Wutu stroked his chin, thinking.
Three people...the delegation has hundreds of people. If they are all allowed to move freely, there might be a chance of trouble.
If there were only three of them, apart from Fang Zheng casting some spells, nothing should go wrong.
Wutu looked at Fangzheng and said, "Well! In view of your meritorious service, I will allow three people from the delegation to go out every day. However, I will send someone to keep an eye on you, so don't even think about doing anything tricky in front of me."
Paba opened his mouth, wanting to stop him, but was afraid that Fang Zhengyi, this bastard, would disgust him, so he endured it for a while and finally said nothing.
"Even if I have great abilities, can I cause any trouble in the city? Your Majesty is too worried." Fang Zheng smiled bitterly.
This black butcher was indeed careful, but fortunately his goal was achieved.
Three people are enough to cause a big incident!
"You have performed well. From today on, you don't have to lead these craftsmen anymore. You can move around other places in the city. Let's stop here today." After Wutu said this, he ordered his men to return to the palace.
Fang Zhengyi just breathed a sigh of relief, but Wutu turned around and came back. He walked up to Fang Zhengyi with interest and asked, "I just remembered that I have a question for you. You must answer it truthfully."
"Your Majesty, please speak."
"In your heart, who is stronger, me or Li Che?"
Who is stronger...Why do I seem to have heard this somewhere before? It sounds so familiar.
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and thought for a while, then looked at Paba and asked, "What does the Imperial Master think?"
Paba said without hesitation: "Of course it is your majesty. Our emperor swept across the grasslands and made unprecedented achievements. There is no match in the world!"
Wow! The old monk's ability to flatter is not weak at all, no wonder he is so appreciated and reused.
Fang Zhengyi cleared his throat, recalled in his mind, and recited: "Now the territory of the Great Jin is thousands of miles, with countless cities. The palace ladies are all devoted to the king, the court officials are all afraid of the king, and everyone in the four borders has something to ask of the king. From this point of view... the king is in great trouble."
Fuck you Fang Zhengyi, there is no such thing as a third time. You want to stir up trouble too! ! ?
Several blue veins suddenly popped out on Paba's smooth forehead, and the three corpse gods were so angry that they jumped up and down, wishing they could kill him on the spot!
Pointing at Fang Zhengyi, he angrily said, "Fang Zhengyi, what do you mean!?"
"You're lying. When Chi Lie came to Dajing, you said he was invincible. But I've never won against him since the first time I met him." Fang Zheng held his hand up, making an expression that looked like he deserved a beating.
"Bastard! I..." Paba's eyes were bloodshot, his defense was instantly broken, all his self-cultivation collapsed, and he was about to curse.
Fortunately, Wutu stopped him in time: "Master, he just said it casually, why bother to get angry with him?"
Everyone is loyal to the king, everyone fears the king, and everyone has something to ask of the king.
It sounded quite useful and reasonable. Wutu savored it carefully and said with a smile: "Since you are unwilling to surrender to me wholeheartedly, I will not force you for the time being. However, I believe you will soon know who is strong and who is weak!"
.....
Fang Zheng counted the days, and after twelve days, there was finally movement in the palace.
Large amounts of baggage and troops began to move out of the city.
Wutu's holy carriage also left the palace, and the officials who stayed behind saw him off. Fang Zhengyi also came at Paba's invitation.
At this time outside the palace, Wutu was still making arrangements and instructions before leaving.
Fang Zhengyi was standing not far away, with Paba beside him.
The two stood side by side for a long time, and Fang Zhengyi asked, "There's going to be a war, isn't the Imperial Master going?"
"Go, I'll be responsible for the dispatch of food and fodder. Brother Fang, if you have anything else to ask, there's nothing to hide at this point." Paba said calmly.
"I don't have anything to ask. I just hope that if you lose, you won't take your anger out on me."
Pa Ba looked at him deeply and said, "Brother Fang, although sometimes you say things that are unpleasant to the ear, I still admire your talent."
"The Great Jin will surely win this battle. There is absolutely no possibility of defeat. You'd better stay in the city and don't cause trouble. I will send someone to watch you. I hope you take care of yourself."
Fang Zhengyi shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Master, what else can I do in the city? Why are you so worried about me? I have been taking my beauty out for a walk every day for the past ten days. Do you have to get seven or eight people to watch me together? You will not be satisfied until I become a prisoner."
"I see you are not appreciating my talent, you are jealous of it!"
Pa Ba shook his head, was silent for a moment, and said, "To be honest, Brother Fang, I can't see through you. People should always be more vigilant about unknown things."
"I sent people to inquire, and the craftsmen who work under you are all grateful to you. You are very good at inciting people. With this ability, I don't want you to walk around in the city."
"In addition, I have taken all the craftsmen who followed you this time, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."
I didn’t expect the old monk to be such a caring person, and he’s pretty damn cautious!
Take it away, I can find another one...
"I never lie to anyone. I just treat people with sincerity and put myself in their shoes." Fang Zheng said with a smile, "The Imperial Master really has a huge misunderstanding of me, but since the Imperial Master appreciates me so much, I can give him some useful advice."
"Speaking."
"If the two countries go to war, I mean if the Jin Dynasty suffers a heavy blow, I hope you will persuade Wutu to surrender as soon as possible. War is just a game of power for the upper class, but in my opinion, the people of any country are just poor people who are content with their small fortunes and have flesh and blood. They should not become bargaining chips for politicians. Sometimes war is not necessarily the best way to solve a problem. Sitting down to talk may not necessarily lead to better results?" Fang Zheng said frankly.
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