Mojilian smiled and said, "Yes. War is dangerous. You must observe it. You should discuss it carefully before you can stop it."

After deciding the overall strategy, both sides seemed to have nothing to say, and the atmosphere in the tent fell into embarrassment.

After a long time, Fang Zheng raised his head. He looked at Mojilian carefully and suddenly sighed: "Master National Master, you have lost a lot of weight after more than two years of separation. Now the little Khan is young, and all the national affairs are all about you. For the sake of the Turks, you should take care of yourself."

Everyone in the tent was stunned. What happened to Marshal Fang? How about Feng Feng talk about this? Could it be that he planned to use the strategy of softness to comfort Mo Jilian?

Mojilian's expression was a little moved when he heard this. He sighed and said, "I am incompetent, which has caused my great Khan to be poisoned by Mochu's poisonous hand. Now I have to retreat to a corner and try to get back. I have to worry more about big and big things. Even if I am tired, as long as I can help the little Khan restore the country, I will be willing to die of exhaustion.

Fang Zheng nodded and understood: "The national teacher is suffering. He should rest when it's time to rest. So many people are counting on you. If you fall down and leave the lonely little khan, who else can he rely on.

Mojilian has a high prestige among the Turkic tribes. The Turks admired him and offered him high like a god. No one ever told him these thoughtful words, and he could hear Fang Zheng's care. Mojilian recalled the hardships he had been through these days. He couldn't help but burst into tears. While he was moved, he panted and said, "Thank you, Marshal Fang, for your concern. Although you and I have different national boundaries, your feelings have moved me very much. I have fulfilled my love.

Fang Zheng seemed to have a true love, and sniffed when he heard this, and sighed: "Master, don't say that, you and I are all ally, and naturally you are friends who can talk about everything. My friends have suffered, of course I should care about it. Master, you should take care of it. Look, you have not only lost weight, but also turned black. When you saw you in the capital, you were so energetic that you showed your heroic heroes while looking around, but now you have become a black and thin old man. How can you not be heartbroken? Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and you are not allowed to see white hair on earth.

When Mojilian heard this, he burst into tears. The aggrievance and bitterness that had accumulated for a long time surged into his heart, making him sobbing. Thinking of these weak human feelings and the hardships he suffered, only the young man who seemed to be a friend or an enemy in front of him cared for him, Mojilian's impression of Fang Zheng changed a lot.

Just when everyone was not sure what Fang Zheng's intention was, Fang Zheng suddenly took out an exquisite small box from his arms and smiled at Moji: "If you lose weight, you can make up for it. As for getting dark, haha, it doesn't matter. I have the pearl whitening powder newly produced by Fang Jiaru Yuzhai. This powder is collected from the South China Sea pearl. It has no side effects. Within half a month of use, you will be able to restore your skin as Baizhe. A box costs only 100 taels of silver. Why don't you try it?"

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"I think it's expensive? How about giving you a 100% discount? This time I brought thousands of boxes to help you Turks whiten collectively. Master, I am really kind to you Turks. Just make it this way, 100% discount, I will sell them all to you."

For the first time, I found that the ranking of monthly tickets was so fierce that I had not requested a ticket for a day, and the ranking fell again,

Everyone, do you know what I'm talking about?
Chapter completed!