Moji looked at Fang Zheng helplessly, and without saying a word, he took out two silver notes from his sleeve, placed them silently on the table, pressed them with two fingers, and gently pushed them forward.

Fang Zheng glanced at the silver bill quickly and said unhappily: "Master National Master, it's wrong for you to do this. I am honest and honest in the official position, and I have always had a reputation among the people. What do you mean?"

Moji even wanted to slash the pretending boy in front of him with a knife. Are you still honest and honest? Are all the honest officials in this world dead? He couldn't figure out how can a person be so shameless?

Mojilian took out two more silver notes from his arms and silently put them on the silver notes on the table.

Fang Zheng swallowed with difficulty, coughed, and said, "Master National Master, don't do this, I'm really not that kind of person..."

Mojilian sighed in his heart and continued to add silver notes to the table.

Fang Zheng's resistance became weaker and weaker: "...Don't do this, don't do this...I am really a clean official..."

"I am as pure as a white lotus..."

"I'm spotless..."

"My white jade is flawless..."

Mojilian's expression became increasingly ugly, and his brows were frowning deeply, and he still added silver notes to the table without saying a word.

Fang Zheng looked at Mojilian's face. He probably the old man was about to burst out. He laughed in his heart and shouted: "Okay! Stop! I'll just keep my head open and tell you everything."

After saying that, he quickly picked up the silver notes on the table at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with his naked eyes and put them into his sleeves.

He also had an expression of "I can't do anything to you" on his face, and he said helplessly: "Master National Master, you are too polite. Don't do this again next time. Isn't this ruining the reputation I have built with great effort..."

Mo Jilian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He secretly squeezed his thighs hard, restraining his strong urge to slap him, and squeezed a smile on his face and said, "I hope Lord Fang will give you advice, what is the purpose of His Majesty the Emperor of Your Country's move?"

Fang Zheng looked at Mojilian sympathetically and sighed, "Master National Master, don't say I didn't help you, I have tried my best. The emperor learned that your country would not agree to the conditions proposed by our court. Last night, Long Yan was furious and summoned me into the palace and scolded me. The emperor said that I shouldn't have advocated negotiations with Gudulu Khan and brought humiliation to himself. If I had joined forces with Mochu Khan at that time and worked together to attack your country, I'm afraid that your country's royal court tent would be in the hands of my Huachao..."

Mojilian's hand holding the teacup suddenly shook, and the teacup fell off his hand, and fell to the ground with a snap, falling to pieces.

Fang Zheng looked at the debris on the ground, smiled, then sighed, and said with a heavy expression: "Master National Master, I think you should go back to China to prepare for war. The emperor is ready to agree to the Datata envoy's alliance request tomorrow and join forces with him to attack your country. At this time, the 100,000 troops have set out on the road. Alas, you, the national master, will probably not be able to be a few days, and maybe two months later, you will have to kill you..."

Mo Jilian was shocked and angry. These Chinese people were too shameless! If they did not agree to their conditions, they sent troops to attack without saying a word. Don’t they know that the negotiations should be negotiated slowly?

Mojilian knew the situation on the grassland best. Now Gu Dulu and Mochu are fighting with each other. Both of them are evenly matched. After several months of fighting, the casualties on both sides were very heavy, and the Turkic population has dropped a lot. If Mochu had more than the 100,000 soldiers from Hua Chao as a helper, what would happen? Without any suspense, Gu Dulu Khan would be defeated and would never turn over.

After shook his head hard, Mo Jilian said nervously: "Mr. Fang, you just said that His Majesty the Emperor of your country would agree to form an alliance with Datata 'tomorrow'?"

Fang Zheng nodded: "Yes, although that guy Datata is not as good as yours, he is much more generous than you. I heard that the emperor of my dynasty wanted to form an alliance with him, that guy was so happy that he flipped dozens of difficult hollow big fights on the street, and then said that he agreed to all the conditions proposed by our Hua Dynasty, including surrendering."

As he said that, Fang Zheng looked at Mojilian with a smile: "Master National Master, I really can't figure it out. Is it that difficult to call me a minister? Face is so important? For your little face, you will be willing to destroy the country and the clan? I have to admire that your country is so backbone..."

There was anger that he was being played with, Mojilian said angrily: "Didn't you say that neither side of your country will send troops?"

Fang Zheng looked at him like an idiot, and said in confusion: "Master, did you miss class like me when I was studying in Huachao? Didn't I say something about Huachao? 'This is the same as that for another', I don't need to explain what this is meant by this, right? Besides, isn't our negotiation broken? Then, can you keep in mind what I want to do?"

Taking a deep breath, Mojilian forced himself to calm down and said, "Mr. Fang, what you just said was to form an alliance with Datata tomorrow? That is to say, before you and I can continue to negotiate today. Is this true?

Fang Zheng shook his hand and smiled and said, "It's right, but I don't want to talk to you anymore. It's better to talk to Datata. If you learn more from him, it's so generous. He nodded nodded whenever I say it. To be honest, I don't want to spend a long time talking to you, it's boring."

After calming down, Mojilian gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fang, I formally request your country in the name of the messenger of Gudulu Khan to resume negotiations with me. I will surely satisfy your country in this negotiation. I swear in the name of the true God on the grassland!"

Fang Zheng blinked: "Are you sure? Let's talk about ugly things first, then I will turn my head and leave. Don't blame me at that time. I like a one-time deal and don't like bargaining the most..."

Mojilian nodded fiercely: "I am sure!"

"Very good! Master National Normal University, I admire you very much!... The teacup you broke just now is worth a lot of money. Alas, it's a pity..."

"Crunch..." gritted teeth.

“…I’m paying for it!”

Fang Zheng sent Mojilian away less than a stick of incense, and another messenger, Datata, came to Fang's mansion to visit.

The old tune was repeated. After Datata had a blue face and paid the expensive opening fee, Fang Zheng said earnestly: "Laoda, I actually admire you very much. Really, but the emperor of my dynasty wants to form an alliance with Moji, and I can't do anything..."

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After seeing off Datata, Fang Zheng counted the silver notes that the two envoys respected, and couldn't help but feel happy. He has a future in becoming an official, and he has no business and has a huge profit. Young Master Fang, who made a fortune, is in a surprisingly good mood now. The frustration of being blackmailed by the little princess a few days ago was wiped out, and he happily carried the silver notes and returned to the courtyard.

The negotiations between the Chinese and Turks finally resumed after four days of stalemate.

The negotiation was surprisingly smooth, and Fang Zheng had a great chat with Mojilian and Datata respectively. The two envoys seemed to have nodded and agreed without even considering the major conditions proposed by Fang Zheng. During the negotiation, the two envoys kept urging Fang Zheng, as anxious as if they were rushing to reincarnate. In this situation, Fang Zheng wandered between the two parties as if they were in water. Soon, the three-party talks reached an agreement.

The two Turkic countries promised to pay the total of 20 million taels of silver in the Hua Dynasty, pay 2 million taels a year, and pay it for ten years. They gave up the territory 200 miles north of Xingqing Prefecture and handed over to the Hua Dynasty, and the two countries were willing to submit to the Hua Dynasty. The Hua Dynasty promised not to send troops to any of the countries and was willing to open a transit station at the foot of Helan Mountain. The Turks could use silver or equivalent cattle, sheep and horses to exchange for the food and various daily necessities they needed.

In this negotiation, Huachao became the biggest winner. The situation was so subtle, like a weight on the scale. Huachao stood proudly between the two Turkic countries. As long as it was willing, it could tilt slightly to the end, and the situation on the entire grassland could be changed. The snipe and clam fight, and the fisherman gained profits. Huachao perfectly interpreted the meaning of this sentence.

In July of the 12th year of Jianwu, a grand oath ceremony was being held outside the Jinchuan Gate in the suburbs of Beijing.

The people surrounded the crowds, and in the rush of people, some craftsmen buried the stone tablets engraved with the alliance agreement between the Chinese and Turkic characters into the soil inch by inch.

Fang Zheng and two Turkic envoys stood on the high-rise oath platform, and a soldier offered three animals and placed them on the sacrificial table. The three knelt down to the east and swear to never betray the covenant in the name of the envoy of the state. Violators will be punished by God...

After taking the oath, tens of thousands of flowers watching outside the city cheered in unison and celebrated this exciting moment.

The Hua Dynasty and the Turks fought for hundreds of years. How many innocent Hua Dynasty people died tragically under the fire of war, and how many young soldiers died under the enemy's butcher knife. Until today, everything finally stopped. How can we not be ecstatic?

Everyone stared at a young man on the platform with eager and excited eyes. He was not as young as the one in his prime. It was a pity that he always had a terrifying smile on his face, and his eyes were constantly spinning, as if he was always having some bad ideas, but this expression reduced his whole body a lot.

However, this young man with a stingy face was alone in dealing with the two Turkic countries. Facing the vicious Turkic envoys, he was not afraid of the vicious Turkic envoys, and had a brilliant tongue and an outstanding eloquence. He cleverly reached an agreement between the three countries. Moreover, this agreement was the most advantageous agreement in the founding of the Chinese Dynasty in more than a hundred years, greatly promoting the prestige of the Chinese Dynasty.

However, Fang Zheng's reputation among the people has inexplicably risen to a high point due to the negotiations, which is similar to a national hero, which is really admirable.

Fang Zheng was also very happy at this time. He smiled as happy as a weasel who had stole two hundred chickens. This time, besides Hua Chao, he was the biggest winner. The bribes given to him by the two messengers did not count. Just the share of 19 can earn two million taels of silver. If it were you, would you laugh?

"Two envoys, as for the agreement, we have signed it, and the rest is not related to our Hua Dynasty. I wish you two to fight in full swing on the grassland and have fun, haha."

The two Turkic envoys glared at him, saying how they disliked such shameless people who took advantage of the situation and were still talking witty words.

"By the way, if you fight, you will be beaten. If you owe me the money you owe to the Huachao, you have to quickly call my account, otherwise I will be very unhappy..." Fang Zheng was used to saying ugly words in front.

As they were talking, the soldiers on the city tower lit the leads on the general's cannon with torches in their hands. According to the rules, after the oath, they would set off salutes to show their sincerity to abide by the agreement.

"Boom boom boom..." The continuous sound of salutes scared Master Fang, who was urging silver on the platform, so much so that his legs became weak.

"Ah- there is an assassin!" Fang Zheng screamed in surprise. Without saying a word, he grabbed Mojilian, the closest to him, and forced his shoulders to face the city tower. Fang Zheng hid behind Mojilian with a pale face, and from time to time he poked his head out from behind Mojilian's thin figure to peek.

Mojilian's face turned pale and his beard was raised high, and he said angrily: "Master Fang! You... how can you be so shameless!"

After observing for a while, after confirming that it was not an assassin's sneak attack, Fang Zheng let go of Mojilian, with a embarrassed smile on his face, and he blew up to the sky, saying, "Don't be surprised by the National Master, I'm close to you..."

He glanced at Datata, who was gloating, and Fang Zheng approached Mojilian's ear and said mysteriously: "Look at that big man is stupid. Even if he is willing to get a knife for me, I'm not happy..."

As he said that, Fang Zheng hooked Mo Jilian's shoulder and said intimately: "...We can talk, I prefer you to be stabbed for me..."

(The second volume of "Time Travel: The Playful Young Master" ends)

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