After lying in bed for ten days, Narita could barely move his body, but the crisscrossing whip marks on his back were still terrifying. During the days when he was unconscious, he had nightmares and the bloody scene of Mingchuan being sentenced to death was always replayed in his mind. These people in the Central Plains were really terrible. He had always admired the culture of the Celestial Empire and had a deeper understanding of the noble bureaucrats of Lingyun. Whether it was power or status, they could enjoy far more than his father who was calling for wind and rain in Japan, and his territory was much larger. Just look at the young prince who was younger than him, he knew how insignificant he was.

"It seems that your injury has healed." A cold voice came from his ears, "Do you know why I didn't stop them from whipping you?"

Narita struggled to turn his head, but accidentally touched the wound on his back, and grinned in pain. However, he would not forget that sound that killed him. If it weren't for that prince, there would be no one else. Although in order to avoid others making mistakes, he was determined to stand up and salute, the injury was still heavy after all. He had to force his head to touch his head on the pillow a few times, and then said in a crying voice: "I don't know, please let the prince make it clear."

"Although you claim to be an envoy of Japan, I did not find any documents on the ship and did not find a gift. Therefore, I had known that you were fooling me." Feng Wuhen could not help but smile when he saw Narita's face turned pale, "The reason why he still spared your life is that your identity is still valuable, otherwise how could it be so simple as a whip? That day, you also saw that the military and civilians in Fujian hated you to the core. If Lord Lu did not punish you, I am afraid anyone would not accept it."

A few understatement made Narita feel cold all over. He thought he was a little clever, but he expected that he was almost like a fool in the eyes of others. He forced a smile that was ugly than crying, "Prince, do you want the young one to do something?"

Feng Wuhen glanced at the smart Japanese with praise, but still said to himself: "Do you know how your shogunate dealt with the Mingchuan family? Humph, those guys who bully the weak and fear the strong gave thirteen heads to our envoys. I'm afraid that Mingchuan would not believe it until his death?"

Narita felt a loud bang in his head, and more than a dozen lives were easily sacrificed by the shogunate. What is the identity of the young prince in front of him? His destiny is now in his hands. With just the few words he said, Narita no longer expects his father to do anything. A little Japanese daimyo is less than a thousand miles away. Once the Celestial Empire is punished, he may be the first to be abandoned. "Prince, the young man is only a minor person. If the prince has any instructions, the young man will definitely die." Although he said majestic, his heart was filled with fear, and his hands in the quilt were also tightly holding the bed sheet, fearing that the master would propose some head-losing errands.

"Although the Japanese do not lock the country now, the ports open to China are extremely limited after all. Now that Japan is in full swing, your father is a daimyo, isn't he really willing to live in his own corner?"

Narita was shocked and glanced at Feng Wuhen in confusion. He really couldn't understand what the prince meant. Did Naruto want to get into trouble with his country? No, it was impossible. He kept telling himself, but the person in front of him had a strange face, what exactly did he want to do?

"My request is very simple. Go back and tell your father that I can secretly help him to expel the shogunate of Japan. In return, he must try to open ports and trade all ports. For example, aren't your Japanese swords very sharp? Instead of rusting in the country, you might as well sell more overseas. Those barbarians often want to pay high prices. Since Japan is the most excellent sea boat, it is better to buy and sell them on behalf of Fujian merchants. In short, the world is bustling, and they are all for profit; the world is bustling, and it depends on you whether your father can control more power and wealth."

Narita couldn't help but feel excited. It is important to know that although the emperor and the shogunate are weak, one is a nominal symbol after all, and the other has ruled Japan for hundreds of years. After the princes have been fighting for many years, no one dares to touch either of them. "What the prince means is that the Heavenly Kingdom can help my father's arm?" He asked tentatively, "According to the rules of Japan, the Emperor is the incarnation of the gods, but it cannot be touched."

"The Emperor can't touch it, so the general can always pull it down, right?" Feng Wuhen asked, "Are their ancestors not ordinary warriors? I just made a suggestion. As for the emperor, a vassal state that is insignificant and capricious, there is nothing extraordinary in another world."

Originally, Narita was just to find out about the situation in Japan, but after Feng Wuhen and Luo Yunqian discussed, the head of the family who had just recovered from serious illness unexpectedly proposed such a plan. In his opinion, no businessman could speak out for profit. If he could truly see the market in Japan, the family would only flourish with Feng Wuhen's support in the future. Out of Feng Wuhen's original intention, provoking deeper civil strife in Japan, and storing more crazy samurai into the war, so that Fujian could also avoid the Japanese turmoil as little as possible. Furthermore, by dragging Guo Hanjin and Lu Simang into the water, he could naturally avoid their excessive exploitation of the people. Of course, this important decision was reported to the emperor early in the morning and approved.

Narita knew that he was just a lamb to be slaughtered, and the other party would never deceive him, but how could such a good thing fall into the world? The prince first executed the stubborn Mingchuan, giving himself a bloody shock, and then kind to himself. After he acted as a witness, he taught himself a lesson to death with a whip. Such dazzling arrangements made him unable to figure it out or figure it out.

"What is your highness willing to provide?" Narita asked gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid my father will be powerless even if he has the will."

"Of course it's silver." Feng Wuhen's mouth curled up and showed a light smile, "Do you think I can still provide you with military personnel? With money in troubled times, what kind of people can't buy it? Do you still need to teach you this?"

When he heard that Feng Wuhen was supporting the white silver, Narita's eyes lit up, but the only trace of caution told him that there was no pie falling from the world. "Your Majesty, you have paid such a price, and you shouldn't wait until the end to see the result?"

"You are very smart. Regarding the spoils, I will ask Fujian merchants to buy them. I believe that gold, silver and treasures are more in line with your thoughts than those antique jades, right?" Feng Wuhen made his request without hesitation. He suddenly thought that it was not a solution to hide some things from the Yue family, so it would be better to let them get a share. Luo Yunqian and Yue Mingzhong got together, and there was absolutely no room for any loss.

Narita nodded fiercely, "Since the prince can trust him, let's try it!" He changed his usual humbleness and seemed to be his noble son again, proud and confident.

"Your Highness is serious!" Yue Mingzhong didn't believe his ears at all. His business in Japan has always been exclusive to the Luo family, and it was the Yue family's long-cherished wish to be able to intervene. He thought that Feng Wuhen would be a little distance from him after gaining the loyalty of the Luo family, but he didn't expect that he would come to talk about these things.

"Mr. Yue, is this king like a person who speaks nonsense?" Feng Wuhen replied with a bit of joke, "I have done what Miss Qiyan has entrusted, and the Luo family seems to have not deviated from the original agreement. Did Mr. Yue use this to determine that I am no longer trustworthy?" Feng Wuhen deliberately aggravated his tone, which was quite serious.

"Where is your highness joking!" Yue Mingzhong was not so confused that he was serious about a prince, so he quickly stood up and saluted, "I just got Meng Lang. The reason why I doubted was that I couldn't believe that Your Highness could convince the Luo family to give up some of the Japanese market."

"Have you said that the Luo family will withdraw?" Feng Wuhen also stood up, "It's just that the Luo family's strength is probably not able to swallow that bone. Please listen to my thoughts..."

Yue Mingzhong was both excited and frightened when he heard it. Feng Wuhen did not conceal Luo Yunqian's role in it, and even believed that the crippled head of the family was still far more intelligent than ordinary people. Even Yue Mingzhong did not expect that his old rival would have such an idea. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the successors of the two families were no longer there. Since Feng Wuhen did not mean to leave his family, he simply struck while the iron was hot and just married to the cigarette, so he would not have to worry so much afterwards.

"Your Highness, please rest assured. I will definitely order people to arrange this matter properly and make sure to handle everything perfectly." Yue Mingzhong is confident. "The mobs in Japan should have taught a lesson. If they can take the opportunity to make another profit this time, I believe that the Japanese merchants will cry without tears. They have made so much profit on weekdays, and it is our turn now."

"Mr. Yue is enough to have such intentions." Feng Wuhen nodded. Chen Lingcheng and Shi Jingqi's approval made him take this move. Although these two wealthy families are rich, they are not bottomless pits after all. They need money for everything, so they can only go to the sidelines. After all, the money in the imperial tomb is too strange, and he can't take it out, so he can only rely on other places. A penny of money stumped the hero, and he truly understood the meaning.

"Your Highness, what happened about smoking..." Yue Mingzhong seemed to be in a good mood when he saw Feng Wuhen, so he directly brought up the matter about his granddaughter.

Feng Wuhen also knew that this was inevitable. Besides, Yue Qiyan was indeed a good woman, and she felt quite wronged when she married herself. "Mr. Yue's good intentions have been reported to me. I have just reported to him and nodded. I will marry Miss Yue immediately. No matter what, the Yue family is also a prominent family in Fujian. How can the marriage be simple? For Miss Yue, a beautiful woman with a good heart and good character is the best virtuous support. It is my honor to marry her. Mr. Yue, but please rest assured."

After hearing Feng Wuhen's clear answer, Yue Mingzhong's heart was relieved. As long as his granddaughter could really marry into the royal family, he would always be able to surpass the Luo family in Fujian from now on. His own head is worthy of his ancestors.

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