Chapter 793 Do you still remember? Wu Yiyi's eyes slowly swept across those people, some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. The world of goods is so big that it is impossible for him to guarantee that everyone is clean. And if these people have not been placed into the Black Flag Army, they are still lurking in Huotong Tianxiaxing. If they can¡¯t wait for the order, then they will be a coward for the rest of their lives. Do things peacefully and be an honest person. But the order came, so everything changed. "Mu Laojiu, I remember that you have been in Huotongtianxiaxing for fourteen or five years, right?" His eyes stayed on the person standing at the front, who was also the person who answered his question. "Sixteen years." Mu Laojiu showed yellow teeth when he smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile. Wu Daodao still remembers that he liked smoking dry cigarettes the most, and the pipe would almost never leave his hand. That's why the teeth are so yellow, they look like burnt sweet potatoes. "I came in when the late emperor founded Huotong Tianxiaxing." Mu Laojiu closed his eyes and thought for a while: "At that time, the Marquis began to prepare for the establishment of Huotongtianxing. I was doing small business on the street, and the Marquis was with me. I had a bowl of tofu puffs at the stall, and I asked if you wanted it sweet or salty. Mr. Hou said it was sweet, but I said I wouldn¡¯t sell it. ¡°Wu Yiyi smiled and said, ¡°Yeah, I remember that too, and I said I¡¯d give you two.¡± If you pay twice as much, I will eat sweets. You said you still don¡¯t sell them, but you have principles. I ask you, why are you asking me when you clearly don¡¯t sell sweet tofu cakes? "Then Mr. Hou said to give me a hundred times the money." Mu Laojiu grinned: "I said I wouldn't sell it even if you gave me the money." Wu Yiyi nodded: "So I did it." Your purchases are all over the world." Mu Laojiu said: "Actually, I asked you that day because the Ouchi Guards had already found out that you are from Jiangnan and like to eat sweet tofu. And I asked that because I wanted to arouse you. Your attention." Wu Yiyi was silent for a while and then asked: "I remember that your wife has passed away and you have a son who is married?" "Yes" Mu Laojiu nodded. "I will give him a generous pension and tell him that you died in the line of duty." Mu Laojiu smiled sadly: "Thank you, Lord Marquis." Wu Daodao shook his head, pointed outside and said, "Take them all Go down, I don't want to ask you how many people from the Ouchi Guards Department there are, because I don't want to see more people's families receiving the pensions from me. If you don't show up this time, I think you will in the future. "I can't help it." Mu Laojiu said, "Even if I don't want to do something, I still have to do it." I haven't worn that flying fish robe, but there are marks on my bones that can't be removed. We are all the same. Does the Marquis think that we don't want to live the rest of our lives in peace? If we have a family, we will have ties. "It won't implicate your family." Wu Yiyi nodded: "I am not that kind of person, and neither is the Duke." Mu Laojiu asked: "Is there anything I can ask before I die?" Wu Yiyi, okay? Mu Laojiu asked: "Why Fang Jie? With his ability to sell goods all over the world, no matter whose side he is leaning towards, the status of the Marquis will be much higher than it is now, right? Even if it is If you still work with the imperial court, you may get more than what you get now." Wu Dao smiled and said, "This is the nature of the imperial guard. At this time, he still thinks of asking these questions." He rubbed his nose and said, "No way, I'm used to it." "Do you know why the late emperor chose me to be in charge of Huotong Tianxiaxing?" Wu Daodao asked. Mu Laojiu thought about it carefully and then replied: "Because no one is better at doing business than you." Wu Yiyi nodded slightly: "That's the answer." Mu Laojiu was silent for a while and said nothing more. He hugged Wu Yiyi, then took the lead and turned around and walked out. When he walked out of the door, he heard Wu Yiyi's voice from behind, and couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart. "Those who are fond of wine, let them get drunk. Those who are fond of smoking, let them be fainted. Those who are fond of meat, let them be full. In any case, they were all well-heeled people, so they will be more satisfied when they leave." "Thank you, Lord Marquis. !¡± The deceased turned around and bowed in unison, then strode away. The closest confidant around Wu Yiyi was originally a drunkard and a seductress. After the fat man went to Chang'an, the person who worked with Wu Yiyi was a different person from the drunkard.This person is smooth with wine, sex, and wealth, but this person is as dull as a piece of wood. When he was walking in the rivers and lakes before, he was nicknamed "The Iron Tree Does Not Bloom". The iron tree is at its most exciting when it blooms. He calls the iron tree not to bloom because his life seems to always be so boring, without any climax. ¡°He seems to be around forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, the kind of person who would pass you by three times on the street and you wouldn¡¯t notice him in particular. No matter whether it was his appearance or his clothes, there was nothing outstanding about him. He was like an iron tree with no flowers blooming and no attraction. It seems that nothing can make him laugh or cry. His name was Tie Kai. "Do these people deserve to die?" Wu Yiyi asked. Tie Kai nodded: "Damn." "Are there any reasons not to die?" "Yes" "If you put the reasons not to die and the reasons to die together and cancel each other out, will they still deserve to die?" Wu Yiyi asked again. "Damn" Tie Kai answered quickly, expressionless. "Why?" Wu Yiyi asked. "No matter how many reasons there are for not to die, it is meaningless. No matter how many reasons, it can only prove that they should not die. But one reason to die is enough. If it is a person who deserves to die, then he should die." "You are so boring." Wu A sigh came out. Tie Kai nodded: "I'm so boring." Wu Yiyi looked at the retreating figures of his former subordinates and couldn't help but shook his head: "Sometimes I have been thinking, if I didn't have so many people in my hands, Life and death may not have so many worries. How can ordinary people face so many headaches? "Ordinary people don't have as much as you do now. They envy you more than you do." Deadpan answer. "You are really boring." Wu Yiyi seemed to have lost interest, waved his hand and said: "You can go down, there is no need to continue to check." Tie Kai nodded, and then withdrew. Wu Yiyi looked at it and picked up the teacup and took a sip. He felt the hot tea flowing down his throat and into his stomach. The feeling of the warm current passing through was very comfortable. He subconsciously touched his abdomen and murmured: "Swallow it whole." Sure enough, there are still some drawbacks. If it weren¡¯t for that fire, I really don¡¯t know if it can be suppressed. But why should I choose the solution? Mu Laojiu, you ask me how would I know the answer? The special envoy of Emperor Murong Xi of Nanyan arrived outside the Black Flag Army camp when the sun rose. This old man who looked to be about sixty years old still had some arrogance in his eyebrows, even though what he saw in front of him was his whole life. The only majestic army he saw, even though this army had already attacked outside the capital, he was still unwilling to lose his dignity. He is the imperial envoy of Yan State, the old man who argued with the emperor in the court. Perhaps it was at this time that Murong Shai understood who could be used and who could not be used. "Please come in, my lord is in the big tent." Chen Xiaoru made a gesture of invitation, and Du Xiangping, the imperial envoy of Nanyan City, strode into the Black Flag Army camp. He deliberately raised his chin slightly and puffed out his chest. When he arrived outside the big tent, he carefully arranged his clothes before going in. Fang Jie is sitting behind the desk and drawing something. He is still not comfortable using a brush. The lines drawn with charcoal are obviously much smoother than when he uses a brush. Seeing Nan Yan's envoy coming in, Fang Jie pointed to the chair below and said, "Wait a moment, I will finish the painting in a while." Du Xiangping was slightly stunned, and then some anger spread in his heart. In his opinion, Fang Jie's behavior was arrogant and rude. So he didn¡¯t sit down, he just stood straight and looked at Fang Jie. Why does Fang Jie care? After another full twenty minutes, Fang Jiefang put down the charcoal pen and stretched his body: "It has been too long since I have recalled it, so it is inevitable that there will be some differences. But I think it shouldn't be much different, my memory has never been too bad. " Du Xiangping didn't understand what Fang Jie was talking about, so he subconsciously looked at the large piece of paper on the table. He looked a little confused at first, but after a few minutes, his expression changed drastically. "This is" He subconsciously raised his finger and pointed at the picture, his face turning pale. "Dali City" Fang Jie nodded: "I have been to Dali many years ago, and I don't know what the changes are between the Dali in my memory and the Dali now. ButIt turns out that the differences are only in details, but the overall situation remains the same. Originally, I wasn't interested in chatting with Murong Shai's people, but I happened to be drawing this picture, and now that you are here, I would like to ask if the drawing is still neat? " Du Xiangping walked over quickly and stared at the picture Fang Jie had just drawn. He looked at it from top to bottom, left to right, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. His hands were trembling involuntarily. "When did you Been to Dali? " He couldn't help but ask. "About fifteen years. Fang Jie smiled: "Why, is my drawing accurate?" " "Fifteen years" The corners of Du Xiangping's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times. After a while, he let out a long sigh: "Fifteen years ago, you were just a four or five-year-old child. Normally, A child of your age is still hiding in your mother's arms and acting like a baby. Even the more sensible ones have just begun to read and write. But you actually read the entire layout of Dali City and memorized it so clearly No wonder No wonder no one in Dayan is your opponent. " "This picture is of no use. Fang Jie smiled and said, "I just have nothing to do and think about what I painted." He sat down again and asked, "Tell me, what did Murong Shai ask you to say?" " Du Xiangping took a deep breath to calm down his mood: "Your Majesty said As long as the Duke is willing to withdraw his troops, the Yan Kingdom will be willing to become a vassal to the Sui Dynasty in the future, pay tribute every year, and pay homage every year. The entire Yan Kingdom were all subjects of the Sui Dynasty. " "Isn't it the same now? " Fang Xie asked. Du Xiangping said: "It's not the case now, and it wasn't entirely the case before. " Fang Jie nodded and said, "Go back. I heard your name fifteen years ago. At that time, you were already the imperial envoy of Yushitai. In fifteen years, your official position has not changed. . I thought that with your qualifications you were already prime minister. Murong Shai put you to death in the position of the Imperial Envoy because he wanted to disgust those courtiers, and he was also afraid of offending those courtiers. This time I sent you instead of Zhu Chijian or a general from the Nanyan army because Murong Shai knew that you were the only one who dared to die. " Fang Jie smiled: "From the moment I knew the name of the Nanyan envoy, I knew that you came here just to die in our army. You want to die here to arouse the resistance of the soldiers and people in Dali City What Murong Shai and you think is really beautiful. " Du Xiangping's shoulders were shaking and he didn't know what to say. He had prepared so many impassioned words, but he couldn't say a single word. "I respect loyal ministers, whether they are enemies or friends. " Fang Jie handed the scroll of the picture of Dali City he had just drawn to Du Xiangping: "Go back and tell Murong Shai that relying on the death of an old minister will not inspire people to resist progress, and will only make people look down on him. I have a friend whose surname is Murong, who was the last prince of Dashang. Ask him if he still remembers it? "