Emperor Jing's heart was in confusion.
His face turned blue and white.
It should be said that using some dirty methods on the battlefield is not only not a bad thing, but a good thing.
After all, nothing is too much as long as it can improve a soldier's chance of survival.
But the current occasion was a competition, not a battlefield. Why did the man named Zhao Lie go down three directions!
It seemed that not one of the two hundred people was a serious person.
Originally, I wanted to see that all of them were strong and strong, and select a group to enter the palace.
Now that he was playing so disgustingly in public, Emperor Jing felt a little embarrassed.
Especially looking at Ren Hua who was still shaking slightly on the ground.
"Your Majesty, do you think they have any shortcomings? I asked them to make corrections." Fang Zhengyi asked.
"This..." Emperor Jing hesitated.
There's really nothing to point out.
They are all patriots, strong in body, able to follow orders and prohibitions, and have good kung fu... But that's not the case if they don't say it.
"Ahem! Fang Qing, today is a martial arts competition. These people are certainly in good health. But... Kung Fu still needs to be practiced more seriously. Some things are just minor skills after all. You need to lay down the basic skills."
In the end, the big leader still squeezed out a useless nonsense just to save face.
As soon as these words came out, the civil servants also criticized him. After all, Zhao Lie played too dirty and his fight was not pretty at all!
When Zhang Biao tricked Heishan Chilie, everyone was disgusted. Unexpectedly, people from Taoyuan County were all the same.
Someone immediately criticized: "Master Fang, this is a martial arts competition today. How can you use such dirty methods when you are supposed to be fair and aboveboard?"
Zhang Dongxiang said contemptuously: "This is what a villain did. The Jinyi Guards want to guard His Majesty's side and do upright things. Today, they are indeed a little defeated."
The eldest uncle and the second uncle nodded immediately.
Play dirty, right? Then you have to look at the occasion!
Fang Zheng showed a look of disdain, his eyes swept over the crowd and said, "Everyone, they were originally training to rescue the battlefield. There is no need to talk about being upright on the battlefield. The only thing is life and death."
"And these are just means, how can they be called obscene?"
"The two armies are facing each other. Is it possible that the opponent has set up a trap, and we still have to step into it? Today, Ren Hua is not as good as others. He has practiced martial arts for so many years, but in the end he doesn't even have this vigilance. No wonder he is like this One defeat!”
Li Yansong frowned and said, "No! This is a competition, not a battlefield."
Emperor Jing didn't interrupt and watched their bickering with interest.
Fang Zheng said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Mr. Li, there are no preset rules for this competition. What's more, the Jinyi Guards are responsible for guarding His Majesty and guarding the city gate."
"Once an unexpected situation occurs, you will definitely face people who are extremely vicious and capable of doing anything. Being able to adapt flexibly is the most important thing."
Li Yansong said helplessly: "But if we act like this in the future, it may affect His Majesty's majesty in front of a large audience."
"How can these people take on the important responsibilities of Jin Yiwei in the future?"
The others nodded vigorously, but Emperor Jing remained calm.
Seeing that Emperor Jing didn't respond, Fang Zheng said: "Your Majesty, it is well known that I am a straight-tempered person, and the people I bring out are inevitably a little too candid."
"They are just a group of warriors with low cultural level. They only think about being loyal to the country and don't care much about other unimportant things, so it is reasonable for them to fight ugly."
"Although what the princes said makes sense, I still think that they are too bookish and are not suitable for military management."
Emperor Jing raised his eyebrows: "Oh? I think what they said is reasonable. Why are you so bookish?"
Fang Zheng pursed his lips and smiled: "I think the princes in the court think about things in a complicated way. If they think too much, they will easily take detours."
A group of veterans sneered: "Master Fang, please tell me how we took a detour?"
Fang Zheng said nothing nonsense, turned around, walked to a Qianhu, pulled out a sword, and walked quickly towards Li Yansong.
Li Yansong's face suddenly turned pale: "Master Fang, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully!"
Others also hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Master Fang, you don't need to use swords or guns if you can't argue. You are also a civil servant! Aren't you unreasonable at all?"
Emperor Jing frowned and said, "Fang Zhengyi, what do you want to do?"
Fang Zheng crossed the sword and held it in front of Li Yansong: "Mr. Li, what is this?"
Seeing that he had no other meaning, Li Yansong felt relieved and asked doubtfully: "It's a sword, what's wrong?"
"What is a sword?"
"The sword is a gentleman's weapon. An upright weapon is an unyielding blade that would rather break." Li Yansong replied without hesitation.
"Do you think so too?" Fang Zheng asked the others while holding his sword.
The others nodded immediately.
Fang Zheng smiled, walked to Zhang Biao with his sword and asked, "What is this?"
"It's a sword." Zhang Biao said honestly.
"If it wasn't called a sword, what would it be called?"
"Iron sheets."
Everyone is silent. If you ask him what he is doing, that guy will be full of wisdom at first glance.
Calling a sword a piece of iron is simply a disgrace. Is that the same thing? Why don't you fight with a piece of iron?
Fang Zheng put away his sword and said proudly: "Did you hear it? This is it. When a warrior thinks, he should go straight to the essence."
"A sword is just a tool, but countless literati throughout history have always tried to add various theories to it."
"Martial arts people are also influenced by literati. Some martial arts are obviously killing skills, but they have to add all kinds of inexplicable life philosophies to them. This deviates from the essence, which leads to many people doing things in a roundabout way."
"Fortunately, I have ministers to lead them and protect them from these bad thoughts. The Jin Yiwei can win the battle and complete the task as soon as possible. This is the most important thing. All the rest are trivial and not worth mentioning."
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. If I train them carefully, I will definitely make them worthy of the title of Jinyiwei!"
The civil servants looked at each other.
Well, we have become bad thinkers. You, a civil servant, have read all the books into the dog's belly!
Emperor Jing was a practical man, and when thinking about problems, he naturally started from reality, and was a little less romantic.
Fang Zheng figured out this little psychological preference of leaders early on!
Emperor Jing looked at Zhang Biao and laughed dumbly: "That makes sense, but today is just a small test. I will give you some time, and then you have to take a serious exam."
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Your Majesty is always welcome to take the exam."
Just shoot at the right place!
The civil servants no longer refuted, and secretly expressed their contempt for Fang Zhengyi in their hearts.
"Your Majesty, Ren Hua is dying. Get him to the hospital quickly!" Someone finally reminded him.
After he said this, several people immediately came out to carry Ren Hua away.
Many people who are close to Ren Hua feel sad for him.
Your Excellency, this is not simple. It deviates more and more from the image you imagined...
Emperor Jing glanced at Ren Hua who was being carried away, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
After Wu Xun, it seemed that he was a little overwhelmed... In both rounds, he underestimated his opponent and lost so ugly.
"Okay, Fang Qing, please continue to lead them in the drill. I'll go take a look at Zhang Shi."
Fang Zhengyi hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. The imperial edict and the poisonous wine minister have been handed over to Zhang Shi. No one from the prison has come to report it yet. I think he is writing a suicide note."
"I have some personal matters that I would like to discuss with His Majesty... Could you please move aside?"
Private matter?
Emperor Jing nodded and walked towards the deserted place...
