A group of officers and soldiers rushed into the post house. When they saw the officers and soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, a group of people from the Western Regions stopped.
Lu Dongzan kicked the Tuyuhun envoy in front of him several times, then quickly stood aside and put on the most respectful look.
The Tuyuhun people were about to fight back, but when they saw the officers and soldiers of the Tang Dynasty rushing in, they had to grit their teeth and stop.
Only then did the chaos in the post house come to an end.
Li Xiaogong said: "Everyone, if you really want to fight, you can go outside Chang'an City. The two sides will organize their manpower and fight hard. If you don't have weapons, we will prepare weapons for you. If anyone is killed, how about we collect the body for you?"
After saying this, the posthouse became quiet again.
No matter how hard I was beaten before, I can be as obedient as I want to stand aside now.
In other people's territory, furthermore, both Tubo and Tuyuhun were seeking help from the Tang Dynasty. It was too late to please them, let alone offend them.
On the other side of Chang'an City, Zhang Yang got up early and met Cheng Chumo, walking all the way to the alleys of the West Market.
Along the way, Cheng Chumo said: "Yesterday, Prince Li Xiaogong of Hejian County took over the affairs of the Ministry of Rites. Recently, he took the officers and soldiers to the post house early in the morning."
"Li Xiaogong, Prince of Hejian County?"
"What impact will it have on our affairs?"
"There should be some, maybe they will investigate the matter of the Japanese monks."
When we walked to the dilapidated courtyard, Cheng Chumo's men were standing inside, guarding the Japanese monk.
Cheng Chu silently listened to his men's report. After the doctor's treatment, the Japanese monk was much better now, at least he could speak.
Zhang Yang looked at the sleeping Japanese monk and asked, "Can this guy sleep so soundly?"
Hearing the words, the Japanese monk suddenly opened his eyes.
Zhang Yang said: "Beat him again!"
"Here!"
The Japanese monk's voice came from inside the house, "No! Whatever you want, the poor monk will tell you and give you everything."
"..."
"ah!"
Screams came from inside the house.
Zhang Yang sat outside the house and took out a piece of cloth with words written all over it.
Cheng Chumo looked curiously: "What is this?"
Zhang Yang said: "The evidence of Japanese monks collaborating with the enemy, spying on the military deployment of the Tang Dynasty, selling military intelligence of the Tang Dynasty, and buying off officials..."
Hearing this, Cheng Chumo took a deep breath, "This Japanese monk has done so many bad things?"
"That's right?"
"Why does it feel like you made it up?"
Zhang Yang said melancholy, "Actually, I am a good person."
The beating stopped after a while. Zhang Yang walked into the house again, looked at the bruised Japanese monk and said, "Are you literate?"
The Japanese monk nodded.
Zhang Yang placed the cloth full of words in front of the Japanese monk and said: "Character and signature."
The Japanese monk slowly opened his eyes, looked at the content above and said, "The poor monk has never done these things."
Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed: "Kill him and feed him to the dog!"
"No! This poor monk doesn't want to die." The Japanese monk crawled and begged for mercy.
The Japanese monk said feebly: "After the poor monk signs and signs, can you let the poor monk go?"
Zhang Yang grinned, his smile full of sunshine, "Of course."
Slowly raising his hand, the Japanese monk pressed a bloody fingerprint on it, then took the pen and wrote his own Buddhist name.
Zhang Yang put away the accusation after confirming that it was correct, "From now on, you will do whatever we say? You must listen to us in everything."
The Japanese monk nodded blankly.
Zhang Yang continued: "First of all, you write a letter and ask your people to send 500 kilograms of silver ore to us at this time every year."
"Five hundred pounds? We don't have..."
"I don't care if you have it or not. If you can't come up with five hundred kilograms of silver ore, we will hand over your charges to the court. You should know what the consequences will be when the court sees this charge."
Cheng Chumo's men also had toothaches when they saw this scene.
What is the concept of five hundred pounds of silver ore and how much silver is it?
He really dared to speak, and several of his subordinates looked at each other. This man is crazy and poor. He must be crazy and poor.
Having come from hard times, Zhang Yang would rather be realistic than be polite to others.
The Japanese monk looked at Zhang Yang, this young man seemed to be a devil.
"This poor monk can return to China and help you find silver mines..."
"Haha, you can't even leave Chang'an City, why don't you go back? Don't even think about it."
Let Cheng Chumo's people clean up the Japanese monk and send him to the post house.
Zhang Yang whispered to the Japanese monk: "Chang'an City is full of our people. Why do you think you were robbed? Why do you think a Tibetan woman appeared in your bed?"
The Japanese monk's pupils were shaking, and he looked at Zhang Yang for a long time and was speechless.
"That's right, we did it all. It's not difficult for us to kill you without anyone noticing."
"Understood……"
The Japanese monk lowered his head and said feebly.
Cheng Chumo pulled Zhang Yang aside and asked, "Why don't you let this Japanese monk go back? Do you want to keep this man in Chang'an?"
Zhang Yang sighed: "This guy has been in the Central Plains for a long time. He has read many books on the Central Plains and understands the governance methods of the Central Plains. Maybe he has also read military books."
"you mean……"
"This man has learned too much in the Central Plains, and he will teach it to others when he returns. They Japanese are so ambitious that they cannot let him go back. This man has something in his belly."
"How about I kill him and silence him."
"Killing him is just a bad idea. The government will investigate."
"What you said makes sense."
The Cheng Department will nod in the same direction by default.
Zhang Yang looked back at the shivering Japanese monk and said, "Send him back to the post house first."
Cheng Chu silently called on his subordinates to do their work.
After two days and two nights of beatings, he was even signed with a criminal record.
At this moment, the Japanese monk was walking like a zombie. He felt that his life was over and his future was gloomy.
Cheng Chumo took the Japanese monk to the door of the post house.
I saw Li Xiaogong at the door of the post house.
Li Xiaogong saw Cheng Chumo coming up to say hello and said, "Why are you here? How is your old man's health?"
Cheng Chumo smiled and said, "Thanks to the concern of Prince Hejian, my father is in good health."
Li Xiaogong patted him on the shoulder, "If you're going out, just call me uncle on weekdays."
"Why."
The Japanese monk saw that Cheng Chumo and the Prince of Hejian were so familiar with each other, and remembered what the young man said, this Chang'an City is ours...
Even the officials in the central government are with them?
The Japanese monk saw the menacing man selling braised pork at the door of the posthouse again.
The Japanese monk was so frightened that his legs weakened and he almost fell down on the spot.
Li Xiaogong finally noticed the Japanese monk, "This is..."
Cheng Chumo said: "I saw this Japanese monk on the road. He was kidnapped by a group of bandits. I rescued him along the way."
Li Xiaogong nodded cogently, "Well done, I have a headache and can't find him."
Hearing this conversation, the Japanese monk's heart beat violently and his face turned pale. Even the king of the county belonged to them. Can he beat them? It's over, it's over... they're all theirs.
Li Xiaogong looked at the Japanese monk and said, "Is this really the case?"
The Japanese monk saluted repeatedly and said, "It's all thanks to them that I saved the poor monk. The poor monk is very grateful."