The greeter's eyes flashed, and he understood in his heart, and he choked out of the sheath with the long sword in his hand, looking at the movements as if he was a kendo veteran. He stretched out the long sword in his right hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, hooked his left hand to Boyan, and stood proudly in the middle of the small hall.

Bo Yan put his left hand on the cowhide sheath, a thin blue light flashed, and the knife was already out of the sheath. He smiled slightly, the light flashed, and the knife flicked the long sword from the bottom up. I only heard a sound of gold and iron, and the long sword was broken into two, and the first half had already smashed on the blue brick ground with a loud bang.

The guest was shocked, and hurriedly bowed deeply to Zhao Bohu: "The little official has eyes and doesn't know the sharp weapons of the country, I'm really ashamed!"

Boyan had already put the Hu knife into the sheath and bowed down to return it to Zhao Bohu, who naturally stuffed the knife into the hand of the guest official and said, "This knife is called Hu Dao, but it was exchanged between the Hu people and Wang Ji Sword Master when they went south. I heard that there are only more than ten mouths, and most of them are in the hands of the Hu people. This knife meets you, and it is fate."

The greeting officer smiled apprehensively, "How can the little official reciprocate this great gift?"

Zhao Bohu smiled generously: "I have long heard of the prestige of the Lone Bamboo Monarch and Minister, although I am a Zhou Xiang, I don't know what the situation of your country is, the monarch's preferences, and please give me advice."

The greeting officer was so obedient that he understood the meaning of the words as soon as he heard it, and replied: "Your envoy is the minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is indeed rude to send only a small official like a subordinate to greet him. Originally, the monarch had already lined up the ceremony outside the city, but it was just ...... The day before yesterday, the Prime Minister's Office suddenly received a spy report from the Central Plains, so he changed his mind. What kind of news is there, the ministers and officials are very light, and there is really no way to know."

"Okay, please go back and report to the Prime Minister, and tomorrow will summon Zi Mu to visit." Zhao Bohu didn't seem to be displeased at all, and his face was still calm.

It was difficult to sleep in this night, and he watched the bright moon in the sky in the courtyard turn around repeatedly. It seems that something really happened to Ho Kyo. But what is it? Judging from the change in the attitude of the lonely bamboo monarch, it is very likely that he thinks that he has lost power in the court, so he will be so contemptuous. But on what basis did they make such a conclusion? …… After pondering repeatedly, Zhao Bohu was still confused, and he couldn't figure out a clue, and before he knew it, it was dawn.

After sleeping until noon, Uncle Mi hurriedly came to the front and said, "Report to the Prime Minister, the welcoming official left a book yesterday and left."

"Greeter? Has he been here? Why don't you wake me up?" Zhao Bohu was quite surprised when he was ignorant.

"He doesn't teach to wake up Xiangye. It's a book."

Zhao Bohu saw that this bamboo pipe had a mud seal of "Lonely Bamboo National Minister", and thought that it was an official matter, and when he took out the parchment and looked at it, his eyes suddenly glowed. The two lines of big characters on the paper read: "When the minister of the state heard that the public entered the city, he wanted to meet with the public." When the evening comes, the greeter should pick up the servant."

Zhao Bohu walked around the hall several times in a row before he came back to his senses and figured out the meaning of this incident.

If the minister of state who is alone under the bamboo wants to see himself, it must be a temptation, one is to find out the true purpose of his mission; The second is to test whether this Zhou Xiang is really losing power in the Hojing court. Success or failure in one fell swoop!

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Bohu's heart lit up, and he suddenly had a plan.

The sunset on the roof had just faded, and the cart drove to the front of the post house. Yi Cheng was greatly surprised, and before he entered the first-class courtyard, a shrill voice came in: "The Prime Minister's Mansion has arrived!" Your Excellency, please—"

Zhao Bohu smiled calmly, rewarded Yicheng with two golden cakes, and brought Boyan and Uncle Mi and two guard knights to the gate of the post house. When I looked up, a shiny bronze carriage was parked in the center of the carriage yard, the carriage was wide, the umbrella cover was more than six feet, and the four fiery red horses of the same color neighed with their heads held high, and their spirits were particularly bright in the twilight. Looking at the driver's seat, it was the greeting officer who drove yesterday.

Seeing that Bohu was summoned, the greeting officer drove the car around, and the chariot came to the front and said, "The little official greets the prime minister."

Seeing such a carriage and horses, and such a welcoming officer, Zhao Bohu knew that he still regarded himself as the prime minister of the Great Zhou, and his heart was hot, but he only smiled lightly on his face: "Thank you, Your Excellency."

He waved his hand to the two knights of the guard who came out of the side door, and stepped into the wide and comfortable chariot, holding the umbrella cover in his hand, and lightly touching his feet. The greeter shook the reins of the horse, and the four fiery red horses came out of their hooves at the same time, walking lightly, and stepping on the horses' hooves accompanied by the wheels of the chariots, which was so smooth that it was intoxicating.

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Accustomed to it, Boyan on the side couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "A big man, a tall cart and a horse. I don't know when these years will come?"

The car drove in a secluded alley without cars and pedestrians, turned a few corners, entered a deep stone street, and came to a stop in front of a stone gatehouse. There were no armor soldiers in front of the door, no carriage and horse farm, only a wordless wind lamp hanging lonely under the porch.

The greeter jumped out of the car and said, "Prime minister, please." And he stretched out his hand to help.

Uncle Mi had already stepped forward to help his master, summoned Bo Huli to get out of the car and asked, "The Lonely Bamboo Mansion is so simple?"

The greeter smiled: "This is a separate residence in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it is impossible for idlers to come."

While he was talking, a lean man in a long robe walked out from under the porch, and bowed his hand to Zhao Bohu, "Distinguished guests, please come with me."

The greeting officer said, "Prime Minister, please go first, and the little official will come after setting up the carriage and horses." After saying that, the cart turned back.

Zhao Bohu felt that this alley always revealed a strange mystery, but he couldn't exit it, and the group followed the man in the robe into the stone gate. Through the faint light of the wind lamp under the porch, I walked around a huge shadow wall that completely blocked the view of the foyer, and suddenly opened up in front of me.

Under the autumn moon, facing a sparkling pond water, weeping willows on the four banks, a thatched pavilion in the center, not a house is seen, it is extremely empty and quiet. The man in the robe led Zhao Bohu down a stone staircase that went deeper than two feet into the water, and saw a swaying canoe moored next to the stone staircase. The man in the robe flew lightly into the canoe with a little foot, turned around and arched his hand, "Distinguished guest, please board the boat."

Zhao Bohu walked north and south, familiar with the boat, and looked at the canoe that was still swinging leisurely, nailed in the water at the moment, and couldn't help but be surprised, striding on the boat, as if stepping on the stone pavement.

"A strong man is a good water skill!" Uncle Mi, who boarded the boat with him, couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

Boyan was about to board the ship, but was stopped by the man: "The distinguished guest is forgiving, the boat is too small to carry, and only three ears can be accommodated!"

Zhao Bohu knew this, nodded and said to Boyan and the two guards, "Guests are as you please, you can wait in the front hall."

"No!" Boyan and the other three had no choice but to give up.

The man in the robe didn't speak, he was a little penny, and the canoe flew towards the central thatched pavilion like an arrow, and in a moment he leaned on the stone stairs under the thatched pavilion.