Fang Zheng said impatiently: "Okay, OK, stop howling, believe it or not. You want an antidote, right? Wait."

After saying that, Fang Zheng threw Mr. Wu into the side hall and was alone in the wing room. He didn't know what to do. Mr. Wu stretched his neck and looked at the door of the wing room like a duck that was only picked up by someone's neck.

After half a stick of incense, Fang Zheng finally came out of the room, holding a black spherical object in his hand, and said to Mr. Wu: "Swallow it, remember, you are not allowed to go to the cottage for three days, otherwise the medicinal properties will be pulled out by you."

Mr. Wu took it and looked at it in a slight dark place. The size of a pearl was vaguely smelling fishy and seemed to have a faint fragrance. The more you looked, the more familiar it became...

Suddenly, Mr. Wu shuddered all over and cried, "Mr. Fang, isn't this the poison you gave me last time? Why did it turn into an antidote again today? Mr. Fang, don't you just want to kill me, right?"

"Uh..." Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu was not stupid enough to be home, and he was quite impressed by the last poison. This time, the mud ball he rubbed didn't fool him. Even though Fang Zheng had reacted so much, he felt embarrassed now and didn't know how to explain this issue to him.

After coughing twice, Fang Zheng raised his face and pretended to be an expert and said in a deep voice: "Shut up! Do you know or I know? This poison and the antidote, they... cough, they are similar in shape but not in spirit, they look the same, but in fact the preparation methods are very different..."

Seeing that Mr. Wu looked at him suspiciously, Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Don't you believe me?"

Mr. Wu wanted to nod, but hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Fang Zheng hooked his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, why did I harm you? You patted your conscience and said, "We have known each other for so long, when did I harm you?" Besides, you still owe me so much money and haven't paid it back. I killed you. Who should I ask for money?"

Fang Zheng said this too shamelessly. Mr. Wu really wanted to say with a conscience, "Are you, the surname Fang, causing me to be miserable enough?" But he agreed with Fang Zheng's last sentence. He still owed Fang Zheng so much money, so Fang Zheng should not kill him."

After gritting his teeth, Mr. Wu pinched the "anti medicine" and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it resolutely.

Fang Zheng congratulated him with joy on his face: "Congratulations! Look, you can live another month. How beautiful life is, we must cherish it. - You seem unhappy?"

Mr. Wu hurriedly squeezed out a smiling face that was even worse than crying.

Fang Zheng patted his shoulder with relief: "You must hurry up and get rid of money. I have a lot of antidotes waiting for you to take..."

Mr. Wu said dejectedly: "Thank you, Lord Fang. I'll go back to raise money. Yesterday, the eldest young master from Shangshu Pan's mansion mentioned that he wanted to buy a restaurant in the north of my Wu family. If my father agreed, he would be able to make a lot of them..."

Fang Zheng said with satisfaction: "Well, go, young people just have to work harder and never regret it when they are old. Look, how positive your life is now, I am happy for your father..."

After Mr. Wu bowed to Fang Zheng, he walked out in a daze. Suddenly, Fang Zheng shouted, "Come back!"

Mr. Wu was so scared that he shivered all over and turned around in shock. Seeing Fang Zheng staring at him with a thoughtful expression.

"You just said, is the eldest young master in Shangshu Pan's mansion? Is it Pan Tao?"

Mr. Wu nodded.

"You are very familiar with Pan Tao?"

Mr. Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking, I want to know him, I have asked him to deal with you, why would you be bullied like this by you?

"Mr. Fang, I am just nodding and know each other. He is the young master of the Shangshu family. How could he look down on a merchant child like me?" Mr. Wu said bitterly.

Fang Zheng's eyes rolled and he immediately had an idea.

"Oh, Mr. Wu, I'm going to criticize you, so what about the children of merchants? As long as you are sincere, the children of officials will still regard you as a friend."

Mr. Wu looked at Fang Zheng in a daze and said, "Mr. Fang, what do you mean by saying...?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Go to meet more friends. Don't you think Pan Tao is really a rare good friend?"

Mr. Wu said with a sad face: "Mr. Fang, I found that since I took your poison, my mind has become much stupider. What do you mean? I can't guess it."

This kid is so shameless. He is stupid at first. What's the matter with me?

Fang Zheng said bluntly: "Didn't Pan Tao say you want to buy your restaurant? You just take this opportunity to make friends with him. Anyway, you have to do everything possible to make him treat you as a friend. If necessary, you can give him your restaurant to win his favor..."

Mr. Wu was so scared that his face pale, "That's not possible. If my father knew that I would kill me..."

Fang Zheng impatiently slapped the 20,000 taels of silver in his hand: "Is this okay? Even if I give you the fees for social public relations, I can't understand the social public relations? You are really uneducated. Simply put, just use the money to treat you and pay Pan Tao, and let him treat you as a trustworthy friend. You can even tell him that you and I have a deep hatred and irreconcilable relationship. He may treat you as a comrade-in-arms who share the same hatred and enemies..."

Mr. Wu looked at the silver notes in his hand, then looked at Fang Zheng: "Master Fang... why do you do this?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "The purpose of doing this is to ask me for some information from Pan Tao. If you do this, maybe I will write off the money you owe me. How about it? Will this deal be done?"

When Mr. Wu heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he said in confusion: "Are you serious about this?"

Fang Zheng said sincerely with his face: "Don't you believe me yet? When did I lied to you?"

Mr. Wu really has no sense of trust with Fang Zheng. Even if Fang Zheng's expression is sincere, he will not forget that the sincere person in front of him has gone from extorting his money to feeding him poison, either fooling him or coercing him. If such a person says trust, how can he start?

But now, except for choosing to believe him, Mr. Wu seems to have no other way. Do he dare not agree? Not to mention that the antidote is still in Fang Zheng's hands, even if he doesn't have this, he still owes him millions of taels of silver.

Seeing Mr. Wu nodding with a dejected look, Fang Zheng was overjoyed: "Come on, come on, come on, you can only whisper this matter, and not publicize it to the outside world..."

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Two days passed quickly, and the day was to welcome the Turkic envoys to Beijing in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Xiaolu woke Fang Zheng up and said that Wei Chengde, Minister of War, and Feng Qiudao, General of Longwu Army, were waiting for him in the front hall of the mansion.

After Fang Zheng hurriedly washed up, he rushed to the front hall and saw Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao chatting without saying a word. Feng Qiudao was a person who didn't talk much, and Wei Chengde was also a little taciturn. The two sat together and had nothing to say to each other.

Fang Zheng strode into the front hall and smiled and said, "My lords, I'm really embarrassed. Last night, the officials stayed up all night because they prepared some negotiations and came one step late. I'm sorry."

Feng Qiudao nodded expressionlessly.

The old man Wei Chengde was a little stubborn. He heard that Fang Zheng had been staying for a whole night, but he actually approached Fang Zheng and stared at him for a while. He found that the Lord Fang in front of him was full of energy and energy. He looked like he had slept for five hours, so how could he look like he had been staying for a whole night?

After seeing Fang Zheng's appearance, Wei Chengde couldn't help but curl his lips with contempt, and walked straight out without saying much.

Fang Zheng and Feng Qiudao looked at each other and followed Wei Chengde out of Fang's mansion.

Fang Zheng was startled as soon as he left the gate. He saw two teams of soldiers in bright clothes and armor standing at the door, holding a colored spear and a knife. The number was more than 3,000 people, standing quietly outside the door.

Fang Zheng smacked his lips and smiled: "Brother Feng, will so many people holding swords and guns to greet the Turkic envoys scare the group of Turkic cubs so much that they retreated the same way?"

Feng Qiudao shook his head: "With the Turkic character, they will not take this kind of person seriously. Moreover, they advocate force and are arrogant. There is nothing they are afraid of in the world. Brother Fang, this nation is bloodthirsty and cruel by nature, so you must be careful."

Fang Zheng frowned. The Turks are not that evil, right? They all carry one head with two shoulders, who is afraid of whom?

Wei Chengde was the Minister of War and was the second-rank official, but now the emperor appointed the envoy Fang Zheng. Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao are both deputy envoys, so they took a step back together and held Fang Zheng in the middle. The group drove out of the city.

When pedestrians on the road saw this group of soldiers with bright armor and full of energy, they pointed and talked. Fang Zheng was the first to take the lead and couldn't help but feel proud. It would be great if these three thousand people were the young master and my younger brother. In the future, he would have taken them around the capital to cause trouble, fight in groups, and tease good women, I am afraid no one dares to object?

When he arrived at Shence Gate in the north of Jinling City, Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and saw that it was almost noon.

After looking at the awning with his hands for a while, he found that the so-called Turkic envoy was gone. Fang Zheng couldn't help but mutter: "These gang of extraterrestrial barbarians have no idea of ​​time at all, and their quality is really poor..."

Regardless of his new court uniform, Fang Zheng sat on a bluestone slab on the side of the road.

Wei Chengde, Feng Qiudao, and the three thousand soldiers who followed out of the city stood still, even with their waists straight.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng greeted warmly: "Hey, why are you standing so straight? The Turkic people can't see it, come on, find a place to sit down and rest..."

Wei Chengde smiled slightly: "Please take care of yourself, I'll be fine when I stand for a while."

Old Man Wei is still standing under the scorching sun in his sixties. Fang Zheng, the young man, must be embarrassed to sit down again. He muttered dissatisfiedly and stood up reluctantly, and stood up with everyone to stand together to welcome the Turks.

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