Lu Kang only said, "How can Yang Hu kill others?" and ordered his subordinates to decoct the medicine and take it as usual. The condition improved in a few days.

Therefore, Yang Hu also had the reputation of Yan Hui in the contemporary era, and his heroic demeanor was respected by everyone in the Jin and Wu countries. Whenever Yang Hu fought with Wu, he would first explain the war to the other party, not to launch a sneak attack, and catch the descendants of the soldiers of Wu, feed them, and send them back safely. Even if he attacked the territory of Wu, the army lacked food and harvested all the crops of the people along the way. Yang Hu ordered the soldiers to pay the weight of the food and use silk to repay the people of Wu.

The respect of Yang Hu in the Jin and Wu countries did not even dare to call themselves the name, but instead used the title of "Yang Gong".

Gongsun Xiu was very surprised. This person was a top talent in the late Three Kingdoms period. It was indeed extraordinary. He said: "Since that is the case, please ask the messenger to thank Emperor Wei and Sima Ergong for their compassion. Since he received such a generous gift, he didn't know what to give to your country to express his gratitude."

Yang Hu waved his hand and said, "The King of Yan is joking. In the future, Wei and Yan will be one. Since the King of Yan is the minister of the north of the Lord of Wei, and His Majesty will reward him with his ministers, how can he need his ministers to return the courtesy?"

This statement is very clear. Since you have already been entrusted with the surrender, Yan State is a vassal state of Wei State, which is a distinction between high and low, not a difference between friends, and there is no such thing as a matter of courtesy.

The emperor calls the gift to his subordinates, and the gift to the emperor is called tribute.

Gongsun Xiu thought that this Ma Wei was indeed perfect, and smiled and said, "It's Gu Qian's opinion, but fortunately the Sheep Lord was so stupid to solve the problem."

After saying that, he summoned his personal soldiers and gave a few instructions.

Yang Hu didn't know what he was muttering, so he had to sit still and thought to himself: "He shouldn't have noticed anything, right?"

After hearing Gongsun Xiu's secret instructions, the personal soldiers subconsciously glanced at Yang Hu, said nothing, and turned around and left the camp.

Yang Hu thought to himself: "Can you have any premeditation?"

After a while, the personal soldiers brought in a bowl of steaming soup to him. Gongsun Xiu smiled and said, "The Sheep Master is bored. In recent years, the weather has become colder and it is about to snow heavily. Let's take a replenishment after drinking the soup."

Seeing that the soup was strange in color, scarlet and extremely unpleasant, Yang Hu was shocked and suspicious, and said, "I can't get used to these things, thanking the King of Yan for his good intentions."

"Why--"

He immediately pretended to be displeased and shook his head and said, "It's time to try, but if you don't try, you won't know the taste. The sheep owner doesn't drink it, but how can he know the habit of drinking it?"

Yang Hu had no choice but to drink the soup with his breath. He felt bitter in his mouth, and it seemed like poison in the intestines. He thought to himself: "Can he poison the soup, right? For the sake of the current plan, he had to drink it, otherwise the Yan army would be suspicious and Sima Gong's strategy would be burned."

After drinking a bowl of soup, Yang Hu felt hot all over his body, and a faint burning feeling in his abdomen. He felt even more poisoned and felt that he was not good.

Gongsun Xiu smiled, and his originally pure and flawless smile seemed to contain despicable and vicious expressions in his eyes. Yang Hu hurriedly said, "If you have something to do, let's take the lead."

Gongsun Xiu pressed his shoulder and smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I have heard that the Sheep Lord Bo is a family of ministers for many generations. From eight or nine generations, they are all high-ranking officials with more than two thousand stones in the court. Although I am lonely in the wilderness, I admire Confucianism, and I still think that the Sheep Lord Bo has passed on the classics."

Yang Hu had no choice but to sit aside, feeling a little restless, thinking to himself: "If you don't leave quickly, take Guadi powder and induce vomiting, the poison will melt into the stomach, and I will die in a moment."

As soon as the poison is in the mouth, it is still in the stomach and will not be poisoned immediately. After all, digestion takes time, even if it is very short. The ancients induce vomiting was nothing more than Guati Powder or gold juice (feces). As long as it causes strong nausea, vomit out the poison in the stomach and vomit out the spit out, the remaining little toxins in the body will not be fatal.

He really wanted to rush out immediately and find a place to induce vomiting, but under the eaves, the King of Yan refused to let him leave. He was planning to die when he was poisoned.

Yang Hu endured the fear in his heart and said: "Confucianism is loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness. If the King of Yan respects these four dimensions, Liaodong can also become the Central Plains."

Gongsun Xiu thoughtfully and said slowly: "So that's the case. It's a pity that there are no talents like Sheep Lord Bo in Liaodong."

Sweat began to appear on Yang Hu's forehead, and his back was soaked with sweat. He thought to himself: "This must be a sign of poisonous attack."

Thinking of Liaodong who has always liked to kill envoys, this Liao bandit was cruel and ruthless and always enjoyed killing envoys. It was true.

Yang Hu sat upright and wiped away the sweat from his forehead. He thought that since he couldn't survive, there was no need to make trouble. He rushed up in his heart and said proudly: "Why bother King Yan that there is no talent available in Liaodong? As long as the King Yan seeks talented people and respects the virtuous and inferior people, he will have his own people to return home instead of abuse of despicable means to coerce and pressure."

Gongsun Xiu said oh and laughed, "How is it considered coercion?"

"Of course it is poisoning, or using an axe to add it. Since ancient times, the tyrants have not won the hearts of the people, but the wise rulers have supported it all over the world. This is a public opinion."

After Yang Hu finished speaking, he felt that he was not far from the poisonous hair. He immediately collapsed, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes and waited for death.

Gongsun Xiu looked at the expression on his face and smiled and said, "I understand, you can leave now."

Yang Hu was stunned and opened his eyes: "What does it mean?"

Gongsun Xiu smiled on his face: "The medicinal power of ginseng soup has dispersed. If you left just now, the weather outside is cold and the water and fire intersect, and it is easy to get serious illness. Now the medicinal power has dissipated, and you have sweat all over your body to help you keep the cold."

Yang Hu couldn't help but be surprised. For a moment, his emotions were a little changed. He thought he was drinking poison, but he didn't expect it to be just a bowl of ginseng soup. He stuttered: "I--I just drank it, is it ginseng soup?"

Gongsun Xiu joked: "It's not ginseng soup, can it still be poison?"

Yang Hu was poked into the center and his face turned red: "I don't mean this-"

"After the Sheep Lord Bo returns, remember to help the Lord and say some good things in front of His Majesty and the Grand Marshal."

Gongsun Xiu pretended to be flattering, and seemed to have become a minister who surrendered to Wei.

Yang Hu was shocked by his bowl of ginseng soup as if he had reached back again in the gate of ghosts. While he was scared, he couldn't help but think: "I judge others by myself and by the heart of villains, which is really contrary to the knowledge of a saint."

He immediately bowed and said, "Don't worry, as long as Liaodong is in peace and stability, border troubles will no longer arise, Your Majesty will agree."

Gongsun Xiu sent him out of the military tent all the way. Yang Hu left the military tent. Liaodong had entered the cold winter season. The snow, which had fallen several times, was quite cold. Even if he wore a thick cotton jacket, he felt cold. After drinking the upper ginseng soup, he felt that all the limbs and veins were filled with blood.

The wine, food, and coins brought by the Wei army were almost rewarded. The soldiers of the Yan camp each brought wine, meat, and collected the coins of Wei. They packed their clothes and packed them with the most realistic smiles on their faces. Some soldiers who were queuing up to get the wine and food even fought, and dozens of people were beaten to the point where they were blue and swollen until the centurion of the Yan army took the whip and dispersed it. This made the chaotic scene calm down.

Gongsun Xiu had never seen the soldiers so happy. He was furious at Yang Hu's sugar-coated shells, which were so powerful that they could make the war-torn soldiers fall to this point, and were confused by the Wei army's kilograms of fine wine, kilograms of cooked meat, and kilograms of big money.

But then I thought that the soldiers followed them through life and death, and were wrapped in corpses, not because of the weak feelings of family and country in this era, but most of them were just to support their families.

Sima Shi also spent a lot of money this time. The Wei army's logistics were better than the Yan army. This time, one-fifth of the Wei army's labor supplies were smashed. Without a huge victory, it would not be distributed like this to celebrate.

This also further confirmed his thoughts. Sima Shi would take advantage of the loose discipline of the Yan army and negligence to come to rob the camp at night.
Chapter completed!