Murong Chui asked a few pleasant questions about the situation on the road, and was given a bowl of wine by Zongti.

Zongti was so excited that his hands trembled, and half the bowl spilled on his clothes.

Yang Anxuan secretly looked at Murong Chui, and saw that Murong Chui's beard and hair were as white as snow, his face was still red, he was energetic, and his eyes were as sharp as blades, and his gaze was cold.

At this time, someone on the side asked, "What goods have you brought? Report it."

The people in the caravan all looked at Zongti.

Zong Tiqiang smiled and said: "My servant brought four hundred bolts of silk, two hundred bolts of hemp, two hundred pieces of lacquerware, and fifty jars of wine..."

After Zongti finished speaking, the purchase price was quoted, "It's worth five hundred gold."

The purchase of these things cost about two hundred gold. Including management, customs duties, hiring and other expenses, the cost is at least four hundred gold. If it can be exchanged for a thousand gold when trafficked to the country of Dai, although the quoted price of five hundred gold is not a loss,

But I don't earn much.

In the military camp, life and death are unpredictable, so no one dares to say anything, so Zongti could only nod in agreement.

Murong Chui smiled and said: "Don't be too thin, give me an extra hundred gold."

Zongti fell to the ground and said, "Thank you so much, Your Majesty, for the reward."

In this way, the cargo owners came forward one by one to report their goods, and all the goods were bought, with only 10% to 20% profit.

It was Yang Anxuan's turn, and Yang Anxuan secretly rejoiced that Hu Fan was careful and told him the quantity of the goods in advance.

He opened his mouth and said, "My goods include three hundred pieces of large and small porcelain, two hundred pieces each of yellow silk, red silk, and white silk, a thousand catties of tea leaves, a hundred catties of stone honey (rock sugar), and fifty thousand pieces of cloud festival paper."

Murong Chui glanced at Yang Anxuan and said, "Han?"

Yang Anxuan bowed and responded: "Yes, Zhao Cheng is from Jiangling, Jingzhou."

"Yun Jie Zhi? Why haven't I (1) heard of it?"

"It is bamboo paper recently made by the Yin family in Xinye County. This paper is light yellow in color, has uniform texture, is fine and flexible, and is stronger than other papers."

Looking at Yang Anxuan who was talking and laughing calmly, Murong Chui narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I am very interested in your goods, so I asked someone to bring them to me for a look."

Yang Anxuan's heart tightened, knowing that Murong Chui was suspicious, and then he heard Murong Chui say: "Come here and give me some wine."

After Yang Anxuan drank the wine, Murong Chui asked: "I heard that a new plow was planted in Xinye County, do you know about it?"

"I know, it's called Yang Jiali. I've seen it from a distance. This kind of plow can plow the land with only one cow." Yang Anxuan said.

Murong Chui stood up straight with his elbow on the case, looked at Yang Anxuan and said: "Only one cow, seriously?"

There was also a Jin businessman in the crowd, and he bravely reported back: "Your Majesty, it is true that only one cow is used. I heard that it is more effective than the two cows used to plow the land before."

"Oh", Murong Chui pushed the case forward, walked to stand in front of Yang Anxuan, and looked at it with interest.

Murong Chui was about the same height as Yang Anxuan, and having been in a high position for a long time naturally carried an overwhelming evil aura. Yang Anxuan deliberately took a step back, lowered his head slightly, and did not look into Murong Chui's eyes.

"Hahahaha", Murong Chui's laughter rang in my ears, "If any of you can bring me Yang Jiali from Jin, I will exchange it for fifty times the weight of gold."

Many people have greed in their eyes.

The Jin businessman knew something about the inside story and said: "Your Majesty, this is a difficult matter. The Yang Jiali government is very strict about it. Every time plows are used for plowing, there is a dedicated person who distributes them. After they are used, they are put into the warehouse. The warehouse is guarded and cannot be approached casually.

"

Murong Chui nodded and said disapprovingly: "In the "Military Prophecy", it is said that 'under heavy rewards, there will be brave men.' As long as you can transport the Yang family plow, I will never break my promise and buy the plow with ten thousand gold."

Yang Anxuan was secretly alert. Murong Chui's importance to Yang Jiali reminded him that when he returned to Xinye, he should remind his father to strengthen the control of Yang Jiali and the plow-making craftsmen, otherwise the northern countries would use this plow to strengthen their national power and cause disaster to the Jin Dynasty.

Although it also benefits ordinary people, the two countries are at odds with each other, and the people of the other country are also enemies.

Someone brought the four carts of goods brought by Yang Anxuan into the tent. The silk shone under the lights, and the porcelain was like jade. Someone came forward to play with it. The tea cakes were chopped up on the spot and put into the water cauldron to boil. The tent was quickly filled with

The fragrance of tea is diffused.

Murong Chui picked up a piece of Yunjie paper with great interest, touched it with his hand, shook it again, looked at it under the oil lamp, and said with a smile: "It's really good, much better than the paper I used before. But why is it called

Yun Jie Zhi, this name is a bit weird."

Yang Anxuan reported: "Your Majesty, this paper is made of bamboo. I heard that the reason why it is called Yunjie paper is because someone made a couplet for this paper, 'There were knots before they were unearthed, and I still have an open mind when I reach the clouds.'"

The upper and lower couplets each take one word and call it "Yun Jie."

Murong Chui mocked sarcastically: "Jin people are 'elegant', so we have to come up with some elegant words when making paper. Since paper is made of bamboo, we can call it bamboo paper in the Yan Kingdom from now on."

Returning to the table, the attendant served tea. Murong Chui took a sip and said, "It has a refreshing fragrance and relieves greasiness. It's a good tea."

Putting down the tea bowl, Murong Chui said to Yang Anxuan: "The things you brought are all of the highest quality. I will give you a thousand gold coins."

Yang Anxuan put on a sad face and replied: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the generous gift."

Murong Chui laughed loudly, returned to the table and sat down, saying: "Businessmen are looking for profits, and the gift of gold is a bit small. I didn't bring much money with me on this western expedition. If you can wait, I can double it after the eldest son city is destroyed."

I’ll give you the price for the goods.”

The merchants became excited and whispered among themselves. Zongti first expressed his position: "Your Majesty, I am willing to wait for the eldest son's city to be broken."

Murong Chui's prestige and credibility were good, and more than half of the merchants were willing to wait for the city to be broken. The merchants who did not want to stay took their money and left the camp overnight, while Yang Anxuan, Zong Ti and others returned to their tents in the southwest corner.

For two days in a row, Yang Anxuan and others stayed in the tent, occasionally going to the open space outside the tent to get some air. There were soldiers guarding the outside of the tent and they were not allowed to move around at will.

From Si Shi to Shen Shi, the sound of trumpets was continuous. In the camp, there was no sound of fighting fighting against the city. Only a few words were heard from the mouths of the soldiers delivering food. A fierce battle was going on in the front, and Changzi City was heavily defended.

Unable to see the true strength of the Yan army, he could only glean a glimpse of it from the movements of passing soldiers. Zhao Tian told Yang Anxuan that the overall quality of the Yan army was much better than that of An Xuan's army.

On August 5, Shen Zheng, Yang Anxuan, and Hu Fan were talking in the tent. Suddenly they heard thunderous cheers erupting outside. They hurried out of the tent and saw Yan soldiers cheering loudly and waving flags.

Zongti, who was in the tent next to him, also came out, listened carefully to Yan Jun's cry, and said with a happy face: "The city of Changzi has been destroyed."

Hu Fan couldn't believe it and said: "How is it possible? The Changzi City is strong and solid. There are 50,000 or 60,000 elites in the city. How come it was destroyed in just two months?"

Yang Anxuan whispered: "I'm afraid it will cause trouble to Xiao Qiang."

Historically, Changzi City was breached by the Xiyan Taiwei Murong Yitugui's subordinate general Fa Qin who rebelled against the enemy and opened the city gates. It seems that he has experienced this history personally.

Hu Fan sighed, looked in the direction of Changzi City, and said solemnly: "Murong Yong's Yan Kingdom is over."

…………

Two days later, Yang Anxuan and others were summoned by Murong Chui again. The summoning place was not the royal tent, but Murong Yong's palace.

Entering Changzi City from the east gate, the streets are full of rubble, with dried blood remaining on the ground. You can also see sporadic arrows lying on the ground and swaying on the walls.

The soldiers of Later Yan escorted the crying crowd out of the city to gather together. Judging from their gorgeous clothes, they must be the family members of officials from Xi Yan.

The king's flag changed at the top of the city, and the Xiyan Kingdom fell just ten years after its founding. The change of dynasty was a nightmare for ordinary people.

Amid the sounds of crying and howling, Yang Anxuan stepped into the Xiyan Palace.

Murong Chui was sitting on the throne on the high steps, with dragons and tigers perched on top of each other, looking at him in awe.

The entire palace was decorated with splendor and splendor, and the floor was covered with a bright red carpet, no matter how much blood was spilled on it.

Yang Anxuan knelt on the ground along with everyone.

Murong Chui's coercive voice echoed in the hall, "I'll go back to what I said before. Now that the eldest son's city has been destroyed, I will pay you several times the payment."

Everyone thanked them and someone led them out of the palace.

Yang Anxuan turned around with everyone and heard Murong Chui calling: "Zhao Cheng, wait a minute."

Slowly turning around, Yang Anxuan faced Murong Chui, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Murong Chui's gaze fell like an arrow on Yang Anxuan's face. Yang Anxuan lowered his head and smiled respectfully, not daring to look at Murong Chui.

The hall fell silent, and Yang Anxuan heard his heart pounding wildly. Murong Chui's life and death depended on Murong Chui's thoughts. He would be lying if he said he was not afraid, and his legs were trembling a little.

The silence of several breaths made Yang Anxuan sweat all over his body. Murong Chui said in a deep voice: "Zhao Cheng, I have something to ask of you. If you can do it, I will be very grateful."

"Please make it clear, Your Majesty."

"I think you are very kind. When you return to the Jin Kingdom, you will bring a gift to the Emperor of Jin for me." Murong Chui paused for a moment and continued: "As my envoy, you will express our friendship to the Emperor of Jin."

I hope that the two countries of Yan and Jin will secure their own territories and avoid disputes."

Yang Anxuan was shocked and confused. He asked himself to be an envoy to deliver gifts to the emperor. Why not send a special envoy? Was it to test his identity or for another purpose?

Seeing that Yang Anxuan remained silent, Murong Chui smiled slightly and said: "You don't need to worry too much. I asked you to be an envoy because you are a useful talent. If you are willing to serve me, I should not hesitate to reward you."

Yang Anxuan did not dare to say anything.

"The reason why I did not send a special envoy is because I learned that the puppet Murong Yong of Yan had asked the emperor of Jin for help, and the puppet prince was also preparing to flee south to Jin. I was worried that the emperor of Jin did not believe my sincerity, so I borrowed your words

Tell the Emperor of Jin what you see and hear, and perhaps the Emperor of Jin would be more willing to hear what his subjects tell you."

Yang Anxuan admired Murong Chui's courage, bowed and said: "This villain will definitely live up to the king's trust."

"Okay." Murong Chui said: "Send me your credentials and gift. This gift is my greatest sincerity. Come and bring me the crown."

An attendant came over with a five-beam Jinxian crown (2) on a lacquer plate. The crown was made of gold wire and inlaid with colorful gems, which was dazzling.

Yang Anxuan swallowed. The value of this crown is comparable to the golden silk winged crown of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty. It is a pity that it did not appear in later generations.

Murong Chui pointed at the golden crown and said, "This crown was kept in Murong Yong's treasury. It took skilled craftsmen three years to make it and then gave it to the Emperor of Jin."

Yang Anxuan pressed the lacquer plate and suffered from a long-lost occupational disease. His eyes were fascinated by the crown and he had no intention of discerning Murong Chui's intentions.

Someone put away the golden crown in a wooden box, and Murong Chui continued: "If you don't want to have an official career, I will give you a fortune. This time when you return to the Jin Kingdom, you can find a way to get Yang Jiali for me. I will buy it with ten thousand gold. I will never

Break your promise."

Yang Anxuan bowed in response, took his credentials, held a gold crown in his hand and followed the waiter out of the hall. Outside the hall, Yuti and others were happily loading gold into an oxcart.

After conquering Changzi City and seizing Xiyan's treasury, Murong Chui made a lot of money.

There were countless cars, sedans, clothes, palace ladies, and all kinds of rare treasures, including more than 100,000 taels of gold ingots, so Murong Chui paid the bill very generously.

Yang Anxuan received 5,000 taels of gold ingots. In addition to 3,000 taels of gold ingots, there was also 2,000 taels of gold ingots as expenses for the envoy. After reuniting with Hu Fan and others, the convoy immediately headed south.

As for the prince of Xiyan, Xiyan is dead, so how can he be taken care of?

Twenty miles away from Changzi City, Yang Anxuan showed Hu Fan his credentials and golden crown, and told him about Murong Chui's appointment as messenger.

Hu Fan took a breath and said in shock: "What does Lord Yan mean by giving the golden crown? It is the golden crown of a subjugated king, and it has too many connotations. An Xuan, this matter is not trivial. You must think more carefully and do not act rashly.

"

The words were well-intentioned, Yang Anxuan said with a smile: "It's no big deal. Lord Yan wants to sue for peace, and the emperor will definitely be happy to see it. I am too lazy to deliver a message for him. When I arrive in Luoyang, I will transfer the golden crown to the Henan prefect. I will give him the credit for the delivery, even if it is returned.

Money for goods.”

"An Xuan is good at business." Hu Fan also laughed.

After putting away the golden crown, Yang Anxuan said: "We are carrying a lot of money, and it may not be safe on the road. We need to buy more horses and go south quickly."
Chapter completed!