Ushang, the envoy of Shaharul of the Timurid Empire, and Moro, the envoy of Sultan Harry, respectively stayed at the Huitong Pavilion.
Harry Sultan sent people to the Ming Dynasty so urgently because he had no choice but to do so. When the three people competed for the throne, he had the upper hand, and the emperor's grandson took the advantage. The fourth emperor's uncle Shaharu was the least powerful, but the emperor's grandson had the least power.
After Sun was killed by his general who instigated rebellion, Shaharul took the opportunity to rise up and win over many of the Emperor's old men in the name of revenge.
Harry Sultan needed the support of the Ming Dynasty, even if it was moral support, it would be enough to generate great political power. Prince Shaharu also had the same idea. In the east, the Fourth Emperor's Uncle Zhu Di successfully completed the Battle of Jingnan
, turned the impossible into possible, and became the only emperor in Chinese history who successfully rebelled as a vassal. In the West, the same scene is being repeated, and the emperor's uncle is also the fourth oldest.
The difference is that the Timur Empire does not have a long history of unification of the Chinese Empire. Therefore, as soon as Timur died, the royal family started civil war and the entire empire immediately fell apart. Even if Shaharul won the throne, he would not be able to compete with the Ming Dynasty.
The difference was long and short. Therefore, Shaharul wisely chose to surrender to the Ming Dynasty. As a result, the same country's missions belonging to two political forces came to the Ming Dynasty at the same time.
However, although Harry Sultan was slightly inferior to Shaharul in terms of the country's military, when it came to winning support from the Ming Dynasty, Harry Sultan had a secret trump card: Xia Xun!
Although Harry Sultan's envoy was delayed on the road and only arrived today, his secret envoy had already sneaked into the Central Plains and got in touch with Xia Xun. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that when they were about to enter the realm of Yingtian Mansion,
Suddenly a conflict occurred, and their interpreter was among the dead. All of this was at Xia Xun's behest.
The furnishings of the Huitong Pavilion are very luxurious, and the big bed with rosewood carvings and brocade quilts is very comfortable. However, Mr. Moro, the envoy of Harry Sultan, sat under the lamp, just drinking cups of tea and feeling sleepy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the window lattice, once, two, three, three times, there was a pause, and then three more times, Moro's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice: "The door is not closed, come in!"
After a moment, there was a "squeak" sound, and a thin, very smart-looking Hu man came in. He was wearing a blue suit, which was extremely difficult to detect if he escaped into the night.
"Sit down! What does Yang Xu have to say?"
The young man sat down on the chair opposite the table, took out a letter from his arms, and said: "This is from his people, asking you to act according to the plan. His people also said that the matter is confidential and can only be handled by
Sir, please read it alone."
The last few times that Moro and Xia Xun exchanged news, they were all through oral messages from the man in front of him. Today, the other party actually wrote a letter. Moro couldn't help but be moved. He quickly grabbed the letter, carefully inspected the lacquer seal, and then put the lamp on
Moving closer, he unfolded the letter under the lamp. As soon as he opened the letter, Moro was startled. The letter was completely blank, with nothing on it.
The young man said: "Oh, that man said that if you bake it on the fire for a while, the writing will appear."
After hearing this, Moro hurriedly took off the lampshade, unfolded the letter paper, and used the candlelight to bake it. As expected, handwriting appeared on the letter. Moro was amazed, but he had no time to explore the reason, so he hurriedly lowered his head to read the letter. After reading the letter,
Moro narrowed his eyes slightly, with an uncertain expression on his face.
The young man hurriedly asked: "Sir, what did Yang Xu's letter say?"
Moro had a strange look on his face. He shook his head slightly and lowered his head to read the letter again. This time he only read half of it. The letter suddenly fluttered and burst into flames. Moro was startled and quickly let go.
, the letter floated down to the table with flames, and burned into ashes in an instant. The young man stood up in shock, and was also amazed by this magical scene.
Moro stood up slowly, pacing slowly in the room with a sullen expression, the two curly mustaches on his lips trembling with his steps.
After pacing for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, Moro waved and said: "Heiqi, come here!"
Heiqi hurriedly came to his side and said respectfully: "My lord, please give me your instructions!"
Moro hugged his shoulders and whispered: "Heiqi, in a moment, you go..."
Heiqi was listening carefully when he suddenly felt a huge pain in his ribs. He turned around and saw Master Moro holding a sharp scimitar as long as a foot in his hand. The scimitar was like a crescent moon, with drops of bright red blood on the blade.
As blood flowed up and down, Heiqi's ribs were already filled with blood.
"Sir, you...what are you doing?"
Heiqi covered his ribs, blood was gushing out like a fountain. Wherever he could hold it back, he felt that his physical strength and life were rapidly passing away.
Moro smiled coldly, jumped forward, stabbed him hard with the knife, and stabbed him right into the hilt!
Heiqi looked surprised, angry, and puzzled, but he could no longer wait for the answer. As soon as Moro let go, he slowly fell down.
Moro stood quietly for a while, picked up the unfinished cup of tea, drank it slowly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Here comes someone!"
Two warriors rushed in outside the door. Seeing the situation in the room, they were slightly startled, but said nothing.
Moro ordered: "Clean the room, change his clothes, and throw them at the entrance of Wushang's courtyard!"
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It was a deep night, and the lights were still on in the backyard of Prince Han's Mansion.
Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han, was pacing back and forth in his room angrily. The scene during the day was really hurtful to him. Thinking about it now, his face is still hot. It’s so embarrassing! Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, such embarrassing things have happened
Has it ever happened? Has there been such an embarrassing thing since ancient times? This was supposed to be a perfect opportunity for me to make a public appearance in the temple, but now I have become the laughing stock of others!
Chen Ying sat under the lamp, looking like an old monk in trance, his body motionless and his eyes motionless. Only the occasional hand stroking his beard brought him a trace of vitality.
"Master Chen, what you said about this matter is that the Ministry of Rites and the Crown Prince are working together to deliberately humiliate me?"
Chen Ying shook her head gently: "No! Your Highness need not be suspicious. Although His Highness was humiliated by this matter, it was the Ministry of Rites who failed to handle the matter. Lu Zhen is a good flatterer and loves power. He will definitely not smear his own performance evaluation.
The stain is that when Xie Jin was the chief minister of the cabinet, he once ridiculed Lu Zhen for being an uneducated official and not knowing the general situation. Although Xie Jin had a bad mouth, he was still accurate in judging people's merits. This Lu Zhen did not think well and did nothing.
It is not surprising that such confusion occurs. Moreover, I have learned that in the Mongolian Pavilion of the Seyi Pavilion, there are indeed only two interpreters who know the Mongolian and Jurchen languages. Going west to the languages of the countries in the Western Regions, they
Not very clear."
Zhu Gaoxu took a deep breath, sat down angrily and said: "He is ignorant and has no skills, but he has lost my face. In just half a day, I have become the laughing stock of the nine cities!"
Chen Yingdao: "His Royal Highness bravely wins the three armies, which is something that the prince cannot match in any way. This matter has indeed become a joke, but even if the prince comes forward, the ending will be the same. Is it possible that the prince is proficient in the language of Timur's empire? Countryside people, But if you get something, you will be complacent and ridiculed. Your Highness does not need to take it to heart. Both civil and military officials in the court are sensible. Even if you find it funny, you will not look down on Your Highness because of it."
Chen Ying smiled and said: "The Ministry of Rites has stepped up its efforts and is looking for people who are proficient in the language of the Western Regions. We have asked their envoys to stay in the Huitong Pavilion for now. When the Ministry of Rites finds someone who is proficient in their language, His Highness will receive them." "
Zhu Gaoxu nodded angrily and sighed: "This is the only way!"
Chen Ying stood up, cupped her hands and said, "In that case, please have your Highness take a rest early. I will take my leave!"
Zhu Gaoxu stood up in a hurry and said: "It's too late, sir, don't go back to your house. Someone, please clean up the guest room and wait for Master Chen to rest."
Chen Ying hurriedly said: "No, no, no, your highness, the palace, how can I do this, veteran..."
Zhu Gaoxu said: "Hey, why do you care about such a small thing? My father is not in the capital, and there is no need to go to court early, so just rest here."
Chen Ying thanked her repeatedly and was led by the palace chamberlain to the guest room in the west wing. Chen Ying undressed and took off her belt, wearing only a white coat. After washing her face, she took off her stockings, burned her feet with hot water, and asked the chamberlain to wipe them. After drying up, he lay down on the bed, pulled a quilt across his waist and fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but in my sleep I heard someone shouting: "Mr. Chen, get up! Mister Chen, get up!"
Chen Ying suddenly woke up after hearing a few sounds. She opened her eyes and heard the anxious voice as if it was right next to her ears. She couldn't help but sit up in shock and asked in a loud voice: "Who is it? What's the matter?"
Someone outside the door shouted: "Master, hurry up and get dressed. Your Highness has something urgent to say to you!"
Chen Ying hurriedly lit the lamp, put on her socks, put on her boots, put on her clothes and hat, and tied her waist with a leather belt. After finally getting dressed up, she asked a little waiter carrying a lantern to lead her, and she ran forward stumblingly.
When they arrived at the front living room, they saw the King of Han in disheveled clothes, without a hat on his head, and with loose buns, wandering around in the hall. Chen Ying hurriedly went up to him and asked, "Your Highness, what's going on?"
Zhu Gaoxu was waiting for him. When he saw him coming, without saying a word, he opened his big hands, like a pair of iron pliers, and grabbed his wrist with a bang, and said urgently: "Go! Go! Timur." The two groups of birds from the country started fighting again in the hall!"
At dawn, Zhu Gaoxu, with red eyes and black hair, stood in the courtyard of the Huitong Hall, staring at the burning hall in front of him. Lu Zhen, the Minister of Rites, and Meng Fusheng, the minister, were on the left and right, with a look on their faces. There was a streak of black ash, and there were a few holes in the official uniform. They looked like the two little ghosts on the left and right of the King of Hell.
Lu Zhen said: "Only the front building of the house was burned. There were no casualties among the people in the post office. The Timur envoys were not counted as injured. Nineteen people died. Eight people were killed in the left courtyard and eleven people were killed in the right courtyard."
Meng Fusheng said: "Both sides are under control, but they can't understand each other, so we haven't figured out why there is another dispute."
Zhu Gaoxu was so angry that he was shaking all over and shouted loudly: "Control! Control the hell! Catch them all, take them all..."
Before he could finish his words, someone suddenly said in his ear: "Your Highness!"
Zhu Gaoxu turned his head and without seeing clearly which official it was, he said viciously: "If you fart, let it go!"
Yang Shiqi said expressionlessly: "The prince has invited the King of Han!"
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