After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Chen Futu never expected that he would be able to win over Zhao Xi'er on his trip to Xizhao.

Moreover, it must be admitted that Zhao Xier is a perfect work of art.

However, even the finest works of art are not worth 50,000 warhorses, which is worth millions of taels of silver!

Zhao Xier ignored Chen Futu's nagging. She bit her lip and silently put on her dragon robe. Then she limped back to the dragon throne. Finally, she beckoned with her snow-white fingers and scolded in a delicate voice, "Get over here!"

"Here I am." Chen Futu approached the dragon table with a thick skin. "Your Majesty, let's talk this out."

"You must offer your bargaining chips again, or I will kill you immediately."

"Let me think about it..."

Chen Futu couldn't afford to turn on them now, after all, the two of them had just been rolling around together in a state of blissful intoxication, and he wasn't the type to turn his back on someone after the fact.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Futu slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I've got it! I'll give you the technology to make mirrors!"

"Not enough!" Zhao Xier refused through gritted teeth.

"Then... then what about adding newspaper technology?" Chen Futu asked cautiously.

Zhao Xier's eyes lit up; she was tempted.

Newspaper technology includes printing and papermaking, and the technology that Chen Futu mastered was definitely not woodblock printing, but another printing method.

Even if the paper they produce is of poor quality, it is definitely a way to make money by printing books. Xi Zhao no longer needs to focus all its energy on glass, and it is more confident in resisting the suppression of the Longman.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xier said quietly, "What if I say it's not enough?"

"Don't be too greedy. If it's still not enough, then there's nothing I can do. Why don't you just cut me down?"

Chen Futu stretched his neck out directly.

Zhao Xier looked disgusted. "Fine, let's just go along with what you said: the glassmaking method, the mirror-making method, and the newspaper technology. We'll call it even."

"Damn it, we've lost a lot of money."

Chen Futu was filled with regret.

Back then, Cao Mengde killed three wise men with one cannon shot; today, his shots won't be cheap either!

Chen Futu felt increasingly uneasy. After taking a few steps, he turned back unwillingly and said, "Your Majesty, how about I keep you company tonight? At least I won't suffer too much."

"roll!"

Zhao Xier glared at him and threw the memorial at him.

Chen Futu, covered in the rubble, replied defiantly, "Fine, I'll get out!"

And so, Chen Futu, clutching his waist, slowly made his way out of the main hall.

Zhao Xier watched the departing figure, her dark eyes still filled with unresolved shame and anger.

She subconsciously touched her collarbone, and then, thinking of her earlier madness, her cheeks flushed red again. "You bastard, I will definitely teach you a lesson."

In the square, Dian Wei saw Chen Futu come out and quickly went to greet him, even considerately supporting Chen Futu's waist, and whispered, "My lord, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little weak."

"Hehe, does this mean we can get warhorses for free?"

"You still want to get something for free? Shut up!"

Chen Futu gets furious whenever this is mentioned.

He's really screwed over today, and this idiot still dares to bring it up... wait...

Chen Futu suddenly came to his senses, frowned, and said, "You saw it?"

Dian Wei quickly shook his head, looking honest and simple. "I was just worried about the safety of our lord, so I glanced at him from afar. But don't worry, I didn't see anything."

"So he saw it too?"

Chen Futu stared at the sour face of the imperial guard commander and guessed most of it.

As they were talking, the commander approached menacingly, carrying a knife. Chen Futu ignored him and walked away, supported by Dian Wei.

The commander wanted nothing more than to draw his sword and kill, but he couldn't say anything.

If he were to say it now, wouldn't that let all three thousand guards in front of him know? He still had to consider the king's face.

Soon, Chen Futu returned to the Western Zhao Prince's Palace.

Qin Liangyu noticed that he was clutching his waist and immediately asked what was wrong.

Dian Wei gave a vague answer: "My lord accidentally twisted his waist, but fortunately everything is resolved and there is no need for further fighting."

Chen Futu cast an approving glance at Dian Wei.

This simpleton knows what he can and cannot say.

Qin Liangyu seemed to be deep in thought, and then prepared a medicinal meal and sent it over.

Chen Futu asked in confusion, and Qin Liangyu replied, "It's a tonic. You're severely depleted today and need to rest for a few days."

puff!

Chen Futu spat out a mouthful of medicinal food; it turned out she had seen through it all.

That makes sense. She's a Xiantian expert now, so how could she not know if she's sprained her ankle?

The Crown Prince's image of being virtuous and upright has been completely ruined!

For the next few days, Pingcheng remained peaceful.

Chen Futu personally wrote a manual on craftsmanship and had it delivered to Zhao Xier.

Zhao Xier was not to be outdone; she had someone take Qin Liangyu to see the warhorses, and that 50,000 horses could be taken away at any time.

We can leave, but once we leave Xizhao, there will definitely be a major battle.

Chen Futu's body and cultivation had fully recovered, so he decided to go to the ranch in person to discuss the matter of sending troops with Zhao Xier.

It is worth mentioning that Consort Ge followed her as a bodyguard.

She was taciturn and made no requests.

She was quite clever; she knew her situation and understood that talking about revenge with Chen Futu now would be humiliating, unless she could gain a certain place in Chen Futu's heart.

The pastures in Xizhao are located in a relatively remote area, between two mountains.

The land here is fertile, and as far as the eye can see, there are plump warhorses running back and forth, and even cattle and sheep in the far distance.

Chen Futu met Zhao Xier at a campsite.

She has become even more charming as a woman, and her allure has diminished considerably, replaced by a more mature and sophisticated allure.

Zhao Xier ignored everyone and kept her head down, looking at the account book.

Chen Futu stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, may I experience it for you?"

"If you want to ride a horse, you can go by yourself."

"As the host, this is not how you treat a guest."

"Heh, is the Crown Prince my guest? You're not, you're just a filthy scoundrel," Zhao Xi'er sneered.

Chen Futu awkwardly touched his nose and didn't respond to the conversation.

Zhao Xi'er closed the account book. "Fine, I won't hold it against you. Let's go, I'll show you what my Western Zhao's warhorses are like."

The two left the tent.

Dian Wei, Consort Ge, and the commander of the imperial guards quickly followed.

Chen Futu and Zhao Xier said in unison, "Both of you step back."

The three were stunned and had no choice but to stop.

Chen Futu muttered to himself, "Does the King want to be alone with me?"

"Why flatter yourself, Your Highness? I simply want to find a private opportunity to kill you!"

Zhao Xier glared at her and threatened.

Chen Futu shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

This woman's only remaining strength is her mouth; she's probably just had her fill of a man's pleasure and is still thinking about it.

The two men each chose a warhorse.

Zhao Xier said disdainfully, "It is said that the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei is invincible in every battle and is known as a military genius even more outstanding than the Prince of Zhenbei. Does he dare to have a match with me?"

"Therefore, I dare not ask for what I wish to ask."

"Then let's begin!"

Zhao Xier raised her whip and galloped away, with Chen Futu not to be outdone, following closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared at the edge of the ranch.

Dian Wei scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Why didn't my lord take me with him?"

"They probably think you're in their way."

The commander of the personal guards scoffed, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Although he was a subordinate, the king was exceptionally handsome and charming, and all of them secretly admired him, only to have him taken by a shameless scoundrel.

Who could be happy in that situation?

He now only hopes that the king will not be taken advantage of by some ulterior motive!