Chapter 1927 He is just a general guard, we are the head of the mission
Zhao Kun came closer and subconsciously reached out to hold the blood book in his hands.
I felt a strong smell going straight to my head and nose, as if some rough man had put those smelly feet that hadn't been washed for three days under his nose.
The head of the bodyguard, a confidant of His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, immediately turned green in the face and quickly turned his head away. It really stunk...
When I think about how just now His Majesty and the two Prime Ministers were facing this thing, they were still very excited, spitting and poking at this thing with their fingers, discussing national affairs.
As expected, Zhao Kun felt that he would definitely not be able to withstand such an ability. As expected, both His Majesty and the Prime Minister were capable and capable men.
He could only bite the bullet, stuff the smelly thing back into the wooden box, and then put it on the shelf beside it.
After Li Ke left the palace, as soon as the excitement wore off, he felt as weak and extremely decadent as if he had contracted the chicken plague.
After Cheng Chubi said goodbye to him, he came to the Peony Pavilion Restaurant and saw Nanima sitting in a daze in the private room on the second floor.
After seeing Cheng Sanlang coming, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed in front of him.
"I've seen Little Cheng Taibao, please take a seat quickly..."
Cheng Sanlang looked at this wealthy businessman from the plateau who had been cheated by him several times before, but always seemed to be very tenacious, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
He patted Nima on the shoulder with a big hand of relief and said.
"Nima, do you know why Cheng tested you so repeatedly."
"We Han people have an old saying, if you want to achieve great things, you must first strain your mind, strain your muscles and bones, and starve your body..."
"And you have persevered tenaciously, which shows that you are indeed beyond what others can do."
Listening to Cheng Sanlang's words of approval, although Nima nodded and bowed modestly, she felt very upset in her heart.
"By the way, today, Cheng has personally handed over the blood letter of the leader of the Xiangxiong Kingdom that you handed over to me, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty."
"..." Nima's little heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she carefully looked at Cheng Sanlang.
"Our Majesty, we have great admiration for the leader of the Shang Hung Kingdom, Li Mi Xia, although he is in jail, but he still cares about him deeply and never forgets the desire to restore the country."
"So, because you entered the Tang Dynasty with a blood letter, you were praised by His Majesty. His Majesty intends to summon you to the palace to see you..."
Hearing this, Nima's eyes suddenly shone, and she whispered in disbelief. "His Majesty, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, wants to see this villain?"
Cheng Chubi nodded slightly and lowered his voice.
"Yes, His Majesty wants to see you, but have you thought about what you will do when you go to see His Majesty?"
Nima was able to become a wealthy businessman from the plateau who was extremely wealthy, so his brains were certainly not bad. Now, he has been manipulated by Cheng Sanlang in all kinds of ways.
I already feel like a duck, um, a very serious kind of duck who doesn't sell himself, and has been driven out of the game.
Next, of course, we can only continue to rely on Cheng Sanlang in front of us. After all, Nima has also understood that the Tang Dynasty is not happy to see Tubo become the master of the plateau.
"I also ask Taibao Xiao Cheng to give me some advice and give you good guidance on what the villain should say and do..."
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Qin Ling's current attire is naturally no longer the Tubo costume, but has been replaced by a brocade robe and Hufu that are indistinguishable from those of the Tang Dynasty.
The clothes he wears are no different from those of people in the Tang Dynasty. In addition, young people have a fast metabolism, and even the plateau red on his face seems to have faded a lot with the passage of time.
If you don't pay attention, it will be difficult to tell whether Qinling is from the Tang Dynasty or Tubo.
Sitting on the horse, he yawned loudly and rubbed his aching waist.
This made Sambuza beside him feel doubtful, and asked with concern that Qin Ling had injured his waist.
Qin Ling quickly found an excuse to deal with it. His waist was not injured, but the intensity of his activities in the past few days was too high.
However, as a Tetsuo who has just grown up, he never imagined that there could be so many ways and ways to play such a thing.
Qin Ling really couldn't resist such temptation, not to mention that His Highness King Wu of the Tang Dynasty was indeed a person who was very good at making friends.
After getting along with each other these days, Qin Ling felt that it was his honor to be friends with the King of Wu, Li Ke.
After all, it was this old driver of the Tang Dynasty who opened a door for himself and allowed him to see a whole new colorful world.
After returning to the post house, I once again saw the hated General Tashi pacing the courtyard with a gloomy face.
Although Qin Ling was not happy to deal with this vulgar warrior, he still remembered his father Lu Dongzan's instructions and honestly saluted his Majesty's trusted general as a greeting.
After Tashi reluctantly returned the salute, he looked at the two Tibetan deputy envoys who were hanging out in Prince Wu's palace all the time.
"Two deputy envoys, I wonder what you can gain from going out today?"
Sambuza happily pointed to the attendant who was passing by carrying a box and said with some pride.
"Back to General Tashi, a certain person was favored by His Highness King Wu of the Tang Dynasty. He gave a certain complete set of "Spring and Autumn" as a gift, and there were even famous writers..."
General Tashi turned to Qin Ling expressionlessly and said with a smile on his face.
"I wonder where Deputy Qinling is on your side?"
"I learned a lot from His Majesty King Wu of the Tang Dynasty about Han poetry and poetry today, especially this year's "Luoyang Peony Collection"..."
Before Qin Ling finished speaking, General Tashi, whose face was about to turn black, turned around and left.
He really didn't want to deal with these two deputy envoys who had completely forgotten their duties and only cared about culture.
Seeing General Tashi leaving in anger, Sambuza and Qinling looked at each other.
After a long while, Sambuza finally let out a long sigh. "General Tashi has too little knowledge. In his eyes, the treasures you and I have obtained are like useless things."
Qin Ling also shook his head with an ugly expression, then he cheered up and persuaded Sambuza.
"Sir, don't pay attention to him. He is just a guard general. We are the ones in charge of the mission."
"If we want to get help from the Tang State, we must first make friends with the monarchs and ministers of the Tang State. Things like this can only be done slowly, not urgently..."
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General Tashi walked around the room with an annoyed look on his face. He had been in Luoyang, the eastern capital, for some time.
However, whether it was Prime Minister Lu Dongzan or the two deputy envoys, it was as if they were treating this post house as an inn.
During the day, I was either invited by celebrities from the Tang Dynasty or had to deal with the important figures in the Tang Dynasty.
But so much time was wasted, but no actual benefits were obtained for Tubo.
When you ask them yourself, there will always be reasons of one kind or another. Tell yourself, don't panic, don't be anxious, everything can only be done slowly.
This made Tashi very angry, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he was just a guard general who was loyal to the king.
If he were asked to fight and kill enemies, that would be what he was good at, but dealing with people and how to obtain benefits was not his specialty.
If we just continue to delay like this, when will it end?
Just when General Tashi was extremely angry and sighing, he was in a room in the post house.
The wealthy businessman Nima was sitting in front of the iron stove. Listening to his confidant's low-pitched report, his face finally showed a hint of joy...