Chapter Ninety-Five: Going to Seoul is a blessing and a curse

"Farewell"! Xiao Agu only made a chest salute, and then the fast horse went to another place......

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Hanghu, Sariben, and Sarib got together again when they had nothing to do, and sat on wool felt and sipped mare's milk tea slowly.

Mare's milk tea is steaming and rising upward, this mare's milk tea is so fragrant! There is a slight saltiness in the fragrance, but the thoughts of the three of them are not in this bowl.

Hang pursed his mouth, shhh Drinking, drinking, Hangyu suddenly thought thoughtfully.

"Lord Sariben, the messenger of Abaoji has sent us a message, do you wonder if the chiefs of the tribes can receive the same message?"

Sariben knowingly asked, "The Messenger? What messenger"?

"Isn't Lord Saribon aware of this? Abaoji invited the chiefs of the tribes to Seoul as guests."

"Huh? Abaoji invited the chiefs of all the ministries to Seoul as guests, why?"

"The reason is very simple, that is, to tell the chiefs of the tribes that he has a salt pond in Abaoji, and a market of Tie, Shangjia and Mashi."

"If there is, what is it to show? The lords of the tribe are not uncommon with those things"!

"Who says it's not uncommon? In the past year, didn't Abaoji provide salt and iron for the ministry? But the lords only know how to eat salt and use iron, but they don't know that this salt and iron also have owners"!

"What? We used the salt and iron provided by Abaoji"?

"Yes! This salt and iron are both hard goods of Abaoji. In order to show goodwill to the lords, Abaoji also promised that if the chiefs of the tribes went to treat him, he would prepare some salt and iron for the tribes as daily supplies."

Sariben's eyes rolled in skeptical terms.

"There will be such a good thing"?

"Hmm. This thing is good, but I am afraid of fraud. The lords of the tribe will discuss whether to go or not to go."

"In any case, let's choose a good day, and we will use the cow wine to meet the salt pond, and live up to Abaoji's invitation."

"Chiefs of the Ministries, do you really want to go to Seoul"?

"As the saying goes, 'Take someone's hand is short, eat other people's mouth is short'! Who made us owe Abaoji a favor"?

"Yes. It stands to reason that the lords of the Ministry should go to reward Abaoji to express their sincere gratitude. But when it came to the end, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong."

"You mean, Abaoji wants to take the opportunity to make trouble"?

Sarib shook his head: "This, it's not easy to talk about it. However, but, but, but, the autumn martial arts tournament is coming, and we have to guard against it."

Sariben continued: "Let's be on guard, it's called being prepared."

"To tell you the truth, none of the adults have the strength of Abaoji. Only one year after Abaoji established Seoul, there were Yanchi, Litie, Shangjia and Mashi, and if the various ministries wanted to compete with them, they had to join forces"!

Sariben said: "Lord Hangyu, the strength of the Sudden Lifting Department is also gradually getting stronger, and only you can compete with Yelu Abaoji!"

Hangyu was secretly happy in his heart.

"Hey, where, where. All of them are tough guys. I gathered together today to discuss how to deal with him."

While the three were talking, Tarigu, the Maiden, Sarib, Wa, and Nele entered the tent together.

Hang Wei preemptively said: "The chiefs have come just in time, we are thinking about the chiefs, and the adults have arrived, they really have a spirit in their hearts, and they have a spirit in their hearts!"

"I just received a message from Abaoji, asking the chiefs of all the departments to go to Seoul as guests. No, everyone has no bottom in their hearts. So, I rushed over and consulted with the adults." Before Tarigu could sit down, he spoke.

"Blessing or misfortune? It's hard to guess."

"As long as we are united, no matter how strong he is, he can't help us"!

Sarib was worried: "The lords of the tribes are still studying whether to go to Seoul or not?"

Hang Xuan was categorical and said: "Seoul, the chiefs of the Zhubu must go, otherwise, he will definitely look down on the lords of the Zhubu"!

Tarigu said, "Why did the lords go to Seoul? Just for that little profit"?

"It can't be said that salt and iron are needed by all the ministries. However, if you really want to go, you must also be prepared, and don't make any mistakes." Hang said.

Tarigu gritted his teeth and pulled out his scimitar.

"Humph! The soldiers are strong and strong, are you afraid that he will not succeed"?

Hang Wei instructed: "Since the lords of the tribe want to go to Seoul, please go back quickly and make preparations, and gather here in seven days." Since it is a reward for Abaoji, all the departments will prepare more good wine to show our sincerity"!

"Okay, let's make a decision"!

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed. The chieftains of the tribes came to the gathering place early.

Some of the guards carried red sealed wine, and some drove cattle, sheep and camels, and the procession was mighty and very magnificent.

On the way, Tarigu was a little uneasy.

"Lord Zhubu, let's go to Seoul this time, and we have prepared a lot of gifts!"

"We have already prepared gifts, and when we arrive in Seoul, don't let Abaoji underestimate our buddies."

"Okay, let's hit the road now."

Tarigu whipped the horse's buttocks with a soft whip. "Chirp! Chirp! Chirp"! The guards followed the procession tremblingly, carrying the red sealed wine.

At the gate of Seoul, there are two large characters "Seoul" on the plaque hanging high. Written by Han Yanhui himself, these two big characters are far from the square, slightly atmospheric, everyone has seen it, and it is very good.

At the city gate, people come and go every day, and it is very lively.

The palace of Yelu Abaoji is located at the inner end of the Huizi City, and the place where the court goes up every day is called "Hongyi Palace".

Since Xiao Aguzhi sent the news, Yelu Abaoji **** has been sitting on pins and needles every night, waiting for the chiefs of the various departments to enter the urn.

On the eighth day of the message being sent, the detective army came to Hongyi Palace quickly.

"Report, Tian Khan, the soldiers and horses of the chiefs of the tribes are mighty, and they are coming straight in the direction of Seoul."

"Okay, let's explore again".

Yelu Abaoji's anxious mood immediately calmed down like a flame. The corners of his mouth immediately showed a hint of imperceptible pleasure.

He methodically straightened his clothes and sat upright facing east. He knew that a fierce battle was coming.

Shu Luping and Xiao Xin'er sat on both sides, and they were also anxious like rabbits, waiting for the death and death mark.

Standing under him were Xiao Dilu, Yelu Haolu, Xiao Agu, Han Yanhui and hundreds of civil and military officials.

Four bearded male attendants stood on both sides with iron bones in their hands, and the hall was majestic.

At dusk, the guards hurried to report.

"Qiqi Heavenly Khan, I just received news from the spy army that the chiefs of the various tribes have arrived at the city gate, and then they will arrive."

Yelu Abaoji couldn't help but be overjoyed: "They are finally here"!

Han Yanhui took a step forward: "Qiyu Heavenly Khan, there is no one who can stand on behalf of the monarch of the Central Plains." Weichen thought that long pain was better than short pain. Wangtian Khan made a decision early, but he had no worries."

Yelu Abao nodded knowingly, and said to Xiao Dilu: "General, you wait to get ready, when Yan Yin is in full swing, kill him by surprise." (To be continued.) )