Until Xu Zizhen left for a long time, Zhang Bangchang was still in a sluggish state, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open. He was in this state only because of Xu Zizhen's words: "The only way to save the lives of His Royal Highness Prince Kang and yourself is to--
He is the third grandson next door."
The corners of Zhang Bangchang's mouth twitched slightly. The third grandson next door? What the hell is this?
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Xu Zizhen hummed a tune and returned to the camp. With Zhang Bangchang's intelligence, he would definitely understand what he meant. As for how to implement it, there was no doubt that no one in office these days would be superficial, let alone the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, who was a very humane minister.
In the next few days, Wanyan Zongwang still did not show up. Wushu or Wanyanchang accompanied Zhao Gou and others every day. Xu Zizhen always followed from a distance, observing everyone secretly.
Today is already the sixth day after arriving in Zhending. Wu Shu arrived at the Song envoy camp early with a friendly smile on his face. He said he wanted to take Zhao Gou and others into Zhending City to have a look.
There was silence in the Song Dynasty mission, but most of the people's faces were very ugly. Zhending was originally the territory of the Song Dynasty, but now it has become a part of the Jin Kingdom's territory, and Wushu still behaves like a master. No matter who thinks
Neither will be comfortable.
The Song envoy was headed by Zhao Gou, who naturally had to take responsibility for the peace talks. However, he waited for many days and still did not see anything serious. This made the fire in his heart grow stronger and stronger. Wu Shu's words were like a ignition.
The powder keg of the fuse finally burst out: "Humph, I won't bother the fourth prince, I will go and see it myself if I want. I just don't know when your brother will return. Is it possible that he will never see me again?"
"Oh, His Highness King Kang, please calm down. My brother has been busy with military affairs and has no time to spare these days. I will apologize to Your Highness for my brother!" Wu Shu's expression did not change, he still smiled, and he really clasped his fists and bowed.
Zhao Gou had nowhere to spread his anger, and he snorted heavily with a livid face. Zhang Bangchang suddenly said unhurriedly from the side: "Your Majesty, the peace talks are of great importance. There is no need to rush. It's just a delay of a few more days, so why bother?"
So anxious?"
As soon as these words came out, most of the people in the Song Dynasty around him changed their expressions. Zhang Bangchang's words were obviously correct, but everyone could hear the disrespect in his tone and wording.
Zhao Gou suddenly turned around and stared at Zhang Bangchang with cold eyes, but Zhang Bangchang still lowered his eyebrows and looked down, as if he hadn't seen him before. Although there was no contempt on his face, his attitude was clearly revealed in his manner.
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A look of surprise flashed in Wu Shu's eyes, but he quickly covered it up. The scene fell into a strangely quiet atmosphere. Zhao Gou and Zhang Bangchang were the two leaders of the Song Dynasty delegation. No one else could say anything. The Prince Consort
Cao Sheng stood aside without saying a word with his head lowered. Although Wang Yun, the Minister of Punishment, also lowered his head, his eyes were moving around Zhang Bangchang and Zhao Gou without any trace. However, this scene happened to be seen by Wu Shu.
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The tour of Zhending City was over, Zhao Gou walked away, and the invitation ended on bad terms. Xu Zizhen watched with gusto in the far corner, secretly praising in his heart, Zhang Bangchang is indeed an old Jianghu, this play was performed smoothly, who
No one could see any flaws, and even Zhao Gou was really angered by him.
Xu Zizhen was secretly proud. In order to make the play more realistic, he didn't mention it to Zhao Gou at all. But at this moment, Zhang Bangchang was probably complaining secretly in his heart, but he couldn't say it. But it was better this way. The old fox would be afraid to offend him in the future.
Himself, because only he can wash away the charge of disrespect for him.
It was only morning, and there was still a lot of time before noon. Xu Zizhen stretched himself, exchanged a few words with Shui Liuli, then got up and left the camp.
Su San has been away for a few days, and even if the efficiency is low, he should still do something.
More than half an hour later, Xu Zizhen had appeared in Zhending City. The defenders of the Jin camp paid no attention to him as a coachman and let him out of the camp with just a few coins, but he had to come back before changing guard at the entrance of the camp.
Zhending City is worthy of being an important town on Hebei Road. Xu Zizhen immediately felt a heavy vicissitude after entering the city gate. The streets in the city are crisscrossed and straight, and it is almost impossible to see the winding paths, just like the upright and passionate Hebei man.
In general, it's just that this big city has lost the bustle and bustle of the past, and only has cold streets and a heavy atmosphere.
Xu Zizhen stood in the city gate and let out a long breath. War is like this. The disasters it brings to every city that has suffered from war are not ordinary. Even after the invasion of the Jin people, they did not cause as much destruction as the Yuan Dynasty in the future.
But some traumas still inevitably appear, such as the common people.
After the war, perhaps only the coffin shop would become popular in a different way. To be on the safe side, Xu Zizhen asked a few more people and finally settled on the largest business in Zhending City - Lu Ji Shoucai.
After being plundered by the war, the city became empty. Only groups of golden soldiers patrolled by from time to time. However, this provided convenience to Xu Zizhen. The streets were clearly visible and he didn't have to worry about being followed. He quickly found his place.
, Lu Ji Shoucai somewhere in the south of the city.
I don't know if it's because of the coffin shop or because this street is so secluded, but the place in front of Lu Ji's door is desolate. There isn't even a wild dog at first glance. There's only an idle man sitting under the tree diagonally opposite, lazily.
He pinched his feet.
The door of the coffin shop is open, and there are more than a dozen completed coffins placed in the shop. The material is of poor quality and the walls are very thin. But in this age when human life is at stake, not many people care whether the coffins are good or not. There is no one to collect the corpses.
Not bad.
Xu Zizhen walked into the shop and took a look around. The shopkeeper didn't come over to say hello. He sat in the corner with his eyes half closed. This kind of business was embarrassing and definitely not enthusiastic. Xu Zizhen coughed lightly and said, "Shopkeeper, buy a coffin."
The shopkeeper opened his eyes and said expressionlessly: "What board do you want?"
Xu Zizhen asked casually: "Is there anyone woven from wicker?"
The shopkeeper was obviously startled, then he glanced out the door without leaving any trace, then turned around and said: "Willow sticks to make a coffin? Isn't this too bad?"
Xu Zizhen said: "My third aunt's dog is dead, so it's not worth holding a wooden board."
A smile suddenly appeared on the shopkeeper's face, he stood up and cupped his hands to Xu Zizhen: "May I ask your surname?"
Xu Zizhen also cupped his hands: "No need to pay, just two people."
The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and said, "Please follow me."
Just as Xu Zizhen was about to follow him in, the door curtain inside the store moved, and Su Sanfeng rushed out angrily: "Xu Zizhen, why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for several days!"
"Auntie, please calm down!" Xu Zizhen was so frightened that he quickly pulled her aside, "There are golden dogs all over the city, are you going to kill me by yelling like this?"