In the blink of an eye, the originally bustling street was immediately empty, giving way to a middle avenue. Sima Chuan avoided the flow of people and looked ahead.

I saw a mighty group of cavalry galloping slowly and calmly, and the leader was still an acquaintance, Tian Qianzhen. Behind him was a carriage, and on the flat bed were dozens of wooden boxes with open lids, and inside were human heads, some of which were even angry and frightened. Behind them are a string of Beihu aliens tied with ropes, all looking depressed.

Sima Chuan had just arrived in Jizhou to visit Mo Xiaodie, so he didn't know what was going on, and was about to find someone to inquire, when he heard the two men in front of him already whispering.

"I heard that King Anjun has wiped out the leaders of the nine tribes closest to our Fan Yang this time, it's really amazing!"

"That is, King Anjun is brave and strategic, and he is not ready to deal with a few barbarians outside the fortress."

"Hey, then do you know how King Anjun captured these barbarians?"

"I heard that it was the king of Anjun who invited these barbarian leaders to the banquet, but unexpectedly, the barbarians wanted to assassinate the king of Anjun at the banquet, but fortunately, the palace had already prepared and did not let them succeed, and finally killed and beheaded them all! You see, those wooden boxes contain the heads of the barbarian leaders! ”

Sima Chuan's brows furrowed slightly when he heard this. First of all, killing so many Beihu leaders at once must have a great impact on the business that has just been negotiated, and the hard work to get through this line has reduced the cost a lot, I thought that I could finally breathe a sigh of relief before the year, but now I don't know if the business can be done after the spring next year; Secondly, how can there be a stupid thing to dare to assassinate someone else's territory to a banquet? Do you really think that the people over there in Beihu have no brains? There must be something hidden in it!

Just as he was thinking about it, another hawker next to him spoke in a low voice:

"But I heard that these barbarian leaders were poisoned by drinking poisonous wine."

"Huh?" "No......"

Sima Chuan's heart moved, and the carriage carrying the head of the person came to him. When I looked closely, there was nothing unusual about the head buried in the lime, the weather was cold, and the severed head did not rot and deteriorate, and there was a peculiar smell. Sima Chuan looked at the terrifying human heads, thoughtful.

If a person is poisoned, if it takes a little longer, there may be a discoloration in the throat; If the toxin spreads upward, it will also be reflected in the nose and mouth. However, if someone is beheaded immediately after the poison, it is most likely impossible to tell whether they were killed or poisoned. Now there is no clue from the appearance of these heads, and the broken part of the neck is also buried in lime, so it is impossible to determine the true cause of death of these people. But because of this, Sima Chuan believed the peddler's words even more.

Tian Qianzhen rode on a horse and lazily glanced at the crowd in the middle of the road, and the pride in his heart was all written on his face. This time I went to Chang'an to offer prisoners, which is undoubtedly a very beautiful fat difference. Because if you have to walk into Beijing with 200 captives, the speed will inevitably not be fast, and it will just harass the place. What's more, the king also specially explained that he must rush to Mingde Gate in the early morning of the Yuan Day, and then go directly from Danfeng Gate to Hanyuan Hall Square to celebrate the New Year for the Holy New Year! Neither sooner nor sooner! In this way, not to mention what rewards Chang'an will receive from the imperial court, it is the filial piety of officials from all over the way...... Hahaha!

Sima Chuan looked at the long line of prisoners while continuing to listen attentively to the very whispered conversation of the three people.

"Hey Lao Zhao, look at that barbarian, it's so familiar, it looks like I've seen it somewhere."

"Who? Which one? ”

"That's it, the one on the outside, half shirtless. See? ”

"I saw it, I saw it, I was quite familiar. I just can't remember...... It's him! I remember, didn't that buy my mat the other day? You're there too! ”

"Yes, yes, I remembered. Isn't he some kind of trafficker of the Hatu Ministry? How did you get caught and become a prisoner? ”

Lao Zhao and his companions looked at each other, and then turned their heads in unison and said in unison: "Spy!?" ”

Later, the vendor who accosted him smiled when he heard the words: "Two old brothers, haven't you heard of it?" In our Jizhou City, now a Hu businessman has to be careful, I heard that the palace has caught a lot of Hu barbarian traders in the past two days, and they all say that they are fine. I don't know if it's true or not! ”

Sima Chuan had already understood everything when he heard this, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. It's too low!

deceived people to come to the feast, but poisoned them all; In order to cover up this despicable method, he slandered the honest Hu people and merchants into fine works, and arrested them as prisoners and presented them to the court in exchange for rewards. This is what I do in my dignified Tang Dynasty!

Looking at the anger of the few Hu people in the crowd dressed as Han people gritting their teeth and clenching their fists, and then sweeping the unconcealable hatred in their eyes, Sima Chuan let out a long sigh in his heart.

What about injustice? What can we do to sympathize with them?

For these things, I really can't do anything about it.

There are very few people like the peddler who have heard a little bit of "inside story", and these very few people are not sure what is true and what is false. The people who don't know the truth are still the majority, and now these "most" are already cheering, celebrating, thanking King Anjun for slashing the enemy, and thanking General Tian for his hard work all the way.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Sima Chuan felt that he was in a hurry, and he suddenly wanted to sleep and sleep beautifully.

Passing through the front hall of "Zhihe Zhai", as soon as he stepped into the middle courtyard, the shopkeeper Fang was sweating profusely and stepped forward.

"Childe, you're back. I just went out young, and when I came back, I heard from the guys that you had already gone to Nanjiangxuan......"

"Lao Fang, slow down, slow down, don't worry." Sima Chuan put on a warm smile.

"Yes, yes. You follow...... Mrs. Cheng...... Talked? ”

"Talk is talk about ......"

"Huh? Little damn it! You're in a hurry, and the little ones don't have time to tell you about the big events of the previous two days. King Anjun hosted a banquet for the leaders of the nine tribes a few days ago...... "Shopkeeper Fang is really anxious now."

"I already knew about this." Sima Chuan sighed slightly.

"Then this business will not be able to do it in the short term. The conditions you negotiated with her ......" Shopkeeper Fang looked at Sima Chuan blankly, for fear of hearing the news of the pain.

"It's not too harsh." Sima Chuan nodded and pursed his lips, "Old Fang, I was too reckless in this matter. However, this line will be opened sooner or later. Let's see as you go! As for the supply negotiated with Nan Jiangxuan...... I'll go again tomorrow and talk to Mrs. Cheng to see if I can take a break. ”

"Yes." Shopkeeper Fang calmed down a little, and then took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Sima Chuan, "Chang'an has sent a letter." ”

Sima Chuan took the envelope and nodded: "You go and get busy, I'll rest later." ”

Half-lying on the bed and reading the letter, Sima Chuan looked at the gloomy sky outside the window with some distraction.

Grandpa Guo asked him to return to Beijing as soon as possible, and he also explained that he would hand over the matter at hand to the old party, what was the big deal? Something to do with my uncle? Didn't my uncle go to Lishan to lead the troops?