carry the two, but was ordered by Yang Tinghe to leave.

"King Xing used to admire Confucianism and Taoism, treat literati well, and Qinglin Academy also helped him create momentum, how to ascend the throne is like a changed person. When Yang Shen heard this, he only felt very sad in his heart, and he still led the Qinglin Society to help him wave the flag and shout, but people turned their faces and didn't recognize people.

"With cultivation, today's father will teach you a truth, all relationships other than interests are fragile, especially in officialdom. Do you think the Father is able to sit in this position of the first assistant? It is because I can shelter the people behind me from the wind and rain, and I can ensure their interests. Do you believe it or not, as long as I implement the policy of clearing the acres of land now, the first people to jump out against me are these people behind me?" Yang Tinghe glanced at his son deeply, his son was too naïve after all, maybe because he gave him too much convenience, so that he did not really experience the wind and rain.

"Xingwang...... Does the emperor have a conflict of interest with us? It would be good for him to let him enter the big sect from a small sect. Yang Shen gritted his teeth, but he couldn't solve the doubts in his heart.

"The moment he became emperor, we had a conflict of interest. He wanted to increase his voice in the court, but the minister didn't want a master to dictate to them. Yang Tinghe smiled dumbly and looked up at the sky slightly.

"This time, we have to win. With Xiu, have you ever heard that in places like Liaodong and Tatar, there is a tradition called boiling eagles. Yang Tinghe changed the topic, and his tone became relaxed.

"I've never heard of it. "Yang Shen is a great talent, and he has poems and songs and eight-strand articles at his fingertips, but he doesn't know much about some folk customs outside of books, let alone foreign customs.

"The young eagle is unruly, and boiling the eagle is to cut off the water and rice of the young eagle, not to let it sleep, and to wear off its ferocity with all kinds of pain. As long as you can survive successfully, the young eagle will always be under your control. Yang Tinghe simply explained to his son.

"Boiling the eagle?" Yang Shen's pupils shrank slightly, his father was too bold, he actually planned to wear off the emperor's ferocity, and let him obediently obey.

But what if the other party is not a young eagle, but a cunning and ferocious golden eagle?