Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Fang Zheng, with a smile on his face, stood up and waved his hands!

Immediately, the crowd led by the Sanitation Team and the Beacon Fire Gang all stood up!

The people of Taoyuan County also hurriedly stood up when they saw this.

Then, they heard thousands of people shouting loudly: "Long live His Majesty!"

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they immediately stood up and shouted "Long live" three times.

In fact, the people instinctively wanted to salute when they saw the Emperor for the first time.

However, the space between the seats in the stadium was extremely narrow, making it impossible to salute.

Seeing someone taking the lead in standing up to salute, naturally everyone began to imitate in a decent manner.

At first, the shouts were not very uniform.

The sounds came from the east and the west, but with the emergence of spontaneous order, the shouts gradually connected piece by piece.

The sound wave became louder and louder! It shook people's hearts.

The hearts of the civil and military officials also surged, and they couldn't help but shout along.

Emperor Jing was naturally a thousand times satisfied in his heart.

His face flushed with excitement, and he couldn't help but wave to the crowd.

Although this scene was exciting for the people of Jing, the feeling was completely different when it was heard in Paba's ears.

He could feel a strong vitality and vigor flowing in the crowd.

Unity... stability... upward progress, the environment here is far better than the capital.

Paba's mind wavered for a moment, he glanced at the members of the delegation who had accompanied him, and then calmed down again.

These are all appearances... As long as we can trade with Jing.

Cattle, sheep, and inferior horses can be exchanged for salt and iron, and in less than ten years... the Khan can assemble several more invincible iron cavalry!

What can Da Jing use to resist at that time?

Commercial prosperity and wealthy people are just lambs to be slaughtered.

Countless resources are there for the taking!

The applause lasted for ten minutes, and Fang Zheng had no intention of stopping at all.

The crowd in the stadium had their hands numb, and Emperor Jing's hands were also waving numb.

No one dared to stop!

Until Fang Zheng grabbed his hands in the air!

The applause slowly stopped...

Emperor Jing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Fang Zheng and said: "Fang Qing, can we start now?"

Fang Zheng leaned over and approached Emperor Jing.

"No, Your Majesty! There are still a few programs that haven't been performed yet!"

"Our first World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament only has two people!"

"It will be over in a while. Wouldn't you and the civil and military officials have come in vain?"

Emperor Jing was a little speechless.

To make up for the time, what kind of tricks did you come up with this time?

"Okay... hurry up, I want to see how Zhang Biao wins Chi Lie! Also... who came up with the name 'Losing Biao' in the newspaper?"

Fang Zheng smiled: "I came up with it, what do you think?"

"Nonsense! It's unlucky! How can you change other people's surnames randomly! However, the nickname 'Invincible East' is good."

Emperor Jing was very dissatisfied with the word 'losing'!

Losing Biao? Wouldn't it be a great embarrassment if Zhang Biao really lost!

Invincible East is okay!

Fang Zheng didn't care. What's wrong with Losing Biao? Doesn't it sound much better than Zhang Biao?

"Your Majesty, you can watch the program first, and I will go see Zhang Biao and arrange things."

Emperor Jing waved his hand: "Go and be busy, don't worry about me."

Fang Zheng nodded, got up and waved towards the bronze bell, and then walked out of the audience席 alone.

Li Yuanzhao wanted to follow when he saw this, but Emperor Jing reached out and grabbed him.

Emperor Jing looked displeased and said: "You will stay by my side today, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Li Yuanzhao smiled awkwardly and sat back.

In the studio, Xie Xian was staring at Fang Zheng with binoculars. Seeing him waving to him, he immediately stepped forward, patted the host, and handed him two pieces of paper.

"It's time! The first one is the program list, read this first."

"The second one is the introduction that was just sent over. Introduce Chi Lie first, then Zhang Biao. Do you understand?"

The host took the manuscript and quickly scanned it.

"No problem..., hiss~ My God, why is Zhang Biao's introduction so long?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Just shout louder later! The venue is so big, the sound will be inaudible if it's chaotic!"

"When the competition starts, you must focus on introducing Zhang Biao, shout out our momentum! Show the prestige of Da Jing! Do you understand?"

"If you perform well at the end of this event, you will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver, and we will look for you again next time!"

I'm going! One hundred taels! ! ? How many years do I have to work hard for!

The host looked serious: "Don't worry! I will definitely complete the task, I am the most professional!"

Then he took a deep breath, walked to the bronze bell, and shouted loudly: "Next! Please enjoy the Quyi performance!"

"Unforgettable Tonight"

"Lyricist and Composer: Mr. Sai!"

As the actors entered, the musicians around the stadium began to play under the leadership of Wu Sheng.

As for who Mr. Sai is, the whole capital knows it.

Everyone has become accustomed to Fang Zheng's routine operations, and even Emperor Jing no longer feels embarrassed, and even enjoys it a bit.

Even so, the 360-degree surround sound still shocked everyone in the audience!

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Fang Zheng trotted all the way to Zhang Biao's preparation room.

He faintly heard the music coming from the stadium and couldn't help but smile.

The cunning people in the capital like to watch those vulgar and lewd things.

Today, I will trap you here and let you listen to the positive energy classics I wrote to detoxify your brains! !

Zhang Biao was only wearing a pair of shorts at the moment, posing in a split position!

With his feet on the chairs, he kept stretching his upper body left and right, his posture was extremely bold!

The others in the room couldn't help much and were all sitting idle.

Only when Fang Zheng arrived did they stand up one after another.

Fang Zheng hurriedly said when he saw this: "How is the preparation going?"

Zhou Tie walked over: "Master, we are waiting for your instructions, everything else is ready."

"Okay! Bring the stove over! Lard... where is the lard?"

"Here it is!" Zhou Tie took out a jar of lard from behind him, walked to Zhang Biao, scooped out a large lump and slapped it on Zhang Biao's back, and began to rub it.

Zhang Biao seemed a little reluctant and said in a muffled voice: "There is no need for this, young master, I am confident that I can win!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Just do it for my sake! Don't expect me to support you if you become disabled!"

Fang Zheng laboriously carried Zhang Biao's broadsword and slowly inserted it into the charcoal stove!

Looking at the broadsword constantly being enchanted in the charcoal stove, Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction.

There should be more than twenty minutes of performance outside, and the fire in the stove is a little small, but it is enough!

When the enchantment is successful in a while, this sword will definitely cause a third-degree burn to Chi Lie as long as it touches the edge!

The broadsword enchantment has been tested in advance, and the temperature within twenty minutes is absolutely no problem!

After twenty minutes... it will be useless if it cools down.

However, the martial arts competition will produce results in minutes, so it will definitely not take twenty minutes!

"Come... bring the deerskin gloves over, put them on first and get used to the feel!"