The only surprise is that it seems that the emperor is willing to let a group of Confucian scholars return to the west with him, which is good news.

"Your Highness of the Duke of Qi..."

He called Fang Jifan His Highness, and obviously he did not know enough about the title of Ming Dynasty.

Fang Jifan frowned slightly and looked at him seriously. He obviously thought about him calling him "Your Highness". However, Fang Jifan was not particular about the details and did not remind Suleiman of these red tape.

However, Suleiman did not notice the changes in Fang Jifan, but said, "I came here to pay homage, because I hope..."

"I know." Fang Jifan interrupted him.

In Suleiman's opinion, this was very rude.

But Fang Jifan has always been like this. He has brain disease, so what are you afraid of? You have to sympathize with me.

Fang Jifan calmed down and said to Suleiman.

"Your Majesty has already approved this matter. Your Majesty has heard of the Ottoman name for a long time. After all, we all have common enemies, whether they are the Ross or the Franchise people, they are our confidants. This time, how many Confucian scholars do you need?"

Suleiman pondered for a moment: "How about one hundred...one hundred people...?"

He stared at Fang Jifan, looking a little unconfident.

There were too many people, and he was afraid that Fang Jifan would flatly reject it, so he did not dare to ask for too many people.

Fang Jifan was happy.

"How can one hundred people be enough? The Ming Dynasty and the Ottomans are the country of brothers. Brother Suleiman, when I first saw you, I was extremely kind, just like a brother who had been separated for many years. Look, you have black eyes, and I have black eyes, isn't this fate? I love to make friends with you the most, three thousand... The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is willing to generously give three thousand Confucian scholars to your country."

Suleiman's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, and he looked at Fang Jifan in disbelief.

Three thousand people, I gave so many Confucian scholars at once?

Suleiman couldn't help frowning, feeling a little confused.

Could it be...whether they have any plans?

He looked at Fang Jifan with great seriousness, and Suleiman began to think of all the rumors about Fang Jifan.

This person...loves money as life.

This person...

He couldn't help but tremble.

Could it be...

"But I don't know how many gold coins we hope we can take out."

Suleiman is fully prepared.

Fang Jifan shook his head and sighed, "Hey, gold coins... no no, no, I said a long time ago, we are brothers, I am particularly kind when I see you. Since you are all brothers, what do you want to do with gold and silver? Fang Jifan is loyal and treats gold and silver as dirt. He doesn't accept you with a copper coin. This is my little intention. I beg your highness to accept it."

Suleiman was shocked.

He suddenly felt that Fang Jifan was particularly cute.

"But... I, the Ming Dynasty, hoped to rebuild the Silk Road, trade with the Ottomans by land. We hope that our caravans could set off from the capital and go straight to the Mediterranean... I don't know your highness..."

Suleiman was excited: "This is a trivial matter. I'm here this time, and I'm just trying to do this."

"It's true that we are brothers. Not only are we all black-eyed, but we don't even have the same idea."

Fang Jifan stood up intimately and patted Suleiman on the shoulder.

Three thousand...

Suleiman was so excited that he almost fainted.

"But... this matter cannot be made public for the time being. Your Highness, you know that although Your Majesty and I have a very good impression of Your Highness, I am afraid that after the news came out, it would be opposed by some people. Look..."

Suleiman patted his chest and promised: "Of course, please rest assured that Brother Fang...'s kindness, I keep it in mind."

At this time, the excited Suleiman had already begun to call Fang Jifan the brother.

Fang Jifan looked at this generation of heroes and had an illusion in his heart.

Emperor Suleiman of this age is a bit mentally retarded.

Of course... it seems that both sides are having their own ideas.

Fang Jifan had already grabbed Suleiman's hand and said insincerely: "Brother Suleiman, you and I hit it off at first sight. Are you interested? Stay here for a meal?"

"Brother Fang's good intentions, how dare you reject them?"

During lunch, it was very hearty, with distilled wine, and the best beef and mutton on the side stove.

Zhu Houzhao came when she smelled the fragrance.

The three of them sat down. Zhu Houzhao looked at Suleiman and saw his happy look, and she smiled in her heart. The corrupt scholar I despised from, you are a treasure, you are confused, hehe...

Suleiman also looked at the prince of the Ming Dynasty and sneered in his heart. This prince was sitting in the treasure mountain, but he didn't know that he was confused, hum.

Suleiman glanced at Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, are you plowing the fields recently?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded.

Suleiman said: "What's good about farming?"

What did Zhu Houzhao say when she opened her mouth?

Fang Jifan said, "Sage Confucius praised benevolent government. Of course, there is also farming in benevolent government. The so-called agriculture is the basis."

Suleiman thoughtfully and suddenly said, "In this way, does the Crown Prince also advocate Confucianism?"

What did Zhu Houzhao want to say again?

Fang Jifan said: "Of course, of course, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, loves to be called Xiao Zhu Xiucai, a scholar, isn't this a Confucian scholar?"

Suleiman suddenly realized.

However, he still felt that the prince was a little unrighteous in his cultivation.

After drinking a few cups of distilled liquor, Suleiman couldn't stand the extremely purity distilled liquor. He was drunk immediately. He said vaguely, "Three thousand Confucian scholars, three thousand Confucian scholars are enough to make me... make me... Haha, Brother Fang, thank you for your kindness. You are the most generous person I have ever seen. I thought you would ask for gold and silver, but I never thought of you..."

"What?" Zhu Houzhao remained awake: "Three thousand Confucian scholars, no one is taken away. What does this mean? Are Confucian scholars so worthless? Even if they are three thousand heads..."

Fang Jifan immediately covered Zhu Houzhao's mouth: "Your Highness, Your Highness... Make friends, make friends, don't speak badly..."

Zhu Houzhao was still hesitating: "No...ah...I have to...um...no...Lao Fang, you took the wrong medicine..."

"Shh..." Fang Jifan made a gesture of silence at Zhu Houzhao, but Zhu Houzhao was still relentless: "Lao Fang, how could you do this..."

"Your Highness, we are all brothers..." Fang Jifan was very helpless and could only cover his Zhu Houzhao's mouth.

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Fengtian Palace...

Xiao Jing whispered something in the ear of Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi's face slowly pulled down.

then……

His face was blue and white, and he said slowly: "I have entrusted such a big deal to Jifan. Why is Jifan... that's the only one?"
Chapter completed!