After hearing Liu Xie's words, a warm current surged in his heart, but he was still a little worried and frowned and said, "Your Majesty, you need to make long-term plans for sending troops, and you should not act rashly. This involves many aspects, such as food and grass, the allocation of troops, the terrain of the Kushan Kingdom, and their deployment of troops, all of which need to be considered."
Liu Xie's face suddenly became gloomy. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with anger, and he said loudly: "If the assassin just came to me, I would not care. But he offended the Prime Minister, how could I swallow this tone! This matter will not be a pity!"
Xi Yu listened to Liu Xie's words and felt aroused in his heart. He looked at Liu Xie's excited expression and understood in his heart that it was Liu Xie who was deliberately trying to win over him.
He frowned slightly, looked at the ground with a deep look, and said slowly after a moment of silence: "Your Majesty, I need to consider this matter again. Even if I don't start a war, I can't just expose this matter so easily."
Liu Xie sighed helplessly and waved his hand and said, "Since the Prime Minister insists on this, I don't have to say anything more."
Xi Yu nodded slightly, turned to Qin Feng beside him and ordered: "Qin Feng, you are responsible for the aftermath."
Then, he respectfully bowed to Liu Xie and said, "Your Majesty, I should say goodbye."
Qin Feng took a step forward and suggested: "Prime Minister, why not put Song Guangshan in prison first."
Xi Yu had a deep look, and after thinking for a moment, nodded and responded: "Just do what you said."
Xi Yu turned around and wanted to leave. Liu Xie hurriedly tried to keep him, his face full of reluctance: "Prime Minister, please stay for a while."
However, Xi Yu had made up his mind and bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I still have many matters to deal with, so I will take my leave first."
After saying that, he left with great strides, leaving only Liu Xie standing there, looking at his departure back, with complex emotions intertwined in his eyes.
Afterwards, Qin Feng respectfully gave Liu Xie a big gift and turned around and left.
Xi Yu ran all the way and finally returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
At this time, Xi Shi was walking slowly in the yard, his eyes a little wandering.
Suddenly, she saw Xi Yu's figure appearing in the mansion, and her face instantly shone with excitement.
She quickly met with concern in her eyes, and asked anxiously: "Husband, where are you going? It makes me worry about it."
Xi Yu looked at Xi Shi's worried look and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just that there are some things on His Majesty's side, I just finished dealing with them."
Xi Yu's eyes fell on Xi Shi, and suddenly he seemed to remember something. His brow frowned slightly and then stretched out.
He looked at Xi Shi with an apology smile on his face and said with a gentle look: "I suddenly remembered that I should have sleeped with you that day, but later I stayed with His Majesty. I will definitely compensate you, so why not start from now on."
As he said that, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, he opened his arms and hugged Xi Shi tightly in his arms.
Xi Shi was startled by this sudden action. Her eyes widened and her cheeks were instantly flushed.
Her heart was like a deer ramming, both ashamed and shocked.
While struggling, she gently beat Xi Yu's chest with her hands and whispered: "Oh, let me go quickly. This is so bad that people can see this in broad daylight."
Her eyes looked around in panic, for fear that others would see this shameful scene.
Xi Yu ignored it. He looked at Xi Shi, who was shy in his arms, his eyes were full of love and doting, and laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? This is in our Prime Minister's Mansion, no one dares to say anything."
After saying that, he walked towards the room with Xi Shi in his arms.
After Xi Yu hugged Xi Shi and walked into the room, he placed her on the soft bed.
He sat by the bed, his eyes never leaving Xi Shi's beautiful face.
Xi Shi turned his face slightly and tried to avoid Xi Yu's hot gaze.
But Xi Yu stretched out his hand and gently pulled her face back.
Tian Dakui, a farmer sent by Liu Bei, embarked on the long journey to Youzhou with a worn bag of patches and dusty straw sandals on his feet, with a confused and uneasy look on his face.
He was a honest and simple farmer who worked in the fields all his life and could not read a single word.
He was completely unsure of the important task of delivering letters this time, and kept muttering along the way: "Can I complete this arduous task? What if I can't deliver it?"
The scorching sun was like fire, and sweat soaked his coarse cloth clothes, but he didn't dare to stop at all.
After going through hardships, I finally arrived at the Youzhou transit.
Tian Dakui was already panting and exhausted at this time, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept rolling down his dark cheeks.
He handed the letter to the soldiers in a panic, and said tremblingly and stammeringly: "June, there is a man named Liu Bei who asked me to deliver the letter, take a look."
When several soldiers heard the name "Liu Bei", the muscles on their faces instantly tense, and their eyes became sharp and alert.
One of the soldiers frowned, took a step forward, stared at Tian Dakui tightly, and asked seriously: "Which Liu Bei was you talking about? What kind of person is he?"
Tian Dakui was startled by the soldiers' reaction, but he still answered honestly: "He is selling straw sandals in our village. But that's fine, he takes good care of us poor people."
The soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and were all wondering.
Several soldiers gathered together and whispered, and one of them lowered his voice and said, "I think this should be the Liu Bei from Fangjun. I have heard people talk about him."
Another soldier nodded slightly and echoed: "That's right, it shouldn't be wrong."
They turned their heads and waved at Tian Dakui, saying, "Put down the letter."
Tian Dakui was a little confused, but he still let go.
The soldiers looked at Tian Dakui's back and their eyes fell on the letter again.
When they saw clearly that the letter read "Prime Minister's Day" was written, they became more convinced of their judgment.
A soldier frowned and said with a serious expression: "It seems that it is really that Liu Bei. He sent a letter to the Prime Minister, and the intention in it is not simple."
Another soldier touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Yes, is he trying to find a way out in this troubled world? Or is he having other plans?"
They were full of doubts, all of whom were secretly speculating on Liu Bei's purpose, and at the same time they were thinking about what kind of ups this letter would bring to the current situation.
After the soldiers looked at each other for a few times, one of the soldiers waved his hand to Tian Dakui and said, "You can go back, I believe we will be responsible for passing it."
When Tian Dakui heard this, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and the smile was full of simplicity. He scratched his head and thought to himself: "It's considered that he has finished this matter, just go back early."
He nodded repeatedly and kept saying, "Then I'll leave, thank you, Mr. Jun."
Tian Dakui turned around, hummed an unknown tune, and left with brisk steps.
His eyes were shiny and relaxed, as if he had accomplished an amazing event.
In his opinion, he just helped Liu Bei run away and can now go back to the village to continue his peaceful life.
The soldiers looked at Tian Dakui's back as they walked away, and were still thinking about Liu Bei in their hearts.
A fast horse galloped to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The soldier looked anxious and held a letter tightly in his hand.
When Xi Yu heard that it was Liu Bei's letter, a hint of surprise flashed through his originally calm eyes.
He hurriedly took the letter and opened it solemnly.
Xi Yu held the letter, frowned, and his eyes revealed deep concern.
He couldn't help but think: "It turns out that Liu Bei was in such a place, and this world was so unfair to him."
He looked at the letter repeatedly about Liu Bei's protection fee collection, his face became gloomy, and anger surged in his heart. He paced back and forth in the room, and said indignantly as he walked: "In this chaotic world, it is difficult to make a living by selling straw sandals, and those evil people even have to charge protection fee. It's so hateful!"
Xi Yu's eyes became sharp, and he seemed to see Liu Bei struggling in that predicament. He clenched his fists and made up his mind secretly: "I must not sit idly by such unfair things. Liu Bei, who can write letters to me, must have some ambitions and talent, and I need to help him."
He called the secret guard and ordered seriously: "Quickly find out the details of the person who collected the protection fee, and in addition, send someone to the place where Liu Bei is located to secretly protect him."
His subordinates took the order and left, while Xi Yu sat back in front of the case again. Looking at the letter, he had already begun to plan in his heart how to help Liu Bei get out of the predicament.
Xi Yu thought, Liu Bei, the past is really annoying.
However, he thought that Liu Bei had become an ordinary person, and his annoying emotions faded a little.
Liu Bei was half lying on a simple wooden chair. Although his injuries had healed a little, he still made him slow to move.
He frowned slightly and looked ahead with a distracted look.
His heart was full of uneasiness and murmured to himself: "I don't know if Tian Dakui can deliver the letter smoothly."
His fingers unconsciously hit the handrail, and various possible scenes kept popping up in his mind. "Even if the letter was delivered, Xi Yu had a deep prejudice against me. Would he be willing to care about me?"
He sighed softly, and a wry smile appeared on his face, "I can only place my hope on him in this field now, but this hope is really slim."
At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door, and Liu Bei's eyes lit up instantly. He struggled to get up, hoping that Tian Dakui would come back with good news.
The dilapidated door was gently pushed open, and several villagers entered one after another. Liu Bei's eyes that were originally expected suddenly dimmed a little, but he could barely squeeze out a smile.
The villagers gathered around and asked with concern: "Mr. Liu, your injuries are better?"
Liu Bei's eyes flushed in an instant, tears rolled in his eyes. He choked and said, "I am just a foreigner. I am wandering here and I can get the care of all the villagers. I, Liu Bei, really can't repay you."
As he said that, he was about to kneel down, and his knee was slightly bent.
Seeing this, several villagers hurriedly stepped forward to support him. One of the older villagers said, "Mr. Liu, don't do this. Everyone knows that you are a good person. You are injured now, so we should care about you."
Liu Bei wiped the tears with his sleeve and said gratefully: "I, Liu Bei, remember this friendship in my heart. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you with a spring of water."
His heart was full of emotion. He could feel so warmth in this foreign land, which made him temporarily forget the worries about whether Xi Yu would help.
Liu Bei was supported by the villagers and sat back on the chair. He looked at everyone gratefully and thanked him repeatedly.
After the villagers left, Liu Bei fell into deep thought again.
He leaned on the back of the chair, gently rubbed the armrest, and said to himself: "There is still warmth in this world, but my current dilemma would probably be difficult to resolve without Xi Yu's help."
He closed his eyes slightly, and his cold face kept popping up in his mind, "Although Xi Yu is disgusted with me before, I am now in a state of decline. He may think of it a little bit? Forget it, now I can only wait to see if Tian Dakui can bring back good news."
Just when Liu Bei was thinking a lot, there was finally a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door. Liu Bei suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the door nervously, and silently prayed in his heart that it was Tian Dakui who was back.
The door was pushed open, and it was indeed Tian Dakui. He was panting and his face was flushed.
Liu Bei asked hurriedly: "Dakui, has the letter been delivered?"
Tian Dakui gasped slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Liu, I believe I have delivered it smoothly."
A complicated look flashed in Liu Bei's eyes, but he still said gratefully: "Dakui, thank you for your hard work. It's really hard for you to run through the journey. Go home and rest quickly, and I'll make plans for the rest."
Tian Dakui waved his hand and said, "Mr. Liu, you are polite. I also hope that your matter can be resolved smoothly. Then I will go back first, take care of yourself."
After saying that, Tian Dakui turned around and left the house.
Liu Bei looked at Tian Dakui's departure back and sighed slightly.
Liu Bei paced back and forth in the house, frowning.
He knew very well that it would be difficult for a small person like Tian Dakui to see Xi Yu directly.
He sat at the table, supported his forehead with his hands, and thought to himself: "Xi Yuruo really read the letter. With his prejudice against me, he might throw the letter aside and ignore it at all. But if he still has a trace of compassion,..." Liu Bei shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.
He remembered his current situation again and whispered to himself: "I am now living under someone else's roof. If Xiyu is unwilling to help, how should I deal with myself? Do you really have to be bullied in this foreign land?" Liu Bei's face showed a painful look, and his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists.
On the other side, a depressing atmosphere filled the Song family's house. The servants whispered in the corridor, looking terrified and restless.
"It's been a day or two, why haven't the head of the family come back yet?" A servant frowned, his eyes full of worry, and he muttered in a low voice.
Another servant looked around and lowered his voice, "I think the head of the family must have been imprisoned. The assassin's affairs were so big that it must have nothing to do with the head of the family."
"Don't talk nonsense!" an old servant widened his eyes and scolded him, but his heart was as messy as he could, "But this matter...ah, it's not impossible."
In the inner hall of the Song family, Mrs. Song paced back and forth, her hands kept twisting her veil, and her face was pale.
She thought to herself: Master, what happened to you? Why did this assassin involve you? But there must be no mistakes.
She bit her lip, tears flashing in her eyes, and she asked anxiously at the butler beside her: "Butler, is there no news about the master yet?"
The housekeeper lowered his head and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He said in panic: "Madam, not yet. But it has been rumored outside. People in many places around him know about the involvement of the head of the family."
When Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes showed despair. She collapsed on the chair weakly and murmured: "What should I do..."
Mrs. Song was walking anxiously in the inner hall, her eyes were covered with bloodshot, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and anxiety.
She grabbed the butler's arm and said in a trembling voice: "Butler, you must find a way to inquire about the whereabouts of the master, go and go back quickly."
The butler looked solemn. He bowed slightly and replied firmly, "Madam, don't worry, I'll go out to inquire now." As he said that, he turned around and quickly left the Song family.
This hour seemed as long as a century for Mrs. Song.
She sat on the chair, holding her chest tightly with her hands. Master, you must not be in trouble. This family cannot be without you.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bitten deep tooth marks.
Finally, the housekeeper is back.
He was panting, and beads of sweat from his forehead rolled down his cheeks.
Mrs. Song stood up suddenly as if she had caught a life-saving straw, stared at the butler in a tight voice, and asked anxiously: "Butler, have you found out? Where is he?"
The housekeeper frowned and said with pain: "Madam, I've heard of it. Master... He's been locked in prison."
Mrs. Song's body shook suddenly, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.
How could this happen? How could the master be locked in jail?
She just felt dizzy, and her eyes turned dark and she almost fainted.
The maid next to her quickly supported her.
Mrs. Song leaned against the maid.
The housekeeper looked at the shaky Mrs. Song, with anxiety and worry on his face. He hurriedly said to the maid next to him: "Hurry, help the wife to rest, Madam is so angry."
The maid was also panicked. She hurriedly held Mrs. Song's arm, and said softly but anxiously: "Madam, don't worry too much, go and rest for a while."
Mrs. Song's eyes were lost and she murmured: "Master, Master..."
Her body was soft and allowed to be supported by the maid.
The housekeeper watched Mrs. Song being helped away by the maid, frowned and thought to himself that he had to go and invite the doctor.
While walking out quickly, he ordered the other servants: "You are so happy to take care of your wife, I will go and invite the doctor."
His expression was nervous and his steps were hurrying.
Chapter completed!