The Weishui River in the northwest of Chang'an has always been extremely calm. Every evening, under the golden sunset, the dim yellow water looks like a huge river flowing with gold. Pedestrians passing by will be deeply intoxicated by it as long as they take a look. .
However, the beauty and tranquility of the Weishui River today were completely destroyed by a group of sudden Turks!
Along the right bank of the river, countless Turks wearing sheepskin coats with their chests exposed were chasing each other, laughing and scolding each other.
What's more, from time to time, he would make obscene gestures towards the Tang Dynasty troops on the other side of the river.
As for those snoring war horses, they were trampling unscrupulously on the farmland that the Tang people regarded as treasures, destroying the fields in a mess.
"Hahaha... Tang? Isn't it the same!"
In the middle of these uninvited guests, in a huge white tent, Jieli Khan laughed wildly and caressed the body of a Han woman. His small eyes seemed to emit a blue light like a prairie wolf.
The kidnapped Han woman was so ashamed and angry! However, her hands were tied and her mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth. She even wanted to commit suicide.
Just when Jieli laughed and reached out to tear open the woman's clothes, suddenly, the tent door curtain was opened!
An old man with a kind face and a Central Plains appearance walked in.
"Great Khan! The Tang Dynasty has sent an envoy. Do you want to see him?" Arriving in the middle of the tent, the old man gave a grassland salute to Jieli Khan and said calmly without looking at the disheveled Han woman.
"Messenger?" Hei Zhuang withdrew his hand as sharply as a wild boar, sniffing the warm fragrance on it, raised the corners of his thick mouth slightly, and said sarcastically: "See you! Why don't you see me?"
"Then I'll let the envoy in! As for her?" The old man nodded, glanced at the Han woman with pear blossoms and rain, and asked aloud.
He knew that the old man could not bear to see his people being humiliated, but Jieli Khan deliberately laughed, stretched out his hand to strangle the woman's neck, and held her in his arms: "Hahaha! She is right here! I Let’s see what those Tang people can say!”
When the old man saw this, his expression remained unchanged and he seemed unable to see the woman's labored breathing. He bowed to Jieli and slowly backed away from the tent.
"Jie Jie...have you seen it! This is the pedantic Tang Dynasty! Are you still trying to cover up at this time? Hahaha..."
The cold laughter followed the old man from the tent, making the old man's face seem to be covered with a layer of livid color. He really wanted to ask the sky, when will this despicable group of people disappear?
The old man was a Han Chinese, but he was just a Han Chinese who was taken captive! Because he had read books, he was selected by the Khan and did something similar to a housekeeper, and was not enslaved to death like other Han people.
During these years, he followed the Turks and saw too much misery in the world! The reason why he did not escape was firstly because of the concern of his family on the grassland, and secondly because the old man wanted to see if there was any justice in this world. Word!
It is a pity that after so many years, the Turks are still burning, killing and looting, and the justice he hopes for has always remained silent.
"The Khan lets him in!"
Slowly walking to the wooden railing outside the big tent, the old man looked coldly at the Turks surrounding the Tang envoy and said in a low voice.
The Turkic man with the knife gave the old man a contemptuous look and got out of the way.
A look of surprise flashed across Fang Xuanling's face. She cupped her hands towards the old man, straightened her waist, and walked forward step by step in front of the swordsmen and axemen standing outside the tent. There was no trace of trace on her thin face.
frightened.
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"Foreign minister Fang Xuanling has met Grassland Khan!"
Walking into the empty tent, Fang Xuanling gave a slight salute to Jieli Khan with a steady voice.
"Raise your head." Jieli Khan said with a sinister smile.
Fang Xuanling raised his head safely, and when he saw the naked body of the woman, a trace of anger flashed unconsciously in his eyes.
"Are you angry? Are you angry that I humiliated you?" Jieli Khan asked quite proudly.
Fang Xuanling lowered his head and said in a cold voice: "The foreign minister is not angry with His Majesty for being rude, but angry with the Tang Dynasty for not being able to protect all its people!"
"Protect the people? Haha, it can't even protect itself now!" Jieli Khan laughed again, as if what Fang Xuanling said was a big joke.
"..."
Fang Xuanling gritted his teeth and said nothing. He was not as smooth as Tang Jian, and even had a twist in his temper! He came to the peace talks this time. He himself knew that success was almost impossible, but this was all because of Li Shimin.
As a minister, I can only face the difficulties.
"Tell me, what does your little emperor want you to do?" He laughed for a long time, until Jieli Khan felt that it was boring, he waved the woman away and asked with a sneer.
Fang Xuanling suppressed his anger, cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Your Majesty sent me to persuade the Khan to go back!"
"Persuade me to go back?"
Hearing this meaningless sentence, Jieli Khan was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it, then he plucked his ears and said, "What did you just say? Let me go back? Your emperor was kicked by a horse recently."
Broken brain?"
Fang Xuanling did not feel angry because of Jie Li's words this time, but still held up his hands and said in a low voice: "Khan is joking! I went to His Majesty to express my luck, how could I be hurt by a common horse? He asked Ke
Khan, when you go back, you can't bear to see Khan being eaten by five thunders and his soul returning to the shaman. Please Khan, don't live up to my kindness to His Majesty! Go back as soon as possible."
"Evoked by five thunders?"
This time, Jieli Khan finally understood, but he also managed to laugh out loud at Fang Xuanling's words.
After looking at Fang Xuanling carefully, Jieli Khan said expressionlessly: "It turns out that it wasn't your little emperor who got kicked in the head, but you all got kicked too! Someone, tell this nonsense.
Guy hanging on the flagpole!”
"Wait a minute!"
Seeing several guards jumping out of nowhere and approaching him, Fang Xuanling suddenly took a step back and shouted angrily: "If the Khan doesn't believe it, wait until after tonight before he comes to take the lives of foreign ministers!"
Jie Li had long lost interest in talking to this lunatic. He didn't even listen to Fang Xuanling's words and waved his hand to drag him down.
"Khan!"
Just when Fang Xuanling was shocked and angry, suddenly, the old man who came in at the beginning came in a hurry again.
Jieli Khan glanced at the old man with disgust and said coldly: "What's the matter? Is there another envoy from the Tang Dynasty?"
The old man's expression was stagnant, but he soon returned to normal. He glanced at Fang Xuanling, whose face was bloodless, then took a few steps forward, came to Jieli Khan's side and whispered something.
Fang Xuanling was caught by several people and could not move at all. He could only see Jieli Khan's expression changing a few times through the gap. As for what the old man said, he could not hear any sound.
This chapter has been completed!