Chapter 397: Khitan envoy

When it comes to talking, how could Yang Zhen be Chen Ao’s opponent? Chen Ao’s question made him unable to deal with it for a while. He spread his hands and said, “The two countries are fighting, and the creatures are ruined! Chen Qinshi, what’s the use of the Song Dynasty that made a lot of face? Now I’ll call Gao Hou to apologize and then slowly deal with the country’s envoy, so I won’t make a misunderstanding that is incompatible.”

Chen Ao curled his lips: "Don't worry, sir, I guarantee that the Khitans will not move troops."

Shanggao Hou added fuel to the fire: "Even if we move troops, we are not afraid of him. Since ancient times, soldiers come to block the water and flood the soil, how can we be afraid of it before fighting?"

Yang Zhen mocked: "In this way, is it because I am worried about nothing?"

Chen Ao said with a straight face: "Mr. Yang, is it your final decision or I? The emperor entrusts me to fully deal with the matter of the Khitan. Is it because you want to resist the order and disrespect?"

Before he had contacted the Khitans, there was already a big quarrel inside. He had no choice but to sacrifice the emperor. Yang Zhen sighed and did not say much.

Chen Ao continued: "From now on, if the Khitan envoy comes to the Ministry of Rites to cause trouble, Lord Yang will not have to see him."

"Don't have to see him?" Yang Zhen couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Emperor Chen, if he doesn't see him, there must be a reason. What's more, he is the envoy of the country. How can he disappear if he doesn't see him? If he really wants to make trouble, I'm afraid there will be another dispute."

Chen Ao said unquestionably: "If you don't see, you won't see. Didn't he want to seek justice? Ask him to go to the Ministry of Justice to Dali Temple. Anyway, as long as he wants, he will go wherever he likes. Without my permission, no one is allowed to see him."

After leaving these words, Chen Ao also faced Gao Hou with a stern face and said, "Hang Gao Hou, since you know your crime, why don't you go back and think about your mistakes? Humph, look at the good things you have done. I will never let you go next time I commit them again!"

Shanggao Hou smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I will fight again next time I ask, ah... no, it is always bad to hit people. As long as they don't draw their swords, it's better to be harmonious." As he said that, he said goodbye and went back, facing the wall without mentioning it.

Yang Zhen was worried and couldn't help but say, "Empress Chen, you have to think about it. If you really anger the Khitans, the Song Dynasty will also implicate you."

Chen Ao naturally understood what war was, and waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yang, don't talk about it anymore. I understand your thoughts, but I have my own opinions. I can only give you a promise now, and this battle will definitely not be fought."

Yang Zhen could only believe Chen Ao's words, but he had no choice but to sigh and went to drink tea.

It was getting late, and Chen Ao also said goodbye and left.

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In a courtyard of the Wanguo Pavilion, seven or eight Khitan warriors guarded a courtyard. Under the locust tree in this courtyard, a middle-aged man with fair skin held a book and looked at it with concentration. He was quite heroic, with long narrow eyes, hooked nose, slightly thin corners of his mouth, and slightly bent, like a hungry wolf, with a fearful aura.

The middle-aged man held his breath and slapped his eyebrows, immersed himself in the book, turning a deaf ear to the things around him.

The warriors beside them are also full of tigers, bears and waists, like chimes and stones.

After a while, a samurai came over and whispered a few words in the middle-aged man's ear. The middle-aged man only had a slight head and was still looking at the book in his hand seriously. After a cup of tea, he put down the book and said to the warrior: "Please come by Mr. Wang."

This sentence was Khitan's words. The warrior responded and went to the compartment to bring a Confucian scholar over. The Confucian scholar was tall, wearing a lumber scarf, and a round-necked blue shirt, which seemed a little wide. With his steps, the Confucian scholar had a somewhat unstoppable and unscathing attitude. When he saw the middle-aged man, he quickly saluted and said, "The villain has seen General Yelu."

The person who reads the book was Yelu Zhengde, the envoy of Liao Kingdom. Yelu Zhengde had a bit of respect for the wise and humble, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, don't be polite, come, sit down and talk."

Mr. Wang hunched down and sat down, laughing, "Why, the general also likes to read poetry books?"

Yelu Zhengde said: "You southerners love to write poetry. This poem can cultivate people's will. When I have time, I like to read it." As soon as the tone changed, a arrogant look appeared on my face: "But what's the use of writing poetry alone? You can't ride a horse and bow art. In the end, you still have to talk to us Khitans? It's these poems that make you all the southerners turn into cords. Even if Li Bai and Du Mu are alive, they can't stop the sharp arrows of our Khitans. So just look at these poems. Don't be intoxicated with them, otherwise it will cause endless harm."

Mr. Wang smiled and said, "That's right, the general's words make people think deeply."

Yelu Zhengde said seriously: "I called Mr. Wang to come. I have something to discuss with him. Mr. Wang is a southerner and knows the thoughts of the southerner. Last time my entourage and I were beaten by someone, I went to the Ministry of Rites to discuss compensation with Shangshu Yang these days. Shangshu Yang agreed a few times, saying that he would give us Khitans an explanation, but these days he went there, he kept his door to thank the guests. He also said that since it was a lawsuit, he would not be dealt with by the Ministry of Rites. What is the reason?"

When Mr. Wang heard Yelu Zhengde ask him for advice, he felt a little bit of lust on his face. After listening carefully to Yelu Zhengde's words, he frowned and said, "General, will the Ministry of Rites be afraid of being responsible for the relationship, so he deliberately shirks the responsibility? Since that's the case, why not go to the Ministry of Justice to ask?"

Yelu Zhengde's eyes showed anger and gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't been there before. When I arrived at the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Justice said that this matter involved Shanggaohou. The Ministry of Justice had no right to judge and should go to Dali Temple to negotiate. As a result, I went to Dali Temple, but Dali Temple said that it involved the diplomatic relations between Song and Liao countries, and should go to the Ministry of Rites to mediate. In the past few days, I have traveled all over the seven or eight yamen in Bianjing City, but no one came out to negotiate. Humph, you southerners have a lot of flowers. Isn't this intentional embarrassing me?"

Mr. Wang's face was always smiling, as if Yelu Zhengde said that you Nanren had nothing to do with him. Seeing Yelu Zhengde's face angry, he hurriedly said, "General, it seems that Nanren wants to delay time and deliberately downplay this matter."

Yelu Zhengde nodded and said, "I think so too. They are just shirking their responsibilities and don't know when they will negotiate with me. Now His Majesty is eager to wait for this annual monies to pay military salaries. If it delays further, it will be very disadvantageous to us."

The anger on Yelu Zhengde's face turned into a worried look and said, "What's more, the attitude of the southerners has changed drastically. I don't know why, but I can't find out in a hurry. Mr. Wang, why not do this. Can we put the matter of pursuing Gaohou aside for the time being, and just ask what is the matter of increasing the annual monies?"

Mr. Wang shook his head and said, "No, no, if this is the case, it will appear that the Great Liao army is unknown. The matter of the Supreme Lord must be investigated. When we ask for the price all over the sky, the southerners are unwilling to hand over others, they will be willing to make concessions on the annual monies."

Yelu Zhengde nodded: "Mr. Wang is talking about it. I also heard that the king of the Southern people ordered an imperial envoy to supervise the affairs we negotiated with. I wonder if the change in the attitude of the Southern people in the past few days is related to the imperial envoy. This person seems to be called Chen Ao. I wonder if Mr. Wang has an impression?"

"Chen Ao?" Mr. Wang was stunned and said, "General, the student had heard of this person's reputation when he was in Fengshengzhou. This person is difficult to deal with. Maybe he instigated many things in recent days."

Yelu Zhengde frowned and said angrily: "What's the name? It's just a Nangou who can play tricks. Humph, after I sent someone to inquire, I wanted to negotiate with him. Who knew that this person was very rude and said that the lawsuit with Shanggao Hou would not be eliminated for a day, so he would not negotiate with me. He asked me to go to the Ministry of Justice to learn about the lawsuit first."

Mr. Wang said: "General, don't underestimate this person. This person is very cunning and likes to play cards the most. Many of his deeds have been circulated among the people of the Southern People. Many people have suffered losses in his hands. Generals must be careful." He pondered for a moment and said: "There is a deadlock now, and it depends on who can't help but jump out first. The Southern People are afraid of war like a tiger, and they are afraid that they are more anxious than the general. It is better to do this. The general can release the news, just say that the general is limited to three days. If the Southern People do not give the general an explanation, the general will return to the country immediately. Then he will fight with them and test their reactions."

Yelu Zhengde nodded: "That's all. If you don't scare these southern barbarians, they will really be too negligent to be the Khitans."

After the discussion was decided, Yelu Zhengde was in a happy mood and said, "Mr. Wang is very talented. With his talent, I plan to recommend Mr. Wang to the King of the South Court after returning to China. The King of the South Court is in charge of the people of Yan and Yunnan. He is just in need of such a talent as Mr. Wang who is loyal to us Khitans after his return."

Mr. Wang was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you for cultivation."

Yelu Zhengde said, "Sir, let's go and rest first."

When Mr. Wang left, Yelu Zhengde ordered the bushi beside him in Khitan dialect and said, "You will send out the news immediately, and the words are stern. If the Nangou doesn't give us an explanation, hum... then you have to speak with a bow and horse."

The warrior received the order and went immediately.

Yelu Zhengde smiled, and sat back under the locust tree leisurely, holding up the book on the stone table to read it. While reading it, he couldn't help reading it: "What is love in the world? It's a matter of life and death. The two flying guests from all over the world, and the old wings have been in the cold and heat several times. Joyful and parting harder, and there are even more foolish children... OK, good word, this word should be brought back to Zhongjing, and let Your Majesty see it. Your Majesty must be very happy."

Although he was dancing, there was a faint worry deep in his eyes, which turned north from time to time.

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Chapter completed!