Chapter 910 One More City

The envoy of the Timurid Empire, Shahru, and the envoy of the Sultan of Hari, Moro, stayed in the Huitong Pavilion respectively.

Harry Sultan sent people to Daming so urgently, he had no choice but to suffer. At the beginning, the three of them competed for the throne, he took the lead, the imperial grandson took the righteousness, and the fourth emperor uncle Shaharu was the smallest, but after the imperial grandson was killed by his rebellious general, Shaharu took the opportunity to jump up, in the name of avenging the imperial grandson, he won over many of the emperor's grandson's old departments.

Hari Sultan needs the support of the Ming Dynasty, even if it is moral, enough to generate great political power. Prince Shaharu had the same thoughts. In the East, Zhu Di, the uncle of the Four Emperors, successfully completed the Battle of Jingjing, turning the impossible into a possibility, becoming the only emperor in Chinese history to successfully rebel as a vassal king. In the West, the same scene is being repeated, and the imperial uncle is also the fourth in line.

The difference is that the Timurid Empire does not have a long history of the unification of the Chinese Empire, so as soon as Timur died, the imperial family was in civil war and strife, and the entire empire immediately fell apart. Therefore, Shaharu wisely chose to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, the same country, the missions belonging to two political forces, came to the Ming Dynasty at the same time.

However, in terms of the country's military, although Hari Sultan is slightly inferior to Shaharu, but in terms of winning the support of the Ming Dynasty, Hari Sultan has a secret hole card: Xia Xun!

Although Sultan Harry's envoy arrived today, his envoy had already infiltrated the Central Plains and made contact with Xia Xun. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental, when they were about to enter the Yingtianfu realm, there was a sudden conflict, and the dead just included their interpreters, all of which were at the behest of Xia Xun.

The furnishings of the hall are very luxurious, and the brocade quilt embroidered on the large bed with sour branches and carved branches is very comfortable, but Lord Moro, the envoy of the Sultan of Harry, sat under the lamp, just drinking tea cup by cup, and did not feel sleepy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window lattice, once, two, three, three, pause, and then three times, and the Moro eagle's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice: "The door is not closed, come in!" ”

After a few moments, there was a "squeak", and a thin, smart-looking bearded man flashed in, wearing a cyan costume that would be extremely difficult to detect when he escaped into the night.

"Sit! What did Yang Xu say? ”

The young man sat down on the chair across the table, took out a letter from his bosom, and said, "This is from one of his people, telling you to do what you want, and his man says that it is a confidential matter and that you can only read it, your lordship." ”

Moro exchanged news with Xia Xun several times before, all through the man in front of him, today the other party actually wrote a letter, Moro couldn't help but be moved, hurriedly snatched the letter, carefully inspected the fire paint seal, and then moved the lamp closer, and opened the letter under the lamp. As soon as the letter was opened, Moro was stunned, and there was nothing on the letter.

The young man said, "Oh, the man said, bake it on the fire a little, and the handwriting will appear." ”

When Moro heard this, he hurriedly took off the lampshade, unfolded the letter paper, and baked it by the candle flame, and sure enough, the handwriting appeared on the letter. Moro was amazed, but he had no time to inquire about the principle, so he hurriedly bowed his head to read the letter. After reading the letter, Moro narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face showed a cloudy and uncertain expression.

The young man hurriedly asked, "My lord, what did Yang Xu say in the letter?" ”

Moro shook his head slightly, lowered his head and read the letter again, this time only half of it, the letter suddenly burst to the ground, and burst into flames, Moro was startled, and quickly let go, and the letter fell to the table with flames, and in an instant it burned into ashes. The young man stood up in astonishment, amazed at the miraculous scene.

Moro slowly stood up, pacing slowly in the room with a calm face, the two curly mustaches on his lips trembling with his steps.

After pacing for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, Moro beckoned, "Heiqi, come here!" ”

Hei Qi hurried to his side and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, please command!" ”

Moro grabbed him by the shoulder and whispered, "Heiqi, in a while, you go ......"

Hei Qi was listening carefully, and suddenly felt a huge pain in his ribs, and hurriedly swept around, and saw that Lord Moro was holding a sharp scimitar with a length of a foot in his hand, the scimitar was like a string moon, and a drop of red blood was circulating on the blade, and Hei Qi's ribs were already surging with blood.

"Your Excellency, you ...... What are you doing? ”

Hei Qi covered his ribs, blood gushed like a spring, where could he cover it, he only felt that his physical strength was connected with life, and it was passing rapidly.

Moro smiled coldly, leaned forward, and stabbed him fiercely, straight into his heart, and the knife was stuck all the way to the handle!

Heiqi looked surprised, angry, and puzzled, but he couldn't wait for an answer, and as soon as Moro let go, he slowly fell.

Moro stood quietly for a while, picked up the unfinished cup of tea and drank it slowly, and shouted in a deep voice, "Someone! ”

Two samurai flashed outside the door, and when they saw the situation in the room, they were slightly stunned, but they did not speak.

Moro commanded: "Clean the room, change his robe, and throw him at the door of the bruised courtyard!" ”

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The night is deep, and the lights are still on in the backyard of the Han Palace.

Han King Zhu Gaoxu paced around the room angrily, the scene during the day hurt him too much, and now when I think about it, my face is still spicy. What a shame! Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, has there been such an embarrassing thing? Since ancient times, has there ever been such an embarrassing thing? It should have been a great opportunity for me to make a public appearance in the temple, but now it has become a laughing stock!

Chen Ying sat under the lamp, like an old monk in a fixed position, his body did not move, his eyes did not move, only the occasional stroke of his beard and hand brought him a trace of vitality.

"Lord Chen, when you say this, is it that the Ministry of Rites is working with the prince to make ghosts and deliberately humiliate the king?"

Chen Ying shook her head slightly: "No!" Your Highness doesn't need to be suspicious, although it is His Highness who humiliates this matter, it is the Ministry of Rites who does not do well. Lu Zhen is a good sycophant and power-loving, and he will definitely not smear his performance appraisal, and when Xie Jin was the first assistant of the cabinet, he once ridiculed this Lu Zhen for not learning and not knowing, as a courtesy official, and he didn't know the general situation. Although Xie Jin's mouth stinks, the evaluation of the merits is still accurate, this Lu Zhen is not thoughtful, it is not surprising that he did such a foolish thing. Moreover, the minister has learned that the Mongolian Pavilion in the Siyi Pavilion is indeed only the only two interpreters, who know the Mongolian and Jurchen languages. Further west, the languages of the nations of the Western Regions are not well understood. ”

Zhu Gaoxu gasped for breath, sat down stupidly and said: "He doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, but what he loses is the face of this king." It's only been half a day, and this king has become the laughing stock of Jiucheng! ”

Chen Ying said: "Your Royal Highness bravely crowns the three armies, which the prince cannot compare with in any case." This matter has indeed become a joke, but even if the crown prince comes forward, it will be the same ending, is the prince proficient in the language of the Timurid Empire? The small people in the countryside, but if they have one thing, they are all complacent and ridiculed, and His Royal Highness does not have to take it to heart. The Chinese martial arts of the dynasty are all sensible, even if they think it is funny, they will not look down on His Highness because of this. ”

Chen Ying smiled and said: "The Ministry of Rites has stepped up its tension and is looking for people who are proficient in the languages of the Western Regions, and let their envoys live in the same hall first, and when the Ministry of Rites finds someone who understands their language, His Highness will meet them again." ”

Zhu Gaoxu nodded sullenly and sighed: "That's it!" ”

Chen Ying stood up and arched his hand: "In this case, please rest your highness earlier, and the old minister will leave!" ”

Zhu Gaoxu also stood up hurriedly and said, "It's too late, don't go back to the house, come on, clean up the guest room, and wait for Lord Chen to rest." ”

Chen Ying hurriedly said: "It's not proper, Your Highness's Palace, how can the old minister be ......?"

Zhu Gaoxu said: "Hey, what do you care about such a trivial matter." My father is not in the capital, and I don't need to go to court early, so I can rest here. ”

Chen Ying thanked again and again, and was led by the palace attendant to the West Wing guest room. Chen Ying untied her clothes, only wore a white coat, and after washing her face and face, she took off her socks, scalded her feet with hot water, and asked the little chamberlain to dry them, then she lay on the bed and pulled a quilt across her waist and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but in my sleep, I heard someone shouting: "Master Chen, get up quickly!" Master Chen, hurry up! ”

Chen Ying suddenly woke up after hearing a few sounds, her eyes were open, and she heard the voice in a panic, as if she was in her ears, she couldn't help but sit up in shock, and asked in a loud voice, "Who is it?" What's the matter? ”

Someone outside the door shouted: "Hurry up, sir, get dressed, Your Highness has something urgent!" ”

Chen Ying hurriedly lit the lamp, put on her socks, put on her boots, put on her clothes and hat, and tied her waist with a leather belt.

When I arrived at the front living room, I saw that King Han was disheveled, without a hat on his head, and his hair was loose and loose, and he was turning around in the hall. Chen Ying hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Your Highness, what's going on?" ”

Zhu Gaoxu was waiting for him, and when he saw him coming, he didn't say a word, but with a big hand, like a pair of iron tongs, he grabbed his wrist and said urgently: "Hurry up!" Come on! The two groups of birdmen in Timur's country are fighting again in the same hall! ”

At dawn, Zhu Gaoxu stood in the courtyard of the Huitong Hall with red eyes and black gray hair, staring at the hall in front of him that was burned to ashes. Lu Zhen, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and Meng Fusheng, the waiter, were on the left and right, their faces were full of black ash, and there were a few holes in their official clothes, looking like two little ghosts on the left and right of the king of Hades.

Lu Zhen said: "The house only burned the front one, there were no casualties among the staff of the pavilion, the injured of the Timurid envoys were not counted, nineteen people died, eight people died on the left side of the courtyard, and eleven people died on the right side of the courtyard. ”

Meng Fusheng said: "Both sides have been controlled, but they can't understand each other, so they haven't figured out why there is another dispute." ”

Zhu Gaoxu was so angry that he trembled all over, and shouted: "Control! Control the fart! Arrest them all, ...... them all"

Before he could say anything, someone suddenly heard in his ears: "Your Highness! ”

Zhu Gaoxu turned his head, and he didn't see which official it was, so he said viciously: "If there is a fart, let it go!" ”

Yang Shiqi said expressionlessly: "The prince has invited King Han!" ”

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