(One hundred and eighteen) Wind King Nangong Chong
"Sir, Princess Zhenguo has arrived in the capital of Qingyang and is staying at the prince's residence."
The guard whispered in the man's ear, which seemed very insignificant amidst the sounds of singing and dancing.
The man seemed to understand, so he waved his hand, and the guard who reported the incident wisely stepped back.
He was wearing a dark purple robe with peony flowers, which looked particularly fancy, with an open collar. He was surrounded by beautiful women pouring wine, and the dancers in the hall sang and danced to their heart's content. It was like a dandy's enjoyment scene.
Next to him sat a man who was sitting upright. He seemed to be an official from the Qing Kingdom. This could be seen from the tone of his voice.
There were two people standing behind them, who should be their entourage or something like that.
"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with these?"
The official-looking man inquired, with a flattering look on his face, which showed that he was not a loyal and patriotic person.
The man in purple robe naturally knew what he meant. He did not answer, but drank tea carelessly, and occasionally teased the beautiful women who had fallen on him, as if he didn't care about anything at all.
Finally, the man in purple robe said: "Master Wang, what does this mean?"
Wang Quan had been involved in official circles for many years, so he naturally understood the meaning in the eyes and words of the man opposite him, so he waved his hand and let these women go down.
Although some of them who were not familiar with the world were a little reluctant to leave, they still followed the large army and retreated respectfully. In the house, only Wang Quan, the purple-robed man and the two followers brought by the purple-robed man were left.
"Master Wang, just tell me if you have something to say. I am quite a cheerful person."
"But, Your Majesty..."
Wang Quan glanced at the two followers behind him who were motionless as bells, and hesitated slightly.
"Oh, Lord Wang, you don't have to worry about them. They are my confidants and won't spread rumors around."
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is too worried. My master said that as long as Your Majesty is willing to help, no conditions will be a problem. When the time comes, we will cooperate internally and externally, so why worry about things not working out..."
"I don't like to say nice things, but I can't talk about it, so I hope your master can be sincere. After all, be careful and sail the boat for ten thousand years. I am not a waste, and I don't want to
Cooperate with someone who will only hinder me."
"So, the prince is willing to talk again?"
"Then it depends on whether your master is a fool."
The man in purple robe looked condescendingly at Wang Quan with sharp eyes, and his calm and domineering attitude made the hairs all over his body tremble slightly. This man from a foreign country obviously had no respect for the landlord, but the other party only delegated
Of course, a messenger coming here is not qualified to discuss matters with him.
Wang Quan has all the good things to say, and he promises to deliver the message well. He is accustomed to bowing his head and is able to get to where he is today only because of his cleverness.
"Then, I will wait for your news for three days. No need to talk after three days."
After saying that, the purple-robed man—Nangong Chong, King Xiang of the Northern Hebei Kingdom, was about to get up and leave.
He strode away as if he could bring a gust of wind with him. Prince Xiang is also known as the Wind King. Of course, it is well known that his relationship with the current Yingming Emperor is very bad.
[Is the King of Wind related to Princess Zhenguo’s visit to Qingyang Kingdom? What is he going to do? Is he a decent person or a villain? 】