"What? He really said that?" In the imperial study room of the Forbidden Palace, the emperor was so angry that he started clapping the case: "This man is simply... a..."
The emperor glanced at Chang Ping and finally held back the words he was about to say.
"...What a scum!" Chang Ping answered for the emperor with a smile in his eyes.
Since Chang Ping has already made a judgment, why should the emperor be polite? Hearing this, he nodded in deep agreement and said: "Yes! This person is simply a scum! He is a scoundrel!"
Fatty couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he saw the father and daughter scolding Fang Zheng one by one: "Father, this... Even if Brother Fang is a scum, there is no doubt that he is the most suitable person for the current negotiation."
The emperor said angrily: "I have thousands of people in my world. Without him, Fang Zheng, can't I find anyone who can share my worries?"
The fat man hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully: "My father is wise, his martial arts skills are unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and all the heroes and wise men in the world are here. There must be a more suitable candidate than Fang Zheng."
The emperor was stunned for a long while, counting the ministers in his mind over and over again. At the end of the count, the emperor had to sigh dejectedly. Fang Zheng was really the most suitable person to do this. Even if the Turks sent
The envoys asked for peace, but since previous wars against China were almost always victorious, one can imagine how arrogant the Turkic envoys would be when they arrived in Beijing this time.
Now the ministers in the court have developed a kind of fear of them. Even those ministers who are pro-war faction only speak impassionedly in the court. If they really want to face the powerful and cruel Turks, most of them will
Their legs and feet will become weak from fear, and their demeanor will be completely lost. Don’t even expect them to achieve any good results from their negotiations with the Turks.
Only Fang Zheng, who seems to be afraid of everything but acts like he is not afraid of anything, may be able to talk to the Turkic envoys and save some face for the Hua Dynasty. With his slippery and villainous character,
It is conceivable that negotiations with the Turks will definitely not suffer any loss.
The emperor sighed again, gritted his teeth and asked: "He said 50-50 split?"
Seeing the emperor's unkind look, the fat man hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes, Father. He also said... four or six is fine, three or seven... it's not non-negotiable..."
The emperor closed his eyes and resisted the urge to slam the table and curse, and then said fiercely: "I really want to chop this shameless scum with a knife!"
Chang Ping was not happy when he heard this. He shook the emperor's arm and said coquettishly: "Father, if you don't agree, just find someone else. If you agree, just talk to him. Why kill him?"
Woolen cloth?"
The emperor looked at Chang Ping lovingly and smiled bitterly in his heart. If I have a second choice, why should I be so angry for him?
"Four-six, thirty-seven is definitely impossible!" The emperor gritted his teeth and decided, "Wuyi, you go tell him, one-nine, this is my bottom line, I am too lazy to bargain with him, if he doesn't agree, I will
Come forward and talk to the Turks in person."
The fat man was startled, looked at the emperor carefully and said: "Father,... do you really promise him?"
The emperor said angrily: "What can I do if I don't agree? Those ministers who are making peace are just waiting to see my joke this time, hum! I want them to have a good look, and the Turks will also be subdued in my hands.
The emperor glared at her and hummed: "Mi'er, Wu Bian, please remember this. Don't let anyone know about today's events. I am a ninth-grade noble, but I was blackmailed by a fifth-grade official."
, where will my face be saved if this news spreads?"
Fatty and Changping nodded in agreement.
Inside the prison.
Fang Zheng woke up and stretched out comfortably. It was dark in the prison, and he didn't know what time it was now.
"Liu Xi, Comrade Xiao Liu!" Fang Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hey, it's coming." Liu Xi rushed to Fang Zheng as quickly as possible, with a flattering smile on his face: "Master Fang, if you have any orders, just tell me."
After His Royal Highness Prince Fu and His Royal Highness Princess Changping came to see Fang Zheng last night, Liu Xi became even more attentive to him. This gentleman is not an ordinary person. He has been in prison and has been visited by princes and princesses. His energy in the court must not be small.
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"What time is it?" Fang Zheng asked lazily with half-closed eyes.
"My lord, it's Chen time now," Liu Xigong said.
"Ha, one night is over so quickly? Tsk tsk." Fang Zheng muttered, what's the saying? "I live in the mountains for a long time, and I don't know the hardships of the world." Master, don't I feel like a hermit now?
Just sleep until you wake up naturally and count money. Hey, someone will ask me to count until my hand cramps...
"Haha, sir, you slept soundly and peacefully. In fact, sleeping is the most suitable way to kill time in the prison today," Liu Xipei said with a smile.
"Well, don't your prisoners here wake up in the morning and wash themselves?"
"Wash... wash up?" Liu Xi opened his eyes wide: "Sir, the lives of those imprisoned here are at risk, who is still in the mood to wash up?"
"It's really dirty." Fang Zheng curled his lips in disgust: "Go and get some water for me, young master. They are not in the mood. Young master, I have to wash them."
Liu Xi responded and left.
After washing up, Fang Zheng became bored again. The fat man left in a hurry last night, and Fang Zheng forgot to ask him for sex. Without spiritual food, Fang Zheng didn't know what to do. - It seems that I really love learning, young master.
People.
With his hands behind his back, Fang Zheng walked out of the stone room step by step and walked aimlessly along the corridor of the cell. The emperor had given orders that as long as Fang Zheng did not leave this prison, he could go wherever he liked inside without being restrained.
They met many jailers along the way, and maybe some of them greeted them. When they saw Fang Zheng, they all nodded and bowed to say hello. Fang Zheng snorted, ignored them, and just wandered around.
After all, it is the cell of the "Tian" generation. The security inside is extremely tight. The guards are holding whips and watching the prisoners in the cell vigilantly. If anyone yells or behaves abnormally, the guards will whip them over without saying a word.
, ancient times did not pay attention to human rights, and they were beaten even if they were beaten, and there was no way to appeal.
There were only a few torches stuck diagonally on the wall along the corridor inside the cell. The dim light and shadow made the atmosphere of the cell eerie and eerie, and exuded an unpleasant smell of blood and stench. Fang Zheng frowned, covered his nose, and pointed at a
A jailer said dissatisfied: "Hey, what about you? Why are you so lazy? Can't you do some cleaning when you have time? Just leave the prisoners alone, don't you have to stay in there every day? Look, it smells so bad
, how should I treat you?"
The jailer sniffed and said blankly: "What does it smell like? It doesn't smell like anything. Isn't this good?"
Fang Zheng was speechless. These jailers must have been in there for a long time and their noses had lost their sense of smell.
But this young master must pay attention to this issue. If you can't even smell the smell in the future, how can you respond to Jing'er's saying "You know a beauty when you smell the fragrance"? Will Sister Feng's bellyband be stolen in the future...
"Go, let me tell you, Mr. Liu, to bring a few more pots of flowers to my room for me. I have to replace them with new ones every day. What are you waiting for? Why don't you hurry up and go!"
This group of jailers were so stupid in there. Apart from looking quite impressive when they cracked their whips, they were basically the same as the dull-eyed prisoners inside. They just wore different clothes. Why do I always feel like these people?
Does it look familiar? Didn’t the patients in the mental hospital in the previous life look like this?
I can't be affected by this negative atmosphere. Master, I don't know how many days I have to stay in there. What if I am like them when I come out... Is there anything sadder than a time traveler who suddenly turns into a fool?
At the corner of the corridor, a hoarse roar suddenly came: "Damn it! Are you going to recruit me? If not, I will skin you!"
Then there was the sound of a whip hitting the flesh, and a low muffled groan.
Fang Zheng frowned and walked over quickly.
After turning the corner, there was a torture room. A man was naked and hung on a wooden frame. A jailer in front of him was whipping him with a whip. There were several jailers next to him, holding their shoulders.
They were laughing and laughing, and the bloody scene seemed unmoved in their eyes.
This situation is quite familiar. We often see it on TV. The one hanging must be my heroic underground party member. Unfortunately, he was caught by the reactionaries. The reactionaries are now ferociously asking for the names of other party members...
Fang Zheng's heart boiled with passion, and he suddenly stretched out his righteous hands, put on a Zirong appearance of "taking the mighty tiger mountain out of wisdom", and shouted loudly: "Save the enemy under the sword!"
The jailers were stunned, then looked back and saw that the person coming was none other than Fang Zheng. They did not dare to offend this man, so they hurriedly raised their hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, are you here... to see us whip someone?"
This was really a poor conversational statement. Fang Zheng curled his lips in disdain. Seeing that the torturer was still beating the prisoner with a whip, Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Hey, hey! I'm talking about you! Why are you so dumbfounded?
?Didn’t you hear what I just said about leaving someone under the knife?"
The jailer looked at the whip in his hand inexplicably, and wondered: What I am holding is not a knife...
"Who is this?" Fang Zheng looked at the sky and acted like an official.
A jailer laughed and said, "Sir, this man is a killer, who specializes in hiring and killing people. A few days ago, he killed the second son of Mr. Jiang, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and the Ministry of Punishment spent a lot of effort.
We just captured him, and the young men are interrogating him."
"Assassin?" Fang Zheng's eyes lit up. Could this be the legendary assassin brother who did the same kind of work as Jing Ke Zhuanzhu?
Hey, this is something fun.
Fang Zheng said hurriedly: "How can you be so rude to Brother Killer? Quickly, quickly, put him down, get some golden medicine and apply it on him..."
Why did the jailer say, "But... Sir, this man killed the son of Minister Jiang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. If Mr. Jiang..."
Fang Zheng glared and said, "If Mr. Jiang wants to blame me, just blame me. Look at your cowardice and your lack of potential!"
The Ministry of Personnel, that is Pan Shangshu's territory. I guess that Minister Jiang is not a good person. His young master must have deserved his punishment. This young master was saved. Anyway, offending Pan Shangshu is equivalent to offending the entire Ministry of Personnel.
, it doesn’t matter if there is one more Minister Jiang.