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When the lobby of Yuanqing Inn was filled with vinegar jars, the Wala delegation arrived.
"Uncle, are you going to greet me?"
Huang Zhong felt that it was best to show off. After all, Wala and Arutai were still in a confrontation, and Daming's attitude could play a big role.
Fang Xing shook his head, sat in the lobby facing the door, and said, "Remember, the Wala people are wolves, and Arutai are wild dogs. Wild dogs will run away after being hit with a stick, but wolves will lie down and taste their courage. Keep an eye on this fat piece of Ming Dynasty and pounce on you when you find an opportunity!"
"Bolu, don't confuse these two forces. What Ming Dynasty needs to focus on is Wala or Tuohuan!"
Huang Zhong nodded and went to the door to explain.
"You don't have to welcome them, just be indifferent."
Outside the door is Fang Wu, who personally went to urge the Wala envoy, so he took on the important task of welcoming the guests when he came back.
"That Su De is a tough guy, and there will probably be a stalemate. Mr. Huang should pay attention. As for that dark cloud, I don't know the specific identity, but he has a transcendent status in the mission and cannot be ignored."
Huang Zhong nodded, then went back and recounted Fang Wu's words.
Fang Xing sat on the chair and said with a smile: "One is excellence and the other is wisdom. This combination is not bad, but I can't wait to compete with them."
Huang Zhong said: "Last year, we saw that Arutai was about to go to war with Wala, but then it stopped for unknown reasons. Uncle, be careful about what's inside."
Fang Xing stretched out his hand like a young master and handed him the teacup with a knife.
Taking a sip of hot tea and smelling the smell of vinegar in the air, Fang Xing said: "The Ming Dynasty took over North Korea and Yingzhou, controlled Nurgandusi, and cut off Alutai's hidden allies. He must be cowardly. ¡±
Why is Arutai timid?
The last time the Northern Expedition defeated the enemy, Arutai was already frightened.
Mahamu, who was even more cruel than him, was personally charged into the battle by Zhu Di and defeated in one battle.
Damn it!
You are the emperor!
Throughout the history of the Han people, how many emperors have personally charged into battle?
Aren¡¯t you really afraid of death?
And Fang Xing's all-firearms army directly defeated Mahamu's most elite subordinates, ensuring the safety of Zhu Di's flanks.
??Then, Fang Xing defeated the army monitoring the Ming Dynasty in Arutai in the battle of Xinghe. He also used less to attack more!
After two battles, Arutai was already frightened!
So¡¡
Huang Zhong frowned slightly and was about to express his worries, but Fang Xing waved his hands without turning around and said, "Bolu, there is no need to say anything. I have already thought about it. No matter how the grassland changes, it will ultimately be good for the Ming Dynasty."
Ma Saner was cowering behind the counter. When he heard this, his blood actually boiled. But thinking about the trouble that Prince Jin's Mansion would bring after Fang Xing left, he immediately became depressed.
Fang Xing seemed to be in a trance today. He said leisurely: "Shopkeeper Ma, I'll teach you to be a good boy. I'll leave a message for you. After you leave, if the Jin Palace comes to trouble you, you can show the message." Come out, it will be good for you."
Ma San'er trembled all over and immediately shouted: "Go and get the pen and ink! That's it, I'll go by myself!"
The clerk was very discerning and moved the table in front of Fang Xing. Ma Saner couldn't find a good pen and ink, so he rushed out and bought a set of the most expensive pen and ink from a place more than 20 steps away.
"Uncle, I will help you sharpen your ink."
Ma San'er's diligence was blocked by the knife, and it was not his turn to do this job.
Fang Xing sat attentively, his eyes fixed outside the door.
Outside the door, a girl dressed in grassland stretched out her hand to stop a group of men behind her, and then watched Fang Xing lift the brush with interest.
The brush came out in one swipe, and Ma San'er wanted to move over to take a look, but Fang Wu snorted, and he took a step back with a smile.
Huang Zhong came over and said: "The storm is turbulent under the Black Camel Mountain, and the world is full of people everywhere in Jincheng."
Ma Saner burst into laughter upon hearing this. He hurriedly came over and stretched out his hands and said, "Thank you uncle for the calligraphy treasure. I will definitely frame it and keep it well for my children and grandchildren."
Fang Xing smiled slightly: "You just have to taste it, it will be your own benefit."
Ma Saner was startled, took the calligraphy and turned around to go out. He couldn't wait any longer and wanted to go to the bookstore and ask what it meant.
Can walkOutside the door, seeing the foreign-style woman and a group of men dressed in foreign clothes behind her, Ma Saner asked habitually: "Do you want to stay in the hotel?"
"Wuyun has seen the great Ming Xinghe Bo."
The woman ignored Ma San'er at all, but took a step forward to salute.
This woman¡¯s figure is quite tall, which is rare among the Oara people. Moreover, her face is whiter and tenderer, and she looks like a woman who has never suffered.
The stout man behind her stepped forward and actually bowed his hands in a salute. His serious face was full of vigilance: "Su De, I have met Uncle Da Mingxing."
Fang Xing squinted at the two people. Just when Huang Zhong thought he would get up, Fang Xing just nodded and said: "I came here on the emperor's order, what are you waiting for here?"
Su De was startled, frowned and said: "Uncle Xinghe, we are waiting for the Naiwala envoy, where are the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty?"
Fang Xing sat with a golden sword and said with narrowed eyes: "The etiquette of the Ming Dynasty disappeared from you the moment Yan Niang died."
"Who is Yan Niang?"
Su De asked blankly, and then looked at the dark cloud.
The dark clouds opened their mouths, and a smell of sunshine emanated from the glaze.
"Uncle Xinghe, are you talking about the woman who committed suicide? For this reason, you also killed all the people in our mission. Then Yan Niang must be satisfied."
A sunny woman, a tall woman, with a look of confusion on her face, as if Fang Xing is a rotten old man!
"Yanniang"
Fang Xing closed his eyes and thought of the woman who waited for her husband and son to go away, then turned back and ran into the big tree.
Wu Yun looked at Fang Xing curiously. She had heard many names of the Ming Dynasty¡¯s ¡®Demon God¡¯ in Wala.
Killing God?
Or a pedantic scholar? !
When he opened his eyes again, Fang Xing's eyes were cold, and he looked at Wu Yun as if he were looking at a piece of pork.
"In Uncle Ben's eyes, you are not even as good as a hair of Yan Niang's head. Do you understand?"
¡°Bold!¡±
Su De was furious and pulled out the knife and pointed it at Fang Xing.
Xin Laoqi took a step forward coldly and said: "If you can get even three steps closer to my master today, I will commit suicide immediately! If not, prepare to bury his bones in Taiyuan!"
"ah¡¡"
The Wala people attach great importance to martial arts. Xin Laoqi's words forced Su De into a corner, unable to turn around. He roared and prepared to charge forward.
"Stop!"
Fang Xing didn't panic at all. He put his hand on his chin and watched Wu Yun actually stop drinking Su De. Then he waved his hand and said: "Old Qi, Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette. You must know how to respect your guests. Wait until he is almost four steps closer." It will be the same if we take action again!"
The smile on Wu Yun's face collapsed instantly, and he looked at Fang Xing in disbelief.
"Isn't the Ming Dynastya land of etiquette?"
This doesn¡¯t look like an official from the Ming Dynasty!
His face is almost ten layers thick, and no matter how black-hearted the person on the grassland is, he can't compare to his cold-bloodedness! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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