"What? Did he really say that? In the imperial study of the Forbidden Palace, the emperor was so angry that he patted the case: "This person is simply a ...... It's a ......."

The emperor glanced at Changping, and finally held back the words that were about to be exported.

“…… What a scum! Changping helped the emperor answer with a smile in his eyes.

Since Changping has made a judgment, what else is the emperor polite? Wen Yan nodded in agreement: "Yes! This man is a scum! It's a scoundrel! ”

The fat man 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 only he is the most suitable for the current negotiation. ”

The emperor said angrily: "In my world, there are thousands of people, could it be that without him Fang Zheng, I can't find a person who can share my worries?" ”

The fat man hurriedly bowed his head and said respectfully: "My father is wise, his martial arts are unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and all the heroes and wise men in the world are in his heart, there must be a more suitable candidate than Fang Zheng." ”

The emperor was stunned for a long time, counting the ministers of the court and the central government over and over again in his mind, and in the end, the emperor had to sigh dejectedly, this matter is really the most suitable for Fang Zheng to do. Even though the Turks sent envoys to sue for peace, since the previous wars against the Chinese Dynasty could almost be said to be victorious, this time the Turkic envoys arrived in Beijing, and one can imagine how arrogant they would be.

Now the ministers of the court and the central government have developed a kind of fear of it. Even those ministers of the main battle faction only spoke impassionedly in the court, and if they really wanted to face the fierce and ferocious Turks with tall heads and horses, most of them would be frightened and weak, and their manners would be completely lost. Don't even expect them to negotiate anything good with the Turks.

Only Fang Zheng, who seems to be afraid of everything, but seems to be afraid of nothing when he does things, may be able to talk to the Turkic envoy and save some face for the Hua Dynasty. With his slick and eccentric villainy, it is conceivable that negotiations with the Turks will never be lost.

Sighing again, the emperor gritted his teeth and asked, "He said that he would split the account five or five times?" ”

Seeing that the emperor looked unkind, the fat man hurriedly said, "Yes, father." He also said...... Forty-six is fine, three-seven...... It's not non-negotiable......"

The emperor closed his eyes, resisted the urge to slap the table and swear, and then said fiercely: "I really want to cut this shameless scum with a knife!" ”

Changping was not happy when he heard this, and shook the emperor's arm and said coquettishly: "Father-if you don't agree, just change someone, if you agree, talk to him well, why kill him?" ”

The emperor glanced at Changping lovingly, and smiled bitterly in his heart, if I have a second choice, why should I be so angry with him?

"Four-six, three-seven is impossible!" The emperor gritted his teeth and clapped, "No disease, you go and tell him, Yijiu, this is my bottom line, I am too lazy to bargain with him, if he does not agree, I am willing to come forward to talk to the Turks in person." ”

The fat man was startled, looked at the emperor cautiously and said, "Father,...... Did you really promise him? ”

The emperor said angrily: "What if I don't agree? Those ministers of the Lord and the ministers, this time they are just waiting to see my jokes, hum! I want them to live well, and the Turks must also be succumbed to my hands! ”

Changping smiled happily: "I'll tell him, I'll tell him!" ”

The emperor glared at her and snorted: "Mi'er, no disease, you have remembered to me, today's events, don't let anyone know, I am the honor of the ninety-five, but I was coerced by a five-grade loose official, and what is my face when it is spread out?" ”

The fat man and Changping hurriedly nodded yes.

Inside the prison.

Fang Zheng woke up and stretched comfortably. It was dark in the prison, and I didn't know what time it was.

"Liu Xi, Comrade Xiao Liu!" Fang Zheng shouted at the top of his voice.

"Hey, it's coming." Liu Xi rushed to Fang Zheng as fast as he could, with a flattering smile on his face: "Lord Fang, if you have any orders, just say it." ”

After His Royal Highness King Fu and Her Royal Highness Princess Changping came down to see Fang Zheng last night, Liu Xi was even more attentive to him. This adult is not simple, he is in prison and the prince and princess come to visit him, and his energy in the court is definitely not small.

"What time is it?" Fang Zheng asked lazily with his eyes half-closed.

"If you go back to your lordship, it's the time of the hour." Liu Xigong said.

"Heh, it's been so soon in one night? Gee. Fang Zheng muttered, what did you say? The years in the mountains are long, and I don't know the suffering of the world. "Young Master, don't I smell like a hermit now? Sleep until you wake up naturally, count the money, hehe, someone will let me count the cramps in my hands......

"Hehe, adults sleep soundly and peacefully, in fact, in this prison, if you talk about passing the time, only sleep is the most appropriate." Liu Xi said with a smile.

"Well, do you prisoners here wake up in the morning and don't wash?"

"Wash ...... Wash? Liu Xi's eyes widened: "My lord, the people who are imprisoned here are not even in danger of their lives, who is still in the mood to wash?" ”

"It's dirty." Fang Zheng pursed his lips in disgust: "Go, fetch water for Young Master Ben, they are not in the mood, Young Master, I can't help but wash it." ”

Liu Xi left in response.

After washing, Fang Zheng began to get bored again. The fat man was in too much of a hurry last night, Fang Zheng forgot to ask him for *, without spiritual food, Fang Zheng didn't know what to do. - It seems that I am really a person who loves to learn, young master.

With his hands behind his back, Fang Zheng walked out of the stone chamber step by step, walking aimlessly along the corridor of the cell. The emperor once instructed that as long as Fang Zheng does not leave this prison, he will go wherever he likes in it, and he will not be restricted.

There were many jailers along the road, Xu someone had greeted them, and after seeing Fang Zheng, they all nodded and said hello, Fang Zheng snorted, ignored them, and wandered around.

In the end, it is the cell of the "heaven" generation, which is extremely heavily guarded, and the jailers are holding leather whips and staring at the prisoners in the cell, if someone yells or behaves abnormally, the jailer whips him over without saying a word, and in ancient times, he did not pay attention to human rights, and he was beaten and beaten, and there was no way to appeal.

There were only a few torches diagonally planted on the wall along the road in the cell, and the dim light and shadow set off the atmosphere of the cell eerie, and exuded an unpleasant smell of blood and foul smell, Fang Zheng frowned and covered his nose, pointed at a jailer and said dissatisfied: "Hey, what about you, I said why are you so lazy?" Can't you do hygiene when you have time? Regardless of the prisoners, don't you have to stay in it every day? Look, it's so stinky, how do people treat it? ”

The jailer sniffled and said blankly, "What does it smell like?" It doesn't taste good, isn't it? ”

Fang Zheng was speechless, these jailers had probably been in it for a long time, and their noses had lost their sense of smell.

But Young Master Ben must pay attention to this issue. In the future, if you can't even smell the smell, how can you respond to the scene of "smelling the fragrance and knowing the beauty"? Sister Feng's belly pocket will not be stolen in the future......

"Go, tell you Liu Tou'er, bring a few more pots of flowers to my room for the official, and I have to change them every day. Don't hurry up yet! ”

These jailers, who are stupid inside, except for the fact that they look quite vigorous when they swing their whips, are basically the same as the group of dull-eyed prisoners locked up inside, except that they are wearing different clothes. - Why do you always think these people are a little familiar? Isn't that what the patients in the psychiatric hospital in their previous lives look like?

I can't be affected by this negative atmosphere, young master, I don't know how many days I have to stay inside, in case I come out like them...... What could be sadder than a traverser suddenly becoming a fool?

At the corner of the aisle, a hoarse roar suddenly sounded: "Fuck! Do you recruit or not? Don't recruit Lao Tzu to peel your skin! ”

Then there was the sound of whips whipping against flesh, and a low, muffled grunt.

Fang Zheng frowned and walked over quickly.

Turning the corner, there was a torture chamber, where a man was hanging from a wooden shelf naked, and a jailer in front of him was whipping him with great force. There were also a few jailers next to them, giggling and giggling over their shoulders, and the bloody scene seemed to be unmoved in their eyes.

It's a familiar situation, and it's often seen on TV. It must have been my heroic underground party who was hanging, and some of the backs were unfortunately caught by the reactionaries. The reactionaries are now viciously pressing the names of the other party members......

Fang Zheng's heart was boiling with enthusiasm, and he suddenly stretched out his righteous hands, posed in the shape of Zirong of "outwitting Tiger Mountain", and shouted loudly: "Keep people under the knife!" ”

The jailers paused, looked back, and saw that the person who came was Fang Zheng, this lord they didn't dare to offend, and hurriedly smiled with him: "Lord Fang, you are coming...... Come and see us draw people? ”

It's really not level. Fang Zheng pursed his lips disdainfully, and seeing that the torturer was still whipping the prisoner one by one, Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Hey, hey! Say what about you! What is the flute? Didn't you hear what I just said about keeping people under the knife? ”

The jailer looked at the whip in his hand inexplicably, and wondered in his heart: I don't have a knife in my hand......

"Who is this?" Fang Zheng looked at the sky with his eyes and put on the appearance of an official master.

A jailer laughed and said, "If you go back to your lordship, this person is a killer who specializes in buying murder work." A few days ago, the second son of Lord Lang Jiang of the Ministry of Officials was killed, and it took a lot of effort for the Criminal Department to take him down, and the little ones are trying him. ”

"Killer?" Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, could this be the legendary killer brother who specializes in the same kind of work as Jing Ke?

Hey, there's something fun to be found here.

Fang Zheng hurriedly said, "How can you be so rude to the killer brother? Hurry up, put him down, get some gold medicine and put it on him......"

The jailer was puzzled: "But...... My lord, this person killed the son of Jiang Shilang of the Ministry of Officials, if Lord Jiang is ......"

Fang Zheng glared and said, "If Lord Jiang wants to blame, you will push me, look at your cowardly strength, there is no interest!" ”

The Ministry of Officials, that is Pan Shangshu's territory, it is estimated that that Jiang Shilang is not a good thing, his son must be guilty of it, this young master has been saved, anyway, offending Pan Shangshu is equivalent to offending the entire Ministry of Officials, and it doesn't matter if there is one more Jiang Shilang.