Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 81

Zhu Yousong recognized his position. Fang Xiaobai ignored his previous questioning, put away the documents, and treated Zhu Yousong as a monarch and a minister. He was satisfied and was about to leave. He glanced at the eunuch with the palm print by accident. He didn't know why. , I always feel that the eunuch is weird, but unfortunately I can't tell why.

Shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his head, Fang Xiaobai stepped forward and left.

call!Zhu Yousong and the palm print eunuch both let out a sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous, my son, you almost revealed your secrets. Fang Xiaobai is a murderer. If you let him know your identity, he might do something out of the ordinary."

Zhu Yousong was afraid for a while, but the eunuch with palm prints called Xi'er seemed very calm: "Uncle Huang, Xi'er thinks he's not that scary."

"My son, let's not talk about these things. You escaped from BJ City after a narrow escape, and you suffered a lot along the way. Take a good rest in the imperial city. I can still protect you for a little while in the imperial city."

That's right, this palm-printed eunuch named Xi'er is not a man, but Princess Zhu Yuxi, the princess of Changping who escaped from BJ after untold hardships!

She didn't have her left arm cut off by her father Chongzhen's sword as in history, and she watched the country go down and her family was ruined to spend the rest of her life. Instead, she escaped from BJ and came to Nanjing to join Zhu Yousong. To Zhu Aimee, he didn't treat Aimee Zhu like a fake prince That kind of cruelty, on the contrary, he was kind to her, she almost gave whatever she wanted, even she and Zheng Zhilong's son Zheng Sen flirted without saying anything, so the previous scene happened.

On the other side, Fang Xiaobai walked out of the palace, came to the Royal Printing House without stopping, and handed the document to the steward. Seeing that it was Fang Xiaobai, the god of death, who personally handed it over, the steward hurriedly dismissed some unimportant tasks and sent the new law document Put on typography.

Fang Xiaobai asked: "How long will it take to complete the project?"

"At least three days, it's still for your sake, if Uncle can do that..."

The steward's thumb and index finger were placed where Fang Xiaobai could see them, and they were rubbed repeatedly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see what this meant at a glance.

"Oh! I forgot." He took out a few ingots of silver and stuffed them quietly into the cuff of the steward. "This is up to you."

"Save it, save it for a small one, don't worry, uncle, even if you work overtime, I will give you a hundred copies by tomorrow evening!"

Money can turn ghosts around. It was said that it would take three days, but now it has been shortened to one and a half days. Everyone in Nanming wants money rather than life.

But Fang Xiaobai didn't need to use the army for such a trivial matter. He confiscated tens of millions of taels of silver from his house. Besides, printing in ancient times was a very technical job. It would be easy to kill them if they were upset and tampered with the documents. , but my new law will be postponed.

Suddenly, he remembered a cold joke. He heard that when Wen Xiangjiao rebelled, all their promotional materials were printed for them by the Daming Royal Printing Factory, and the reason was that they gave them money.

Not wanting to complain about the Royal Printing Factory where the mother is the mother, Fang Xiaobai gave himself a day off to take a good look around the city of Nanjing.

If you want to say that Nanjing is the most fun, there is nothing more than the painted boats on the Qinhuai River. The delicate and clear ladies have attracted countless literati.

It's a pity that it's still morning, and I have to go to the Huafang, which is only lively in the evening, now?Find a place to drink tea or something and get to know the people.

After returning to the mansion, Fang Xiaobai changed into a scholar's robe that he didn't want to wear normally, and walked on the street without any guards behind him, looking around like ordinary people.

Suddenly, he found that many people were discussing not far in front of him, and he didn't know what happened.

Fang Xiaobai squeezed into the crowd and saw a few.A big man in a black shirt was beating a young man around 20 years old. The young man vomited blood and curled up on the ground, seemingly losing his consciousness.

Someone is about to die before his eyes. "Stop! Stop it for me, didn't you see that he was about to be beaten to death by you? As the saying goes, take a step back, why are you so desperate?"

"Where did you come from, wild boy who thinks he lives too long?"

The big man in black put his arms across his chest and asked Fang Xiaobai who jumped out with a smirk, she could hit two with his thin arms and legs.If it weren't for the fact that the other party was dressed as a scribe, maybe he would have started directly.

In the past, if you dared to talk to Fang Xiaobai like this, you would have hit him with your fist. Now, you need to understand the situation first to avoid getting the wrong person, which will be a disservice.

"Let's talk about what happened first, and what kind of enmity you have with him."

"Hey, boy, do you really think I'm a magistrate? But it's okay to tell you. This kid owes us 15 taels of silver and hasn't paid it back for three months. He still wants to run away. Brothers, give me a lesson and let him Know what will happen if you don’t pay back the money you owe!”

At first glance, what the big man in black shirt said was right, it is only natural to pay off debts.In ancient times, it was no different than later generations. Gambling houses were also a serious business, just like brothels.

No wonder the big man in black shirt dared to ask the young man unscrupulously. It was obviously impossible. The other party might have little stars flying above his head at this time.

"Well, give it to me, and I will pay off the debt for him."

As soon as this remark came out, the people were in an uproar. An aunt stepped forward and grabbed Fang Xiaobai, and whispered in his ear: "Son, you are not related to that man, so you shouldn't waste this money. Besides, that man He deserves it, whoever asked him to gamble deserved it.”

For a moment, Fang Xiaobai hesitated, he didn't know whether he should help the young man who fell to the ground.

"Hey, boy. You should give me a good word, don't waste our time, give it if you want, and get out if you don't."

As he said that, the big man in black gave him another heavy kick, which caused the young man to faint on the spot.

"Can you talk well, am I not thinking about it?"

Whoops, dare to talk back, the big man in black shirt walked up to Fang Xiaobai and pushed him: "Why? I like to talk like that, if you don't agree, come and practice your hands!"

What was unbearable was that Fang Xiaobai punched as fast as lightning, hitting the big man in black on the right eye with one blow, and then hit the side of the big man in black with a horizontal kick. The latter groaned and rolled to the side.

Patting the chest of the big man in black, Fang Xiaobai said coldly: "I hate people pushing me the most. No matter who is right or wrong in this matter, I will beat that guy!"

"What are you doing standing still! Come on!" Covering his bleeding right eye, the big man in black shirt showed a hint of fierceness.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more troublesome, the people who were onlookers dispersed one after another. Some ran away to continue watching the excitement, and some went to the patrol team in the city to ask for help.

In the battle circle, avoiding the wooden stick thrown by the bald head, Fang Xiaobai hit the bald head with a right hook on the left side of the cheek, and several bloody teeth could be seen flying out of the bald head's mouth.

It's a pity that two fists can't beat four hands, and they can't use killing methods to deal with them. After getting rid of the bald head, Fang Xiaobai was attacked by an iron rod on the back, and he couldn't help but staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"What kind of a man is a few to beat one! Brother, let me help you!"

　Guess who is speaking at the end of the text?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)