The night was already deep, and the paper lanterns hanging under the eaves of the back hall were swaying gently in the evening breeze, pulling the two figures in the hall constantly turbulent.
Shangshu Pan sat on the chair of the Grand Master and cried in tears: "Your Highness, the ministers in the court are now suspicious, saying that the assassin who assassinated Fang Zheng was instructed by the old minister. The old minister is really wronged! I wish I could die to prove my innocence..."
The prince comforted her warmly: "Teacher does not need to be angry. Those who are pure will be clear. One day, the grievances will be revealed to the world. I believe that the teacher is innocent."
Pan Shangshu shook his head and said, "Whether it is clear or turbid, the old minister is in the situation, but he can't see the outside world clearly. Your Highness, the old minister has a relationship with you as a teacher and a student, but the old minister doesn't understand why you don't discuss with the old minister when you make any moves?"
The prince said in a little surprised: "I don't know what the teacher means?"
Pan Shangshu said in a deep voice: "There are no outsiders here. The old minister and the crown prince have never been secretive. The old minister is rude and has made a clear impression. May I ask the crown prince, what did the assassination of Fang Zheng do?
The prince was surprised: "Why do the teacher suspect that it was made by the orphans?"
Pan Shangshu stared at the prince's expression without blinking, and said in a deep voice: "The whole court several times, only His Highness the Crown Prince and Old Minister are the only ones who really have a grudge against Fang Zheng. In other words, the only ones who want his life are you and me. The old minister knows that His Highness the Crown Prince is getting more cautious about Fang Zheng. This person is considered a member of the King of Fu. Now that the King of Fu is becoming more favorable, if he does not take off his wings early, he is afraid that the King of Fu will have a risk of fighting for you. Therefore, the old minister dares to believe that killing Fang Zheng will make you more reasonable than the old minister. I wonder if the old minister guesses, right?"
When the prince heard the word "King of Fu", his eyes twitched slightly without notice. Then the prince smiled gently, "The teacher is so serious. It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. The teacher has taught Gu before. If someone is in the court, shouldn't he have personal grudges in his heart? As long as it is beneficial to him, he can have great grudges in his private place, and he can temporarily cooperate with him. If there are benefits, they will be consistent, and if there are disadvantages, they will be cut off. Haha, Gu remembers this very deeply."
Shangshu Pan looked at the prince deeply, thinking about the words "If there are any disadvantages, you will be eliminated". Suddenly, Zhan Yan smiled: "Your Highness the Prince said, "It's the old minister who is confused. Haha, as he is older, he is getting older and dizzy. It seems that the old minister should enjoy his old age."
The prince smiled faintly and said, "Teacher, don't say that. The court relies on the teacher a lot. Those who are capable work harder. How can the teacher easily retreat? I want to ask my father to give the teacher another title to show the royal favor. The teacher is more laborious and has to serve the court for a few years."
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After Master Fang was injured for five days, the alliance negotiations between the Hua Dynasty and the Turks finally began again.
Early in the morning, Fang Zheng arrived at the inn where the Turkic national master Mojilian lived.
The emperor's kindness was so great that the emperor was worried that Fang Zheng would be assassinated again, so he ordered Feng Qiudao to send 500 Dragon Martial Army soldiers to protect Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng is now very proud. Not everyone has the treatment of high-ranking officials who are running around the capital with 500 troops.
Fang Zheng can finally walk around like a crab. He is very happy. The appearance is better than anyone else. Two hundred people in front ring the gong and three hundred people in the back follow closely. Those who know it said that the officials were traveling, and those who don’t know it thought they were escorting death row prisoners to the court.
The Mojilian led all the officials of the Turkic mission to welcome Fang Zheng at the entrance of the inn. Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao and his party. When Mojilian saw Fang Zheng, he smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, I haven't seen each other for many days, and I look good."
Fang Zheng pretended to be surprised and greeted him, bowed and smiled, "Oh, the tired National Master welcomed him personally. How dare I take it? You can sit in the inn and wait for me to come to see you. Isn't it enough? This sun is shining, why bother coming out? Look, you have become dark these days. Do you want to use some men's skin care products from Ruyuzhai? It's very cheap..."
Mojilian smiled bitterly. He couldn't guess what this slick boy was thinking. He could choke people to death every time he spoke.
The two sides exchanged greetings for a while, and went into the inn to sit down. Mo Jilian said with concern: "I heard that Lord Fang was assassinated a few days ago and was slightly injured. How is the injury healed now?"
Fang Zheng smiled indifferently: "It's much better. The National Master is determined, but he has never been able to find out who ordered the assassin. It's really annoying."
Mojilian smiled when he heard this, but he didn't say anything...
The two sides officially started negotiations.
Mojilian said in a deep voice: "Mr. Fang, the conditions I mentioned last time may not be appropriate. I went back and thought about it. I decided to mention it again. How about it?"
Fang Zheng smiled happily and said, "It's so good, Lao Mo, it's not me that you are talking about you. You are all generous and generous people. How can you put forward the conditions and be stingy? This habit is not good, it weakens your reputation as Turks. I want to let you not disappoint this time, I hope you are optimistic about you."
Mo Jilian was secretly angry. This man was full of ruffianism and had no official rules. I really don’t know how the emperor of the Hua Dynasty sent him to preside over the negotiations.
Mojilian held back his anger and said, "My conditions have increased slightly compared to last time. First, I, the Turks, compensate the Chinese and DPRK for the total losses of the war in the past years. If the silver is not enough, we can use good horses, cattle, sheep, and fur to compensate. Second, release all the women, children and labor in the Chinese and DPRKs. Third, if your country forms an alliance with me, Turks, I, Turks, promise that I will never destroy the alliance and will no longer send troops or soldiers to your country for generations. But in the same way, I ask your country to form an alliance with me, Turks, to send troops to work with me, Turks to eliminate the rebel Mochu. These are my conditions. Lord Fang, what do you think?"
Fang Zheng looked at Mo Jilian with a smile. He didn't say anything for a long time. Mo Jilian was uncomfortable when Fang Zheng saw him. After a while, Mo Jilian couldn't help but say, "Master Fang,...Master Fang!"
Fang Zheng came back to his senses and smiled and said, "Haha, don't blame the national master, I was thinking about the conditions you proposed just now."
Seeing that Fang Zheng did not explicitly refuse this time, Mo Jilian couldn't help but be very happy. It seemed that the conditions raised this time were a bit reliable.
Mojilian smiled and said, "I wonder how Lord Fang is thinking?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Sir, your conditions are not enough, well, far from enough..."
Mojilian said anxiously: "I don't know what Lord Fang has to ask. You can tell me and let's discuss it together."
Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed, "Master National Master, it seems that you have been traveling in our China for a long time and have lost the generous spirit that the Turks should have."
Moji opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Fang Zheng didn't give him a chance. He then said, "I'll give you an analogy, for example, I snatched your wife..."
Mo Ji raised his thick eyebrows and was about to get angry. Fang Zheng quickly said, "The metaphor is a metaphor. It must be older than my mother. I am not interested at all. The Lord Wei behind me may prefer this tone..."
Wei Chengde glared at Fang Zheng when he heard this.
"For example, I snatched your wife and slept with her for several years or even more than ten years. One day I returned her to you. Do you think you should thank me for being generous, or just slap me with a big mouth?"
Mojilian said angrily: "I, Turks, regard the revenge of taking over his wife, and will never give up until the person who took over his wife is cut into pieces!"
Fang Zheng slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, so you said you should return the women and children of the Huachao. I don't think this is a condition at all. This is what you should do. I, Huachao, did not send troops to attack you. We are kind and don't care about you. You listed it in the conditions. This really makes me feel ridiculous. I will give you another analogy, I will dig your ancestral grave..."
Mojilian was about to get angry again, Fang Zheng quickly laughed and said, "Metaphor, or metaphor, don't always do this. If you don't make a metaphor, how can you understand the truth of this matter? For example, I dug up your ancestral grave and stole all the corpses of your great-grandfather, grandpa, and parents, and then I will tell you, I will return all these corpses to you, why don't you thank me quickly? - Master National Master, are you happy to hear this?"
Mo Jilian said silently when he heard this. He probably understood what Fang Zheng meant.
Seeing that Mojilian didn't speak, Fang Zheng smiled and continued, "So, Master National Master, there are actually only three of the four conditions you just mentioned. One of them is to ask the Chinese Dynasty to send troops to help you eliminate the rebels. Releasing women, children and labor. In my opinion, it is not a condition, but the sincerity that your country wants to form an alliance with our Chinese Dynasty. I wonder if I say this, can the Chinese National Master agree?"
Mojilian thought about it and nodded silently. In order to achieve the goal of forming an alliance, he could only let Fang Zheng break it up.
Seeing Moji, Fang Zheng nodded happily, and patted his shoulder with relief and said, "Yes, the National Master is well versed in righteousness. It seems that the Turks are not completely arrogant and unreasonable Erlengzi. The National Master is a very obvious negative textbook among the Turks..."
Mojilian smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Mr. Fang, let's continue talking. Can you please stop talking about irrelevant things?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I'm just praising you. Let's continue to say that the conditions you just mentioned are only two benefits from our Huachao, one is three million taels of silver, and the other is a promise to never infringe. This is never infringement, but it's actually just a polite word. I'm straightforward. Don't be upset if you say it. If we destroy Mochuo together, do you think you Turks may not infringe on me? You don't even believe this? So, never infringement or something like that is actually just nonsense."
Fang Zheng smiled and looked at Mojilian, and when he saw him frowning, he obviously agreed.
Fang Zheng continued: "So the essence of the condition you proposed is to pay three million taels of silver to ask my Huachao to send troops to help you fight. Is this right for me?"
Moji frowned, always feeling that Fang Zheng's words were wrong, but he couldn't say something was wrong for a moment, so he had to remain silent and say nothing.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "You Turks are the bosses and are willing to pay three million taels of silver. I, Huachao, work, and at least one hundred thousand troops have to send you a war to help you fight. Then I will give you another analogy..."
Mojilian waved his hand and said, "Sir Fang, just say it directly, I can understand it, so there is no need to make any more metaphors."
Fang Zheng's metaphor is either robbing his wife or digging his ancestral grave. Mo Jilian is really afraid of Fang Zheng's metaphor.
I am weak again and I ask for monthly votes... Don't hold them in my hands. If you don't need to expire, it will be invalid. If you give me a favor, it will be a favor. How great is it.