retaliate

Chapter 272
Zhao Sanfu touched his face, "Young Master?"

Wang Lao Er nodded, "Yeah!"

"I forgot, you were begging in Chang'an back then. By the way, you have such a level of cultivation, why didn't you deal with those evil boys?" Zhao Sanfu was a little curious.

Wang Laoer said: "Aniang said that unless they have weapons, don't do anything."

What kind of weird lady is this... Zhao Sanfu smiled and said, "What about fists?"

Wang Laoer picked up the bowl, which was the egg soup made by the old thief earlier, he first sniffed devoutly, "I don't care about their fists!"

Seeing Wang Lao Er drinking egg soup as intoxicated as he was drinking phoenix marrow, Zhao Sanfu suddenly realized that he was not on the same path as him.

This person...is actually so simple to be happy.

This thought disappeared in a flash, and Zhao Sanfu said: "The Southern Zhou Dynasty has found some evidence of intervening in the alien rebellion in southern Xinjiang."

"A living person?"

As soon as Yang Xuan opened his mouth, Zhao Sanfu praised: "Compared to when you first entered Chang'an, you are a completely different person."

Yang Xuan was in a daze for a moment, and the past flashed quickly in his mind.

At that time, according to Suzaku, he was a middle school boy.

"Dead, but we found correspondence."

"Letters are useless."

"That's right, as much as you want for that thing, the mirror stage can fake it for you, ensuring that it looks the same as the real thing."

"What do you mean by Chaozhong?" Yang Xuan felt that Nan Zhou did not have the courage and strength to turn against Datang.

Wang Lao Er finished eating, came over and squatted down.

Zhao Sanfu subconsciously moved to Yang Xuan's side, "The court thinks that this matter cannot be ignored, and is going to send envoys to negotiate."

"It's not cost-effective to dispatch an army." Yang Xuan also paid attention to the situation in southern Xinjiang.

"Yes."

Wang Lao Er lingered over again, Zhao Sanfu somehow, looking at those simple eyes, wanted to avoid them.

He moved over again, "Many people want to seek the post of envoy and want to be gilded."

In the eyes of Datang, the frail Southern Zhou Dynasty is a good place to brush traffic. If you go there, you will have an extra layer of halo and a layer of gold powder when you come back.

"It's probably people from the Ministry of Rites or Honglu Temple." These are two foreign affairs departments.

Zhao Sanfu shook his head, "All of them have been rejected, what His Majesty means, to go to a high-ranking official is to give Nan Zhou face. If so, we have to look for it below. Zitai, this is an opportunity."

Yang Xuan was startled, "My qualifications are not enough."

Envoys also have to have qualifications, for example, those who have worked in Honglu Temple or the Ministry of Rites are preferred, or those who have dealt with envoys from foreign vassals are preferred.

Zhao Sanfu said: "You have forgotten that you also have an advantage."

Yang Xuan couldn't help bowing his head.

Not homesick.

Zhao Sanfu let out a dry cough uncomfortably, and rolled up his cuffs. There was a small porcelain bottle inside, with a small word on the outside of the small porcelain bottle: Rejuvenation Pill.

"Be serious!"

"I've always been serious."

"Speaking of business, have you forgotten that you once supervised and guarded Nanyang Princess Nian Ziyue?"

what!
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Yes! I forgot about it. But this is just an advantage, and others have stronger advantages."

"That's right, but you can go to the imperial concubine for help."

Yang Xuan shook his head, "It's not easy to go."

"Why?" Zhao Sanfu frowned, "Could it be that you feel ashamed? Zitai, those who do great things can't make themselves a prison."

"No."

Yang Xuan felt that he was not that noble, but he couldn't say the reason... He was afraid that when he held up the banner of rebellion in the future, his friendship with the concubine's brothers and sisters would be found out.

Don't underestimate this, now the novelists in Chang'an have turned their attention to gossip about the nobleman, but they dare not use the nobleman's real name.If it comes to the time when the rebellion is successful, will there be stories that His Majesty and the false emperor and concubine have to tell?
What the hell!

Yang Xuan felt disgusted just thinking about being a fellow worker with Lao Pahui.

"If I bear the name of a concubine's own person, it seems that promotion is like drinking water, but Sanfu, nothing will be unilaterally good."

"You want to talk about the opponents of the imperial concubine's brother and sister?" Zhao Sanfu understood, "The imperial concubine's opponent is stronger, and the family is headed by four surnames. It depends on how you choose."

"I'm timid." Yang Xuan said sincerely.

"Hehe!" Zhao Sanfu smiled, "A coward dares to go to He's to kill him?"

Recalling what happened back then, Yang Xuan couldn't help feeling like a dream.

At that time, he was as stubborn as a tendon, daring to take risks for injustice, and felt that death for this was a worthy death.

Sophomore!
But why do I miss it?

Yang Xuan was in a daze for a moment.

"I can't help you with this matter." Zhao Sanfu just came to ventilate. Seeing Wang Laoer wandering beside him, he asked, "Second brother, since you don't like to hear it, why do you come here?"

Wang Laoer rested his chin with one hand, "I see why it's not cold when your butt is exposed."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Sanfu said coldly.

"You'll know when you stand up."

Zhao Sanfu stood up.

Backhand touch.

Hey!
The pants were pulled open a big seam!
Yang Xuan said with an innocent face: "It has nothing to do with me."

On the top of the wall, a buried iron thorn gleamed with some rusty light.

If you want to sleep well at night, you must plant some grass on the wall.

……

Liu Qing did not live in the place arranged by Yang Xuan, but obeyed the arrangement.

All the people living around are officials, and at the last time it must be Sima Biejia or something. You are ashamed to say hello to people when you go out as a county magistrate.

After reporting to the Ministry of Officials, Liu Qing waited for the day of the collective audience.

The so-called collective audience means that envoys from all over the world enter the palace together, and then the emperor will meet with everyone and give a few words of encouragement.

Next is the New Year's Grand Meeting, where everyone can still show their faces and have a banquet by the way.It's just that most of the banquets are cold, and the mutton looks fat, but it's wrapped in a layer of cold oil, and those who can eat it are warriors.

I haven't been back to Chang'an for a long time, things are different, Liu Qing met with a few old acquaintances from the past, drank a few glasses of water and wine, and talked about the difficulties in official life, or fame and fortune.

In a word, when everyone gets together, they basically talk about negative energy.

Liu Qing wasn't that high-minded, but it was uncomfortable to hear all kinds of complaints, so he just found an excuse and didn't go out.

Knock knock knock!
Liu Qing was reading a book, raised his eyes, "Who?"

"Liu Shijun, someone is looking for you."

Liu Qing got up and opened the door, there were two officials outside.

"Qin Jian, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites." The leading official nodded, "I have business to ask Liu Shijun."

"Please come in."

After entering the room, Qin Jian glanced at the books on the case table, and found that they were novels, she smiled, "This old man also likes to read novels."

This sentence shortened the distance between the two sides at once, which can be described as brilliant.

"The old man is going to get some tea."

Poor Uncle Liu who is rampant in Chenzhou, he even has to get tea by himself when he arrives in Chang'an... The attendants couldn't take their eyes off the moment they entered Chang'an, so Liu Qing simply gave them a holiday.

"No need, just leave in a short time."

Qin Jian is a straightforward person.

Both sides sat down.

"Chenzhou faced the three major ministries directly, and it has been peaceful for many years. Liu Shijun thinks it is more about negotiating or fighting?"

This question is straightforward: Old Liu, do you think that Chenzhou has been confronted with the three major ministries for many years and can still maintain a peaceful life. Is it better for you, Chenzhou, to play tricks or to force it.

What does this mean?Could it be that the court wants to attack the three major ministries... no, it wants to attack the two major ministries?

Liu Qing judged in an instant that it was not the case. If so, the court should have summoned him, and it would be more accurate to interview him directly.

So it is to use diplomatic means?

Liu Qing thought for a while, now that there is no Vache, and the two major ministries also lack checks and balances, if they can provoke in the middle, or fight while pulling, it will be stronger than sending troops directly.

Moreover, the emperor's uncle in Tanzhou was eyeing him. If he sent troops directly, it would inevitably lead to a big war.

"The old man thinks that cutting and crossing should be the top priority."

"Liu Shijun has a good opinion." Qin Jian said kindly: "We need to adapt to the situation and be neither humble nor overbearing. Is there anyone in Chenzhou?"

What does this mean, do you want to arrange an official?
Still in charge of logging.

However, there is no vacant seat for Chen Zhou's senior assistant, so newcomers have to make room.

Old Lu couldn't move.

The cub can't even move.

Joining the army is not compatible with this duty.

Do you want to change your husband?

Liu Qing slandered, and said: "The three ministries were aggressive at the beginning, and He Lianchun from Tanzhou was even more greedy. An official from Chenzhou negotiated with Vaxie first, and the methods were quite excellent, which caused internal disputes in Vaxie. Then He Lianchun from Tanzhou Lianchun negotiated, and the blackmailer returned in vain..."

Qin Jian smiled, "Who is this person?"

"Sima Yang Xuan."

……

Yang Sima squatted at the gate of the market, staring blankly at the loads of materials pulled out.

"Tired."

Yang Xuan swore that his cultivation would be useless at such a time, the kind of exhaustion from the heart made him just want to find a place to have a good sleep, even if he was in a daze.

Da da da!
The sound of horseshoes came lightly and stopped in front.

Someone dismounted and walked over slowly.

Yang Xuan looked up.

"Yang Sima!"

Wei Ling'er said happily: "I said that I looked familiar from a long distance away, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Hey! Mrs. Wei!"

Yang Xuan got up, feeling back pain.

"Is Yang Sima returning to Chang'an to report on his work?" Wei Linger held the rein with his right hand, and his figure was straight, but he was not strong after all.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan did not expect to meet Wei Ling'er here.

"Yang Sima is here, so of course I'm going to do something!" Wei Ling'er looked like I was very loyal, and by the way, she puffed up her chest, looking like a flower bone.

"I'm a little inconvenient today." Yang Xuan just wanted to find an excuse to escape.

"It's not convenient for me today." Wei Linger said.

"Her relatives are here, but her relatives have nothing to do with you!" Suzaku was a little puzzled.

"I'm going to look for Dongqing, post a post, and invite some people to come tomorrow." Wei Linger said very familiarly: "That's it, by the way, Yang Sima, are you still living in the old place?"

This girl actually found out my address?

Yang Xuangang wanted to decline politely, but Wei Linger had already got on his horse and turned around, "I will pick you up tomorrow."

You are an overlord who pushes hard!

Yang Xuan smiled wryly.

……

in the palace.

"Young Supervisor Han."

Han Shitou was outside the hall, and when he heard the sound, he turned around and saw a familiar servant walking quickly.

"What's the matter?"

"The DPRK and China have agreed on several candidates for the Southern Zhou Dynasty, please Your Majesty to make a decision."

The emperor is becoming more and more lazy in politics now. It is often the important ministers who discuss and send the results, and he will either agree or give his own decision with a check of the imperial pen.

The emperor did it extraordinarily free and easy.

Han Shitou took a look at the document, and then went in to report.

"His Majesty!"

The hall was as warm as spring, and the emperor was taking a nap.

"What's the matter?" The emperor opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

The emperor and the imperial concubine didn't go to bed until midnight last night. At first they were discussing singing and dancing. Later, the imperial concubine performed a demonstration on the dragon couch, and the singing and dancing became a reality show.

After all, I am getting older, and the result of my second brace is that I have no energy during the day and my whole body is boring.

"Your Majesty, the court has given a few candidates for the mission."

"Who is suitable?" The emperor yawned.

"My servant saw that there were three of them. The first one was a doctor from the Ministry of Rites. He had been to the Northern Liao Dynasty before. He said that he was quite talented. He and the officials of the Northern Liao Dynasty made friends through poetry, and they got along very well."

But this time to go to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, not only literary talents, but also play by ear, promote the greatness of the Tang Dynasty, and deter the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

Han Shitou noticed that the emperor's finger flicked slightly.

This is carelessness.

"The second person is from the Ministry of Household Affairs. He is smart and calculating, shrewd..."

The emperor frowned.

"The third person, the local Sima, said that he was able to face off against other races in the grassland, fight, fight, and do everything."

"To make friends with poetry, we should go to Beiliao."

The emperor began to comment.

In Beiliao, Datang couldn't take advantage of it, and they went on missions on weekdays when they had nothing to do, and what they did was to promote friendship.In a word, it is best to be able to bear the burden of humiliation, and it is best to be pedantic.

"Yes."

"This trip is not to collect debts. The face of the creditor will only make the Southern Zhou monarchs feel that the Tang Dynasty is greedy, not majestic. For a little money, the Tang Dynasty lost face."

"Yes."

"The local Sima, who can confront alien races tit-for-tat, can be both soft and hard, and can fight...he is the only one."

"Yes!"

Han Shitou turned around and waved, and a servant gave him a pen.

The emperor picked up the pen and randomly ticked off the document.

Han Shitou went out with the paperwork.

The waiter waiting outside asked: "Young Supervisor Han, is it all right?"

Han Shitou nodded, "The third person, this matter is not in a hurry, even if you want to leave, you have to do it after the New Year's Court Meeting."

"Yes."

The servant took the document and glanced at it, "It turned out to be him?"

(End of this chapter)