Jiang Huaiyang's expression remained as usual, and his gaze faintly swept over the few barbarians standing below.
He suddenly smiled and said, "But the people at the inn didn't treat me well."
Ruan Yuyi only felt the hand on her wrist tightening, and her face turned slightly pale. She felt that his strength was so strong that he almost crushed her wrist.
"Your Majesty—" she called tremblingly.
But he didn't seem to realize it and didn't pay attention. He just stared at the barbarian below, his eyes gloomy, like a deep pool with no bottom.
This person was the one who killed Deputy General Yuan at that time. With this merit, he gained attention and became an official.
He regretted his negligence at that time and failed to make up for this man's blow, otherwise nothing would have happened to Vice General Yuan, let alone the days when this man was so arrogant in the Dawu Palace.
The leading Khitan envoy continued, "After several years of not seeing your Majesty, your Majesty has become more and more like a noble emperor. If no one told you, who would dare to believe that you led troops to fight in the past."
This is to ridicule him for losing the charm he had during the war.
At that time, Jiang Huaiyang was not even as young as the weak crown. He was sitting astride a horse, wearing red tassels and light armor. His fingertips were stained with blood. The wind made his black hair flutter. He looked like a noble man.
Although he has a bad face, he is already the most troublesome general for the Hu people.
The late emperor originally just wanted to send him away, but he didn't expect him to achieve such great achievements, so he ordered him to take up a long-term position.
Seeing the change in his expression, the Khitan envoy became more provocative, "But it's a pity that your lieutenant general wasn't there to block that sword for you -" he sighed in mock regret.
This poked a hole in Jiang Huaiyang's frustration.
His expression remained unchanged, but the cup in his hand was suddenly broken, and the wine burst out, dripping down with the blood on his palm, gathering on several tables, and soon seeping under the tablecloth.
Ruan Yuyi was frightened. She twisted her wrist and called in a low voice, "Your Majesty." Her wrist hurt and her eyes were filled with water.
The pain in his hand finally gave him some clarity, and he let go of her wrist.
She glanced at it and saw that there were red marks there, which looked particularly horrifying. She ignored it, took the handkerchief, and wiped away the blood from between his palms and fingers bit by bit.
During the movements, red marks on the wrists were exposed intentionally or unintentionally.
Yin Hong blushed and the small half square handkerchief was stained, and the orchids with fine stitches were also stained.
The Khitan envoy sneered. The young emperor of the Wu Kingdom was still young and could not hold his breath. He did not know what the king was thinking, and he insisted on winning peace talks.
"Since you have such pity for my deputy general, why don't you chop off the sword-holding hand and bury him with him?" Jiang Huaiyang said every word, his voice so cold that it seemed as if he came from deep underground.
The envoy didn't expect that he would fall out with him directly, and even the peace on the surface could no longer be maintained. Because his face changed, "What do you mean, Your Majesty!"
He subconsciously tried to touch the sword on his waist, but it was empty, and then he remembered that when he entered the palace, the swords and other things had already been collected by the palace people.
Jiang Huaiyang's eyes fell on the red mark on the young lady's wrist, and he said slowly, "Give the Khitan envoy a seat." He stretched out his hand and held her wrist tightly.
She trembled violently in his arms, took a breath, and then relaxed her body.
She leaned in front of him and couldn't help but think carefully about how brave this lieutenant they said was so brave that the new emperor would care so much.
The Khitan envoy came to the ceremony and took his seat. He caught a glimpse of the exquisite gold bottle on the low table, chuckled, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and ordered the maid standing beside him to fill it up.
The wine filled the cowhide flask. The envoy raised his head and drank half of it. The wine that was not contained in his mouth slid down the corners of his mouth and wet his beard. He wiped it casually and ordered the maid to fill it up before turning back.
Put the lid away.
What the envoy did was completely different from the etiquette advocated by Dawu. All the guests at the table frowned for a while and then turned away in disgust.
After the envoys drank enough wine, they did not forget their king's instructions. They raised their voices and said to the leader, "I, the Khitan, have come with the intention of peace talks. Your Majesty said, we are willing to withdraw our troops three feet away and no longer harass the people of Wu. And Wu.
The country should send a princess to marry as a sign of sincerity."
Naturally, it was impossible for the Khitan to give up plundering the land and goods of the Wu Kingdom so easily, but this time, the envoy said that the king had another plan.
First of all, the Khitan was in great trouble, and coupled with the royal family disputes, the people were already in dire straits. On the surface, they still had troops and horses, but in fact they could hardly withstand another war with the Wu Kingdom.
Secondly, their king did not have enough power after his death. If he wanted to succeed in seizing the direct heir, he would have the support of the new emperor of Dawu, and with Dawu as his back, he would not have to worry about being unable to compete with others. Marrying the princess of Dawu would be enough to prove that he has successfully won over
Wu country.
The conditions were very tempting. One person would exchange peace for the people on the border for at least fifty years.
Jiang Huaiyang felt tired and played with the little lady's jade-like fingers in his arms again. But he was not so naive and responded recklessly.
"Retire the troops to Huangling and establish a legal agreement."
"If you rebel, I, Dawu, will immediately launch an army to conquer you." He raised his eyelids and said in a cold voice, "In this case, I will accept your orders."
The Khitan envoy hesitated, and the person accompanying him whispered something to him, before he gritted his teeth and said, "That's natural." In any case, it's not too late to send the king to the throne first and then talk.
"Okay." Jiang Huaiyang handed it over, and Wen Zhi presented the deed and pen and ink that had been prepared earlier and placed them in front of the envoy.
The envoy was even more angry when he saw this. It turned out that the little emperor had made plans long ago.
Huangling is a border fortress. Although the Wu Kingdom has not been completely lost, the city has already been occupied by Khitan soldiers. It is naturally painful for them to return it now. But compared with the throne, the envoys think they can still distinguish clearly.
of.
The envoy picked up his pen and wrote his name with flying dragons and phoenixes.
It goes without saying that since he was sent as an envoy to Wu State, he also had the right to represent their king.
No one noticed that Prince Jing on the side lowered his head, his eyes were dark, and he was clenching the wine cup, and he was about to pour out the wine.
As soon as this matter was over, the atmosphere became relaxed again. Although everyone below continued to chat and laugh freely while drinking and drinking, they could not help but secretly look at the expression of the new emperor.
Zhao Rong used to be someone who didn't know what to say, so she Shi Shiran stood up and wanted to mention her marriage to Cheng Xingqiu, thinking that in front of everyone, the emperor's brother would never let her lose face.
Jiang Huaiyang glanced at her and said suddenly, "I see that the eldest princess may be tired from sitting. Someone, please bring the princess down to rest and change clothes."
Zhaorong opened her mouth, but the palace maid was already standing in front of her, gesturing to the door, her attitude was respectful but cold.
Zhao Rong was helpless, knowing that no matter what he said, he would not get any better, so he had no choice but to swallow what he wanted to say and walk out.
His words of "princess" caused several people at the banquet to have different thoughts.
The envoy couldn't help but look towards Zhaorong.
Cheng Xingqiu, who was sitting at the end, felt his heart tightening, feeling that something was wrong with His Majesty's interruption this time. He and the eldest princess had already discussed it, and if they mentioned their marriage today, it was unlikely that His Majesty would ever refuse.
He suppressed the strangeness in his heart.
He secretly comforted himself that his majesty knew that Zhaorong had already married him and that she was pregnant. Moreover, the princess who got married always only temporarily selected one of the maids in the palace, gave him a title and sent him out.