The minister who was still staying at the same place was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know who had raised his head. Slowly, everyone turned their attention to a middle-aged man in a purple robe among the generals. And this middle-aged man,
It’s called Hou Junji!
At this moment, being stared at closely by countless pairs of eyes, Hou Junji still looked as usual!
However, those with sharp eyes discovered that his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling uncontrollably.
"Ho, bah!"
Xue Wanche, who was in the same team, glared at Hou Junji fiercely, then spat heavily on the ground and walked out of the hall without looking back.
Following closely behind him, Wei Xiaojie, Xu Shiji and others who were returning to Beijing together this time also walked out of the hall with dark faces and said nothing.
"General Hou, I..."
Perhaps because he was awakened by Xue Wanche, the old minister who collapsed on the ground also saw Hou Junji at this time!
Already paralyzed, he was immediately like a drowning man who saw a life-saving plank! He waved his hands to grab it.
Unexpectedly, what greeted him was just a big heavy foot!
"I can't tell, General Hou has quite a bad temper! With such a big temper, why don't you go to the Turks to envoy him? What kind of skill is it to hide behind your own teacher's back?"
Seeing the old minister vomiting blood flying far away on the smooth ground, Cheng Yaojin folded his arms and asked Hou Junji mockingly.
Hou Junji's hands were shaking even more at this time! His eyes looking at Cheng Yaojin were gradually covered with a layer of red! He looked like a leopard ready to choose someone to devour!
However, when Cheng Yaojin saw what he looked like, he was not surprised but happy! He immediately threw off his arms and got into position, and continued to shout at him: "What, you want to kill someone and silence them? Come on! I'm waiting here, Old Cheng!"
"Cheng Pifu!"
Hou Junji's face was extremely gloomy, and even his teeth were clattering!
Looking at Cheng Yaojin's beaten face, he wanted to pounce on him and beat him completely into a pig's head!
"Ahem..."
Just when the battle between the two was about to break out, Qin Shubao suddenly coughed twice as if beside Cheng Yaojin.
It was these two sounds that made Hou Junji, who was almost blinded by anger, wake up instantly!
Hou Junji was not afraid of Cheng Yaojin! Because he knew very well that Cheng Yaojin looked bluffing, and in a real fight, he would have at least a 67-point chance of winning!
But for Qin Shubao, Hou Junji is really afraid!
Moreover, this is not just because he is afraid! The only person in Tang Dynasty who dares to say that he can tie with Qin Shubao is Yuchi Gong!
Even in the past few years, Qin Shubao has seldom led troops to fight due to repeated old injuries! But the name of a person is the shadow of a tree!
As long as he is still alive and can stand there, it is a kind of shock to others, a deep psychological shock!
"snort!"
In the end, Hou Junji snorted coldly, turned around and walked out without even saying a harsh word.
It's okay now, the protagonists are all gone.
After glaring at each other, the civil and military officials of the court also hurriedly filed out of the palace.
What happened in the court today was too sudden for them!
They really need to make careful calculations and plans now. Even if they can't get any benefits, they still need to avoid being affected by this earthquake in the officialdom!
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In the court hall, the storm is rising! Everyone is in danger!
Chang'an City seemed extremely peaceful at this time.
The fact that the army destroyed the Turks and captured Jieli is no longer news!
Perhaps over the years, the people of Chang'an have become accustomed to the fact that their own army has killed a certain dynasty and put down a certain rebellion.
Therefore, even though the Turks who were once arrogant were the ones who were destroyed this time, it did not cause too much trouble among the people.
The people of Chang'an, who were accustomed to living in peace, seemed to have returned to their previous appearance except for running into the streets to cheer a few times on the day when the army entered the city.
After all, the sun will not stop rising and setting because Jieli is captured, and time will not stop because the Turks are destroyed.
People still have to live their lives, and how they should live it! There is time to discuss whether today's vegetables cost one penny, two catties, or one penny, three catties. For them, it is much more important than talking about that khan.
"What? Mutton is cheaper again? Why has the price dropped so suddenly recently?"
In the bustling Western Market, an old man led four or five fat sheep and looked at the tall butcher in the stall in front of him with a sad face.
This butcher is very strong, with his upper body bare, revealing all his tendons! He holds an ox-ear-point knife in his hand, and he is skillfully stabbing into the neck of a goat.
The goat's veins were cut with a sharp knife, and the fear of death constantly prompted it to kick its four hooves in an attempt to escape.
However, under the man's big iron-like hand, the goat's movements can only be said to be in vain.
Seeing the bright red blood flowing along the knife edge and flowing straight into the copper basin on the ground, the butcher laughed loudly. While continuing to press the sheep's head, he wiped the blood on the sheep's body with the sharp knife, and then exposed his yellow teeth.
The old man said:
"I'm talking about Lao Suntou, we haven't been dealing with each other for three or five years! To tell you the truth, today's price is pretty good! I heard that a group of Northern Expeditionary troops will come back tomorrow. Believe it or not, the price of mutton will still go up.
Falling?!"
Hearing this, the old man's already frowned brows suddenly tightened: "Huh? When the Northern Expeditionary Army comes back, what does this mutton have to do with me?"
"Hey, you just raise sheep at home and don't even know about this?" The butcher rolled his eyes, threw the goat that had stopped bleeding to the man, patted the wool on his hand and said:
"This time our Northern Expeditionary Army beat the Turks to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers, you know? Let me tell you, we not only beat their people, but also captured their countless cattle, sheep and horses! So don't say they are sheep these days.
Prices are falling, even for cattle and horses!
In the past, ah no! Just last year! A draft horse would have to be sold for 20 guan. Now, for just 10 guan, you can buy a riding horse with good teeth!
Go out for a run with people on your back! I plan to buy one in the next two days!"
"The prices of cattle and horses have also dropped?" When the old man heard the news, his face became even paler! Since ancient times, cattle, sheep and horses have not been separated into different families. He also raised some cattle and horses at home and planned to sell them after autumn. What if this also happened?
The price is too high, he may not even be able to eat next year!
"The price of the horse must have dropped!" The butcher obviously knew the old man's situation. He laughed first, and then said quickly: "But don't worry, the price of your cattle has not changed! Those cattle on the grassland are used to being wild.
If you can’t do farm work, you can only keep them for breeding, or kill them for meat. Cattle like yours that can plow the land still have a good price!”
But speaking of which, now that the imperial court allows the slaughter of cows, we will kill a few cows in two days to see how much we can sell for them! Old Suntou, do you want me to leave you a few kilograms of beef to make up for it?"
The big-mouthed butcher was still looking forward to the days of killing cattle to make money, but he didn't see the face of the old Sun Tou in front of him turned gray.
