Fang Zheng was getting up. After hearing the fat man's words, his body paused for a moment, squinted his eyes and began to ponder. Seeing him like this, the fat man knew that he was thinking about things, and did not disturb him.

After a while, Fang Zheng suddenly said: "You just said that 200,000 Turkic troops came out in full swing? And they were the Turkic Khan and others who personally led the army?"

The fat man said: "The Turkic Khan is named Gudulu. There were not many Turkic people at first, but the men in each tribe are skilled in riding and shooting. This time, Gudulu led 200,000 troops to invade our border. It is estimated that he took out all the old foundations in their tribes..."

"In other words, it means that there are basically no middle-aged men in their nest now?"

The fat man nodded and said, "Not bad, even if there are not many, at most no more than 20,000 people stay behind."

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "Who is in charge of their old nest now?"

The fat man said: "According to the convention, the Turkic Khan went on the expedition, and the Khan's younger brother Mochu should be in charge on the grassland. According to the spies from the Ministry of War, Mochu also has a considerable force on the grassland, and it seems that there are many disagreements with the Khan Gudulu - what do you want to say?"

Fang Zheng touched his chin and smiled and said, "That's right, it's certain that it's not true. The brother is Khan, above ten thousand people, and has a great glory. Do you think his younger brother is willing to do it? Especially since he still has a lot of power in his hands, he always has some ideas? Also, the brother who is Khan is not afraid of his younger brother at all? Hehe..."

The fat man curled his lips and said, "What ideas can I have? My father has made my eldest brother the crown prince, and I have never had any ideas."

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "You are you, the Turks are Turks. If you stay with me for a long time, you will always be influenced by my noble personality. The Turks are different. They have not been educated, do not know etiquette and shame, and advocate the winner as the king. My brother can be a khan, why can't my younger brother? What's more, this younger brother is now above ten thousand people, under one person, holding great power in his hand. From the perspective of power and conspiracy, this one

My younger brother now has only one enemy, that is Khan who is pressing on him, his biological brother. He is the biggest king on the grassland, the beauties of various tribes, the plundered slaves, the strong and fat cattle and sheep, and it will be all his in the future. There will never be any more cases where the brother will choose first, and then the brother will pick the rest. Now that his brother is leading the army to fight, if it is you, will you take this risk to bet once?"

The fat man swallowed, looked around carefully, and then laughed dryly: "Brother Fang, you are simply a disaster. I'm talking... well, ahem, what do you mean by saying so much?"

Fang Zheng smiled wickedly and said, "I'm going to help your father get an idea to withdraw the army. You kid even called me a disaster. Is the dog eating his conscience?"

The fat man was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Do you have an idea? Tell me quickly!"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and thought of an idea. He didn't know whether this idea was feasible. After all, he was just a commoner, and military affairs were not something he could do, and all the civil and military officials in the court were helpless. Why could he, a young playboy, have such ability?

But having a way is better than having no way. You can't sit at home and wait for death.

Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Fatty, I don't know whether this method works. To be honest, I am a person who is greedy for life and fears death. If it weren't for the urgent matters and was worried about the disaster of military disasters at home, I wouldn't dare to talk about this military and national affairs by myself. Now that everyone has no choice, I will just talk about a solution. Whether it is OK or not, you can do it. I am only responsible for making suggestions. If this method is backfiring, don't blame me in the future."

The fat man nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, no problem, I will never blame you, just tell me."

Fang Zheng coughed and said, "I have to do two-pronged approaches, and either of them is indispensable. First of all, I need some detailed works that can speak Turkic words. When people are not paying attention, they sneak into the Turkic army. Think about it, they have 200,000 people, and they will definitely not know each other, right? Then, those detailed works are asked to spread rumors in their army, and they say Khan's younger brother... Uh, what's the name? Oh, yes, Mochu, just said that Mochu was trying to seize the Khan throne while Khan went to war.

, and he established himself as a khan, and Mochu also held the elderly, weak, women and children of various tribes as hostages. If the 200,000 troops who were going out to fight continued to worship that bone or something, oh, if Gu Dulu is the Khan, Mochu would kill the elderly, weak, women and children who remained on the grassland. In this way, will the 200,000 Turkish army be in chaos? Those old, weak, women and children are their parents, wives, and children, and even their families are hostage. The 200,000 troops are still in the mood to fight?"

"Secondly, send a brave general to speak a little Turkish, and lead 20,000 elite soldiers. Remember, it must be elites. Put on the clothes of Turkish herdsmen, hold the scimitar commonly used by herders, and go from Shaanxi to the grassland. When they see the Turkic tribes, they will kill them. The generals in the lead deliberately let out the wind in Turkic words, saying that they are taking over the grassland by Mochu Khan's order. Those living words will definitely spread the words. Then we will kill the 20,000 soldiers and horses to the vicinity of the Turkic royal court, and then turn around immediately, and do not conflict with the left-behind army. Go straight west out of the grassland, escape into the desert, return to Dahua via the Silk Road, and give him a death-free evidence. Mochu is just taking the blame."

"If Gu Dulu is half-believing and half-doubted about the rumors, and sends spies back to find out the news, and when he hears that there are Turkic people behind their families, who else will be the one who gives this order besides Mochu? Even if the military camp does not mutiny, the 200,000 army will never continue to attack south. It is important to go back and protect his family quickly. Gu Dulu finds that his Khan position is not guaranteed, and he will definitely order the withdrawal of troops and return to the grassland to clean up the civil strife."

"The two brothers Gu Dulu and Mochu are probably not fuel-efficient. They have accumulated a lot of grudges on weekdays. The reason why Gu Dulu has not dealt with Mochu for so many years must be because Mochu has a considerable force in the grassland. Gu Dulu withdraws his troops and will definitely take Mochu off. No matter how Mochu defends it, it is useless. This has nothing to do with whether he is wronged or not. If this happens, no one wants to leave a hidden danger behind him. What if the backyard catches fire again when he goes to war? Mochu will never be willing to admit his guilt. Both sides have their own forces. After such a conflict... Hehe, after three or five years, the grassland will not be able to find peace, so how can you still be able to attack my Dahua border?"

The fat man half closed his eyes and carefully savored Fang Zheng's words. The more he thought about it, the more he made the more sense. He couldn't help but pat his thigh hard and said excitedly: "It's amazing! How did your head grow? Such a wonderful way made you think of it."

Then the fat man asked in confusion: "Even if the Turkic Khan withdrew his troops back to the grassland, what should Mochu use to fight his brother? The 200,000 troops are all in the hands of the Turkic Khan."

Fang Zheng looked at the fat man with contempt, "Stupid! The Turks are divided into tribes. They usually grazed themselves and concentrated in wartime. Among the 200,000 troops, at least a small half belongs to the Mochu tribe, right? Mochuo just sends someone to explain the matter of slaughtering old, weak, women and children, and this small half can be fought over. At that time, our Huachao will watch them bite the dog, hehe."

The fat man half closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then nodded affirmatively: "No, wonderful, wonderful. Haha, what a plan to distract himself! Brother Fang, you are really hurt, it's simply too bad! You wait, I'll go into the palace and offer this plan to my father."

"Hmph, if I weren't afraid that my family's industry would be affected, I wouldn't be bothered to find a way for you."

As he said that, the fat man stood up and shouted outside: "Come here, prepare the carriage quickly. I want to enter the palace, hurry up!"

The little yellow door, dressed in dark red clothes outside the door, responded respectfully and stepped down and went to the order.

Fang Zheng took a sip of tea and frowned and said, "Fatty, these are just my personal thoughts. Whether it can be used or not is not my business. Even if this plan is sold, I, Dahua, cannot rest assured. I have to send capable generals quickly to prepare for war and guard the border. This plan is just a symptom-based solution. To solve the root cause, we must start with ourselves."

"Of course, my Dahua army is in corruption and should have started to rectify it long ago. My father also said that. If this plan is successful, Brother Fang, you will be the number one hero of my Dahua. At that time, high officials and generous salaries are at your fingertips, and you don't have to spend time exams on the unreliable juren."

Fang Zheng waved his hand and said, "You'll be exempted from a high-ranking official. You know, fat man. Money and beauty are the easiest to impress me. I just need these two things."

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"By the way, I forgot to ask you, Miss Yanran, how did you redeem her? Didn't Mother Wang firmly disagree last time?"

The fat man smiled lewdly and said, "Brother Fang, how about it? Yanran is not good? I know you are good at this guy, so I am considering your favor."

Then he sneered, "The old madam is ignorant, but this time she feels so distressed. As soon as Miss Yanran leaves, no one goes up to her broken boat and spends money, haha."

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"After getting off the pleasure boat that day, I sent someone to inquire. Humph, no wonder the madam was tough. It turned out that the pleasure boat was supported by someone. You would never imagine that the person who supported him was beaten to death. It turned out to be my prince, the current crown prince. In recent years, my elder brother has a lot of expenses, so he has purchased a lot of industries. The pleasure boat is exactly one of his industries."

"Then you still redeem Yanran, wouldn't you offend the prince?"

"A person cannot stand without trust, if he offends, he will offend him. Anyway, since he was a child, my elder brother has not been very close to me."

The fat man's political qualities are very immature.

"How much money did it cost?"

"It didn't cost much. I bought ten beautiful and beautiful young men from other brothels Chu Pavilion and exchanged them for Miss Yanran alone."

"It's such a big deal. In terms of quantity, your elder brother made money. It seems that you are not suitable for business."

"Brother Fang, you are now enjoying a happy life. Do you know how the talented and rich men in Jinling City are sad now? You have to be careful in the future."

"Ah?" Fang Zheng was shocked. After Yanran redeemed, he didn't care about the reactions of the others in Jinling City. "What do you mean?"

"Hehe" the fat man smiled and said, "Yanran redeemed her, which caused an uproar in Jinling City. Those talented and rich men who admired Yanran were so angry that they beat their chests and stamped their feet, robbed the land with their heads. Some rich people even offered a price of 10,000 taels of silver to waste the guy who redeemed Yanran..."

"That guy... won't mean...me?"

The fat man nodded with a smile: "It's yourselves, so you have to be careful, haha."

Why is this kid so worried about being beaten up?

At this time, the little yellow gate came to report that the carriage was ready, the fat man said goodbye to Fang Zheng and rushed to the palace in a hurry.

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