Chapter Eighty-Five: King Hu

"The leader said that King Wenrui was indeed a rare warrior. Shopkeeper Huang endured the discomfort of translating Su He's words. He was looking forward to the moment when His Royal Highness King Wenrui was introduced to King Beihu. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Chu Fengge quite timidly, and he was a little skeptical that this red-eyed person could understand his words.

Chu Fengge didn't seem to be affected by the bloodstain, and only nodded: "Then thank you Chief." ”

Everyone continued to move forward in Su He's laughter, both sides broke a lot of manpower, even the shopkeeper Huang suffered some abrasions, and everyone in the caravan was even more red-eyed for the sacrificed brothers, corpses and stumps were everywhere, covered in knee-deep dry grass, and as soon as the wind blew, the whole grassland rose and fell like waves, and the shadow of killing was no longer visible.

No one knew how Su He could laugh out loud in such a situation.

Until the tribe of the king of Beihu was located, everyone could not escape from the haze of death.

At the moment when he received the edict from King Hu, Su He also patted Wei Heming's shoulder and laughed loudly: "In the future, you will destroy the emperor of the Jing Dynasty, but don't forget me Su He." ”

Wei Heming nodded modestly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he followed the messenger who came to deliver the edict and walked into the big tent of King Beihu.

In the Jing Dynasty, there were many terrible legends about the king of Beihu, some said that he had an ugly face, some said that he was naturally cruel, and even had

It is rumored that he used people's hearts and livers to accompany his meals, and he passed on a person to become a powerful ghost with a green face and fangs.

Wei Heming didn't believe these rumors, but since he knew that Song Yi was the son and son of King Beihu, he was full of curiosity about this King of Beihu, whom he had never met in his previous life or in this life.

"You are the person Su He wants to introduce to me?" Unexpectedly, King Hu's voice was correct and round, but it was a standard Chinese dialect.

Wei Heming raised his head slightly, and met the eyes of the person sitting on the Beast Skin Throne.

Like.

King Hu's appearance is only three points similar to Song Yi: he is not very tall among the Hu people, his slightly round eyes make him look less angry, his high nose and deep eyes and thick lips, his skin is tanned by the sun, reflecting a metallic luster against the background of the firelight, his long unkempt brown hair is braided like most Hu people, and his clothes are loosely dressed, which is much more luxurious than others, and he does not look like the rumored middle-aged King of Beihu, but like a handsome young man of the Beihu aristocracy.

Like Song Yi, he looks younger on the outside.

Many inconsequential thoughts flashed through Wei Heming's mind, but they dissipated in the lightning and flint, and made a great gift belonging to the Jing Dynasty: "Wei Heming has seen the king. ”

King Hu looked at him for a long time, and his brows furrowed: "You are from the Jing Dynasty?"

Wei Heming nodded: "Yes." ”

King Hu looked at him, then at Chu Fengge, and said thoughtlessly: "Everyone in the Jing Dynasty is so good-looking?"

Wei Heming didn't expect him to say such a thing, and his reaction was half a beat slower: "The king praises falsely." ”

King Hu clapped his fists: "That's right, they're all the same shy." ”

Wei Heming choked on half of his saliva, he didn't expect the word shy to be used on his body, but when he looked up, he caught the flash of thought in King Hu's eyes: it seemed that he saw someone from himself.

King Hu seemed to have seen enough, and then spoke slowly again: "Su He said that you want to do a business with me, and said that I will be happy to hear it, but is there such a thing?"

The tone was not very majestic, but it did not seem to be very interested.

"In fact, under the deception of Su and the chief. Wei Heming said softly. "When the king hears what I am about to say, he may not be pleased. ”

King Hu raised his eyebrows: "Let's hear it." ”

Wei Heming took a breath: "I came to inform the king that now Song Yi is in danger, and I ask the king to save Song Yi's life." ”

He didn't do much of the work of a lobbyist, but thinking about those lobbyists from the past and present, it seems that the routine is almost the same, and he shouted first when he entered the door: "The king is in danger!" to frighten people, and those princes and nobles were willing to listen to him finish speaking, otherwise if he annoyed anyone when he heard half of it, he would directly coax people out, that is, he should not be allowed to the heavens, and the earth is not spiritual.

It's just that he seems to be right.

King Hu's face was grim, and he waved his hand, ordering many of the attendants in the tent to retreat, leaving only one or two people inside.

"You tell me carefully, how is Song Yi?"

Wei Heming's expression did not change, and only briefly narrated: "A while ago, Jingshi Shengshang was assassinated, and the Song family and Beihu were implicated. ”

King Hu waved his hand impatiently: "I know all this." ”

Unexpectedly, when the case happened, the news was sent by Chu Fengge to Beihu, which can be regarded as a small favor.

"Under the proposal, with Song Yi as a hostage, peace talks with Beihu. Wei He's voice was flat.

King Hu's eyes grew cold: "Who are you?"

He bowed down and saluted again: "Wei Heming, the envoy of the Jing Dynasty, has seen the king." ”

All that remained in the tent was the sound of flames beeping.

King Hu's eyebrows no longer had the previous fatigue, and the whole person was full of a beast-like determination, as if he would stretch out his claws and cut his throat in the next moment: "You're not afraid that I will kill you?"

Wei Heming chuckled: "Originally, I was scared when I came in. ”

"And now?"

"I'm not afraid. ”

Wei Heming seemed to be really not afraid, standing in front of King Hu and talking: "I was Song Yi's classmate in the past, and I also learned his true identity from Song Yi's mouth, so I had to make this decision in order to save his life." ”

Fu smiled bitterly: "I had to discuss this matter privately with the king, and I really wasted a lot of effort in the next place." ”

Chu Fengge's friendship with King Hu is a secret exchange, and this road will not work. And if you hand over the book to King Hu outside Beihu with great fanfare, and your son is in our hands, then it will not be a peace negotiation at all.

What's more, Song Yi is a prince of Beihu who was left behind in the Jing Dynasty, and Wei Heming is extremely suspicious of his identity.

Whether it's a real prince or an illegitimate child.

In addition, Beihu's peace talks are all in vain, and there are all kinds of them, which also makes him have to risk himself.

King Hu sneered: "What about the conditions?"

Wei Heming whispered: "Peace talks." ”

"No way. King Hu never blinked.

Wei Heming has also been mentally prepared for this, if he really has the intention of peace talks, Song Yi's matter is the best opportunity.

But Beihuti never mentioned it.

"Why should the king be so decisive, the benefits of peace talks to Beihu are much greater. Wei Heming looked tentatively into King Hu's eyes.

King Hu still had a sneer on his face, but it didn't stop him from continuing.

"I have heard that the grass and seeds in early autumn is the best season for grazing, but this way, the grass and trees are waist-high, even the corpses can be buried, there is no sign of cattle and sheep, and even Hu people are bandits, and even the king's tribute dares to plunder. I dare to speculate whether it is because of the civil war in Beihu for many years, the livestock has been sharply reduced, and the grain reserves are not abundant.

King Hu's expression froze, he thought that Wei Heming would start with Song Yi, and no matter how bad it was, he would start to persuade from the power scheme, but he didn't want him to talk about the livelihood of Beihu people.

What's even more interesting is that he was right.

"Now that late autumn is like this, I am afraid that the situation will be more difficult in winter, and then the king will have to count the warriors and plunder the border area. Wei Heming said it bluntly, and he didn't even save face for King Hu. "In wartime, there will be male deaths and injuries, and in the spring of the next year, the tribe will have fewer men, and I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to continue. For today's Beihu, it is not the right way to be afraid of fighting to feed the war. ”

"If it is peace, the king can take this opportunity to ask for trade subsidies, and I believe that it can also alleviate the temporary urgency of Beihu, and when the coming day is abundant, the vitality will gradually recover, but I am afraid that Beihu will not need to loot for a living. ”

When King Hu listened, his expression gradually lost his previous coldness, and he fell into deep thought: "The two places have a deep enmity in the sea of blood, which is easy to say but difficult to do. ”

Wei Heming shook his head: "The Jing Dynasty has been peaceful for a long time, and the blood feud with Beihu has long been separated, but I am more afraid." As for the Beihu attackers, I'm afraid it's not for a blood feud, it's just for food. ”

It's just that if you really fight, after three or five years, it will really become an indissolvable hatred.

King Hu smiled: "You dare to tell the truth." ”

Wei Heming said: "Since you want to talk, there is no need to avoid taboos. Thinking about it, the king also knows that marching and fighting is morale, bravery, and numbers. There are far more people in the Jing Dynasty than in Beihu now, and those dignitaries and dignitaries don't care about the death of soldiers - but the warriors on the side of Beihu, even if they sacrifice one, isn't King Hu distressed?"

King Hu stared at him: "Even if you are right, you should know that now that I have just sat in this position, not all the tribes are convinced, even if I agree, I am afraid that others will not agree." ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Wei Heming's eyes: "The task below is only to persuade the king, as for the rest of the leaders...... Thinking that the king can defeat many Beihu warriors and become the real king, there is no need to get an axe in the next class. ”

King Hu was stunned: "You pushed cleanly, don't you want to go back to your life?"

Wei Heming asked rhetorically: "Then the king still wants to meet Song Yi?"

King Hu's face sank again: "What you said is true, can you make your emperor spare Song Yi's life?"

Wei Heming said in a low voice: "When I came down, the saint had already promised to wait until I returned to the court." ”

King Hu was silent for a while, and then ordered: "You go out, I'll think about it again." ”

Wei Heming bowed and retreated.

Halfway through, King Hu suddenly asked: "Even if the dignitaries and dignitaries of the Jing Dynasty don't care about the life and death of the soldiers, why should they send you to the peace talks?"

Wei Heming smiled bitterly: "But there are always people who care, whoever cares more about worrying about it deserves more hard work." ”