Zhao Sanfu touched his face and said, "Evil young man?"
Wang Laoer nodded, "Yeah!"
"I forgot that you were begging in Chang'an back then. By the way, with your level of cultivation, why didn't you deal with those bad guys?" Zhao Sanfu was a little curious.
Wang Laoer said: "Aniang said not to take action unless they have weapons."
What kind of weird mother-in-law is this... Zhao Sanfu said with a smile: "What about fists and feet?"
Wang Laoer picked up the bowl, which contained the egg soup made by the old thief earlier. He sniffed it religiously, "I don't care about their fists and kicks!"
Seeing Wang Laoer drinking egg soup as intoxicated as drinking phoenix marrow, Zhao Sanfu suddenly realized that he was not on the same page as him.
This man... is actually so happy.
This thought passed in a flash, and Zhao Sanfu said: "We found some evidence that the Southern Zhou Dynasty intervened in the rebellion of the foreign races in southern Xinjiang."
"A living person?"
As soon as Yang Xuan opened his mouth, Zhao Sanfu praised: "Compared with when you first entered Chang'an, you are a completely different person..."
Yang Xuan was in a daze for a moment, the past flashing through his mind quickly.
At that time, according to Suzaku, he was just a middle-aged boy.
"Dead man, but the correspondence was found."
"Letter is useless."
"That's right, the mirror can forge as much of that thing as you want, ensuring that it looks the same as the real thing."
"What does Chaozhong mean?" Yang Xuan felt that Southern Zhou did not have the courage and strength to fall out with the Tang Dynasty.
After Wang Laoer finished eating, he came over and squatted down.
Zhao Sanfu subconsciously moved to Yang Xuan's side, "The imperial court believes that this matter must not be ignored, and is preparing to send an envoy to negotiate."
"It's not cost-effective to send out a large army." Yang Xuan also paid attention to the situation in southern Xinjiang.
"That's right."
Wang Laoer came over again, and Zhao Sanfu somehow wanted to avoid it when he looked at those innocent eyes.
He moved closer and said, "Many people want to seek the position of envoy and want to be gilded."
In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty, the weak Southern Zhou Dynasty was a good place to increase traffic. Once you go there, you will have an extra layer of halo and an extra layer of gold dust when you come back.
"Mostly people from the Ministry of Rites or Honglu Temple should go." These are two foreign affairs departments.
Zhao Sanfu shook his head, "They were all rejected. Your Majesty's idea is to give Nanzhou a high-ranking official position. In this case, you have to look for it below. Zitai, this is an opportunity."
Yang Xuan was startled, "I don't have enough qualifications."
Envoys must also have qualifications. For example, those who have worked in Honglu Temple or the Ministry of Rites will be given priority, or those who have dealt with envoys from foreign vassals will be given priority.
Zhao Sanfu said: "You have forgotten that you also have strengths."
Yang Xuan couldn't help but lower his head.
It's not that I miss my hometown.
Zhao Sanfu coughed uncomfortably and closed his sleeves. There was a small porcelain bottle inside. On the outside of the small porcelain bottle were small words: Rejuvenation Pill.
"Be more serious!"
"I've always been serious."
"Let's get down to business, have you forgotten that you supervised the protection of Princess Nian Ziyue of Nanyang?"
Hey!
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Yes! I forgot about it. But this is just an advantage. Others have stronger advantages."
"That's right, but you can ask 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 embarrassed? Zitai, those who do great things cannot make a prison for themselves."
"No."
Yang Xuan felt that he was not that noble, but he couldn't say why...he was afraid that when he raised the banner of rebellion in the future, his friendship with the imperial concubine's brother and sister would be revealed.
Don't underestimate this. Now the families in Chang'an have turned their attention to the gossip of the nobles, but they don't dare to use the nobles' real names. If the rebellion is successful, will the stories that His Majesty and the fake emperor's concubine have to tell come out?
Damn it!
Yang Xuan felt disgusted just thinking about being a fellow-traveler with Lao Bahui.
"If I use the title of a noble concubine and one of my own, it may seem like promotion is like drinking water, but with three blessings, nothing will be good one-sidedly."
"You want to talk about the rivals of the imperial concubine's brother and sister?" Zhao Sanfu understood. "The imperial concubine's enemies are more powerful, headed by four surnames in the family. It depends on how you choose."
"I'm timid." Yang Xuan said sincerely.
"Haha!" Zhao Sanfu smiled, "A timid person dares to go to He's to intercept and kill you?"
Recalling what happened back then, Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel like it was a dream.
At that time, he was as stubborn as a stick, and he dared to take risks for the sake of injustice, and felt that he deserved to die for this.
Second grade!
But why do I miss it?
Yang Xuan looked dazed for a moment.
"I can't help with this matter." Zhao Sanfu just came to ventilate. When he saw Wang Laoer wandering around, he asked: "Second brother, if you don't like to hear it, why do you come here?"
Wang Laoer held his chin with one hand, "I see why your butt isn't cold when it's exposed."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Sanfu said with a cold face.
"You'll know when you stand up."
Zhao Sanfu stood up.
A backhand touch.
grass!
There is a big gap in the pants!
Yang Xuan said innocently: "It has nothing to do with me."
On the top of the wall, an iron thorn embedded in it was shining with a 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.
The people living around are officials, most of whom are Sima Biejia and so on. You, the county magistrate, are embarrassed to say hello to people when you go out.
After reporting to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Liu Qing waited for the day of collective audience.
The so-called collective audience means that envoys from all over the country enter the palace collectively, and then the emperor will meet with everyone and give them a few words of encouragement.
Then comes the New Year's Eve party, where everyone can still show up and have a banquet. But the banquet is mostly cold, and the mutton looks plump, but it is covered with a layer of cold oil, so all that can be eaten is
warrior.
It had been a long time since he had returned to Chang'an, and things and people had changed. Liu Qing met up with a few old acquaintances from those years, and over a few glasses of water and wine, they talked about either the difficulties of officialdom or fame and fortune.
In a word, when everyone gets together, they basically talk about negative energy.
Liu Qing was not that aloof, but he felt uncomfortable hearing all kinds of complaints, so he simply found an excuse not to go out.
Knock knock knock!
Liu Qing was reading a book and raised his eyes, "Who?"
"Liu Shijun, someone is looking for you."
Liu Qing stood up and opened the door. There were two officials outside.
"Qin Jian, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites." The leading official nodded, "I have official business to ask Mr. Liu."
"Please come in."
After entering the room, Qin Jian took a look at the book on the table and smiled, "I'm happy with it too."
This sentence immediately narrowed the distance between the two parties, which can be described as a clever move.
"I'm going to get some tea."
Poor Uncle Liu, who was running rampant in Chenzhou, had to get tea by himself when he arrived in Chang'an... The entourage couldn't take their eyes away as soon as they entered Chang'an, so Liu Qing simply gave them a holiday.
"No need, I'll leave shortly."
Qin Jian is a cheerful person.
Both sides sit down.
"Chenzhou was able to maintain peace for many years despite facing the three major armies. Does Liu Shijun think it is more about negotiation or war?"
The question was direct: Old Liu, do you think Chenzhou can still maintain a peaceful life despite having been at odds with the three major ministries for many years? Is it better for you, Chenzhou, to use tricks or to carry it out by force?
What does this mean? Are the DPRK and China going to attack three major ministries... no, two major ministries?
Liu Qing immediately judged that this was not the case. If so, the court should summon him and it would be more accurate to interview him directly.
So we need to use diplomacy?
Liu Qing thought for a moment, and now that there is no Vashe, the two major ministries have no checks and balances. If they can provoke a fight in the middle, or pull them together to fight, it will be better than sending troops directly.
Moreover, the emperor's uncle in Tanzhou is watching with eager eyes. If he directly sends troops, it will inevitably lead to a war.
"I think the priority is to cut ties with each other."
"Your Majesty, Liu Shijun." Qin Jian said warmly: "We need to be adaptable to changes in the situation, neither humble nor overbearing. Is there anyone in Chenzhou who can do it?"
What does this mean? Is it because you want to arrange an official?
Still responsible for cutting ties specifically.
But there is no vacancy for Chenzhou's sergeant, so when new people come, they have to make room.
Lao Lu couldn't move.
The little cub can't even move.
Joining the army is incompatible with this duty.
Should I change my husband?
Liu Qing slandered and said: "The three major ministries were aggressive at first, and He Lianchun of Tanzhou was even more greedy. Officials in Chenzhou negotiated with Waxie first, and their methods were quite good, causing internal disputes in Waxie. Then he and Tanzhou He
Lianchun negotiated with him to blackmail him but failed..."
Qin Jian smiled, "Who is this person?"
"Sima Yang Xuan."
…
Yang Sima squatted at the door of the market, blankly watching the carts of materials being pulled out.
"I'm so tired."
Yang Xuan swore that his cultivation was useless at this time. The exhaustion from his heart made him just want to find a place to take a nap, even if it was just in a daze.
Ta-ta-ta!
The sound of horse hooves came lightly and stopped in front.
Someone dismounted and walked over slowly.
Yang Xuan raised his head.
"Yang Sima!"
Wei Ling'er said happily: "I told you that you looked familiar from afar, but I didn't expect it was really you."
"Hey! Madam Wei!"
Yang Xuan stood up and felt sore in his back.
"Is Yang Sima returning to Chang'an to report on his duties?" Wei Ling'er held the horse's reins with her right hand, her figure upright, but not strong after all.
"Yes!" Yang Xuan didn't expect to meet Wei Ling'er here.
"Yang Sima is here, so of course I'm going to do something!" Wei Ling'er looked very loyal, holding her chest out and looking like a flower.
"I'm a little inconvenient today." Yang Xuan just wanted to find an excuse to run away.
"It's not convenient for me today," Wei Ling'er said.
"Her relatives are here, but her relatives have nothing to do with you!" Suzaku was a little confused.
"I'm going to look for Dongqing and leave a post to invite some people to come tomorrow." Wei Ling'er said very familiarly: "That's it. By the way, Yang Sima, you still live in the same place, right?"
This girl actually found my address?
Yang Xuangang wanted to decline politely, but Wei Ling'er had already mounted his horse and turned around, "I will pick you up tomorrow."
You are a bully and you force yourself to bow!
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly.
…
In the palace.
"Shaojian Han."
Han Shitou was outside the palace. When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw a familiar servant walking quickly.
"What's the matter?"
"The DPRK has agreed on several candidates for envoys to the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Please make your decision."
The emperor is now becoming more and more lazy in politics. He often consults with the important ministers and sends them the results. With a tick of his pen, he either agrees or gives his own decision.
The emperor behaved extremely freely and comfortably.
Han Shitou took the document and glanced at it, then went in to report.
"His Majesty!"
The palace was warm as spring, and the emperor was taking a nap.
"What's the matter?" The emperor opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.
Last night, the emperor and the imperial concubine went to bed at midnight. At first they were discussing singing and dancing, but then the imperial concubine concealed it on the dragon couch, and the singing and dancing turned into a reality show.
After all, I am getting older, and the result of scoring two goals is that I am not energetic during the day, and my whole body is lackluster.
"Your Majesty, the government has selected several candidates for envoys."
"Who is suitable?" The emperor yawned.
"My servant took a look and found three people. The first one is a doctor from the Ministry of Rites. He has been to Northern Liao before. He is said to be quite talented. He is very harmonious with the officials of Northern Liao and makes friends with poems."
But this time when I went to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, I not only needed to be talented in literature, but also needed to act according to the situation, promote the majesty of the Tang Dynasty and intimidate the Southern Zhou Dynasty.
Han Shitou noticed that the emperor's fingers flicked slightly.
This is a sign of carelessness.
"The second person is from the Ministry of Household Affairs, he is very calculating and shrewd..."
The emperor's brows furrowed.
"The third person, a local Sima, is said to be able to go toe-to-toe with the aliens on the grassland, fight against each other, fight, and do everything."
"To make friends with poetry, you should go to Northern Liao."
The emperor began to comment.
The Tang Dynasty could not take any advantage in the Northern Liao Dynasty. On weekdays, when there was nothing to do as envoys, all they did was to enhance friendship. In a word, it was best to be able to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and it was even better to be pedantic.
"yes."
"This trip is not to collect debts. The creditor's face will only make the Southern Zhou monarchs feel that the Tang Dynasty is greedy instead of majestic. Just for a little money, they lost the face of the Tang Dynasty."
"yes."
"The local Sima can go toe-to-toe with foreigners. He can do both hard and soft, and even fight...he's the only one."
"yes!"
Han Shitou turned around and waved, and a chamberlain presented him with a pen.
The emperor picked up the pen and made a random mark on the document.
Han Shitou took the paperwork and went out.
The waiter waiting outside asked: "Young Master Han, is it ready?"
Han Shitou nodded, "Third person, this matter is not urgent. Even if we want to set off, it will have to be after the New Year's meeting."
"yes."
The chamberlain took the document and glanced at it, "It's actually him?"