He speaks with righteousness and stern words, and his voice and look are both stern.
Li Zhi's cold and angry attitude really frightened Zan Xiruo.
As the prime minister of a country, Zan Xiruo could not keep calm at this moment. The only thought in his mind at this moment was that the Tang Dynasty was about to launch an army against Tubo. The country was about to be destroyed, and he had to turn the tide.
The meaning of "turning the tide" is not to mobilize soldiers and horses to resist the Tang Dynasty's weapons, but to do our best to eliminate this military disaster before it occurs.
Once the troops and horses are mobilized, it is really too late.
The urgency in her heart made Zan Xiruo lose her calmness and sense of proportion, and Li Zhi's stern and angry rebuke made Zan Xiruo panic even more.
After trying hard to organize his words, Zan Xiruo said slowly: "Your Majesty, the situation in the Central and Northern Dynasties of Tubo is in turmoil. The foreign minister has just been appointed prime minister, and many people in the court are opposed. The foreign ministers have no time to eliminate them, so many political enemies remain..."
"The assassination of Duke Li was committed by the political enemies of the foreign ministers in the Tubo court. The foreign ministers knew that no matter how they explained, they could not restore the situation, and it was impossible for Duke Li to recover. But after all, the matter was the work of a small group of thieves. Why should your majesty make such a big fuss?
With swords and weapons, the people of the two countries are trapped in fire and water?"
As he spoke, Zan Xiruo raised his head and looked directly into Li Zhi's eyes. From the eyes of the son of Tian Khan, Zan Xiruo saw a strong murderous intention and a self-centeredness that revealed violent killings.
Zan Xiruo couldn't help but trembled in his heart, but he still said bravely: "The assassination of Duke Li was instigated by the Tubo people. The foreign minister cannot refute it, but as the prime minister of Tubo, the foreign minister only hopes to make up for it as much as possible after the incident, and use a heavy torment.
The price will be paid to extinguish His Majesty’s anger.”
After hesitating for a moment, Zan Xiruo gritted his teeth and said: "Tubo is willing to exchange the land of the Golden Teeth Department for the tolerance and understanding of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty."
Li Zhi sneered: "Does the Golden Tooth Department belong to you Tubo? You just give it to me as you say, why?"
Zan Xiruo looked calm.
The Golden Tooth Tribe is indeed not from Tubo. To be precise, the Golden Teeth Tribe has always been affiliated with the Six Kingdoms of Nanzhao, but it has not established a country and has always existed in the form of a tribe.
Zan Xiruo's calmness is because Tubo has a say in the matter of the Golden Tooth Department.
Tubo has great control over the Golden Teeth Tribe. It can be said that over the years, the Golden Teeth Tribe has existed in the form of a primitive tribe under the watchful eyes of the Six Kingdoms of Nanzhao and the Tang Dynasty. Without the support of Tubo, it would not be possible
Survived to this day.
Of course, Tubo's support for it was not to do good deeds, but because of its geographical location, the Golden Teeth Department was a natural buffer zone. Tubo needed this buffer zone to maintain relations with the Tang Dynasty and the Six Kingdoms of Nanzhao.
Nowadays, the situation in Tubo is critical, and the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are about to go on an expedition. Under this situation, Zan Xiruo has finally made up his mind.
Giving away a buffer zone in exchange for the forgiveness of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and eliminating the imminent crisis of national subjugation. This transaction was a loss, but not a big loss. It was a helpless move to sacrifice the car to protect the commander-in-chief.
Hearing that Zan Xiruo took the initiative to give away the golden teeth, Li Zhi's cold and stern expression finally relaxed a little, and his eyes quietly flashed with joy.
The fruits of victory have been handed to him, but the drama is not over yet.
If Li Zhi suddenly changes his face at this time and accepts the golden tooth with a look of shamelessness that he desires, then all the previous plans and costs will be in vain.
So Li Zhi snorted coldly: "So, I still want to thank you Tubo for donating the Golden Teeth to the Tang Dynasty?"
"If I want a barbaric and miasmatic place, does the Prime Minister think that my king's soldiers can't take it by force with swords and halberds, so I have to give it to me?"
Zan Xiruo hurriedly said: "Foreign Minister has no intention of doing this. He is just paying the price on behalf of Tubo in order to appease the anger of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and eliminate unnecessary military and man-made disasters between the two countries. Your Majesty must not misunderstand that Foreign Minister is completely frozen."
A pure heart.”
Li Zhi's expression finally softened, but his eyes were still cold.
After a long silence, Li Zhi suddenly shook his head and said: "I still can't agree!"
Zan Xiruo was surprised and asked: "Why?"
Li Zhi said coldly: "Li Qinzai, the Duke of Liaodong, is lying in the mansion, and his life and death are still unknown. If he has any shortcomings, but I have stopped all activities and closed the Golden Teeth Department, wouldn't the people of the world scold me as a profit-seeking and foolish king?"
Staring at Zan Xiruo's eyes, Li Zhi slowly said word by word: "If Duke Li lives, I can follow your advice, collect the golden teeth, and stop using weapons. If Duke Li dies, the Tang Dynasty will vow to destroy Tubo until death."
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"This is my final decision, it will never be easier!"
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Zan Xiruo walked out of Tai Chi Palace in despair. The moment he left the palace gate, for some reason he staggered and almost fell down.
Then Zan Xiruo woke up from a dream and went straight to the British government residence with an anxious look on his face.
The British government still closed its doors to greet guests, and the news that Li Qinzai was seriously injured had spread throughout the city. Many courtiers and military generals who had close personal relations with the Li family came to visit them, but they were all politely but firmly dissuaded by Li Qinzai's father, Li Siwen.
Li Qinzai, who was seriously injured, would never be seen by outsiders, which was also part of the plan.
If anything goes wrong in any link, the situation laid out by Li Qinzai will completely collapse.
When Zan Xiruo came outside the British palace, he asked to visit Li Qinzai with a smile. Feng Su, who was on duty outside, recognized him immediately. Fortunately, this fellow did not forget the role he was supposed to play. The moment he saw Zan Xiruo
, Feng Su suddenly became furious and drew his sword towards him.
Zan Xiruo swallowed his anger and allowed Feng Su to point a knife at his nose and repeatedly requested to visit Li Qinzai. He really couldn't ask Feng Su about Li Qinzai's current situation, but Feng Su didn't mention a word and just said one word coldly, "
roll!"
Zan Xiruo had no choice but to leave, and returned to the hotel in despair, feeling anxious alone, thinking about the country and the king, and full of sorrow.
Inside the Duke's Mansion.
Duke Li, who was rumored to be seriously injured and about to die, stretched his body, let out a lengthy burp, and waved his hand with a satisfied look on his face, ordering the maid to remove the food plate.
"Today's food is a bit salty. I'd like to warn the cook. You're a prodigal. Do you pay for the salt at home?" Li Qinzai commented dissatisfiedly.
The maid left in panic.
Sitting cross-legged at the low table, Li Qinzai picked up a pen and paper and meditated for a moment, his expression became more and more turbulent, and then he wrote quickly as if he had a spirit.
After a while, I finished drawing a picture. I held it in my hands and looked at it carefully. The more I looked at it, the more satisfied I became.
Over the years, my level of brush and ink Chinese painting has improved a lot. If this masterpiece of mine wasn't a bit immoral, it would be enough to be considered elegant by hanging it on the wall of my study.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Li Qinzai put down the painting in his hand and said, "Come in."
Kim Dayeon walked into the house wearing plain clothes and her expression was still cold.
She was holding a bowl of medicinal soup in her hand, and when she came in, she placed the medicinal soup on the low table.
"Drink it." Jin Dayan said in a cold tone.
Li Qinzai was stunned: "Don't drink!"
Jin Dayan frowned her delicate eyebrows.
Li Qinzai refused to obey even if he was beaten to death: "Jin Lian poisoned Da Lang, but he still said sweetly, 'Da Lang, drink the medicine'. Why did you coldly say drink it?"
Jin Dayan frowned and said, "Who is Jin Lian? Who is Da Lang?"
"Jinlian, I am your descendant. She looks like a peach and a plum, but her heart is like a snake and a scorpion. But the strange thing is that all the men in the world seem to want to have sex with her..."
Jin Dayan couldn't understand and was too lazy to listen. After getting along for a long time, she already knew Li Qinzai's temperament very well. She knew that most of the time, she must not believe what Li Qinzai said, because it was all nonsense. Whoever believed it would be fooled.