Bastian didn't expect Fang Xing to be so direct. He said in surprise: "Yes, we are here to seek friendship between the great powers of the East."

Fang Xing frowned and said, "If you want to seek friendship, then I will ignore this matter. Supervisor, come."

Fang Xing turned around and entered the palace. Wang He laughed horrifiedly and said in a sinister way: "What kind of friendship? What kind of friendship is mentioned when we meet for the first time? Who knows if you are thinking about getting some benefits from the Ming Dynasty."

When Bastian saw Fang Xing in, he said dissatisfiedly: "This is not in line with diplomatic etiquette! I heard that the Ming Dynasty was a country of etiquette, but what I saw was not, which disappointed me. I believe that when the news came back, the whole Frank would be disappointed because you rejected our hands."

Wang He said disdainfully: "Don't do this, the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty are even more fake than you, so go and live first, and take you back a little while when you look back."

Bastian wanted to argue, but Wang He took out the style of his father-in-law Zhe and ordered: "Take them in and place them, arrange for people to watch, and do not run around."

“This is not fair!”

Bastian shouted, and then several sabre sergeants came over and pointed at the palace.

...

"They should be messengers."

Fang Xing was eating roasted chicken. The chicken here tasted very good, whether it was fried or roasted.

Wang He sat opposite him, twisted a chicken leg without hesitation and bit it.

Fang Xing took a sip of local wine, looked at Bastian and others who were escorted in, and sneered: "It's just a dilapidated house. Do you dare to compare it with the Ming Dynasty?"

Wang He chewed the chicken and said vaguely: "So you did it on purpose?"

"certainly."

Fang Xing wiped his hands with a towel and said, "Taixi is in chaos at this moment, but he has always nurtured the seeds of innovation. It only takes one opportunity to become wild wolves, so why should I give them face?"

Wang He thought about it and felt that something was wrong, so he said, "At that time, they will say in the court that you humiliate the envoys of the foreign vassals. And... Hey! They actually use sheepskin, are they paperless?"

"Just get used to it."

Fang Xing didn't know what the Franks looked like now, but the century-old war should still continue, but when they were about to destroy the country, they were still intent on sending envoys, which made Fang Xing feel very puzzled.

The mission that was brought into two wooden houses was discussing.

"Bastian, that Count of the Ming people is really a wise person? But he looks so young. Is he the inheritor? He must be the emperor's favorite minister."

A man looked outside the door and then analyzed Fang Xing's identity, but Bastian shook his head and refused to approve of this analysis.

"Did you not notice it just now? Those natives are being driven, and the buildings here should be original, which means they have not occupied this place for long."

Bastian said reservedly: "What does this mean? It means they are expanding, and the charming meat is also..."

He suddenly stopped talking and pointed outside the door.

There was no guard outside the door, but Bastian believed that someone must be staring at them in secret.

A man quietly touched the door, then looked around and shook his head.

Bastien felt relieved and whispered: "Be careful when speaking in the future, don't let Mingren hear it."

Everyone nodded with heart, and Bastian said: "The flesh is charming and restless. The Ming people will feel the pressure sooner or later, and we will become distinguished guests. You may be able to have some wonderful things happening with the passionate Ming people women."

A low laugh echoed in the room...

...

The knife on the roof quietly touched the edge, then turned over and landed on the ground.

"Master, they don't understand what they said."

Xiaodao went to Fang Xing with a frown and told his discovery that as a scout, language was the biggest enemy, and what Bastian and the others said were nonsense to Xiaodao and they couldn't understand it.

"It's okay, no attention is needed."

Fang Xing also had a headache about this problem, but no one could understand Frank's language throughout the Ming Dynasty.

"Or... torture?"

Wang He pointed and waved his fingers like a knife and suggested viciously.

"No need, when the people from the old port arrive, we will leave here."

...

Half of the people who Shi Jinqing brought were from the Ming Dynasty, and half of them were from the natives who had already returned to the Ming Dynasty, and everyone was fully armed.

"Just settled like this?"

Shi Jinqing arrived at the palace all the way, and Fang Xing received the news that he was already packing his things and preparing to set off.

"Just a group of native chickens and tiled dogs."

Fang Xing picked up his long knife and said, "My means are a little harder. You can relax a little and then stare at them to build roads. In a word, do you understand the roads? I want a road that runs through Sumatra."

Shi Jinqing nodded subconsciously and murmured: "The people here used to be fierce and evil, but now seeing them obediently, the lower officials feel a little unbelievable!"

The soldiers around were staring at the prisoners carrying things, mostly food and water.

When a group of natives came out with the box, the strenuous steps made Shi Jinqing look at it a few more times.

“This is gold and silver.”

Fang Xing finally reminded: "Remember, what I want is a road. Without a road, we can't do anything!"

Shi Jinqing nodded and watched teams of native people lift the boxes out of the palace and then deliver them to the ox cart.

There are many scalpers and cheese in Sumatra.

Rows of ox carts set off slowly, with Mingjun escorting live ammunition beside him.

This is a spoil that will return to the Ming Dynasty with the fleet, as the most powerful proof of its huge wealth overseas.

The last one came out was the Frank delegation. Fang Xing glanced at them, then got on the horse and said, "Ben is going to find His Highness, King of Han. You are optimistic about Sumatra, prepare more food, and provide supplies for Zheng He's fleet back."

After saying that, Fang Xing beat the horse out of the palace, and the servants behind him followed one after another.

"We are going to the Ming Dynasty."

Although he was under house arrest for one day, Bastian was not panicked. He felt that this was Fang Xing who did not give him a chance to communicate, otherwise he would tell him how great he was to Fa Rank.

"Get in the car!"

The Ming army shouted from behind him. Tongzhi felt that he had been on a pirate ship. If he had known that the Ming people despised the Frank delegation so much, he would not have taken risks for money.

Everyone got on the ox cart, and the translation was still regretting.

They have experienced too much suffering along the way, and have to escape from death many times, and have to use money to buy a way. But even so, there are still heavy casualties.

The ox cart staggered all the way to the beach, and saw that the natives had returned to normal work along the way. When they saw Ming Jun, they just stood by the roadside and bowed their heads.

"No one dares to take a look, these natives are really timid."

Someone in the mission muttered, and Bastian nodded, and he also felt that these natives were too weak.

Someone was rubbing behind him and approached Bastian.

"Bastian, this place is so rich, and these natives are very weak..."

With greed and bewitching in this voice, Bastien felt hot and whispered: "This place has been conquered by the Ming people, yes, it has been conquered."

The companion behind him said regretfully: "Yes, such a wonderful place..."

A wonderful place...

Bastian thought this metaphor was correct. Until he saw the huge treasure ship after he arrived at the beach, he felt that the heat in his heart had encountered the ice.
Chapter completed!