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A moment later, several hurried footsteps were heard.

Zhu Moye looked up and saw that the gate guard was leading two Japanese men wearing loose robes, wooden clogs and with mustaches on their mouths.

If it’s not Hosokawa Ono and Hosokawa Masato, who else could it be?

Hosokawa Ono's eyes darted around the courtyard. Seeing Zhu Moye, dressed in a dragon robe, in the pavilion, he bowed from a distance and congratulated him with a smile, "It's been such a short time since we last met. I never thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has become the Emperor of your country. Ono has nothing else to offer, so I can only give you this piece of ancient jade."

Hosokawa Ono was quite knowledgeable about the culture and customs of the Celestial Empire. The imperial family loved these antiques that sounded very impressive but were actually completely useless.

This piece of ancient jade from the Qin Dynasty was originally intended to be given to Emperor Chenghua to please him.

Now that Emperor Chenghua is dead and the crown prince has become emperor, the target has naturally shifted to him.

Zhu Moye looked at the piece of thousand-year-old jade in the brocade box from afar. The jade had a warm and emerald green color, and his expression did not change. He just treated it as a toy that could be exchanged for a lot of money.

He nodded immediately and pointed at the brocade box and said, "Shang Ming, help me put it away."

Upon hearing this, Shang Ming walked quickly forward, took the brocade box, closed it, and without saying thank you, turned around and walked back.

Hosokawa Ono's face froze. He had given the gift with good intentions, but not only did his master not welcome it, but even this servant seemed indifferent.

It really made him very angry.

However, this is the imperial palace. If there is any movement, you will be killed on the spot without any surprise.

What's more, he needed help from others, so he had to swallow his anger.

He immediately composed himself, put on a flattering smile, and said, "Your Majesty, do you still remember the agreement you made with Xiao Ye in Shijiazhuang that day?"

Zhu Moye did not answer his question. He took a sip of tea slowly and said calmly, "Why don't you kneel when you see me?"

Upon hearing this, Hosokawa Ono's smile froze on his face, and a surge of anger rose uncontrollably. He had already pretended to be the emperor's grandson, but this little boy was still unyielding. It was simply outrageous.

Then he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I remember that the Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette. Foreign envoys who come to the court do not need to kneel and kowtow."

"whispering sound!"

Zhu Moye sneered, looked at him like an idiot, and asked, "May I ask if your master is the King of Japan?"

Hosokawa Ono didn't understand and shook his head.

"That's right. Your master, Hosokawa Katsumoto, hasn't unified Japan yet. What kind of Japanese envoy are you?"

"Or has your master betrayed your emperor and is planning to establish himself as king?"

Hosokawa Ono was speechless and could only squeak and whine, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"This……"

Every word Zhu Moye said was heart-wrenching and hit the nail on the head.

He knew very well that the Daimyo of Japan was equivalent to the emperor, but he pretended not to know and directed his firepower directly towards the emperor.

You know, although the Emperor of Japan has no real power, according to legend he is a descendant of the sun goddess Amaterasu. Disrespecting him is disrespecting God.

This kind of belief that comes from the bones has lasted for countless years.

Among them, the name was changed countless times, but no one dared to call himself emperor.

If a daimyo committed treason and replaced the emperor, the saliva of the entire Japanese people would drown him in the slander.

Therefore, Zhu Moye's words must not be accepted. Otherwise, if the news is spread back to Japan, Daimyo Hosokawa will immediately lose the support of the people and the army. There is no need to fight this battle at all, as Yamana Mochitoyo will win without a fight.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Hosokawa Ono's forehead. The young emperor's words were still as sharp as those of those days.

I don't know where this head came from. Even a casual word he said could leave people speechless and unable to refute it.

"I pay my respects to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor!"

I absolutely cannot respond to that, so I can only do what Zhu Moye wants.

For the glory of the Japanese Empire, Hosokawa Ono threw his dignity behind his back without hesitation, knelt on the ground with a thud, and imitated others in shouting "Long live the country".

"Well, this is what an obedient child is."

When Zhu Moye saw him lowering his head and gritting his teeth, his evil humor came out again and he said in a teasing tone.

A blush appeared on Hosokawa Ono's face, but he didn't dare to refute. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Damn it, the Chinese are dead! They are so despicable and shameless that they take the money but don’t do the job!

He could only roar and rage in his heart, not daring to say a word. Instead, he said shamelessly, "Your Majesty, you are so majestic that when I see you, I can't help but bow down to you."

Hosokawa Masamoto, who had been suppressing his anger, could no longer bear the sight of Hosokawa Ono's despicable behavior and roared, "Baga! Ono-kun, you are destroying the dignity of my Japanese Empire!"

Immediately, he glared at Zhu Moye again and cursed, "You despicable and shameless Emperor of the Celestial Empire! We've already reached a deal, but now you're going back on your word!"

Zhu Moye picked at his fingernails, blew away a puff of ashes nonchalantly, and said sternly, "It's not your turn to act so presumptuously on my land. If you don't kneel, there's no point in even talking!"

Hosokawa Masamoto's eyes were bloodshot. In the past, he was the only one who bullied others by taking advantage of his power, but when he came to the Ming Dynasty, he was repeatedly defeated and bullied.

But he thought of his father, Daimyo Hosokawa, who was leading 170,000 warriors of the Hosokawa family in a desperate battle with Yamana Mochitoyo.

If he couldn't even ask for help, how could he have the dignity to live in this world?

"I...kneel!"

Hosokawa Masamoto gnashed his teeth until they bled, and with bloodshot eyes, he knelt on the ground, then roared sinisterly, "Can we talk about sending troops now?"

Zhu Moye scratched his ear with an amused look on his face. The more arrogant the person was, the more he wanted to mess with them.

This was also one of his evil tastes. With a grin on his face, he said jokingly, "You spoke rudely to me just now. Considering that you are a foreign friend and you have offended me, I will punish you by slapping yourself a hundred times."

"you!"

Masamoto Hosokawa's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white and crackled.

Thinking about it, even kneeling down, isn't it just a slap in the face? Hit it!

Snapped!

A clear, pleasant, ear-shattering sound resounded throughout the courtyard, followed by a series of slapping sounds.

The lingering sound never stops in our ears.

Chapter 82: Getting something for nothing!

Masamoto Hosokawa was quite tough when it came to enduring abuse. Every slap left a red palm print, as if it wasn't his own face that was hit.

But the scarred face had a distorted expression, stiff muscles, and was still twitching.

The sound of the continuous slaps made Zhu Moye secretly happy. He smiled and said to Hosokawa Ono, "Just stand up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hosokawa Ono thanked him and stood up neatly without even looking at Hosokawa Masamoto, for fear of displeasing Zhu Moye.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he hesitantly said the most humble words: "Your Majesty, I dare to ask... Is the deal we made that day still valid?"

"It counts, of course it counts. I am the emperor, my word is law. How could I break my promise?"

Zhu Moye looked very calm and composed, patted his chest and spoke repeatedly.

"On behalf of the millions of people in Japan, I express my gratitude to the Emperor!"

Hosokawa Ono was overjoyed and bowed quickly. After getting up, he couldn't wait to ask, "I wonder when the emperor will send troops to Japan to help my Hosokawa family quell the rebellion?"

At this point, Zhu Moye looked embarrassed, as if he was having trouble speaking. "As for sending troops... well, you know, I just announced to the world today that I will exempt taxes for ten years and open the national treasury to provide for the poor people."

Zhu Moye stood up, a look of dejection on his face, and sighed, "Alas, to be honest, our great Ming Dynasty can't afford to send an army to fight at this moment."

Damn it! After all this time, I still have to pay!

Hosokawa Ono was too tired to complain about Zhu Moye's greed. He felt like a deflated ball, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Immediately, as if he had made a major decision, he raised his head, a trace of determination flashed across his old face, and said, "Your Majesty, this battle concerns the safety of millions of people in Japan. We cannot afford to lose."

"You sent troops to help Japan survive this disaster. How can you worry about military pay?"

Hosokawa Ono gritted his teeth and said, "How about this? I promise the emperor on behalf of my master that if the Ming Dynasty sends troops to help the Hosokawa family attack and kill the Yamana family, and then retreats back to the Ming Dynasty, every Ming Dynasty soldier will receive a thousand taels of silver!"

Thousand taels of silver!

This was an astronomical figure in the Ming Dynasty, enough for an ordinary family to live a comfortable and stable life.

Damn, the Japanese were really rich during this period!

It is worthy of being the largest silver mining island in Southeast Asia, where silver is poured like water.

Zhu Moye grinned and was secretly shocked at the amount of silver hoarded by Japan.

"I hope the Emperor will immediately issue an order to dispatch a hundred thousand strong troops to Japan to pacify the Yamana clan!"

An army of 100,000 strong and powerful soldiers means they are prepared to spend 100 million taels of silver to win this battle.

Adding the 30 million taels of silver that Hosokawa Ono still owed Zhu Moye, the total expenditure would be 130 million taels, which would probably drain all the cash of the Hosokawa family.

It seems that the battle between Hosokawa and Yamana has indeed reached a point where it can no longer be delayed.

Zhu Moye's eyelids were slightly closed, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, a ray of light shot out from the slits between his eyes.

At that moment, he deliberately put on a smile of extreme satisfaction and said, "Okay, if the Hosokawa family pays 100 million taels of silver, I will agree to the reinforcement."

Upon hearing this, Hosokawa Ono's face lit up with ecstasy. He bowed repeatedly and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"But the number of people needs to be changed."

Upon hearing this, Hosokawa Ono's face suddenly froze, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt uneasy again.

When communicating with Zhu Moye, he always felt like he was in two different worlds, one second in heaven and the next in hell. This kind of bitterness was simply indescribable.

"This...what does the emperor think?"

Hosokawa Ono didn't dare to agree to any conditions anymore, and just asked tentatively.

Zhu Moye raised his head with a slight curl of his lips, and said arrogantly, "There's an old saying in the Celestial Art of War: 'It's not the quantity of soldiers that counts, but their quality.' I'm sure the Japanese, who inherited the culture of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, should also understand this."

Hosokawa Ono nodded and waited for his next words.

"If we mobilize a hundred thousand troops from the inland, it will take quite some time. Moreover, we are not familiar with the Japanese methods of warfare, and we need some time to train them. I'm sure you can't wait."

"If we withdraw troops from the coastal borders, the Ming coastline will be left empty, and it is very likely that barbarians will take advantage of the situation and invade. This is not what I want to see."

Hosokawa Ono analyzed Zhu Moye's words and nodded immediately.

Indeed, mobilizing 100,000 troops from the inland is the safest method, but the war in Japan is tense and they can no longer wait for such a long preparation time.

He actually wanted Zhu Moye to directly dispatch the border troops, but this little fox would definitely not do such a losing business.

For a moment, Hosokawa Ono was at a loss for ideas and asked doubtfully, "Then does the Emperor have any good ideas?"

Zhu Moye smiled calmly, as if he had a clear mind. He said calmly, "Don't panic. I will dispatch a thousand men from the two factories and one guard to support Japan."

"What!?"

Hosokawa Ono exclaimed in shock, wanting to exchange one thousand people for one hundred million taels of silver, are they crazy about money?

Zhu Moye had long anticipated this reaction from him, and he snorted lightly. An aura of domineering pressure that made people feel powerless instantly covered his whole body, and Xiao Ye immediately calmed down.

"Why are you panicking? I certainly won't take the Hosokawa family's money for nothing. The people in these two factories and one guard are all the top masters in the Ming Dynasty. One of them is enough to be a hundred men. They have countless methods of investigation, assassination, traps, poisoning, etc. They are more than enough to help you destroy the Yamana family."

Hosokawa Ono chewed over Zhu Moye's words carefully, and tried hard to review the information he knew about the two factories and one guard in his mind.

After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Indeed, if it were really a thousand men from the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, their effectiveness would be comparable to that of an army of over one hundred thousand.

Then he gave another bitter laugh and said, "Your Majesty, I have to say that you are the most calculating person Xiao Ye has ever seen in his life. You get huge rewards with the smallest cost. It's really amazing."

Zhu Moye smiled warmly, but he was sneering in his heart. If he knew what he wanted in return, would he be scared to death on the spot?

Chapter 83: Victory

"Alright, I need to make some arrangements. Within three days, a thousand men will accompany you to the Japanese invasion. You take this loser back to the Honglu Temple and wait for news from me."

Zhu Moye is a typical person who burns bridges after crossing them. He had just finished negotiating a deal, but he started to drive people away without even inviting them to eat.

Hosokawa Ono was not angry either. As long as he completed the task, he would be happy to do so even if he was asked to take Hosokawa Masamoto back to the Hongluo Temple, let alone walk back.

He immediately bent down deeply and said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. When Ono returns, I will definitely inform my master that Emperor Shangwu will always be a good friend of the Hosokawa family."

As he said this, he helped up Masamoto Hosokawa, who was already somewhat unconscious from the beating, and left.

Watching the two Japanese devils walk away, Zhu Moye smiled ambiguously: "Good friends? I guess we'll become a family, tsk tsk."

Shang Ming was silent for a long time, and when he saw that everyone had left, he moved to Zhu Moye's side and asked his doubts: