Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1511 Brotherhood

  Zhen Guofu...sent...

  Fang Jifan never expected that Zhu Houzhao would have such courage.

  This town government, to a certain extent, is like a small imperial court.

  Completely independent from the cabinet and the Six Ministries.

   has the power to completely handle many specific affairs.

  The Ministry of Households is in charge of the world’s money and food, but the Zhenguo Mansion is in charge of the bank, and the Ministry of War is in charge of the world’s soldiers and horses. Under the Zhenguo Mansion, there is a Feiqiu battalion and an armed guard...

  Whoever controls the Zhen Guo Mansion is tantamount to becoming the Prime Minister of Ming Dynasty.

  Fang Jifan was busy shaking his head at Zhu Houzhao.

   "It's too troublesome, not to mention this thing, what's the use of this thing if I want it, don't, don't."

   Zhu Houzhao was in a hurry, and hurriedly said.

   "This palace is just such a township mansion. If you want to bet, it must be the township mansion. Otherwise, you can ask for dozens of Mount Tai in this palace, and I will give you all of them."

  Fang Jifan shivered, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and after muttering for a long time, he spoke seriously to Zhu Houzhao.

   "His Royal Highness, I will take Zhen Guo Mansion as my bet. I have already decided. If I lose, how much silver does Your Highness want?"

  Zhu Houzhao never imagined that Fang Jifan would be so willing.

   This was unexpected for him.

   Zhu Houzhao has always looked down on those Confucian scholars.

   Just such a group of guys who only know how to twitter, can things be done?

hey-hey…

   Win is set.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "Then, it's settled."

   "It's a deal!" Fang Jifan was also confident.

  He believed in Confucian scholars.

   Thousands of years of hard work have created a group of people who are most suitable for the monarch, and they are bound to gain the absolute trust of the monarch.

  He believed in Prince Suleiman even more.

  Prince Suleiman is a man of great talent, and he was originally one of the great monarchs in the agricultural feudal society, who was as famous as Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty, and comparable to them.

Such a person... Once the Confucian scholars provide him with a new way of governing the country, he will definitely implement it unswervingly. As for the Kaxias below, they want to oppose it. For Kashya, Suleiman the Great, who has been tempered for a long time, will definitely wipe out all these opponents.

  The combination of Suleiman the Great and Confucian scholars is simply a strong alliance.

  The infiltration of Eastern culture to the West is about to begin.

   Soon...Fang Jifan finally met the legendary Prince Suleiman.

  Prince Suleiman is different from what Fang Jifan imagined, he is a very quiet young man.

  He was actually wearing a Confucian shirt, and politely greeted Fang Jifan: "Hello."

  Fang Jifan was a little confused when he heard the accented Chinese.

  He nodded in return: "Hello, Your Highness."

  Suleiman was also looking at Fang Jifan at the same time.

   He has heard a little about Fang Jifan. He is the favorite minister of the Ming Emperor and the emperor's son-in-law. From the perspective of Confucianism, this person...is called a courtier.

  Of course... This person is not without ability and influence at all, but unfortunately, he is not on the right path, he is a deviant, and is known for his perverse personality.

  Suleiman thought in his heart that the study of saints should always be attacked, and the target is the courtiers and courtiers who are attached to the emperor. This person in front of him must be a full courtier.

  If this person is my son-in-law, I will definitely execute him without hesitation.

  Of course...killing one's own son-in-law is actually nothing to the Ottomans.

   After all, Suleiman's father executed his uncle and his brothers and sisters to death.

  The only surprising thing is that it seems that the emperor is willing to let a group of Confucian scholars return to the west with himself. This is good news.

   "His Royal Highness Qi Guogong..."

  He called Fang Jifan His Highness, obviously he didn't have a thorough understanding of Daming's title.

  Fang Jifan frowned slightly, and looked at him seriously, obviously a little concerned about him calling himself "Your Highness", but Fang Jifan was informal and did not remind Suleiman of these red tapes.

  However, Suleiman did not notice the change in Fang Jifan, but said: "I came here to pay homage because I hope..."

   "I know." Fang Jifan interrupted him.

   In Suleiman's view, this is very rude.

   But Fang Jifan has always been like this, he has a brain disease, so what are you afraid of, you have to sympathize with me.

  Fang Jifan calmed down and said to Suleiman.

"Regarding this matter, His Majesty has already approved it. His Majesty has heard of Ottoman's name for a long time. After all, we all have a common enemy. Whether it is the Ross people or the Franji people, they are our confidantes. This time, His Royal Highness , how many Confucian scholars are needed?"

  Suleiman pondered for a moment: "One hundred... one hundred people... how?"

  He stared at Fang Jifan, looking a little unsure.

  There were too many people, and he was afraid of being flatly rejected by Fang Jifan, so he didn't dare to ask for too many people.

  Fang Jifan is happy.

"How can a hundred people be enough? Daming and Osman, a country of brothers, Brother Suleiman, the first time I saw you, I was very kind, just like brothers who have been separated for many years. You see, you have black eyes, and I am also black." Eyes, isn’t this fate? I love making friends with you the most, three thousand... The Emperor of Ming Dynasty is willing to generously donate three thousand Confucian scholars in your country.”

  Suleiman's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he looked at Fang Jifan in disbelief.

   Three thousand people, all at once for so many Confucian scholars?

  Suleiman couldn't help frowning, feeling a little uncertain.

  Could it be...do they have any plans?

  He looked at Fang Jifan very seriously, and Suleiman began to think about various rumors about Fang Jifan.

  This person... loves money like his life.

This person…

  He couldn't help shivering.

  Could it be...

   "But I don't know, His Royal Highness Qi Guogong, how many gold coins do you want us to give out."

  Suleiman is fully prepared.

Fang Jifan shook his head and sighed: "Hey, gold coins... No, no, I said it earlier, we are brothers, I met you, and I am very kind, since we are brothers, what do you want gold and silver for, we, Fang Jifan, are loyal , I treat gold and silver like dung, and I will not accept a single copper coin from you, this is my small gesture, please accept it, Your Highness."

   Suleiman was shocked.

  He suddenly felt that Fang Jifan was extraordinarily cute.

   "However... I, Ming, hope to rebuild the Silk Road, and trade with the Ottomans by land. We hope that our caravans can start from the capital and go straight to the Mediterranean... I don’t know Your Highness..."

  Suleiman became excited: "This is a trivial matter, and I came here this time with exactly the same intention."

   "Sure enough, we are brothers. Not only do we have black eyes, but we even have the same thoughts."

  Fang Jifan stood up affectionately, and patted Suleiman on the shoulder.

  Three thousand...

  Suleiman was so excited that he almost fainted.

"However... this matter should not be made public for the time being. Your Highness, you also know that although Your Majesty and I have a very good impression of His Majesty the Prince, I'm afraid that after the news spread, some people would oppose it. Look... "

  Suleiman patted his chest and assured: "Of course, please rest assured. Brother Fang... I will keep in mind your kindness and kindness."

  At this time, the excited Suleiman began to call Fang Jifan his brother.

  Fang Jifan looked at this generation of heroes, and had an illusion in his heart.

  Emperor Suleiman at this age is a bit mentally handicapped.

   Of course... It seems that both sides are making their own ideas.

  Fang Jifan had already held Suleiman's hand, and said insincerely: "Brother Suleiman, you and I hit it off right away, are you interested in staying for a light meal?"

   "Brother Fang's kind intention, how dare you reject it."

  Lunch is very rich, distilled wine, with a side stove, and good beef and mutton.

   Zhu Houzhao came after smelling the fragrance.

  The three sat down, Zhu Houzhao looked at Suleiman, saw his happy face, and laughed in his heart, the rotten scholar who I despise, you come to be a treasure, stupid, hehe...

  Suleiman also looked at the prince of Ming Dynasty, and sneered in his heart. This prince, sitting on Baoshan, didn't know it, he was confused, heh.

  Suleiman glanced at Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness, are you plowing the fields recently?"

   Zhu Houzhao nodded.

  Suleiman said: "What good is plowing the fields?"

   Zhu Houzhao opened his mouth to say something.

  Fang Jifan said: "Sage Confucius advocated benevolent government. In benevolent government, of course there is farming. The so-called agriculture is the foundation."

   Suleiman was thoughtful, and suddenly said: "So, His Royal Highness, also respects Confucianism?"

   Zhu Houzhao wanted to say something again.

  Fang Jifan said: "Of course, of course, His Highness, the crown prince, loves to be called Xiaozhu scholar, scholar, scholar, isn't this Confucianism?"

   Suleiman suddenly realized.

  However, he still felt that the crown prince was not doing his job properly in farming.

After just a few cups of distilled wine, Suleiman couldn't stand the extremely high-purity distilled wine, and suddenly got a little drunk, tapped his tongue, and said vaguely: "Three thousand Confucian scholars, there are three thousand Confucian scholars, enough to make me ...Makes me... haha, Brother Fang, thank you for your kindness, you are the most generous person I have ever met, I thought you would ask for gold and silver, but I never thought that you..."

   "What?" Zhu Houzhao remained sober: "Three thousand Confucian scholars don't charge a penny. What do you mean, Confucian scholars are so worthless? Even if it is three thousand..."

  Fang Jifan immediately covered Zhu Houzhao's mouth: "Your Highness, Your Highness... make friends, make friends, don't speak evil words..."

  Zhu Houzhao still faltered: "No... Ah... I have to... Uh... No... Lao Fang, you took the wrong medicine..."

   "Hush..." Fang Jifan made a silent gesture to Zhu Houzhao, but Zhu Houzhao still refused to let go: "Old Fang, how can you do this..."

   "Your Highness, we are all brothers..." Fang Jifan was very helpless, and could only still cover his mouth with Zhu Houzhao.

  ...

  Fengtian Temple...

  Xiao Jing whispered something in Emperor Hongzhi's ear.

  Emperor Hongzhi's complexion slowly turned down.

   And then...

  His face was green and white, and he said slowly: "I entrusted such an important matter to Jifan, why did Jifan just... that's it?"

   "Announce him to the palace for an audience, immediately..."

  (end of this chapter)