The first thousand one hundred and sixty-three chapters
"Tell me, which compound is the Ryukyu Mission in?"
Wei San's expression was not fierce, but with the surrounding men wearing armor and holding knives staring at him eagerly, even his gentle tone would have a sense of oppression.
What's more, Wei San's tone was not gentle.
It stands to reason that without the emperor's decree or the documents issued by Dali Temple, no matter who they are, they will be stopped if they want to enter the post house where many foreign envoys are staying.
However, thinking of the incident that spread a lot yesterday and the obviously unkind attitude of the group of people in front of him, the guard still chose to follow his heart.
As a native of Dali, he doesn't like these barbarians who don't obey the king's rule. If he didn't happen to be here on shift, who would be willing to guard the door for these barbarians?
In fact, in addition to protecting the safety of these foreign missions, these guards also shoulder the responsibility of supervision.
Therefore, between dereliction of duty and suffering, he decisively chose the former.
The fight for the next throne is in full swing, but this has nothing to do with him, an ordinary soldier.
For the guard, if he can take the opportunity to become the leader of King Yu or King Qi, then he will be successful in his life.
So, with a flattering smile, he bowed and pointed to the left.
"Your Highnesses, go this way and turn two corners to see the courtyard of the Ryukyu Mission."
It is best to guess the thoughts of little people, but Di Xin did not reveal it. He just nodded slightly and ordered: "Lead the way from the front."
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As the guard leading the way said, Di Xin, Zhao Xiangqi and others only turned two corners and saw the courtyard where the Ryukyu Mission was located.
This time, Di Xin and others recognized it without the guards pointing.
Although there is no sign, there is no doubt that the Ryukyu Mission is stationed in the only courtyard heavily surrounded by Beijing guards.
Seeing a group of people rushing over in a mighty manner, the Beijing Guards were obviously frightened.
At this time, people will come to the inn to find trouble. Basically, if you have some brains, you can guess it.
And the direction of this group of people is undoubtedly heading towards them.
So, before Di Xin and others came to the door, a man from the Beijing Guards came out of the crowd and stopped in front of them.
"We are in Lusong, the capital of the lower capital. May I ask if the person in front of you is His Highness Prince Yu?"
Although it is a question, it has a determined tone.
After all, he was a member of Qianhu, and he was polite, so it was hard for Di Xin to get angry directly.
He stopped Zhao Xiangqi who was about to try, nodded slightly and admitted his identity, and said calmly: "Since you have guessed this king, Lu Qianhu, please give way!"
"I have something to discuss with the Ryukyu envoy."
This aggressive group of people, wherever they appear to be talking about trouble, are here to cause trouble.
However, when facing the victim, it was still a prince. Even though it was difficult for Lu Song to do it, it was not easy to chase the person away directly.
"His Royal Highness Prince Yu, please don't embarrass yourself in your humble position."
He smiled bitterly and said: "There is an order from above. In order to prevent possible collusion in confessions before the case is investigated, no one can contact the people of the Ryukyu Mission at will. It is a humble duty, and I hope your highness will forgive you."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned by Di Xin's next words.
"Do you mean this includes me?"
Lu Song raised his head and saw Di Xin's playful expression.
He quickly lowered his head again and said in fear: "This... humble position is not what I mean!"
"It's okay if you don't mean it that way."
Di Xin stepped forward, and when passing by Lusong, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"I will not collude with others to kill myself."
"Don't worry, I know your difficulties. I'm here just to seek justice, and I won't make it difficult for you."
Although his tone was very calm, Lu Song felt a great pressure, as if he was facing an emperor who looked down upon the world.
Such a sense of oppression, he had only seen similar power in the old emperor before.
He didn't dare to stop him any more.
"Many...thank you, Your Highness!"
After subconsciously saying something, Lu Song wisely stepped aside.
And it was at this time that he realized that he was shaking a little.
Seeing that their superiors had all retreated, naturally no one from the Beijing Guards who surrounded the courtyard where the Ryukyu Mission was located came forward to stop them.
Soon, Di Xin stood in front of the courtyard where the Ryukyu Mission was located.
"Knock on the door."
Di Xin whispered two words, and Wei San immediately passed over King Qi who was about to make a move - or maybe he was moving his feet, and knocked on the door first.
The movement was so loud that it was three times stronger than the Imperial Guards yesterday.
Therefore, other envoys who had watched a good show yesterday heard the news and came out again to watch.
In the expeditionary army, although Di Xin was only strategizing at the rear, as the commander-in-chief, his portrait had already been circulated among the foreign races.
Naturally, these foreign missions all have portraits of Emperor Xin.
Therefore, when they appeared, they immediately recognized the calm and composed Fifth Prince Yu-oh standing at the door of the Ryukyu Mission.
Many people's breathing became rapid in an instant.
If it weren't for Prince Yu of Dali and the immortal army he led, they wouldn't have to travel thousands of miles to the capital of Dali to seek peace, and then be stranded for more than half a year because of the continual progress of negotiations.
If they can get rid of him, their problems can be easily solved.
However, these alien missions also know that they cannot do this kind of thing themselves.
Subconsciously, they looked towards where the other missions were.
If one clan is willing to sacrifice themselves at this moment, then all other forces can be safe and sound.
But it is obvious that there are no saints among these missions.
They all just hope that other missions will sacrifice their personal self to achieve the greater self, but they decide not to be the one who sacrifices.
But soon, everyone stopped worrying about this issue.
Not to mention the dozens of guards and the Beijing guards who surrounded the Ryukyu mission, they gave up their thoughts when they saw the indifferent old man standing behind King Yu.
Knowing King Yu, naturally he couldn't ignore the crippled old man who was protecting him personally.
Others' impressions of this Tiancan old man were still in the time when he was still the leader of the rebel army more than thirty years ago, and he used a plan to kill four ministers of the Dali royal family.
But the envoys who knew something about the pursuit of King Yu on his way back to the capital half a year ago knew what kind of ruthless man he was.
Carrying the attacks of four strong men of the same realm, Leng cut off the thigh of one of the great innate masters.
Except for the emperor's master Xia Yan earlier, almost no one has ever heard of a more fierce record than this.