The little chamberlain saw Rong Heng at a glance and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Nei bowed and bent over, and said with a respectful face: "The servant came to pass on Your Majesty's message, early tomorrow morning, the Western Qin delegation will come to visit the Pingyang Army Barracks, and Your Majesty will let the Nine Princesses prepare more solemnly." ”

Rong Heng and Changqing glanced at each other.

With his eyebrows moving slightly, Rong Heng said to Xiao Nei: "When did the mission of Western Qin arrive?" ”

The little chamberlain said, "I entered the palace in the middle of the afternoon today." ”

After a brief pause, the little chamberlain said again: "I don't know how the slaves are specific, but I heard from Gonggong Fu that before these people came, they didn't send the documents in advance, so Your Majesty only knew that they were coming when they arrived." ”

Rong Heng's eyes are cold.

Arrived unexpectedly, but in Kyoto at night, high-profile trouble.

A sneer tued at the corner of his mouth.

No matter what their intentions are, today, I'm afraid it will be the most difficult night in Du Zhiruo's life.

The uncle and aunt on Chaoyang Street are right, they get started, it's a street fight.

Street fighting, Du Zhiruo didn't even have a reason to let the emperor call the shots for him.

A twenty-year-old young talent, a figure at the level of a national treasure of the Western Qin, must remember to go deep into the bone marrow of this trip to Great Xia.

The people of Kyoto told him with their fists of strength what it means to be patriotic with strength.

"Who are the people here?" After a moment of silence, Rong Heng said again.

The little chamberlain said: "The leader of the mission is the youngest and most promising Shangshu in Western Qin, Du Shangshu. ”

"Du Shangshu has entered the palace?"

The little chamberlain shook his head, "When the slave came out, Du Shangshu had not entered the palace, but other courtiers of Western Qin had entered the palace. ”

Rong Heng frowned.

Xi Qin: What is this going to do.

When the mission entered Beijing, Du Zhiruo, who led the team, did not enter the palace, but sent his subordinate officials into the palace.

Despised the Great Xia Dynasty?

Provoking the imperial power?

Is it deliberately causing trouble?

Still have to do something.

It seems that tonight's beating is really unyielding to him.

With a bow, Rong Heng said: "Okay, this king knows, if my father says the emperor, this king will tell the princess, you go back." ”

The little chamberlain thanked Rong Heng and bowed and left.

As soon as he left, Changqing said to Rong Heng with a suspicious expression: "Your Highness, this is not quite right in Xiqin." Du Zhiruo didn't enter the palace! You said, he was on Gulou Street just now, what did he mean? ”

Rong Heng's face was slightly gloomy, and he was about to speak, when the curtain of the camp tent was lifted, and the soldiers who were holding a meeting inside rushed out.

Fu Xing stood at the door, saw them at a glance, and hurriedly beckoned: "Your Highness, come in." ”

In the tent, Su Qing closed the paperwork in hand, looked up at Rong Heng and said, "Why are you here?" I vomited for a day, rested at home for a while, and didn't sleep all night last night, how could my body stand it. ”

That being said, the eyes are very honest, and the sparkling eyes are full of joy.

Rong Heng sat on one side, Fuxing served tea, Rong Heng took a sip of hot tea, and smiled at Su Qing: "Thinking that I want to see Master at night, I will come to you directly." ”

Behind his back, Changqing handed the chicken leg to Fuxing, "Your favorite food, pepper chicken thigh, I also bought a portion of duck and duck." ”

Fuxing took the bag and frowned, "Why is the bag broken?" ”

Changqing slapped his head and said, "Oh no, it must have just been squeezed." ”

As he spoke, Changqing looked at Su Qing.

"The princess doesn't know what the slave and His Royal Highness experienced just now!"

Thinking of Du Zhiruo being beaten, Changqing's eyes were full of hot light.

Fu Xing nibbled on the chicken leg with pepper, and there was a more scorching light under his eyes, the light of gossip, "What what?" ”

In the next half pillar of incense, Changqingkou crackled in the river and told Rong Heng about being surrounded by the uncles and aunts on Chaoyang Street and Du Zhiruo being beaten.

When the words fell, Changqing raised his eyebrows and snorted.

"Du Zhiruo, that idiot, I'm afraid that I won't dare to go to the door of my Great Xia Dynasty Kyoto again in this life, my uncle and aunt on Chaoyang Street, if you don't beat all the shadows in his heart, he will be ashamed of his identity."

Su Qing heard that Rong Heng was surrounded by his uncle and aunt at first, and he laughed so much that his shoulders twitched.

When he heard Du Zhiruo's part, his face sank.

When Changqing said that, Su Qing slapped his face on the table with a black face.

"It's too much!"

Fuxing took a bite of meat towards the chicken leg and said while chewing, "It's just too much!" Master, this matter must not be left like this! ”

A murderous face.

Su Qing couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and got up and walked around the table.

His own man was humiliated on the street like this, how could he swallow this breath.

When has she Su Qing suffered such an insult in her life!

A man who insults her is a hundred times more hateful than insulting her.

"Du Zhiruo!" Gritting his teeth, Su Qing read the name, lowered his hand, clenched it into a fist, and his fist made a gurgling sound.

Changqing twitched the corners of his eyes.

It seemed to hear the sound of Du Zhiruo being crushed by the princess.

"Princess, those uncles and aunts have already beaten him, and his nose and face are swollen, and the slaves have seen it with their own eyes."

Fuxing Liu raised his eyebrows and faced Changqing.

"The master of your family is my grandiose son, and he was insulted by a foreign minister on the street, is it just that being beaten up can relieve his anger? If the price of insulting the prince of our dynasty is so low, then people in other countries will not be crazy and have to follow suit! ”

Evergreen ......

The scene of the uncle and aunt on Chaoyang Street beating Du Zhiruo like a tsunami flashed in his mind.

Du Zhiruo, a proud son of the sky, the national treasure of Western Qin, not to mention being beaten in this life, is afraid that it is rare.

On the streets of the Great Xia Dynasty, he was beaten by a group of old men and old ladies, and he was beaten solidly.

Are you sure it's a low price?

Is he shameless?

Changqing pursed his lips and looked at Fuxing.

Fuxing took another bite of the chicken leg and chewed angrily, "This matter must not be counted like this, my master, I can't afford to lose this person when I am out on a campaign!" My master is shameless? ”

Catch up with Ming'er to fight, as soon as the enemy talks about it, the dignified general can't even protect his own man, where to put his face!

Evergreen ......

The corner of his eyes twitched, and he turned his head silently and looked towards Rong Heng.

The princess wants face, so she must not let Du Zhiruo go.

What about you?

It looks like you're getting away with powder.

Rong Heng ......

Is it wrong for this king to rely on his daughter-in-law by strength?

Evergreen ......

That's right!

This soft rice is hardcore to eat.

Slave admiration!

Uppercase, bold!

Rong Heng ......

The master and servant looked at each other, and when the gods communicated, Su Qing paced back and forth.

Changqing and Rong Heng both looked at Su Qing.

Looking at Su Qing's complexion, Changqing felt that his princess was very likely to kill Du Zhiruo directly.

Su Qing's footsteps stopped, and the corners of his mouth hooked a creepy smile.

"Du Zhiruo, the genius of Western Qin, an indispensable idol-level figure in the eyes of the people of Western Qin, a man who dares to touch Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will make his national image completely collapse!"

Fuxing's eyes flashed with a scorching light, "Master, how to do it!" ”