Jiang Huaiyang's face was as usual, and his gaze lightly swept over the few Hu people standing below.

He suddenly pulled his lips and smiled, "But it's the people at the post station who are not well entertained." ”

Ruan Yuyi only felt that the hand holding her wrist was getting tighter and tighter, her face turned slightly pale, and she felt that his strength was so great that she almost crushed her wrist.

"Your Majesty—" she called in a trembling voice.

But he didn't seem to realize it, and he didn't pay attention to it, just staring at the Hu man below, his eyes gloomy, like a deep pool without bottom.

This person was the one who killed the deputy general at that time, and through this achievement, he gained attention and became an official.

He hated the negligence at that time, and failed to make up for this person, otherwise Vice General Yuan would not have had an accident, and there would be no presumptuous days for this person in the Dawu Palace.

The leading Khitan envoy continued, "I haven't seen Your Majesty for a few years, but Your Majesty is becoming more and more like a golden and noble emperor. If no one says it, who would believe that you have led troops into battle before? ”

This is to mock him for losing the charm of the war back then.

Jiang Huaiyang that year, not even a weak crown, was a very young Langjun. He sat on horseback, red tassels and light armor, his fingertips were stained with blood, the wind disturbed his black hair fluttering, and he had the face of a noble son, but he was already the most troublesome general of the Hu people.

The first emperor just wanted to send him away, and didn't want him to make such a feat, so he even ordered him to take on the side for a long time.

Seeing that his expression was different, the Khitan envoy provoked more and more vigorously, "But it's a pity that your lieutenant general, if it weren't for the sword to block for you-" He pretended to sigh.

This poked Jiang Huaiyang's depression.

His expression remained unchanged, but the cup in his hand burst out, and the blood in his palm flowed down, gathering on several cases, and soon seeping under the table.

Ruan Yuyi was frightened, struggled her wrist, and called in a suppressed voice, "Your Majesty." Her wrists ached, and her eyes glistened with water.

The pain in his hand finally cleared him up, and he let go of her wrist.

She glanced at it, and the red mark was terrifying. She didn't care, took a handkerchief, and wiped the blood from the fingers of his palms little by little.

During the action, the red marks on the wrist were intentionally or unintentionally exposed.

Yin Hong fainted the small half of the square veil, and the orchids with fine stitches were also stained.

The Khitan envoy sneered, the little emperor of the Wu Kingdom was still young, and he couldn't hold his breath, and he didn't know what the king thought, so he had to come to the peace talks.

"If you have so much pity on my lieutenant, why don't you chop off the sword-bearing hand and bury him with him." Jiang Huaiyang said word by word, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to come from deep underground.

The envoy didn't expect him to turn his face directly with him, and even the peace on his face was not maintained. Because his face changed, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this!" ”

He subconsciously wanted to touch the saber on his waist, and after touching the emptiness, he remembered that when he entered the palace, the sword and the like had already been accepted by the palace people.

Jiang Huaiyang's gaze fell on the red mark on the little lady's wrist, and he said slowly, "Give the Khitan envoy a seat." He reached out and grabbed her wrist, and it was just that.

She shuddered violently in his arms, relieved herself, and let go of herself.

She snuggled up in front of him, and couldn't help but think carefully about what kind of courage the lieutenant general they were talking about, which would make the new emperor care about this.

The Khitan envoy sat down, caught a glimpse of the delicate gold bottle on the low table, laughed, took off the wine jug at his waist, and ordered the palace maid standing on the side to fill it up.

The wine filled the cowhide flask, and the envoy drank half of it with his head tilted, and the uncaught wine in his mouth slid down the corners of his mouth, wetting his beard. He wiped it casually, and ordered the palace maid to fill it up, and then turned back the lid and put it away.

The envoy's behavior was very different from the etiquette advocated by Dawu, and all the guests on the table frowned for a while, and then turned away in disgust.

The envoys drank enough wine, but they did not forget their king's instructions, and raised their voices to the head of the country, "I Khitan came with the intention of peace talks, and the king said, we are willing to retreat three feet and no longer disturb the people of Wuguo." And Wuguo should send a princess to make peace with her to show her sincerity. ”

Naturally, the Khitan could not give up looting the land and property of the Wu Kingdom so easily, but this time, the king in the mouth of the envoy had another strategy.

First, the Khitan is difficult, coupled with the dispute between the royal family, the people are already struggling to make a living, indicating that they still have soldiers and horses, and they can hardly withstand another war with Wu.

Second, their power behind the king is insufficient, if they want to succeed in winning the throne, obtain the support of the new emperor of Dawu, and rely on Dawu, they will not have to worry about fighting others. Marrying a big Wu princess is enough to prove that he has successfully won over the Wu Kingdom.

The conditions are very tempting, one person changes the border and the people are at least fifty years of peace.

Jiang Huaiyang was tired of it, and played with the jade-like fingers of the little lady in his arms again. But he wouldn't be so naïve, so he responded recklessly.

"Retire from the Huangling Tomb and make a deed."

"If you do not, I will immediately raise an army to fight," he lifted his eyelids, and his voice was cold, "in this case, I will obey you." ”

The Khitan envoy hesitated, and the people accompanying him whispered something to him, and he gritted his teeth, "That's nature." "In any case, it's not too late to put the king on the throne first.

"Okay." Jiang Huaiyang glanced at it, and Wen Pheasant presented the deed and pen and ink that had been prepared earlier, and placed them in front of the envoy.

When the envoy saw this, he was even more angry, it turned out that the little emperor had already calculated it.

Huangling is a border fortress, although it is not a complete loss of Wuguo, but the city has long been occupied by Khitan soldiers, and now they want to return it, it is naturally painful. It can be compared with the throne, which is more important, and the envoys think that they can still distinguish it.

The envoy lifted the pen, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced to write the name.

Since he was ordered to envoy to the kingdom of Wu, he naturally also had the right to represent their king, which is needless to say.

No one noticed that King Jing on the side lowered his head, his eyes were gloomy, and he grabbed the wine cup, and quickly poured out the wine.

As soon as this incident was over, the atmosphere relaxed again. Although everyone below continued to talk and laugh freely in the staggered manner, they couldn't help but quietly look at the look of the new emperor above.

Zhao Rong is accustomed to being a person who can't observe words and feelings, she Shi Shiran got up, wanting to mention her relationship with Cheng Xingqiu, thinking that in front of everyone, the imperial brother will never lose his face.

Jiang Huaiyang glanced at him and said suddenly, "I see that the eldest princess may be tired of sitting." Come and lead the princess down to rest and change clothes. ”

Zhaorong opened her mouth, but the palace maid was already standing in front of her, signaling outside the door, with a respectful but cold attitude.

Zhaorong couldn't, knowing that he couldn't please it anymore, so he had to swallow what he wanted to say and go out.

His princess voice caused several people at the banquet to have different thoughts.

The envoy couldn't help but look at Zhaorong.

And Cheng Xingqiu, who was sitting at the end, was nervous, and faintly felt that something was wrong with His Majesty's interruption this time. He and the eldest princess had already discussed, and when he mentioned family affairs today, he thought that His Majesty would rarely refuse again.

He suppressed the strangeness in his heart.

Secretly comforted herself, Your Majesty knew that Zhaorong had become a courtesy to herself, and she had a body, not to mention that the princess who was close to her had always only temporarily selected one person among the palace maids and gave her a title to send out.

Where is the turn to get Zhaorong?

(End of chapter)