Just as Qin Huaidao was leading his army to Sanmenxia for disaster relief, a major event was happening in Taishan Prefecture, far away in Henan Province.
At the foot of Mount Tai, in a private house, a man in purple, gold and jade robes set a table and served wine in the splendid palace, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests.
This person is the masked man who caused trouble in Chang'an City, and is the head of Tianji Pavilion, the intelligence agency under the Eighteenth Prince.
Hidden carriages arrived here one after another, disappeared into the mountains and forests, and entered the palace. These people were exactly the people he was waiting for.
"Wang Ye, the special envoy of the Central Guizhou Province, has met the Pavilion Master."
The first person to come was Wang Ye, the special envoy of the Central Guizhou Province. He was a general in the Central Guizhou Province. He had almost all the troops and horses in the state and highways in his hands. He was good at using troops. Since he took over, no one in Central Guizhou was dissatisfied. He had great prestige in the army.
Quite high. It was precisely because he was in charge of the army that the people did not suffer too much harm during the years of turmoil in the Tang Dynasty.
The masked man hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "The arrival of the special envoy Wang will make this place shine. Please take a seat."
Wang Ye laughed loudly: "The Eighteenth Prince has specially summoned me, how dare I not come? If the great Han Dynasty is really going to fall apart, please think more about Wang."
The masked man said: "If I hadn't been thinking about Special Envoy Wang, why would I have sent this letter to invite you to come? Please rest assured, sir."
After this person sat down, the masked man returned to the center of the hall and quietly waited for the rest of the people to arrive.
Wang Ye was a reckless person. Seeing that he was the only one who arrived in the palace first, he was a little dissatisfied. Due to the big event they were about to do, he could only endure what he said.
A few moments later, two more envoys arrived. The two envoy leaders were on the left and the right. One was Zhuge Changkong, a member of the Jiangnan gentry with feather fan turban.
Zhuge Yue, who was in trouble in the state, is still related to Zhuge Yue.
Holding a feather fan in his hand, this person saluted the masked man: "Zhuge Changkong, the Zhuge family on the west side of the Yangtze River, has met the master of the pavilion."
Wang Ye, who was originally indignant, looked shocked and stood up suddenly: "Zhuge Changkong? Are you the representative of the Zhuge family? I didn't expect that you even invited the Zhuge family. It seems you really want to do something big."
The masked man smiled slightly and said: "If even the Zhuge family doesn't take action, how can I dare to invite the king's special envoy to come over? The Zhuge family has been hiding from the world for many years, and they will train their sons and nephews to spread around the world, in order to achieve great things one day, but it is a pity that Zhuge Yuezhou is not aware of the affairs.
Defeat and die, otherwise, our six-pronged army will definitely be able to add another one-pronged army."
Zhuge Changkong also had a look of regret on his face: "My cousin is a low-ranking member of the Zhuge family, otherwise he would not have been sent to Yuezhou. Although the strategy of raising the bandits to respect themselves is a good idea, if you don't have to infiltrate your confidants and cultivate cronies,
How can you get an invincible iron army by training soldiers and horses? Speaking of which, his failure was just because his skills were inferior to others."
The masked man smiled and said: "If Brother Changkong takes action himself, I think he will be able to keep Qin Huaidao."
Zhuge Changkong said modestly: "I dare not make such nonsense, but I can still do it by conserving my strength and making the emperor sick."
Wang Ye was immediately filled with admiration: "He is indeed a talented person from the Zhuge family. Wang admires him."
After that, he looked at another person who came. This person was eight feet tall, fierce-looking, with thick arms and powerful muscles. He looked like he was from the military. He asked, "I wonder who this is?"
Before the masked man could speak, Zhuge Changkong introduced Wang Ye: "This must be Shao Li Qian Jin Ding, the ancestor of the evil tiger, one of the four generals known as the evil tiger of the Central Plains. The Dian family in Henan Province has unparalleled combat power.
As for the eldest family, the Cheng family, it is a pity that they did not enter the court and did not have the opportunity to show their strength."
The masked man said: "Yes, this man is the ancestor of the evil tiger. He killed a buffalo with one punch at the age of seven. He was able to beat twenty adults at the age of ten. He lifted a thousand-jin cauldron at the age of sixteen. Everyone in Henan Province knows this.
Xiao is the special envoy sent by Henan Province."
The ancestor said angrily: "If no one in your group can fight, how can you form an alliance?"
"It is indeed an evil tiger," the masked man said: "Allow me to introduce to the general, Mr. Wang Ye Wang of Qiannan Dao is also from the military. He was able to go deep into the mountains and forests to catch tigers and snakes when he was young. Compared to you, he is not much more frightened.
If you are not convinced, the two of you can have a trial after the alliance."
"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Dianzu looked at the special envoy who came out of Qiannan Road. Seeing that he was short, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
The person standing behind Dianzu spoke at this time: "General Dian, have you forgotten what the inspector said before setting off?"
Only then did everyone notice that behind the ancestor, there was a counselor in simple clothes but shining with wisdom.
After he spoke out, Dianzu snorted and stopped talking. He found a seat and sat down alone, pouring wine and drinking alone.
Seeing this scene, the counselor bowed apologetically to everyone before standing behind the ancestor again.
The eyes of the masked man and Zhuge Changkong suddenly froze, and they saw that this person was a powerful character, and they were all thinking about when did such a famous person appear in Henan Road?
After everyone sat down, someone else came.
"Liu Jiancheng, the special envoy of Shannan East Road, came to attend the appointment of the Eighteenth Prince." After entering the hall, Liu Jiancheng saw that there were many people already there, and he didn't say much. After greeting the masked man, he found a seat to sit down alone.
Another special envoy from Huainan Province came as requested.
Huainan Road Marching Sima Zhang Weisheng came with several followers. If Qin Huaidao were here, he would definitely recognize among the followers, Ma Yi, the general of Pu Shizhen who escaped from Puzhou.
"It turns out Mr. Zhang is here. Thank you for accepting the appointment." The masked man stepped forward to greet him.
Zhang Weisheng smiled mysteriously: "I have prepared a big gift for the Eighteenth Prince and everyone present here this time. If it comes to pass, you will have to thank me very much."
"Oh, there is also a big gift? Mr. Zhang is very interested, but I don't know what this gift is?" the masked man asked.
"Everyone will know later."
Seeing that he insisted on giving up, the masked man couldn't ask any more questions, so he had to lead him to sit down. Now that the five forces have arrived, there is still one remaining force that has not yet shown its face.
The masked man didn't speak, he just stood quietly in the hall and waited.
Everyone waited for another quarter of an hour, but the last force had not yet appeared. Wang Ye was impatient to wait.
He deliberately knocked on the table with his wine glass, making a loud noise: "Speaking of the pavilion master, when is this, and is the last army not coming?"
The masked man signaled: "Mr. Wang, please be patient and wait. There is no rush."
"There's no rush? We all belong to the same force, and no one has a lower status than anyone else. If we were made to wait for so long, wouldn't we be losing the face of our masters behind each other? If this matter spreads, what will everyone think of me waiting?"
Wang Ye's words not only represent his own voice, but also represent the true inner thoughts of many people present.