Chapter Seventy-Two
Xirong and Beiyi armistice to negotiate peace, Yeli Baohua did not deceive Zhong Shuyu, and three days later, Beiyi's delegation also came to Lin'an.
And with the Beiyi mission settled in the post house, the Xirong mission realized that something was wrong.
Originally, there was no comparison, and they didn't think that Dayu had a bad attitude, but as soon as the Beiyi delegation compared, the gap came out.
Don't say anything else, let's just say that this is the most basic food, Dayu to the Xirong mission is Dayu's food, although there is no harsh treatment, but there is no care, and then look at the Beiyi mission next door, Dayu also specially sent people to cook grassland food, as if they are afraid that they will not be used to eating.
After the people below made this discovery, they immediately reported it to Yeli Baohua, which also made Yeli Baohua a little confused, so he ordered a vigilant investigation, and this investigation found that they Xirong was behind the blame.
"Madam, the people of Dayu all say that it was our Xirong who killed the king of Zhenbei." Yeli Baohua's guards said indignantly: "But it's too late for us to fight Beiyi, how can we still have the heart to fight with the Zhong family's army, madam, you have to clarify when you see Emperor Dayu." โ
Yeli Baohua didn't speak, only waved him down, and when there was no one in the house, he slowly took out a small portrait of himself.
She is over thirty years old, and even if she is well maintained, there are still a few lines at the corners of her eyes, but fortunately, she has already ordered someone to draw her youthful appearance, and it will feel better to look at her heart at this time.
Regarding the matter of the king of Zhenbei, although it was not their Xirong who did it, she also knew a thing or two about the inside story, and it was not appropriate to clarify this matter, or rather, they Xirong had to carry it for a while for a while.
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Taiyi Palace.
Today, Emperor Zhao called Liu Zhiyin, Zhang Guanhai, and the wine prince together, and he didn't say anything when everyone arrived, but just let everyone look at the painting: "What do you see?" โ
Zhang Guanhai, the prime minister with the highest official position, looked at Liu Zhiyin, Liu Zhiyin didn't look at him, as if he was interested in a tree in the painting, and a pair of eyes were staring at it; So Zhang Guanhai turned his head to look at the wine prince again, and the wine prince didn't look at him, only shook the folding fan, and silently read the poem on the painting in his mouth.
So Zhang Guanhai could only bite the bullet and say: "Weichen thinks that this painting is excellent." โ
Emperor Zhao didn't seem to see the prime minister's embarrassment, and asked again, "Oh? Where's the good? โ
"Where is it good to ......" Zhang Guanhai's eyes flickered, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Weichen thinks that this tree is good!" This poem is good! Your Majesty, you can't see that Lord Liu and the wine prince can't get back to their senses! โ
Emperor Zhao wiped a smile in his eyes, threw the painting on the ground casually, and decided not to tease him: "This is a painting copied by the secret agent from the Xirong Mission. โ
"Huh?"
Zhang Guanhai's mouth opened slightly, as if it was unbelievable.
In fact, it is not to blame Zhang Guanhai, it is really damaging to the eyes of this painting, the lines are crooked, and there is no color filling, but a silhouette is outlined with black ink, and the tree is recognized by his powerful imagination.
"The Sijon mission brings this... What does a failed work do? As soon as he heard that it was brought by Xirong, Zhang Guanhai became unpolite: "At this level, Lord Liu's youngest grandson paints better than this!" โ
Liu Zhiyin didn't give him a look, just nodded slightly in agreement.
"I can't figure out what they're doing with this painting." Emperor Zhao walked down from the table and showed a strange expression: "The secret agent said that it was put together with the gift to be given to us. โ
"Aren't they trying to poison our eyes?" Zhang Guanhai said coolly.
"The younger brother thinks what the prime minister said is reasonable." The wine prince echoed, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed.
Emperor Zhao laughed a few times, and his heart was a lot more relaxed, so he put this matter aside and asked again: "Is there anything unusual between the Xirong and Beiyi missions?" โ
"There is nothing else, it's just that Yeli Baohua met Zhong Zhuoyu a few days ago."
"Oh?" Emperor Zhao raised his eyebrows, but his expression was not surprised at all.
The wine prince said: "It was the day when Fu Zhengwei was late." โ
"Since she went to see the scene, she must have received our beating meaning, and she shouldn't be able to do anything in Lin'an." Zhang Guanhai smiled confidently.
Liu Zhiyin also echoed: "In the end, it is in our capital of Chongqing, even if they want to do something, they can't do it." I'm more worried about Zhong Yuyu than they are. โ
Zhang Guanhai: "What is there to worry about the girl of the Zhong family?" โ
Liu Zhiyin gave him a "you don't understand" look, and sighed with the wine prince: "She is not a safe person." โ
"What are you afraid of, wasn't her father also this virtue when he was young, he wiped his father's ass too much, and we were afraid of a small one?"
Speaking of King Zhenbei, the other two stopped talking, but Emperor Zhao smiled and looked nostalgic: "Speaking of which, this girl of the Zhong family is also a good person, and earlier today, the Beiyi delegation also looked for it." โ
"What are you doing with her?"
"What are you looking for me?"
Zhong Zhiyu was lying on the couch enjoying the time when he had nothing to do, when he heard a report from the porter, saying that the Beiyi delegation had come to visit.
"Miss, could it be Princess Bei Chuan?" Chunhe was depressed for a few days, and sure enough, as Zhong Zhuyu expected, he returned to his original temperament.
"No, if Bei Chuan is sure that she came to me, and the Beiyi Mission is still in crepe."
Zhong Shuyu rolled his eyes, picked up a grape from the fruit bowl and threw it into his mouth: "No, you just say I'm taking a nap." โ
The porter got the letter and withdrew, and Chun He obediently went over to peel grapes for Zhong Shuyu, and asked puzzledly, "Why didn't Miss see you?" What if it's really someone you know? โ
"Except for Bei Chuan, who do you think I have a good relationship with Beiyi?"
"Hmm... Rabadji? โ
"Oh, he doesn't count, at most he can only have a bad relationship, not a good friend."
"Then looking at it this way, it seems that the only people that Miss is good friends with are Princess Bei Chuan and Qin Gongzi?"
Zhong Zhiyu took a bite of grapes and stuffed his mouth full: "Why don't you talk about Jinxiu, I'm also very good with Jinxiu." โ
Chunhe: "...... Miss Wan probably doesn't think so. โ
"That's because you don't know her. Don't look at her like this, she actually likes me in her heart. Saying that, Zhong Zhuyu nodded vigorously, trying to make Chunhe believe his words: "Anyway, she will definitely be good friends with me in the future." โ
Haruwa: ... It's good if you're happy.
"Miss, the Beiyi Mission left you a gift." The voice of the porter came from outside the door again.
"The gift is good, Haru and let's take a look." Zhong Zhiyu picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, and looked at the gifts brought by the concierge in a good mood.
I saw a yak firmly tied to the pillar at the door, and there were several guards around it in the gatehouse, as if they were afraid that it would break free from the rope and escape.
Zhong Shuyu: ...... She was now somewhat convinced that it was a gift from Bei Chuan.
"Why didn't Bei Chuan kill it and send it to me to make beef jerky, she didn't know that Dayu didn't allow cattle to be slaughtered!"