The Beiyi soldiers escorting Zhang Xiaowu and others held them down and asked them to kneel to Pu Xianlie. Su Yu was forced to kneel on the ground, but Zhang Xiaowu and Wang Yijin stood up straight and refused to kneel. Seeing this, Su Yu also struggled to stand.
He got up, but was pushed to the ground. Zhang Xiaowu suddenly knocked down the two guards behind him with his head.
In a panic, Zhang Xiaowu drew his sword and stood in front of Park Xianyeol, fearing that he would assassinate him. However, Zhang Xiaowu did not make any move, straightened his waist and said proudly: "We represent the Holy Han Empire, let the Holy Han Empire kneel before your country.
, it means that your country has no sincerity in this negotiation. Did the General really refuse to negotiate? The Holy Han Empire brought Manchu
We come here with full sincerity and hope that the Holy Han and the Northern Yi can be restored. But if the general wants the Northern Yi to be isolated in the far north and be enemies of Mohe and the Holy Han, then we can kneel down because you don’t need friends.
, let alone allies." He turned around and looked at the Beiyi interpreter beside him. The interpreter was about to speak when he heard
Park Xianlie said directly in very pure Chinese with a Yongdu accent: "They are messengers of negotiation, they don't have to kneel down. In addition, I understand Shenghan, but you don't seem to understand Beiyi. You are indeed arrogant Shenghan people.
You feel like you are in heaven and you look down on your neighbors, so it’s no wonder you don’t have many friends.”
Before Su Yu could say anything, Zhang Xiaowu laughed again and said: "The general is wrong. It's not that we consider ourselves a heavenly kingdom, but that there are too many capable people in the Holy Han Dynasty, and we look mediocre."
Su Yucai said: "Your Excellency, we are the envoys of peace talks, not the mortal enemies today. If your country is no longer friends with others, then how can people live without friends in this world? Could it be that there will always be enemies between countries?
No more friendship? Now, I, the Holy Han, have extended my hand of friendship. If you refuse, wouldn’t you be treating the fate of the country and the people as child’s play?”
Park Xianlie was familiar with the culture of the Central Plains and could understand both vernacular and elegant dialects. However, he snorted coldly and the guards brought the chairs over but did not let them loose their bonds.
The three low stools were placed in the center, and the three of them sat helplessly in the center. The surrounding Beiyi people surrounded them and stared at them as if they were watching a street performer.
The three of them looked at each other with a hint of helplessness. The Beiyi people were overwhelming them in terms of momentum, thus creating a psychological advantage in the negotiation. But fortunately, the other party was willing to negotiate, and their purpose of this trip was a good start.
Zhang Xiaowu said in his heart that Park Hyun-yeol is indeed an old fox.
Several Beiyi staff and civil servants were talking quietly in Beiyi dialect behind Pu Xianlie. The interpreter naturally could not interpret for Zhang Xiaowu and the others, so Zhang Xiaowu and the others could only look at Pu Xianlie with big eyes and small eyes, but they had no idea what they were talking about.
After a while, Park Xianlie asked directly: "Your emperor sent you here, are you afraid?"
Su Yu looked at Zhang Xiaowu inquiringly, Zhang Xiaowu nodded to him, and Su Yucai said: "My emperor cares about the people and knows that if the war continues, not only the people of the Holy Han Empire will fall into a sea of misery, but the people of other countries will also experience hardship. So I
Your Majesty, Emperor Rende, hereby sends our ministers to look for important neighbors in the hope of negotiating peace."
Park Xianlie smiled faintly, shook his head and whispered: "Peace talks? Impossible!"
Su Yuqi said: "Why not?"
An old and fat Beiyi civil servant stood up and accused: "The Holy Han is determined to destroy me, Beiyi, but you are just hypocritical!"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Water has no permanent shape. Was our choice wrong back then? General, if you were Emperor Taigan thirty years ago, how would you choose when faced with civil strife in a vassal country?" This is a question. It is a very insidious question. If Park Xianyeol really thinks from his perspective, it will cause other Beiyi civil servants to mistakenly think that he is ambitious. However, if he does not think from his perspective, Park Xianyeol will not be able to answer this question.
Park Xianlie was obviously shocked by Zhang Xiaowu's trap. He carefully looked at the young man in front of him with a dignified appearance, sharp eyes, and full of ambition. He couldn't help stroking his beard and said, "Who are you?"
Su Yu hurriedly said: "Deputy Imperial Envoy Zhang Xianzhi."
Park Xianlie shook his head and said, "No, I'm asking about his past identity."
Su Yu said again: "The book office of the seventh-grade imperial study room."
"Oh? He is the secretary of the royal study?" Pu Xianlie asked curiously, "I heard that the royal study of the Holy Han Dynasty will only accept the top thirty scholars in the imperial examination. What talents does this young scholar have? ?You are not fake, are you? Hahaha... Well, you write a poem now. If you can't write the poem, it proves that your identity is fake, and then there is no need to continue this negotiation. Already."
Su Yu looked at Zhang Xiaowu anxiously, wondering why something went wrong here. You shouldn't talk too much. Now, I'll let you, a murderous general, compose poems - the negotiation is hopeless. But Wang Yijin's eyes lit up. He knew very well that Zhang Xiaowu was both civilized and military, and he absolutely had the real ability to crush the students from Huizhou and Daizhou with his poems at Cuiyan Pavilion in the Two Wolf Cities, so how could he be stumped by this group of Beiyi stickmen?
Zhang Xiaowu smiled scornfully and asked: "If I write a poem, will you untie us and negotiate peace? If I can't write a poem, will you kill us for entertainment?"
Pu Xianlie nodded and said: "If you write well, we will talk about it later. If you write poorly, what's the point of keeping you?"
Zhang Xiaowu asked again: "Do you have any questions?"
Park Xianlie said: "Let's take the wind and snow in the north of Saibei as the theme?"
Su Yu suddenly said: "I'll come, I've written before..."
"Shut up and let him do it." Park Xianlie pointed at Zhang Xiaowu and sneered.
Zhang Xiaowu searched his mind and recalled it, and suddenly thought of a poem he once wrote, stood up and said: "I'm done."
"Is it done?" Everyone was surprised.
Zhang Xiaowu recited loudly: "The scenery of the northern country is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking at the wilderness in the north of the Great Wall, there is nothing left but vastness; beside the Jialan River, the roar suddenly disappears. Silver snakes dance in the mountains, and wax figures ride on the ground, hoping to compete with the gods." On a sunny day, you can see the red makeup and plain clothes, which is particularly enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country, which attracts countless heroes to bow their waists. It is a pity that through the ages, civil servants, martial arts, and sage men from the Tang Dynasty have all led the way, and they have all passed away. To count the famous figures, we still have to look at the current dynasty. "
The great man's masterpiece was partially changed by Zhang Xiaowu, but it still shocked the world. How romantic and domineering the great man was, and his poems were full of romanticism and heroism, and had a strong appeal. When people listen to it, they feel like they are in front of them. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Not only Pu Xianlie stood up, but other Beiyi officials who understood Chinese also stood up, looking at the young man in front of them in astonishment. This young man's ambition and courage overwhelmed others.
Park Xianlie carefully recalled the artistic conception of this poem and was still addicted to it. A person who can write such a poem is worthy of being on the imperial examination list. He put away his contempt and asked: "How can this poem be?" Got a name?"
"Saibei Song."
"What a Seibei song, what a Seibei song!" Park Xianlie clapped and laughed, "Let's drink and drink! Come here..."
The fat Beiyi civil servant hurriedly reminded: "General, Lord General, the poem is a good poem, but this poem is very ambitious, and this person's identity is by no means simple." He turned to face Zhang Xiaowu and reprimanded: "Say
Well, who are you?"
"The holy man is a nobody!" Zhang Xiaowu smiled modestly and said, "Let go!"