Zhao Si shrank behind everyone and couldn't help but smash his tongue.

To be honest, he has seen a lot of people who are not afraid of death, but he is clearly surrounded by groups like this Mongolian meticulous work, and there is no way to go to heaven and earth, but he still pretends to be not afraid of death, and he still rarely sees it.

So he wanted to nod his head and praise "good man", and then wanted to ridicule "melon skin".

When he died, he was still ruthless, and he was afraid that this Mongolian fine work would be skinned alive by Fuzun.

However, Zhao Si didn't know what the "Prime Minister of the Southern Han Land" in his mouth was, this kind of Mongolian official position, it was not easy for an ordinary catcher in the Great Song Dynasty to come into contact with it, so when he heard Kublai Khan's loud shouting, there was no wave in his heart.

But when I heard the ears of the prefect of Xiangyang, it was different.

Xiangyang is an important town, always vigilant to the wind and grass north of the Yangtze River, sent to spy on the news of the same many spies, at least some of the information on the surface will continue to be sent, the name of Kublai Khan, the prime minister of Mongolia's Monan, he knows.

Not only did he know, but he also knew that not long ago, Kublai Khan led his troops to sweep through Henan, and when the troops were approaching Xiangyang, he suddenly stabbed Li and killed Hanzhong. When he first heard the news, he and the first cadre of the Jinghu System and Establishment Department breathed a sigh of relief, and they saw luck and amnesty in each other's eyes.

The person in front of you is Kublai Khan?

The face of the prefect of Xiangyang was cloudy, and he didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't dare not believe it.

Didn't this man fight the Sichuan soldiers in the Hanshui Valley? How could you fight with thugs in Xiangyang City?

The prefect is an old man, and decades of life experience and the ups and downs of the sea tell him that this is impossible.

But the big man in front of him held his head high, although he was wearing a tattered linen robe, but the momentum that came out of his indifferent eyes made people hesitate, so that the soldiers in the courtyard did not dare to move, and they all turned back to look at their bosses.

The prefect's anger was suffocated, and everyone waved his sleeves: "Take it!" Tie it first! ”

It doesn't matter if you're true or not, the land of the Great Song Dynasty can't let you be so arrogant.

As for distinguishing the true from the false, and how to deal with it after distinguishing it, such important matters should be decided by higher-level figures.

Kublai Khan sneered and let the Song soldiers tie him, and the sturdy hemp rope was wrapped around him like a tree vine climbing all over the mountain wall, like a zongzi. Then under the hug of a large group of Song soldiers, he was escorted away.

Before leaving, the prefect stopped the officer who led the team, and ordered with an expressionless face: "This person does not need to be detained in the prefect's yamen, but directly sent to the yamen of the envoy department. ”

Then he walked out quickly, didn't even sit in the sedan chair, and jumped directly on a healthy horse that he brought in, and rushed towards the Yamen of the envoy in a hurry.

Zhao Si looked at this scene from behind, but he was confused, and thought in his heart: "Is this person really a big man?" Why do big shots come to be fine-grained? ”

The prefect was wiped out of dust together, and rushed to the yamen of the envoy who was separated by two streets.

The system makes the Yamen of the Xiangyang Prefect more generous, at least there are five rooms in the opening of the gate, the stone lion in front of the door of the copper nail gate is majestic and majestic, the twelve poles of the row of halberds plus dozens of flags swaggering in the wind carry a strong murderous aura that is different from the ordinary government, and the sharp rejection of horses and the patrol soldiers with the waist of the tiger standing at the door make ordinary people dare not approach.

In the past, although the prefect of Xiangyang was only one rank worse than the Jinghu system, it was at the same level in grade, and he would also get off the sedan chair outside the refusal of the horse, and slowly enter the name thorn, and the rules were sufficient. In the order of the officials.

But today, the prefect of Xiangyang crashed into the horse rejection pile, and when he jumped down, he almost planted on the spur with the tip facing up, and the guards surrounded him in an uproar.

The prefect of Xiangyang naturally had no intention of ignoring them, and after asking Jia Rudao that he was inside, he even waived the report with the hem of his official uniform, and broke in directly.

Turn the two walls around the corridor, pass the festival hall straight into the backyard, you can see it from a distance, in a small lakeside building in the back garden, Jia seems to be playing chess with two Qing guests to drink tea, and be at ease.

There was a fast-paced little guy running in front, taking the lead to report the news, Jia Rudao stood up with a frown, and just walked to the steps outside the small building, he met the panting Xiangyang prefect.

"Boss, be more steady, you and I are members of the court, what kind of system do you have to fall into the eyes of others in such a hurry?" Jia Rudao couldn't help but say something heavy, and shook his sleeves by the way.

The old prefect didn't have the heart to care about how unkind Jia Yidao, who was many years younger than him, but after his breath was even, he casually arched his hand to accuse him, and then roared urgently: "My lord, I just caught a Mongolian fine work outside, claiming to be Kublai Khan, the prime minister of Mongolia, and the lower officials don't dare to make decisions without permission, hurry up and ask the adults to decide!" ”

Jia seemed to be happy, and looked at him playfully: "Isn't this simple?" If it's a fake, you'll have people drag it out and cut it down. ”

The meaning of the words is very clear, you're afraid that you're old and confused, just come and call yourself Kublai Khan, are you serious? Have you been an official for so many years?

The prefect of Xiangyang shook his head with a wry smile, and took out the wrench from his arms: "My lord, look at this, this is from the Mongolian man." ”

Jia Rudao raised his eyebrows, took the wrench and looked at it.

"According to people who have stayed in the Northland, the name of the pattern on it is the family coat of arms of the Mongolian chieftain Temujin, and ordinary people cannot engrave it...... Therefore, the subordinate officials did not dare to move. ”

Listening to the narration of the Xiangyang prefect, the frivolous look on Jia Rudao's face disappeared, and he looked solemn, and the hand that wanted to throw the wrench back was picked up again, and he came to the front of him to look at it carefully.

"Go, call all those who have come back from the north." After turning his head sideways and saying a word to the little guy next to him, Jia Rudao turned his head to look at the Xiangyang prefect.

"Where is this man now?" He asked.

As soon as the words fell, there were footsteps at the moon gate of the garden, and the two armored sergeants walked in quickly, and saw Jia Rudao talking to the Xiangyang prefect from a distance, and quickly stopped, standing still and watching.

One of the two was a sergeant guarding the gate of the Dispatch Division, and the other was a sergeant who escorted prisoners from the prefect's yamen, and the prefect of Xiangyang recognized him.

"I'm probably there, and I should be waiting outside the lobby now." The prefect of Xiangyang looked sideways and replied.

Jia Rudao narrowed his eyes and squeezed his hands tightly: "Let's go, take a look!" ”

He became vigorous, changed his tired breath just now, and ran forward in three steps and two steps, and rushed into the lobby.

As soon as he sat down on the Taishi chair in the middle, Jia Rudao immediately ordered: "Quickly bring up the Mongolian fine work!" ”

A few stout sergeants standing in front of the hall had just shouted "Order", and Jia Rudao changed his mind again.

"Wait! Let me go down and find out for myself! ”

"Huh?" Before the sergeants could react, Jia Rudao had already walked past them, walked out of the deep hall, and came to the bluestone steps in front of the hall.

Kublai Khan, who was under the stairs, stood in a group of Song soldiers with swords and guns, staring at him.

The two of them met their eyes, their eyes swirling in the air, and they looked at each other's figures and clothes again.

Kublai Khan's eyes were cold and arrogant, with unquestionable pride.

Jia Rudao's expression was suspicious and unpredictable.

The scene was silent for a while, and was broken by a few people who came in a hurry.

"Master Jia, I've waited." Several sweaty officials were brought to Jia Nidao by the doorman, bowing their heads and singing.

Jia Rudao didn't raise his eyelids, but turned his head sideways, pointed in the direction of Kublai Khan with one hand and asked softly: "A few of you have been to Mongolia with the court envoys, and have seen many Mongolian chieftains, and come to identify who this person is." ”

Several people listened, and looked sideways in the direction of his finger.

Two of them changed their faces in an instant.

(End of chapter)