Ma Rufeng has already experienced Han You's skill in talking, and he does not dare to engage in verbal confrontation anymore. He also feels that it is unnecessary. Anyway, he has basically made his cards clear. He wants to compete with Boss Zhou, not someone who appears out of nowhere. Han You.
Too lazy to talk to Young Master Han, Ma Rufeng brought up the business: "Your Majesty, today I am not only going to the palace to celebrate the birthday of Concubine Qing, but I also want to offer a small gift to Your Majesty."
"I'm interested." Boss Zhou looked at Tang Jing, who had been standing tremblingly behind Ma Rufeng since entering the palace: "What kind of gift is it?"
"I heard from my brother-in-law that your Majesty likes to listen to the popular zhiyi essays in his spare time. However, this essay has not yet been written. What is next? Even your Majesty is curious. You are the co-owner of the world, and you want to know about the things in the world. , you must know that the old man made inquiries in various places, and learned that the essays were all written by the owner of Moxiang Pavilion, Mr. Tang Jingtang, so he brought them into the palace."
"oh?"
Boss Zhou's eyes were shining brightly, and even Concubine Qing was looking at Tang Jing.
Han You was greatly relieved. It turned out to be this reason.
Tang Jing hurriedly walked to the middle position. He wanted to show some courtesy as a scholar, but after being nervous for too long, his body went limp and he knelt down to salute again, his words incoherent.
"Cao Cao Cao Cao... Cao Min Cao, Your Majesty, no, Your Majesty, Cao Min, no, Cao Min Tang Jing, worship Cao Your Majesty... No, pay homage to Your Majesty."
Concubine Qing laughed and said, "Get up quickly and give me a seat. Don't panic. Your Majesty doesn't eat people."
The emperor curled his lips, he didn't like this coward who trembled when he saw him, he preferred Han You who was stubborn.
In fact, it is not the fault of Tang Jing for not living up to expectations. He is not the first person to be soft-hearted when seeing the emperor. There are many such people.
Especially the so-called scholars. When they are outside, they open their mouths in court and talk about the world. Even the emperor dares to talk about them after drinking a few sips of wine. However, if they meet the emperor who controls countless lives and deaths, some of them can still talk and laugh happily.
Wen Wu stepped forward, helped the trembling Tang Jing up, brought him to the low table next to Ma Rufeng and pressed him down.
Tang Jing was still nervous and his forehead was covered with sweat.
A scholar, whose family was poor, opened a shop in Nanshi to settle down. He was bullied and bullied by other merchants. He unexpectedly met the emperor and the empress, and was in the palace. How could he not be nervous or panicked?
There is another reason, a big reason, that is, the book was not written by him at all, which is equivalent to the crime of deceiving the emperor. If Han You hadn't been sitting there, he would have kneeled down and confessed.
Boss Zhou is really not serious. Recently, he has stopped tormenting the concubine at night. He reads books, watches porn... and reads books that emperors should not read. He is very curious about the development of the Great Sage and other stories.
However, Boss Zhou was just out of business, not brainless. Ma Rufeng brought Tang Jing into the palace under the guise of knowing what to do later. How could things be so simple?
Ma Rufeng spoke and turned to look at Tang Jing with a smile.
"The essays you compiled are quite interesting, and I read them occasionally. My younger brother entered the palace a few days ago. Your Majesty is quite curious about whether the Great Sage has surrendered to the Heavenly Court. Can you tell me whether the Great Sage has surrendered to the Heavenly Court in the end? .”
Tang Jing's expression changed slightly and he subconsciously looked at Han You.
Han You smiled and said nothing.
"This..." Tang Jing swallowed: "The story... the story is not finished yet."
Ma Rufeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's not what you said outside the palace just now."
"Outside the palace...outside the palace..."
Han You's expression suddenly changed, this Lao Deng had indeed played a trick.
It's just that Han You didn't know what Ma Rulong talked about with Boss Zhou when he entered the palace a few days ago. He couldn't interrupt for a while and could only wait and see what happened.
"Grass...grass people..."
Tang Jing stuttered, not daring to look at Ma Rufeng or the Emperor. He lowered his head and said, "The Great Sage was originally the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain. He dominated the world with his abilities, but he was... humiliated by the heaven. If you are angry, you are not a life-and-death enemy of Heaven. If... if there is no such tight curse, I think... I think the Great Sage is willing to surrender to the imperial court."
"oh?"
Boss Zhou took a deep look at Ma Rufeng and said, "If there was no such tightening spell, if Sun Houhou continued to act mischievously, wouldn't it mean that there would be another war in heaven?"
Ma Rufeng smiled slightly: "Heaven is generous. Don't doubt the people you employ and don't trust others. Treat the Great Sage sincerely, and the Great Sage will take care of himself for the sake of Heaven."
"It makes some sense." Boss Zhou looked at Tang Jing again: "If Monkey Sun hands over the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, Heaven will not let him put the tight curse on him."
Tang Jing's face was full of confusion. The emperor was very concerned about whether a monkey wore a hood. How free was this emperor?
Ma Rufeng smiled bitterly and said: "If there is no Ruyi Golden Cudgel, wouldn't the Great Sage be at the mercy of others?"
The palace fell into silence, and Han You sighed silently. After all, there was still an irreconcilable conflict.
The Ma family controls the channels for war horses, owns a large number of horse farms and pastures, and has purchased many Zhechong mansions in the North.
Then if they want to submit to the imperial court, they must hand over these "trump cards", and then the emperor will let go of the gap between the two sides.
But the Ma family was worried that once the "trump card" was handed over, the emperor would turn against him again.
For Boss Zhou, if he doesn't hand over his trump card, the Ma family will be a time bomb. How can he give high-ranking officials generous salaries so that the Ma family can sit back and relax.
All in all, it is actually a matter of trust. Both parties feel that the other party has no character and credibility, and both feel that the other party is trying to stir up trouble.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Tang Jing said stupidly: "Actually, the Great Sage still has seventy-two transformations, even if he hands it over..."
Before he finished speaking, Ma Rufeng glared at Tang Jing, who shrank his neck and became silent.
The emperor laughed and said: "Yes, Monkey Sun still has these seventy-two transformations. He is still a hero without the golden cudgel. Wouldn't it be beautiful to be a free king?"
"I beg to differ."
Ma Rufeng said softly: "The seventy-two transformations are not even enough to protect oneself. Only with this Ruyi Golden Cudgel can we defend, let alone... attack!"
"Be bold!"
Wen Wu shouted, his face full of anger: "Ma Rufeng, do you really think that His Majesty dare not use the Thunder Hand..."
Boss Zhou: "Shut up!"
Wenwu: "Oh."
"I will discuss with him what monkey monkey you are, why are you barking like an old dog?"
"I know my mistake."
The skin is not broken, but both parties have expressed their feelings clearly.
Boss Zhou and Ma Rufeng were not disappointed, they had expected it.
His face was not torn, but the confident Ma Rufeng was still arrogant.
"Your Majesty, everything about this great sage will be written by Tang Jing, but I think it is inappropriate. The fate of this great sage is like the fate of the people in the world, the fate of my Ma family, and the fate of everyone, should be determined by your majesty. In one thought.”
The emperor seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Really?"
"Of course it is."
Ma Rufeng looked at Tang Jing and said, "I have invested a huge amount of money. From now on, your essay will be written exclusively for His Majesty. You will write whatever His Majesty thinks."
At this point, Ma Rufeng paused, his eyes full of contempt: "Remember, I only write to His Majesty. Write what His Majesty wants to see. As long as His Majesty is happy."
Wen Wu's expression changed drastically again.
This was said suddenly, and there was nothing wrong with it. Ma Rufeng spent money to make the emperor happy.
But if you think about it carefully, the more you think about it, the more wrong it tastes.
It is only for the emperor to write, and the emperor can write whatever he wants. What does this mean? It means that the emperor is amusing himself. It means that the emperor decides the fate of the great sage and is just "cheating" himself to amuse himself. Others will see it anyway. No, it’s only written for the emperor.
This is equivalent to the emperor controlling the fate of the Great Sage, but he thought that the emperor thought, rather than truly "controlling" it. Not to mention, the "fate" that the emperor mistakenly thought he controlled was bought by Ma Rufeng with money. Come to amuse the emperor.
How could Tang Jing understand so many twists and turns, but he felt a pressure inexplicably, the pressure from the emperor, and couldn't help but look at Han You who had stopped smiling at some point.
