Chapter 333 Xiaofang Flying Knife (I Wish Everyone a Good Couple Today!)

After a good night's sleep, Fang Xing thumped his waist, looked at Zhang Shuhui who was dressing up, and said, "This man is indeed a cow. Seeing how radiant you are, why don't you have a tonic soup for your husband at night?"

"Pooh!"

Zhang Shuhui gave a light pooh, and then went out with a blushing face.

"Oh, I can only rest for one day today."

After washing up, Fang Xing remembered that he had to negotiate with the two envoys tomorrow, and immediately missed the leisurely days.

"It's a worry-free thing. You only know how to be obedient if you have a bruised nose and a swollen face!"

Thinking of Mahamu's difficult life, Fang Xing's mood improved a lot.

Breakfast is jujube, wolfberry, lean meat and preserved egg porridge. This combination made Fang Xing astonished.

After smelling the smell, Fang Xing frowned and said, "Is this sweet, salty or not, why...it's so delicious!"

Bite the bullet and drank half a bowl, Fang Xing saw that Zhang Shuhui's complexion was getting better, and praised: "As expected, she is a good wife, this porridge tastes great."

Only then did Zhang Shuhui happily say: "Husband, I soaked the rice last night, prepared the ingredients, and started cooking it early in the morning. Is it really delicious? Can I prepare it tomorrow morning?"

Fang Xing's legs trembled, and he forced a smile and said, "Okay, okay, but this taste needs to be changed frequently, why don't we have vegetable porridge tomorrow morning, and then some fermented bean curd would be fine."

Thinking of the fermented bean curd in that jar, Xiao Bai immediately raised his head and said, "Master, it's all eaten up."

"It's okay, we have plenty."

Fang Xing picked up a boiled egg and walked out, saying as he walked, "But it's salty, you should eat less."

There are plenty of these condiments in the warehouse, and Fang Xing will take out some after a while for the first fresh and home use.

Speaking of No. 1 Fresh, Fang Xing remembered that someone was going to invite Zhu Zhanji to dinner today, and No. 1 Fresh reserved a special room on the second floor.

Do you want to rub a meal?

When we arrived at the study, Ma Su was already ready.

"Tomorrow Qiu Wei, I have nothing to teach you as a teacher, the key is to show it, don't be nervous!"

Fang Xing still believed in Ma Su's level, so when he saw that Ma Su was a little nervous, he assigned him one thing to do, which was considered a distraction.

"Go to Hanwang Mansion and ask what happened yesterday."

Ma Su was taken aback, thinking that I have an exam tomorrow, so don't I review my homework today?

Fang Xing said with a smile: "The more nervous you are, the more you need to calm down, get out, go back quickly."

After Ma Su left, Fang Xing took out the map, looked at the places of Wala and Tatar, and called for the knife after a long time.

The knife has been growing recently, and seeing some sticking out, Fang Xing said with satisfaction, "I have something here, you put it under the bed of Oara and the Tatar envoy, and stick it firmly with this."

The knife took the two long and narrow things, tried the sticker again, and left without asking.

"It really is a good material!"

Since Xiaodao arrived at Fang's house, he has been practicing hard every day. It is said that even Lao Qi Xin has to be careful with his throwing knives, otherwise it will be difficult to dodge.

In the warehouse, Fang Xing searched all over the world for a long time, only to find dozens of small knives, and then dodged back.

After testing the sharpness, Fang Xing's interest greatly increased, so he simply found a large piece of foam and put it behind the door, and started playing with the throwing knife.

After playing for a while, Fang Xing also mastered some tricks of the center of gravity, so he played tricks.

After turning his back, Fang Xing threw the throwing knife casually.

He felt that this knife was his magic stroke, and he probably would never perform it like this again in his life.

Whoosh...

"Brother Dehua..."

"Squeak..."

As soon as the flying knife was shot, the door of the study was pushed open.

Fang Xing was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "Low your head!"

Zhu Zhanji was opening his mouth to speak, but when he heard the shout, the other party's awakened trust made him immediately lower his head.

The flying knife flashed, Zhu Zhanji dodged, but Jia Quan behind him stood still with a flying knife stuck in his head.

This knife was sent out by Fang Xing after he possessed his body, with excellent angle and strength.

"Are you OK?"

Fang Xing saw the flying knife piercing Jia Quan's head, and thought that this magical knife would not kill him.

Zhu Zhanji also looked back at Jia Quan in shock, then stretched out his hand, and slowly pulled out the flying knife.

"No blood?"

"Plop!"

Just when Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing were glad that no one was killed, Jia Quan fell to the ground, staring blankly at the ground.

"Oh! Am I dead?"

Jia Quan asked tremblingly.

Fang Xing walked closer and looked at it a few times before he said in relief, "It's nothing, it's just that some hair has been broken."

"What do you want from me?"

After entering the study, Fang Xing put away the flying knife, planning to give the knife to him later.

Zhu Zhanji took a sip of tea, suppressed the shock just now, and then said: "Today, King Jin returned to his fiefdom, and Grandpa ordered my younger brother to see him off. Brother Dehua, let's go together, otherwise my younger brother doesn't want to go."

Fang Xing rolled his eyes and said, "You think I'm happy to see him? That's disgusting!"

But is Zhu Jixuan already the King of Jin?

Tut tut! Fang Xing shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is really willing to give it to him!"

Zhu Zhanji said with a strange expression: "Last night, Uncle Han Wang was recruited into the palace. I don't know what he did. I heard that King Jin's face was swollen when he came out. He has just saluted the emperor and received the title, and he has to go back soon." .”

"The King of Han is indeed a man!"

Fang Xing gave a thumbs up, and really felt that Zhu Gaoxu was awesome.

These days, the one who dared to beat someone up in front of Zhu Di, and the one who beat up was a prince, probably Zhu Gaoxu was the only one.

Zhu Zhanji said leisurely and fascinated: "My little brother wants to too! It's just that I can't, and I don't dare."

Fang Xing stood up and said, "I'll take you to a fight someday, and I promise you will enjoy it."

...

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets go up to the blue sky.

Outside a pavilion outside Jinling City, Zhu Jixuan was standing there with his entourage, and Zhang Fu was a little embarrassed explaining what happened last night.

"Your Highness, I was restrained by the King of Han's people last night, so I can't escape, otherwise even if I risk my life, I will..."

"His Royal Highness is here..."

Zhu Jixuan didn't want to hear this at all, so he hurried to the front.

He has already offended the king of Han, if he offends the grandson again, then he can only pin his hopes on the king of Zhao, otherwise he will be in great trouble from now on.

These days, anyone who can't step on a few boats is not a good rich man. Of course Zhu Jixuan is a good rich man, so he dare not pin all his hopes on Zhu Gaosui.

But when Zhu Zhanji got closer and closer, the man beside him caught Zhu Jixuan's eyes.

"Fang Xing..."

"Fang Xing..."

Zhang Fu saw that Fang Xing was only one horse head behind Zhu Zhanji, and felt that envy, jealousy and hatred could not be suppressed.

If he could become Taisun's confidant, Zhang Fu would certainly not go to Zhu Gaosui.

But the people around Zhu Zhanji are almost all arranged by Zhu Di, and others can't intervene at all.

What a lucky guy!

Zhang Fu recalled that Fang Xing was just a small landlord in Beiping, but by chance, he became attached to the grandson, and it has been out of control ever since.

This person is Xing Hebo now!

In the Yongle Dynasty, those who were knighted by military merits, in terms of age, Fang Xing was the youngest.

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