Royal Gold Magistrate

On the east side of Pantai City, near the imperial palace, a huge camp has already been prepared.

The surrounding houses are stretching, obviously all newly repaired.

During this period, pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and Fangzheng saw many blacksmith stoves as soon as he looked.

As expected, it should be a gathering place for artisans.

Fang Zhengyi was still looking at the surrounding environment, and asked in his mouth: "Master, you have such a big battle, it seems that I can't make it, and I will never let it go."

"Since you have news about the Divine Artifact of Yutian, you should also know who made it. Why don't you spend some money to bribe him and invite him here?"

Paba said: "Brother Fang was joking. Since this thing appeared from Eastern Suburb University, no one should know it better than you. Besides, finding you is much more valuable than finding someone else. From now on, you will stay here permanently. All craftsmen's supplies are at your disposal."

Fang Zhengyi let out a solemn expression.

He really understood the hot air balloon carefully, and he still understands this early version.

As long as there are enough craftsmen and enough experiments, it will not take long to make it.

One month is enough time.

Fortunately, I know how to click, otherwise I would lose my life here.

"I see, but I'm going back to the post to rest at night."

"No problem, just tell the two guards next to you if you have an order. I will check here some time, and your majesty will come too. Brother Fang, it's best to get results in a few days. My men People come to report, the Yutian thing is certainly miraculous, but its structure is not complicated, Brother Fang, don't try to frame me."

After Paba finished speaking, he took out an envelope from his chest, and handed it to Fangzheng: "There is one more thing. Considering that you have stayed too long, first write back a letter to Jingguo. I have prepared the letter for you. You Just make a copy now, and after copying, I will find a suitable time and send someone to the station."

As soon as Fangzheng took the envelope, he opened it and said sarcastically, "You are quite assured of me, how do you know my writing style...I'm stupid!"

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Fang Zheng's eyes immediately straightened.

The first half of the letter drafted by Paba was a formal report, and the second half was wonderful, full of flattery.

This dog looks so much better than imitating me! ?

Seeing that Fangzheng didn't speak, Paba said with a half-smile, "Brother Fang, I know your humanity too well. Basically, I have all the Banshan Daily in my hand. Whenever you publish an article on it, the ending is always I will flatter the emperor, and I think the memorial should be in a similar form. Judging by your performance, I think I should be right."

"Stop talking nonsense! Bring a pen and paper!" Fang Zheng said angrily from embarrassment.

Paba clapped his hands with a smile, and the entourage immediately presented the pen and paper.

Finding a desk anywhere, Fangzheng pouted his buttocks and began to copy. Halfway through writing, he turned his head and said, "There's not enough paper, please get another one."

Paba frowned: "One page is enough, don't play tricks."

Fang Zhengyi silently unfolded the content he had just copied: "Is one page enough for you to read?"

Seeing the crooked rows of large characters above, Paba's face turned black, and he directly pulled out a knife from the waist of the guard around him, put it on Fangzheng's neck, and said angrily: "Brother Fang! I treat you with great courtesy!" , don’t be ignorant of good and bad, and dare to play tricks with me at this time?”

"A dignified third-rank official, the commander of Jinyiwei, you think I'm a fool when I write this kind of dog-climbing characters?!"

Fang Zheng looked at Paba in disbelief.

His hands began to tremble unconsciously, and his face gradually turned red.

Then he pointed at Paba and tremblingly said: "Bulk, you...you can kill me, but you can't insult me!"

Paba stared at him coldly: "Stop pretending, it's quite boring."

Fangzheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the feeling of having a heart attack, and said angrily: "My mother writes like this, believe it or not, or you will kill me!"

Not allowing him to say more, Paba snatched half a page of paper he had already written, and said grimly: "I don't need you to write the letter, you start to bring craftsmen to make things now, and when you have a thorough understanding, let me Somebody come and let me know."

"Brother Fang...you can take care of yourself, hmph!" After Paba finished speaking, he slammed his sleeves and led the person away without looking back.

Fangzheng watched Paba leave the camp with tears in his eyes, slandering him endlessly.

Paba!I'm in trouble!My mother is also a college student who has gone through nine years of compulsory education!

Isn't it just that you can't write with a brush, is there anyone who insults people like that?

What a shame!Sooner or later, I will report back!

After calming down, Fang Zheng looked at the busy craftsmen in the blacksmith's furnace in the distance, and began to plan in his mind.

It didn't take long before I had a plan, and told the left and right: "Go and gather everyone for me, I have to make arrangements first."

......

In the post house, Paba was sitting in the center of the hall, still holding the page that Fang Zheng had finished writing in his hand.

It didn't feel right to leave him just now.

Fang Zhengyi is a smart person, there is no need to play tricks on this kind of issue.

But can someone really write like a dog like this?

After much deliberation, I decided to come to the posthouse to find someone to check it out, and everything should be cautious first.

After thinking for a while, Paba told the guard beside him, "Go upstairs and find a member of the mission to come down, it doesn't matter who it is."

The guard responded, then quickly went upstairs and pulled a person down.

The members of the mission that were torn off trembled until they saw Paba and immediately shouted: "Master Fang! You promised Master Fang not to do anything."

Paba said indifferently: "Let's go, I just want to ask you something."

As he spoke, he raised the letter paper in his hand and shook it in front of him twice, and said, "Let me ask you, whose writing is this?"

The members of the mission asked innocently: "What's wrong with Mr. Fang's words?"

“…”

Paba waved his hand: "Well, you go back and change to another one!"

The second person still answered in the same way.

Paba's expression was a little dull, and he looked at the letter in his hand, still feeling unbelievable.

Could it be...Fangzheng had a plan early on, right?

Until the third person arrived, Ma Cheng sat in front of Paba very nervously, and said cautiously: "Why did the national teacher ask me to come?"

Paba said with a sullen face: "I show you a letter, and you immediately tell who wrote it. If you make a mistake, your life will be lost, and you must be honest."

This Ma Cheng looks like a complete softie, the kind with extremely poor psychological quality.

If he also said the same answer... he probably didn't run away.

The letter paper was still swept before Ma Cheng's eyes, and Ma Cheng said without thinking: "Master Fang wrote it."

Snapped!

Paba slapped his face with one palm, rubbed it hard twice, and muttered with a painful expression: "Damn, how could this be!"

......

(Brothers, I seem to have a runny nose, my whole body is weak, and my head hurts. I bought a test box today, and I feel uncomfortable.)