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Xiao Huaiyuan's face looked ugly.
He felt that he was being plotted by Fang Zheng again. Ever since he got to know Fang Zheng, he never seemed to take advantage. That guy was always able to stand as a victim, get the benefits he wanted to the maximum extent, and do everything he could to get the benefits he wanted.
It's possible for others to take the blame for him. What's even more maddening is that he never seems to feel ashamed about it, as if it is natural to do so.
Xiao Huaiyuan deeply felt that before he reached the level of shamelessness like Fang Zheng, it would be better to keep a distance from him, otherwise he would always be the one to suffer, and it might affect everything he does in the future and lose the beauty of human nature.
A side of confidence. - There shouldn't be many people like Fang Zheng in this world? Fortunately, there aren't many.
Xiao Huaiyuan, who had been searching in the cellar for a long time but found nothing, said goodbye to Fang Zheng with a dull look. As for the century-old wine tightly held in Fang Zheng's arms, Xiao Huaiyuan didn't even look at it. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, but that
He knew that whatever Fang Zheng was interested in would definitely not belong to him, so it was better to keep it out of sight.
Fang Zheng was very satisfied with Xiao Huaiyuan's ability to distinguish between interests.
To be honest, he had no intention of sharing this good wine with Xiao Huaiyuan. Although the two of them worked together as thieves, their purposes were different. He didn't find what he wanted, but he found it himself. It didn't make sense.
Share with him what you are interested in. What is "a thief has his own way"? It depends on how he understands this. Fang Zheng believes that this word means to tell those who join forces to become thieves that they must first understand what they want.
Then draw a line: What I want, no one can take it, and what I don’t want, you can take it. This is called "there is a way to steal". Without rules, there is no rule.
Fang Zheng has always been proud of his super understanding ability. He feels that he is extremely talented and a very wise person.
After Xiao Huaiyuan left, Fang Zheng searched for two water skins in the cellar, carefully poured the wine from the jars, then opened his coat and carefully tied the skins around his waist.
As for the other treasures in the cellar, Fang Zheng took a reluctant look at them and finally decided to give up.
Don't go too far when taking advantage of others. Be careful about everything. You can't have your cake and eat it too. It's hard for a mature woman and a lolita to fly together...
Patting the leather bag around his waist, Fang Zheng felt very fulfilled. After coming out of the cellar, he did not say hello to the prince. Shi Shiran walked out of Yihongyuan. He planned to go back. The stupid literati inside shook their heads and chanted poems.
Yes, Fang Zheng has no intention of messing around with them. It's better to keep a low profile. In his previous life, he memorized so many classic and wonderful Tang poems and Song lyrics. If he just recited a few of them, would those literati be still alive?
As for how the noble Prince would react when he finds out that the century-old wine he used to show off to his guests has disappeared...
Well, I am very busy and have no time to pay attention to such trivial matters. Besides, this matter was done by Xiao Huaiyuan. What does it have to do with this young master?
After getting on the carriage, Fang Zheng quickly ordered the driver to drive the carriage, and the carriage quickly left Yihongyuan.
Fang Zheng smiled happily in the carriage. A little fox who stole a chicken but was not caught by a hunter must be in a very happy mood at this time.
"Lord Fang, can you slow down a little? I'm carsick..." Without any warning, Wen Sen's ordinary face stretched out from the back of the carriage to Fang Zheng, his face full of discomfort and pain.
"Wow -" Fang Zheng shouted in horror, and the carriage gradually moved away amidst Fang Zheng's screams.
"boom!"
"..."
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Pan Shangshu Mansion.
Zhao Hu knelt on one knee in front of Pan Shangshu, like a believer kneeling to worship the god he believed in, piously and single-mindedly.
Pan Shangshu stretched out his withered hands like orange peels and gently pressed them on Zhao Hu's shoulders. His voice was hoarse and dry: "Zhao Hu, you shouldn't be here..."...
Zhao Hu is the leading general of the Shenwu Army. He has a resolute face unique to soldiers. Like all soldiers, he is calm, cruel, perseverant and obedient. He has all the temperaments that a soldier should have, and is more prominent.
Zhao Hu said respectfully: "Sir, the time is very special and I have to come to see you."
Zhao Hu was actually adopted by Pan Shangshu, but this huge secret has never been known to outsiders. No matter on any occasion, Zhao Hu always called Pan Shangshu the boss and called himself the last general.
Pan Shangshu sighed and said: "Nowadays, there is a lot of noise outside and there are many spies. If you come to my house and attract people's attention, it will be detrimental to our major affairs."
Zhao Hu smiled calmly: "Don't worry, sir, General Mo's entry did not attract anyone's attention. Zhao Hu has led troops for many years, so he still has this ability."
A smile gradually appeared on Pan Shang's face, and his eyes when looking at Zhao Hu were full of love and relief. Unexpectedly, God gave such a generous reward for his temporary kindness. The Shenwu Army in Zhao Hu's hands,
There are nearly 50,000 people in total, all under his command. If he hadn't adopted him in the first place, helped him pass the martial arts examination, join the army, and now he is trying to become the world leader, how could he have such a powerful help? God, how could he be so kind to me?
Not thin.
"You are very good, you have always been very good. If my two sons are as capable as you, why would they have no successors today?" Pan Shangshu sighed, the son is not like the father, he has always been the same.
A worry in his heart.
Zhao Hu lowered his head, slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of ridicule.
The two sons of the old man are both useless. They only know how to drink, gamble and play with women all day long. They are not even as good as one of their own little fingers. If the old man succeeds in his big things and ascends to the throne, will he be the leader in a hundred years?
Will this great country be left to these two losers? Do they have the ability to manage this country? Speaking of which, I can be regarded as the adopted son of the old man. He has been familiar with military books since he was a child, has prepared battle formations, and also holds military power in his hands.
How can those two losers compare? If I don't fight, how can I be worthy of myself in the future? I can't say that on the day of the incident, I took advantage of the chaos and found an opportunity to kill them...
Thinking of this, a fierce light flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant. It was only the old man who was kind to me, and his son had nothing to do with me. Zhao Hu clearly distinguishes between grudges and grievances, and is very rational.
horrible.
Lowering his voice, Zhao Hu said respectfully: "My lord, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. I will boldly ask, how confident are you in this matter?"
Pan Shangshu smiled faintly and said: "Success or failure always depends on the number of five to five. We must exhaust all strategies and plan before taking action. We will do our best."
As he spoke, there was a bit of hatred on his face: "...If it weren't for him, if he hadn't forced me hard again and again, how could I have gotten to where I am today?"
Looking at Zhao Hu's calm face, Pan Shangshu suddenly asked: "Zhao Hu, don't you regret it? I did it, but it is an unruly thing. Aren't you afraid that people in the world will scold you in the future?"
Zhao Hu smiled coldly, "junchen? Gangchang?" What does it mean to him? Thirty years ago, in order to survive, he dug grass roots, gnawed tree bark, and even ate human flesh. When he was so hungry that he only had one breath left.
, where is that aloof emperor? Has he ever cared about his own life and death? What qualifications does he have to ask himself thirty years later to follow this ridiculous rule of monarch and ministers?
Zhao Hu did not answer Pan Shangshu's words, but the sneer on his face gave Pan Shangshu the answer. Pan Shangshu leaned back on the chair with satisfaction. He was already old. If he stood or sat for a little longer, he would
He feels very tired. But as soon as he thinks of the crazy dragon chair in the Jinluan Palace, he will fall into a state of excitement. His days are running out, even if he can sit on that dragon chair for a day, or even a
Time, this life is not in vain...
Pan Shangshu half-closed his eyes, and his voice was full of exhaustion: "Zhao Hu, I have watched you grow up, and you are the person I trust most. I would like to explain to you that before yesterday, there were four armies.
The leading general has sworn allegiance to me, so you don’t have to worry about fighting alone. I have been in the court for decades. If I am not 80% sure, how can I dare to do this to destroy the nine tribes? On the contrary, your Shenwu army is ready.
How's it going?"
"The most trusted generals under the general have gradually taken control of the entire army. Those who are stubborn have been secretly relieved of their military power by the general and are under surveillance. As soon as the day of trouble arises, the general will kill them to sacrifice the flag.
Please rest assured, sir."
"Where are the sergeants? Will they all go with you?"
Zhao Hu smiled calmly and said: "The sergeants have no problem. They only care about who feeds them and pays them. As for the disputes in the court and who becomes the emperor, it doesn't matter to them."
After a pause, Zhao Hu looked at Pan Shangshu, who was still in his dying years, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, has the date for the incident been decided?"
Pan Shangshu looked out the window, and his voice was distant and unpredictable: "It's coming soon, maybe in the next few days... The day when the dragon goes out to sea, that's when we start trouble."
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The carriage was shaking due to the bumps on the road.
In the carriage, Wen Sen sat expressionlessly opposite Fang Zheng. Everything was as usual, except for a new bruise on his left eye socket.
Fang Zheng looked at Wen Sen with a hint of guilt in his eyes. When Wen Sen curled his lips like a wronged child, Fang Zheng felt more and more guilty.
"Ahem..." The atmosphere was so awkward that Fang Zheng had no choice but to break the silence in the carriage.
"Do you know you were wrong?" Although he felt guilty, it had become Fang Zheng's habit to blame others. For Fang Zheng, blaming bad things on others was a subconscious reaction.
"I know." Wen Sen accepted the situation, as docile as a newly married young daughter-in-law.
"Where did you go wrong?"
"This subordinate should not appear in front of you in such a scary way..." The bruise on his left eye socket told Wen Sen that the seemingly frail Lord Fang in front of him had amazing explosive power after being frightened. When Fang Zheng
After being frightened by the sudden appearance of Wen Sen and screaming loudly, he didn't even see clearly who the other party was. Without saying a word, he hit Wen Sen hard on the eye socket with an extremely sharp move "Go straight to Huanglong".
For Wen Sen, this was a very painful lesson.
After snorting, Fang Zheng scolded him with a straight face: "It's good that you know you were wrong. I've told you before that when you appear in front of me, you must behave in the most normal way. It's better for you to scare me every time.
Can you blame me for beating you? Do you think the punch you received was unjust or not?"
"I don't understand. Do people in your profession have this kind of virtue? Our shadow is an official legal organization certified by the court. We have neither stolen nor robbed. We are not a folk cult. You can be so sneaky.
Is that so? To put it nicely, you are called alert, but to put it badly, you look like a bandit. You can be regarded as the number two figure in the shadows. They say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
If all the shadows could learn from you, how about if a bunch of thieves were led out for a walk, like a bunch of lowlifes paraded through the streets, the people would laugh out loud, wouldn't it be a shame?"
The more Fang Zheng talked, the more he felt that the punch just now was the right one. He was too indulgent and would suddenly appear in front of him like a ghost in the future, scaring himself to death. Who would pay for his life?
Wen Sen also buried his head lower and lower, and the grievances of being beaten for nothing were wiped away. He felt more and more that Mr. Fang's punch was right and that he deserved it. God would not tolerate it if Mr. Fang didn't punch him.
"Why did you come to me?" After the scolding, Fang Zheng felt refreshed and then asked the real question...
Wen Sen said with a flattering smile: "Sir, my subordinate has sent you information..."
"What information?"
"We have some clues about Pan Shangshu's rebellion. My subordinates have been investigating day and night. It has been confirmed that there are two armies that are not peaceful recently..." Wen Sen leaned into Fang Zheng's ear and whispered in detail.
"Hey, you guys have found out all this, you are quite capable." Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he had a deeper understanding of the shadow's ability. No wonder the prince wanted to take advantage of the shadow. These people under his command
Everyone is indeed talented. How did they get the information in such a heavily guarded place in the military?
"Thanks to you, sir, these are all the cooking skills of my subordinates. Haha, it's not satisfactory." Wen Sen smiled modestly.
"Not bad, very good! Old Wen, you have done a good job. I will help you remember your achievements. From now on, if you follow me, you will be promoted, make a fortune, and embrace women. You must do everything!"
"Brothers who have passed my order and found out this information will record their achievements in the merit book, and each person will be rewarded with one thousand taels of silver as a reward."
Wen Sen was overjoyed and repeatedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, sir, for the reward."
"Have you reported this to the Emperor?"
"Not yet. Sir, you are the superior officer of my subordinates. If anything happens, I will be the first to report to you." After being beaten, Wen Sen became more obedient and sensible than before.
Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction. Lao Wen is a good person, he understands the general situation and does not compete with his superiors for credit. Of course, such important information must be reported to the emperor personally by this young master.
"Old Wen, I will reward you with another thousand taels of silver alone. From now on, you must keep your attitude of neither arrogance nor impatience. I am very optimistic about you..."
Wen Sen smiled widely after hearing this. The bruise on his left eye socket made the whole smiling face look very inconsistent, as if a fly had bitten on the white and tender buns.
"...Old Wen, go home and put a hot towel on your eyes. Try not to laugh until the bruises disappear. It's quite ugly." Fang Zheng hesitated, but out of consideration for Shadow's overall image, he decided
be honest.
"..."
Inside the royal study.
The emperor frowned tightly, looked at Fang Zheng who was laughing beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Is everything you said true?"
Fang Zheng quickly bowed his head, "It's true, it's absolutely true! If I have any lies, I would be willing to wash the emperor's underwear for half a year..."
"What are 'dragon underpants'?"
"The underwear worn by a true dragon emperor is, of course, dragon underwear."
"Oh? Is there still such a saying?" The emperor smiled and said, "Then what is the name of what you are wearing?"
"Back to the emperor, ministers generally don't wear underwear, haha, it's ventilated..."
"..."
After pondering for a long time, the emperor shook his head and said: "No, he must have more than these two armies. Moreover, these two armies are at the border fortress. If he wants to lead the army to attack the capital, he will be destroyed by me halfway, and it will definitely be too late."
"Uh... maybe more, but Wei Chen has ordered Shadow to investigate quickly. After a few days, there will be news."
The emperor sighed and said, "How many more days do you think he will let you wait? I'm afraid he will take action in just these few days."
Fang Zheng was very anxious when he heard this. The old man named Pan was a lot older, so why was he still so anxious? Can't you wait a few more days before rebelling? His side is ready, and we don't even have any details about him.
Find out, how can we fight this battle?
"Your Majesty, what should we do? The shadow side is still training manpower. Now the people being sent out are old brothers. There is not enough manpower."
The emperor said calmly: "You just have to do your best, I have my own opinion." After saying that, the emperor smiled coldly, and a gleam of light shot out of his eyes: "I have been ordered by heaven to be in charge of this world for decades, and a mere rebellion can be enough.
Is it easy to overthrow it? Humph! Pan Shu has known me for decades, and he thinks he understands me, but he takes it for granted!"….
The emperor's tone was full of arrogance. He looked down at the world and looked at the heroes. The aura of having been in power for a long time was exuded, which made Fang Zheng couldn't help but tremble. Is this the true aura of a king?
As a minister, I must say a few words to match this rare burst of domineering aura, so as to make Long Yan happy.
Fang Zheng scratched his ears and cheeks, holding back his face until his face turned red. Finally, he choked out two unique words of flattery: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is invincible in battles, conquers all attacks, enjoys eternal blessings, and lives as long as heaven!"
Hearing these two extremely clumsy words of flattery, the emperor's aura disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he said in a dumbfounded voice: "You... you are really my good minister!"
Fang Zheng looked like he was taking responsibility and said with a flattering smile: "That's right, Wei Chen is famous for his loyalty..."
I touched my waist and saw that the wine I stole from the prince was still there. Otherwise, I might as well drag the emperor into trouble. In this way, even if the prince is found on me, the emperor would naturally help me take the blame. Well, this is a good idea.
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"Your Majesty, I have recently obtained a jar of exquisite wine. Your Majesty, are you interested in giving it a try?" Fang Zheng smiled like a kind angel.
"Oh? Why do you care so much about me? Haha, none of my sons are as good as you." The emperor didn't know whether he felt something in his heart, and sighed softly.
"Wei Chen is going to be your son-in-law soon. If a family does not speak the same language, it is only natural for a son-in-law to respect his father-in-law..."
At that moment, the emperor ordered Xiao Huangmen to put out a wine cup and some side dishes, and then dismissed the eunuch who wanted to test the poison first. The emperor and his ministers started drinking in the imperial study. Fang Zheng looked at Xiao Huangmen before leaving.
The horrified look in his eyes made him feel a little strange.
Fang Zheng didn't know that the emperor had never set a precedent for drinking with his ministers in the study. This was not in the past life. If you wanted to have a drink, you just had to call a few buddies to come out. This was ancient times, and there were strict rules between classes.
Taking a step beyond the boundaries is challenging the rules set by the ruling class.
The fact that the emperor was willing to drink with him in the study showed how deeply he favored Fang Zheng.
After drinking a small cup of wine, the emperor closed his eyes and tasted it carefully for a while. After a long while, he stroked his long beard and laughed loudly: "Good wine! I haven't drunk such a good wine in many years!"
Fang Zheng filled the cup for the emperor again and said with a smile: "Although this wine is light, drinking too much will harm your health. Your Majesty, it is better not to drink too much. Pay attention to the body of the dragon. If you don't have peace, you will have to scold me to death in the future."
The emperor raised his head and drank another glass, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I have a sense of propriety."
Looking at Fang Zheng, the emperor felt filled with joy. Although this young man was a bit naughty and despicable, he was still very good to himself, and he did all the errands assigned to him very well. Changping married him as his wife.
I have found a good home and got a good son-in-law. With a few more years of experience in the court, my temper will probably become calmer, and I don't know if I can become a minister in the future.
The father-in-law looked at his son-in-law, and the more he looked at him, the happier he became. At this time, the emperor had forgotten how Fang Zheng made him angry in the past, how every conversation with him ended up breaking up, and how he was
He tried every means to take advantage of himself and the imperial court. Perhaps he was drunk, but in his eyes, the current Fang Zheng was like a piece of natural jade, which could be priceless after a little carving.
Fang Zheng seemed a little uncomfortable under the emperor's gaze. The emperor's eyes were so strange. Could it be that he was trying to get the wine from me? We can't blame him for judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. After all, he earned this wine with his own hard work.
Come, if the emperor wants it, it’s okay to give him half. I’m afraid he wants to take advantage of others and want them all at once. I also want to keep some to go back and drink. If he really wants it, should I give it to him or not?
Woolen cloth?
"Fang Zheng, your wine tastes good. Is it old?" The emperor tried to have a good time with him as an elder.
It's true! This young master has no choice but to guess right. The emperor wants to take advantage of others.
"Your Majesty, this wine has a history of a hundred years. Strictly speaking, this is not wine, but an antique."
"Oh? There is a hundred-year-old wine in the world, but I have never heard of it. Where did you get it?" The emperor became interested in this wine.
Fang Zheng was coy for a while, then said sheepishly: "...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince held a flower viewing party today, and I stole it from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's cellar..."
"Pfft--" The emperor's mouthful of wine spurted out far away.
"Wow - the emperor's martial arts! Have you ever practiced internal martial arts?" Fang Zheng's eyes were dazzled, and he expressed his admiration for the emperor's wine-spraying skills at the right time.
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Sorry, it's a little late. In fact, I could have sent it after six o'clock. But when I was about to send it, the power suddenly stopped. Five minutes later, the call came again. When I turned on the computer, I found that all the words I had coded were gone. Weichen
In desperation, I had to start all over again...
Seeing that Wei Chen is so unlucky, please reward me with a few tickets, monthly tickets or recommendation votes. Wei Chen is not picky about food...