Everyone in the Zen room looked at each other and turned pale, and then started to sweat profusely.
Mo Jilian said with a stern face: "Master Fang, can we continue the negotiation?"
Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Of course, of course..." It seems that the Turks are not interested in this way of livening up the atmosphere.
Datta thought for a long time and had already thought of the conditions. Hearing this, he began to speak Turkic language loudly.
Lu Hongwen translated: "He said that Mochu Khan was willing to pay three million taels of silver to return all the women, children and laborers of the Chinese Dynasty, and was willing to swear to the heavenly alliance that he would be good neighbors with the Chinese Dynasty from now on and never invade. Moreover, if the two countries
If we join forces and destroy Gudulu Khan, Mochu Khan is willing to share Gudulu's land, herdsmen and everything equally with the Chinese emperor and will never regret it."
Mojilian was so angry that he couldn't help but jump up when he heard this, and cursed fiercely at Datata in Turkic dialect. Datata was not to be outdone, and the two of them started to quarrel again.
Wei Chengde couldn't stand it any longer, so he leaned into Fang Zheng's ear and said, "Sir Fang, if you keep saying this and arguing for a while, there is no way to go on like this. Isn't it better to talk in another way?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Yes, I didn't expect the Turks to be so rude and their quality is so poor. We can't reach any conclusion after eight lifetimes of talking like this. I think it's better to talk to them separately."
Wei Chengde also agreed with this idea. After exchanging opinions with Feng Qiudao and others, Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Two noble envoys, it's getting late today. Let's just talk about this. Don't worry about us, continue.
, you continue, haha, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, you two might as well live here. When you are tired of the noise, you can lie down and argue. If the noise is not enough, there is an open space outside the temple gate, suitable for three hundred people.
You can use it to fight gangs of gangsters who are above 100 people, but don't be polite..."
When the two Turkic envoys saw that Fang Zheng was about to leave, they couldn't help but become anxious. They didn't talk about anything today, so they put forward conditions. If they continue to talk like this, they won't know what year or month it will be.
Moji grabbed Fang Zheng and said with a smile: "Master Fang, please stay. It's still early. Why rush to leave? I just don't want to argue with that barbarian. Let's sit down and continue talking."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Master Imperial Master, you have also seen the situation in front of you. It is really hard to talk about the noisy situation. As these two couples live their lives, noisy is inevitable. The two envoys are both grown men. There is no need to behave like two people.
Are they fighting over the power of words like enemies?"
When Mojilian and Datata heard Fang Zheng compare them to a couple, they looked at each other and immediately felt chilled.
Fang Zheng continued: "So, haha, let's talk separately. It will be beneficial to you. If you have any conditions, mention them privately. There is no need to put them on the table to quarrel. Regardless of whether we can reach an agreement or not, everyone can get together easily. As long as
Once you leave the borders of our Hua Dynasty, even if you stab each other with knives, that's your business."
Mo Jian glanced at Datata, and an inexplicable light flashed in their eyes. Then they both nodded at the same time and agreed to Fang Zheng's proposal.
Fang Zheng clapped his hands with satisfaction and said with a smile: "That's very good. I'll take my leave now. Let's continue talking tomorrow. Lao Mo, oh, isn't it Mo?...Master Imperial Master, I'll talk to you first tomorrow.
, I’ll find Lao Da after we’ve finished talking…”
After looking at Da Tata, Fang Zheng asked: "...Your surname is Da, too? Hey, I wonder why it is so troublesome for you Turkic people to come up with a name. It is inconvenient to call it out. It is really too backward..."
Fang Zheng put his hands behind his back and shook his head as he walked, leaving behind the two Turkic envoys staring at his back with black lines on their heads...
After leaving the temple gate, Fang Zheng said goodbye to Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao, and took the killer brother and two of them onto the carriage to return home.
The killer brother was very quiet sitting in the carriage - he had always been very quiet. From the day Fang Zheng met him, he was a man who cherished his words as much as gold. I don't know if this was his nature or some stimulation he received while growing up.
, resulting in language dysfunction.
Fang Zheng has been staring at the killer curiously since he got on the carriage. To be honest, he still has a relatively respectful attitude towards ancient killers. In his eyes, the profession of killer is very exciting, and the image is also good.
It's cool, just like what's shown in the movie: the autumn wind is bleak, the fallen leaves are flying, a lonely man is holding an unsheathed sword, walking alone on a deserted street, and then on the rooftops of the buildings on both sides of the street
Like dumplings, some of the supporting characters were dropped one after another to their death. Then the killer smiled coldly, and without even unsheathing his sword, he cleaned up the supporting characters with three punches and two kicks, even his hair style was wiped clean.
There was no mess at all like strong glue. Finally, with a lonely expression of "invincible loneliness", he slowly disappeared from people's sight...
Although the plot is very bloody, the image of the killer in Fang Zheng's mind is indeed like this. In terms of image and temperament, the killer brother in front of him is not far from the killer in Fang Zheng's mind. It's a pity that this guy
Although he looks cold on the outside, he is actually a standard money-crazy person. His insistence on money is even more outrageous than Fang Zheng's.
"Brother Killer, let me ask you a question." No one was talking to Fang Zheng in the carriage, so Fang Zheng had to talk to himself.
The killer closed his eyes and gave a faint hum.
Fang Zheng asked curiously: "Don't people in your profession talk very much? Why?"
The killer opened his eyes and looked at him, but said nothing.
Fang Zheng asked enthusiastically: "Do you even charge for speaking? Wow, isn't that just like a lawyer? By the way, do you have an organization? And the leader of your organization is very bad. In order to break away,
This organization will not hesitate to fall out with fellow killers and fight bloody battles to carve out a bloody path. It is best to save a beautiful woman or something from your organization's dungeon and live together..."
Before Fang Zheng finished speaking, the killer's eyes suddenly opened wide, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a murderous aura soared into the sky - don't ask Fang Zheng how he knew it was murderous aura, he just knew it anyway.
Fang Zheng was so frightened that he shrank back to the back seat of the carriage and quickly surrendered: "Hey, I was just talking nonsense. Why don't you be happy if I stop talking..."
The killer ignored him and only alertly opened the carriage's curtain to look outside, saying coldly: "The situation is not right."
Fang Zheng was shocked and said: "What's wrong?"
As he spoke, he leaned his head out of the carriage window. The carriage was already approaching the gate of the city. Outside the window was a dense grove, lush and green, which looked full of life in the noon sun.
The killer pushed Fang Zheng's head away from the car window and said coldly: "Isn't it time to kill you?"
Fang Zheng said in horror: "Could someone want to kill me here?"
The killer hummed and ignored him, just listening to the movement outside the carriage.
Fang Zheng was anxious and afraid. This was the first time he had faced the threat of death since time travel, and this threat was not face to face. When he thought that the other party was hiding in an unknown dark corner, waiting for an opportunity to cut his neck with a knife,
A layer of goose bumps appeared on Fang Zheng's neck, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept flowing down.
The only one who can save him now is the killer brother in front of him. I don't know if this killer brother can do it. Although he once smashed Fang Zheng's jade pendant with one palm and kicked Xiao Wu away
, but this only proves that he has strength. Fang Zheng, who often read martial arts novels in his previous life, knows that people with strength are actually cannon fodder characters in novels, usually the ones who get their heads shot as soon as they show up. Fang Zheng
Looking up and down at Brother Killer, a feeling of fear could not help but arise in my heart. - What should I do? The more I looked at him, the more he looked like the kind of cannon fodder with only a handful of stupid strength...
"Brother Killer, have you ever killed anyone? I mean, have you ever killed anyone in the martial arts world? Jiang Shilang's stupid son doesn't count." Fang Zheng suddenly remembered that such an important question has never happened since he met Brother Killer.
I never asked him, I was really careless.
The killer brother nodded coldly: "Of course."
Ah, I feel relieved then.
"How do you know there's someone out there waiting to kill me?"
"Feeling." The killer said coolly.
"..."
Fang Zheng felt very sorry for his answer. He disagreed with this idealistic argument. Just like the allusion of "flags and hearts", according to Fang Zheng's understanding, it was two old monks who had nothing to do after they had eaten.
I was gnashing my teeth, but I didn’t expect that Brother Killer also believed in feeling. From this, it seemed that Brother Killer was probably neurotic and nervous.
Fang Zheng finally felt relieved and glared at the killer with dissatisfaction, "Then you can slowly feel it. I'll take a nap first and call me when you get home."
As he spoke, he lazily threw himself into the back seat of the carriage, preparing to have a comfortable sleep.
Without warning, the carriage suddenly shook violently several times, and then the driver screamed, and then the carriage stopped.
Fang Zheng was so frightened that he jumped out of the carriage and shouted, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
The killer pushed him towards the base of the carriage and said: "Lie down and don't move!"
After saying that, he rushed out of the carriage without looking back.
Fang Zheng shouted in horror: "Hey, why are you going? Damn! You are so unloyal? You took my money, why did you leave me here alone and run away? Pay for it! Pay ten times!...
…I’ll go to the Yamen to sue you!”
After calling for a long time, there was no response. There was no movement outside the carriage, not even a bird chirping. Only the horse pulling the carriage snorted twice from time to time.
Fang Zheng really couldn't bear the death-like silence. He hesitated for a moment, got up gently, quietly opened the small curtain of the car window, and closed his eyes to observe the movement outside.
The killer brother did not run away, but stood outside the carriage, surrounded by four masked men holding steel knives.
Even though he was in danger, Fang Zheng couldn't help but smile. Were ancient people stupid or stupid? Why did they have to hide their faces when they did bad things? It was as if everyone in the world knew him. With that
Is it necessary? In fact, even if he is not masked, Fang Zheng will definitely still not recognize him, unless that old guy Pan Shangshu personally cuts him with a knife.