"Juncheng, if you have seen Yan Aguda, you will think the same way!" When the Supreme Zen Master said this, he sighed.

"Then Zen master, do you think the Jin people will keep their promise?" Zhou Ping asked suspiciously.

"No!" Zhishan shook his head: "I believe that as long as Wanyan Aguta is alive, the Jin people will not destroy the alliance, in my opinion, he is satisfied with what he has obtained, the only thing he thinks about is to capture his enemy Emperor Liao, and Wanyan Aguda may also consider that if he fights with the Great Song Dynasty, I am afraid he may not be able to control the heroes under him, if he wants to pass on the throne to his son, it is not such a wise choice to continue the war." But the other Jin chiefs didn't think so, they had been whetted by the spoils of war from the Liao, and were thinking of getting more and more fertile land. ”

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ping became a little confused.

"It's nearly sixty years old after that, and people always have to die!" Zhishan whispered.

Zhou Ping nodded silently, he only knew from the history books of later generations that soon after the Song and Jin jointly destroyed Liao, the Jin people marched south to occupy Bianliang, but who presided over the attack did not know. In these specific details, he believes in the view of perfection, after all, the other party has been with the high-level of the Jin people for a long time, and he still admires the eyes of the heroic monk in front of him.

"The soldiers are expensive, not expensive for a long time, it's better to fight quickly!" After half a ring, Zhou Ping said firmly.

Just as the comparison of the strengths of the two sides has changed, the specifications of the envoys sent by the Song side to Yanjing have also changed accordingly. The envoy of this mission was no more than an official in his early forties named Zhao Zongli. His main task is to tear up the covenant of Song and Jin in a more dignified way, and pave the way for the war against Yan that is in full swing, of course, he also has a task under the table, that is, to lay a good cover for Zhou Ping, who served as the deputy envoy of the mission, to discuss the surrender with Li Chuwen. Compared with Yanjing, the treatment of the envoys of the Song side who came was greatly improved, and Xiao Huaidan, the minister of the Southern Courtyard of Xuanhui of Liao, came to greet him, which just reflected the gap between the two sides in terms of real strength.

New city, the back hall of the post house.

"Revisiting the old place, but it's already a thing!" Zhou Ping looked at the furnishings in the hall with some emotion, just about two years ago. As an attaché of Han Xiaoxuan's mission, he also accepted the banquet of the Liao side here. He also found an opportunity to extort a large amount of money from the state official named Yelu Yuncheng at that time as the first pot of gold in his career. More than two years have passed in a flash, and now he is the legitimate deputy envoy of the Song Fang Mission, and secretly he is responsible for the official mission of the Xuanfu envoys in Hebei and Hedong. If this rebellion against the Han officials is successful. It is just an ordinary thing to be sent out to be the ruler of one party and to promote all the way. Although Tong Guan's reputation in the history books is not very good, he is still very generous to his capable subordinates.

"Xiao Xianggong, the affairs of the Southern Courtyard of Xuanhui of Daliao, has arrived!"

A high-pitched voice woke Zhou Ping up from his thoughts, and he hurriedly stood up. Bowed down and saluted the host of the banquet who came out of the back of the hall, no matter what, now that the Song and Liao sides have not started a war, as an equal regime, the official position of Xiao Huaidan and Xiao Xianggong is much higher than that of Zhou Ping and Zhao Zong as the envoy, this kind of superficial etiquette must not be lost.

"Your envoy is exempt, exempt!"

Zhou Ping raised his head and was about to follow the envoy to say a few perfunctory words, when suddenly Zhou Ping's body trembled, and he almost lost his voice and shouted.

"This, isn't this person the Khitan nobleman who was killed by Xiao Puxian in the pagoda of the Pure Dirt Temple?" Zhou Ping's head suddenly seemed like a pot of porridge, it turned out that Xiao Huaidan was about thirty or forty years old, his face was full of beard, and his eyebrows were alive and well that Zhou Ping and the old official Wen Cheng saw in the pagoda that night The killed Khitan nobleman, but at that time, he and Wen Cheng had carefully examined the corpse, and Xiao Puxian's knife was just pierced in the heart, and ten lives were gone, how could he appear here now?

"Deputy Envoy Zhou, Deputy Envoy Zhou!" On the side, Zhao Zong's face was already a little unsightly, as a scholar who had studied hard for ten years, he naturally didn't look down on Zhou Ping, a martial artist who was lucky enough to take the position, and saw that Zhou Ping was so out of shape at this kind of formal diplomatic banquet, not only ignored the other party's questioning, but also stared at the other party, if it wasn't for outsiders, otherwise those "puppets and old revolutions" would have been exported.

"Xiao Xianggong forgive me!" Zhou Ping came back to his senses at this time, hurriedly bowed down to apologize, and said with a wry smile: "As soon as Xia Guan saw Xiao Xianggong, he felt quite kind, he must have seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while!" ”

"Oh?" Xiao Huaidan said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's unlikely, if the official has seen it, he will definitely not forget it." His words are not all false compliments, Zhou Ping has also enjoyed the sufficient nutrition of modern society since he was a child, with a height of one meter eight, wide shoulders and a wide back, which is indeed dignified in ancient times, which is unforgettable at first sight.

"Xiang Gong praised it!" Zhou Ping still didn't give up, and then asked: "But Xia Guan once sent an envoy to Yanjing a few years ago, maybe he just saw Xiao Xianggong in the crowd, but Xiao Xianggong never saw him!" ”

"Deputy Envoy Zhou!" Zhao Zong's face became more and more ugly, obviously he couldn't stand Zhou Ping's practice of making friends regardless of the occasion, presumably he was already cursing in his stomach at this time why he sent such an unseemly guy to be his deputy envoy, let alone perform other tasks.

"That's still unlikely, Xia Guan has been an official in Xijing for more than ten years, and he only returned to Yanjing more than half a year ago!" This Xiao Huaidan's temper is not bad, and his face did not change color when he was questioned by Zhou Ping like this: "Presumably, what Deputy Envoy Zhou saw was the official's brother, and he looked very similar to a certain family, even the people who were very close to him were often confused." ”

"I see!" Zhou Ping pretended to be impassive and said with a smile: "When I saw Brother Ling at that time, I thought that my style was outstanding, and today, I think he is becoming more and more outstanding!" ”

"Hey!" Speaking of this, Xiao Huaidan's face suddenly became gloomy, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip and said: "Deputy Envoy Duolao Zhou is worried, my brother has been assassinated more than two years ago and died!" ”

"What?" Zhou Ping's face was shocked, but his stomach was secretly happy, it seems that he and Wen Cheng saw on the pagoda that evening that the person who was assassinated by Xiao Puxian was Xiao Huaidan's brother, it seems that this person still doesn't know why his brother died, this is a good card, maybe when it will be played out will have a miraculous effect. Thinking of this, Zhou Ping pretended to have a sad look on his face, and sighed: "The officials are talking nonsense, I don't want to touch your sore spot, Xiao Xianggong asks for forgiveness." Speaking of this, Zhou Ping stood up and bowed down.

"Deputy Envoy Zhou, please get up!" Xiao Huaidan hurriedly got up and got out of the way, not receiving Zhou Ping's big salute, and Zhou Ping had the heart to accept it, so he must give up the salute before stopping, and the two sides retreated a few times, Xiao Huaidan accepted Zhou Ping's half-salute with half push and half concession. Next, Zhou Ping carefully settled in the banquet, and after a banquet, Xiao Huaidan felt a lot better about Zhou Ping, after all, the current situation is that Yanjing City actually controls only the territory of six or seven states, and its regime can be said to be a candle in the wind, but the Great Song Dynasty has hundreds of military states and millions of soldiers, and the difference in strength between the two sides cannot not affect the psychology of the envoys on both sides.

At the end of the banquet, according to diplomatic practice, Zhao Zong and Zhou Ping sent Xiao Huaidan out of the door of the post house, and as soon as the two returned to the inner hall, Zhao Zong asked sharply: "Deputy Envoy Zhou, what are you doing at the banquet just now?" What a faux pas! ”

"Zhao Zheng, please forgive me!" Zhou Ping said with a smile: "A certain family is sent by another party, but it is inconvenient to say it to you at this time, and when the big thing is completed, it will naturally be said that Shangguan will know!" ”

"Good, good!" Zhao Zong's face was red because of Zhou Ping's high-sounding words, but he couldn't get up, and stood up in a hurry: "Deputy Zhou told you to do it yourself, and the official went to rest first!" ”

Looking at the back of Zhao Zong's departure, Zhou Ping's face became gloomy, he didn't mean to provoke the other party, it was really impossible to tell the truth, he sat there and thought for a while, got up and walked towards the residence of the best monk.

Due to the sensitive status of the monks, the supreme monk did not receive any official position in the mission, and he did not participate in this dinner, but only stayed in the room to participate in meditation. He heard Zhou Ping's voice from outside, and said with a smile: "Juncheng, please come in!" ”

"Zen Master, I have something to tell you, please refer to it!" Zhou Ping took out the short knife of Xiao Puxian's murder from his arms and put it on the table, and recounted the fact that he and Wen Cheng were playing in the Pure Dirt Temple that day, and happened to bump into Xiao Puxian in the pagoda to kill people, and today he found that the person who was killed happened to be the brother of Xiao Huaidan, the envoy of the Liao State.

"Zen master, what do you think should be done?"

Zhishan didn't answer immediately, he picked up the short knife and played with it in his hand for a while, put it back on the table, and said in a low voice: "Who else knows about this?" ”

"I, the Zen master, and the Wen Cheng at that time."

"Hmm!" Zhishan nodded: "This killing of my brother is big and big, and small and small." After all, at this time, Yeluchun had ascended the throne as the emperor, Xiao Puxian was already the queen of a country, and more than two years had passed since the person who was killed had become a dry bone. With this knife alone, there are too many words to be done! ”

"What the Zen master said is right!" Zhou Ping had already heard the other party's voice, and said with a smile: "If it is just this knife, I will naturally not be able to do anything." But what if there's something else? The embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, although this short knife is small, who knows that it will not become the anthill of this Yanjing City? (To be continued......)