The jade pendant was gone, and the killer felt very embarrassed. Jian Fang Zheng had a mournful face, staring blankly at the pile of "jade powder" in his hand, his expression was like that of a mourning concubine, so heavy and...sad.
The killer scratched his head and handed the powder to Fang Zheng nervously: "Do you... still want it?"
Fang Zheng waved his hand feebly and said: "I gave it to you, keep it well. If the jade is broken,... no, if it turns into powder, it is still jade..."
After saying that, Fang Zheng stood up and walked out in despair: "You take a few days to rest and recuperate. I... I'm a little dizzy. Go back to the house and lie down for a while..."
At this moment, Young Master Fang's heart ached to the point of dripping blood. People say that the rich in literature and martial arts are poor, and this really makes sense. Xiaolu is quite economical in practicing, and only uses a set of two taels of silver to practice with a set of fine porcelain cup lids each time.
The assassin brother is more luxurious. One thousand taels of silver is paid for one practice. If I hire him as a bodyguard in the future, where can I find so many jade for him to take pictures of?
In the next few days, Fang Zheng became busy, he was busy meeting guests.
The first is Fatty and Changping. These two people don't seem to have the consciousness to shut up and think about their past. They always come to Tianlao to report at noon every day. Sometimes the three of them get together to have a drink, sometimes they play the backgammon invented by the young master below, and sometimes they just do it.
Sitting and chatting. They came so often that Liu Xi misunderstood. One day, he even discussed with Fang Zheng whether to prepare two more cells for His Royal Highness Prince Fu and Princess Changping to save them from running around.
So tired...
Feng Qiudao often came to sit down after work, but it was not so lively when Fang Zheng was with him. Usually Fang Zheng talked alone until his mouth went dry, while Feng Qiudao drank silently on the side, and Fang Zheng drank quietly.
Zheng said he was tired, so Feng Qiudao stood up, said goodbye, and then turned around and left. He came again the next day, and it was like this every time, which made Fang Zheng very depressed. He really doubted whether he came here specially.
He kept drinking, and left when he had enough, completely treating Fang Zheng as a non-existent transparent object.
In the past few days, Fang Zheng has become more familiar with the killer brother in the prison. The killer brother is very considerate. After taking the jade pendant worth one thousand taels of silver, he has never used anything on Fang Zheng to practice.
Passed. - The most important thing is that Young Master Fang really can't find anything valuable on him. Otherwise, the killer brother will be so happy that he might even shoot him. The killer is always willing to destroy all beautiful things.
He has paranoid hobbies.
The two reached an agreement in prison. Starting from the day Fang Zheng is released from prison, the killer will be responsible for protecting him personally. The charge will be one hundred taels of silver per day, and charges will be calculated separately. Moreover, the money must be paid first before doing anything.
Fang Zheng endured the heartache and gritted his teeth and agreed. Thinking on the bright side, even if he bought himself a personal accident insurance, if someone assassinated him in the future, he would have an extra safety net. Thinking of this, Young Master Fang felt much better.
Already.
"Hey, brother killer, why did you kill Jiang Shilang's second son? Did he bully you?" When he was bored, Fang Zheng always liked to go to the killer to chat.
"He deserves to die." The killer is still cool and cherishes his words like gold.
"When you killers kill people, do you have to first investigate whether he deserves to die?" Fang Zheng was very surprised. Ancient killers had such professional ethics. How could they be called killers? They were simply the embodiment of heroism and chivalry.
"I only kill people who deserve to die."
Fang Zheng sympathized: "You insist on principles so much, your business must not be very prosperous?" After all, there are still few people who really deserve to die in this world. From this, it can be inferred that this killer brother must be very poor. No wonder he charges such a high price without any discount.
Damn, I bet he’s been eating it for three years since it opened.
The killer snorted coldly when he heard this and ignored him.
"Hey, Brother Killer, what's your name? I can't always call you Brother Killer? Brother Killer, please say a few more words. You are like this, and so is Lao Feng. I feel like I'm very wordy.
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Three days later, the imperial edict arrived at Tianlao.
This time it was Fatty who came to deliver the message.
After completing a set of procedures for issuing the edict, Fatty gently unfolded the imperial edict written on yellow silk. Just as he was about to read it, he frowned and glanced at Fang Zheng again. Seeing Fang Zheng staring at him with a curious look on his face, Fatty thought for a moment.
Thinking, he simply put the imperial edict away, then sat at the table, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the food, and then said slowly: "I don't think you can understand what is written on it, so I might as well speak more straightforwardly.
"
Fang Zheng stood up immediately after hearing this, patted the fat man on the shoulder with a smile and said: "It should have been like this, anyway, there are no outsiders here, let's talk while drinking?" He poured a glass of wine for the fat man.
The fat man picked up the wine glass: "Come on, one of us brothers will go!"
The two drank it all in one gulp, and the fat man smacked his lips and said, "The imperial edict says that in three days the Turkic envoy will arrive in the capital. My father has officially appointed you as the official envoy, responsible for receiving the Turkic envoy's food, accommodation and transportation, as well as communicating with the Turks on both sides."
The envoy negotiates a truce and alliance. Congratulations, Brother Fang, you can be released from prison now."
Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "That's it?"
The fat man was stunned: "That's it. What's wrong?"
Fang Zheng said: "Didn't the Emperor mention anything else?"
The fat man shook his head, "There are two things in total, one is reception and the other is negotiation, nothing else. Oh, by the way, this time my father also appointed Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao as deputy envoys to fully assist you in the negotiation.
Completely completed.”
Fang Zheng said anxiously: "What about the conditions I mentioned last time? Didn't I say that? Four or six is fine, three or seven can also be negotiated..."
The fat man suddenly realized: "My father also said this. Four, six or three or seven is not possible. Your price is too harsh. My father said that it is only one nine at most. This still gives you face. My father said that if you don't agree, then
... He will personally come forward to talk to the Turks. As for you, well, you will never leave the prison in this life."
"One nine?" Fang Zheng's eyes widened: "The imperial court gets one, I get nine?"
The fat man sneered: "What beautiful thing are you thinking of? Do you think it is possible?"
Fang Zheng cracked his fingers and began to settle the accounts. If the Turks pay one million taels of silver, Master, I can only get one hundred thousand taels. This amount of money is probably enough to support the new assassin brother, and the business is not doing well.
It's a loss. Unless the Turks suddenly become generous and pay tens of millions of taels in one breath, my income, young master, is barely considerable. It seems that income and performance are directly proportional. This principle holds true all over the world, ancient and modern.
Fang Zheng snapped his fingers and said cheerfully: "One nine is one nine, I will ask the Turks to pay more, so that we can all get rich together."
The fat man said: "When my father summons you tomorrow, he will tell you the bottom line of the negotiation and the terms that must be reached. You pack up, and we will go out now. It will make you panic if you stay here all the time. How can you survive?"
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Fang Zheng stretched out his hand to stop me: "Hey, wait a minute, who said I'm going out?"
The fat man was stunned, and then said in disbelief: "Aren't you going out?"
Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head.
The fat man suddenly began to stutter: "Why...why? Could it be...you, you don't agree to my father's conditions?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "The emperor's conditions are actually quite good, of course I agree."
The fat man looked around and said, "Could it be that... you are addicted to living here? Well, your Fang family has a lot of money anyway. If you like living in a prison cell, you can just go home and build one yourself."
Fang Zheng said dissatisfied: "Hey, are you talking humanly? Are you going to end up in jail for the rest of my life?"
Then Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said with a bad smile: "Hehe, as for me, I do feel that it is quite comfortable here. Fatty, go back and report to the emperor, saying that Weichen knows that he has committed a heinous crime, and he must be in the prison."
I thought about it on the wall and reviewed the numerous crimes I had committed in my life... Well, you also said that when you saw me crying in the sky prison all day long, thinking about the past, I often felt regretful and wanted to die..."
The fat man wiped his sweat with an ugly face and said, "Brother Fang... you, what on earth do you want to do?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Everything has a cause and effect. One peck and one drink are all predetermined."
The fat man said in astonishment: "Brother Fang...when did you become so talented? What you said is so profound."
Fang Zheng said happily: "Oh? Really? I think so too. Have you noticed that my content has become much richer recently than before? When you look at me, do you feel that I am like a towering mountain, which makes you unable to help but feel excited?
A kind of worship mentality?"
The fat man continued to wipe his sweat: "...Well, let's continue talking about business. What do you mean?"
Fang Zheng smiled pretending to be profound: "Don't ask me, go back and ask your father. He should know what I mean, hehe."
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Inside the royal study.
"This bastard is so brave! He dares to threaten me!" There is no doubt that the emperor was "furious" again this time.
The fat man said doubtfully: "Father, I am ignorant, I don't know what Brother Fang means..."
The emperor said coldly: "Huh! You still don't understand? He wants Pan Shangshu to go to the prison in person to ask him to come out. One peck and one drink, that's what he means. It's so loud! I...I'm really
I wish I could chop him with a knife to relieve my anger!".
The fat man finally realized that this was what Fang Zheng meant by "cause and effect". Pan Shangshu filed a complaint against him, which was the cause. He then went to Tianlao in person to ask Fang Zheng to come out, which was the effect.
"Wu Bian, you go and tell him that I will give him one last chance. If he comes out on his own, that's it. If he doesn't come out, he will be prepared to die of old age in prison! If you want Pan Shangshu to invite him in person, there is no need to talk!"
So the fat man ran away like a hard-working homing pigeon.
Young Master Fang is still living quite comfortably in the prison. He feels that he has gained some weight these days. Muscle lines can now be seen in his formerly thin body, which makes him very happy.
The fat man was not as happy as he was.
As soon as he entered Tianlao, the fat man picked up the tea bowl on the table and took two sips. He gasped and said, "Brother Fang, can you stop playing? My father was so angry that his hair stood up when he heard what you said.
Oh, you...you are so courageous."
Fang Zheng was stunned: "What did I say?"
The fat man was stunned: "Have you forgotten what you said?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Haha, how could I forget? By the way, did your father agree?"
"What a promise!" The fat man said a rare swear word, "Father almost cut off your head, what did you do in prison recently? You suddenly became so courageous?"
Fang Zheng smiled: "It was reasonable for the emperor not to agree. I actually didn't expect him to agree. Haha, I just want to tell your father that my young master is more valuable to the court than that old guy Pan Shangshu.
Much higher. At least I can do things like negotiating with the Turks, but Pan Shangshu can't do it. This is the value. I actually said those words to remind the emperor who is the civil and military official above the court.
Most valuable to him."
The fat man's eyes widened: "Zhezhe, you said you wanted Pan Shangshu to pick you up, were you joking?"
Fang Zheng blinked innocently: "Did I say that? This is all your own guess."