As time passes, the first month of the year is about to pass soon, and Zhidui, who has not been received in the inn, became increasingly uneasy.

Because of a small dispute, the deputy envoy of the delegation and more than 40 subordinates died, and after asking for no way, he handed a memorial to His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, hoping to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Of course, the main purpose of handing over the memorial was to beg for mercy. I hope that His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty would receive him for half of the mission.

But more than ten years have passed, and there is still no news. The forty dead people have been pulled outside the city to burn, intending to turn around and bring the ashes back to the desert.

There is no way. It is not a solution to not bury the Turkic people in the land of the Tang Dynasty, and it is not a solution to place them in the inn. Although the weather has not yet warmed up, it is not a long-term solution to stay with about 40 dead people.

Zhishili is now very worried about the situation on the grassland. After the weather turns warmer, the generals of the Tang Dynasty will inevitably launch an encirclement against Jie Li. Once the encirclement is successful, the Turkic Khanate will probably go to the history books to find it.

But now he really has no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth. He is rejected when he wants to see the emperor. He goes to the Ministry of War to see the Minister of War, Hou Junji, and is also rejected. Other generals who have met him in the Tang Dynasty were also fighting in the Turks. As for the big Chang'an City, there is not even a person who can help him speak.

"Sir Shijin, there is a Tang man outside the door who wants to see you, saying that something is important." Just when Zhi Shili was depressed and was about to stab someone with a knife, a personal soldier outside the door walked in.

"Tangren? Didn't you say anything?" Zhishili asked impatiently.

"The man said that he would meet Lord Shi Jin before he said that we didn't dare to ask more questions." After a night of bleeding, the soldiers who were already learning their lessons. Seeing that the Tang people no longer dared to show off. Even if there was a Tang people beggar squatting in front of the door, they could only endure it and dare not move forward to drive them away.

Zhi Shisili rubbed his chin and turned around the room twice. After hesitating for a long time, he said slowly: "Then let him come in, be polite!"

Now it is not as good as before. The Turks are trembling under the iron hooves of the Tang Dynasty. Even if they are unwilling to accept their thoughts, they can only hold them in their hearts. Let’s see what the purpose of the visitor has. If there are really people who are unhappy to find it uncomfortable, at most they can kill them.

A moment later, a guy in weird clothes but very handsome walked in from outside the door.

Pure black clothes, pure copper epaulettes, cowhide armed belts, high-tube riding boots, everything shows the identity of the person who came here - the prince's personal guard.

Now, only Li Chengqian's personal guards wear this style of clothes and SS uniforms throughout the Tang Dynasty.

Zhi Shishi's face changed and changed. He had calculated everything and almost everyone was considered. How could he just forget the famous Prince of the Tang Dynasty?

"I'm called Su Meng, the prince's left guard led the school guard and asked General Zhihu to meet at the Yingbin Building at the order of the prince." The visitor was not polite. While looking at him, he had already explained his purpose in a concise manner. After performing military etiquette, he turned around and left. It seemed that Zhihu's power would definitely go the same as him.

Looking at the back of the school guard named Su Meng leaving, the personal guard who was indifferent could not suppress his anger, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "Sir Shi Jin, this..., this is too bullying!"

"This is strength, strength produced." Zhi Shisili sighed, lowered his head to sort out his clothes, and followed Su Meng who had left and walked out of the inn.

The Great Turks have fallen and no longer have the glory of the past. Facing the rising Tang Dynasty and the iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty who wantonly trampled on the grassland, forbearance is the best choice.

Just as Jie Li Khan, who was far away in the grassland, said, the Great Turks should have been dormant for a while. As long as this time they could convince the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to stop the war, the Turkic warriors could endure any humiliation and make plans after everything was when the water and grass were abundant next year.

However, this is just Jie Li's arrangement before he set out. What is the ending and what will the Tang Dynasty choose? It is still an unknown mystery.

Just looking at the fact that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty has never met him, it is clearly the intention of destroying the Turks and then getting faster. Jie Li... Perhaps he underestimated the monarch of the Tang Dynasty.

Zhishili's mind was messy, and before he knew it, he had already followed Su Meng to a large private room in Yingbin Building, and there was a young man about twelve and about three years old sitting inside the private room.

The pure white young master's suit, with five golden dragons embroidered with golden silk on it, and their hair was simply tied together with the young master's crown, but the gems inlaid on the young master's crown looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight in the window.

The boy sat quietly at the window, and the ivory folding fan in his hand gently tapped in his palms one after another, while the red blood jade falling under the folding fan emitted a sparkling red light, which made the originally elegant boy a little weird.

"The foreign minister Zhi Shishili has seen His Royal Highness the Prince of Tang!" After a brief look at the young man in front of him, Zhi Shishili respectfully stepped forward to greet him.

This is impossible. In the feudal dynasty, even the prince of an enemy country, for a general, it also represents imperial power.

As long as it is imperial power, it is inviolable. No matter how much you don’t like it or don’t want it, the rational numbers you should have are absolutely indispensable.

"Oh, General Zheng lost!" Li Chengqian paused a folding fan in his hand and came back to his senses from his daze: "I was a little distracted just now. I hope the general will forgive him if he is rude!"

Zhishili looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "The foreign ministers dare not."

Li Chengqian smiled undeniably, and did not take Zhishili's polite words to heart. He waved his hand to signal the guards to fill the cups on the table with wine, and said with a smile: "General Zhisi, please sit down. I have something to do with him. I want to discuss with the general."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, please tell me, Zhishili follows everything!" After sitting at the table, Zhishili did not move the wine on the table, but just stared at the young prince in front of him, preparing to see what Li Chengqian was going to say.

"This is not the first time General Zhisi has come to the Tang Dynasty, right? The last time I was young and could not see the general's style was really a pity. So I invited the general to come here today. I hope the general will tell me some things about the battle formation." Li Chengqian's words seemed to be common, but in fact they were slapped in the face.

Who doesn’t know that in the ninth year of Wude, the envoy sent by Jie Li’s army after besieging Chang’an was Zhishi’s power?

Who doesn’t know that Zhidui’s power was frightened and cowardly in the court of the Tang Dynasty?

If this is called style... what is the difference between slapping in the face!
Chapter completed!