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Chapter 757: Food in the Palace

Azmi said: "It's very simple. You should write a letter right now and have your personal entourage send it back to your home in Chang'an, and ask your family to prepare a reward and send it to Yumen Pass. Then I will take you to see the Caliph, and then I will ask the Caliph to send an envoy to the Tang Dynasty. Then we will deliver these one thousand taels of gold outside the Yumen Pass."

This abacus is very smart, indeed.

First of all, this is to take his eldest son, Sun Jun, as a hostage. Waiting outside Yumen Pass, handing over money with one hand and handing over people with the other, it cannot be fake. Secondly, because there are envoys from the Great Food Country, no matter what the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and the Great Food Country, it is impossible. To brazenly massacre envoys for a mere thousand taels of gold was unbearable, especially for a country like Tang Dynasty, which had always been a great country that valued benevolence, justice and morality.

In this way, the gold can be successfully brought back to Damascus.

Changsun Jun could only agree, otherwise he knew that not only would it be difficult to find another way to meet Muawiya, but he himself would not be able to get out of this door at all...

This Azmi is clearly a bandit. How can we let him, the "God of Wealth", be allowed to seek employment elsewhere?

"In that case, let's make it a deal!"

"Haha! So refreshing!"

"I wonder when the general plans to arrange an audience with the Caliph of your country?"

"Well... we have to wait for the opportunity."

"..."

Seeing Azmi stroking his beard and smiling weirdly, Chang Sun Jun wished he could kill this fellow with a knife on the spot.

One thousand taels of gold!

Even if a family like the Changsun family has a deep foundation, it would still be enough to scrape off a layer of flesh. In the end, this person is still not satisfied?

However, people under the eaves had to lower their heads. Changsun Jun had to endure his anger and said warmly: "The difficulty is naturally a bit more difficult, but I ask the general to be more attentive, and I will definitely not treat you badly."

Azmi then said: "The Caliph has just returned from the Holy Land. He is mentally exhausted from the long journey and has not seen any foreigners... Of course, if there are close associates around the Caliph who are willing to help deliver the message, there is still some possibility."

"What should I do next?"

This Han man is very sensible. Azmi smiled very proudly: "I heard that you brought some goods with you when you went to the city this time? Anyway, they were robbed from others. Why not give these goods to the caliph's personal followers? , on the one hand, you can give them a few nice words in front of the Caliph, and on the other hand, it can also eliminate the serious crime you committed by robbing and killing merchants."

Changsun Jun understood that this bearded general would never stop until he knocked his bones and sucked out his marrow.

The customs and customs of the Tang Dynasty and those of the Great Food Kingdom are completely different, and there is a huge gap between them. However, in the minds of these private and dirty people, they are rarely in the same boat...

But he is a sensible person. He only cares about completing the mission quickly and returning to Chang'an. It doesn't matter how much it costs. He is not willing to stay in this damn place for more than a day.

"I regard the general as a friend, and I will let the general make the decision in everything. I will never complain."

"Okay! Enjoy!"

Azmi was overjoyed: "In that case, you can stay here to rest and let Abdullah serve you. I will go to the palace and ask the people around the caliph to help me with the matter."

Changsun Jun was also very happy. He didn't expect that this guy would want to break people's bones and suck out their marrow for extortion, but after the negotiation was settled, he did things vigorously and resolutely.

As for taking himself hostage, he is not worried.

Anyway, I am in the den of thieves. Even if I am not in Azmi's house, can I escape his control? The other party is just asking for money. As long as he can help me see Mu'awiya and complete the task assigned by his father, he will give him any amount of money. he is the one……

"Thank you, General, for taking the trouble!"

"Haha, easy to say, easy to say!"

Immediately, Azmi left his eldest son, Sun Jun, at home to rest, while he went to the palace overnight to see the chamberlain who was familiar with him.

As the general guarding the city of Damascus, Azmi is certainly greedy for money and his character is not very reliable, but his personal connections are absolutely first-rate...

*****

When Chang Sun Jun woke up, he was once again tortured by having his hair rolled out. He washed it with water but there was no soap. It was also difficult to remove the lice in his hair. It was better than nothing.

When he gargled his mouth with finely crushed salt grains, the servants in Azmi's house were dumbfounded...

How can a child raised by a noble and wealthy family be so luxurious as to rinse his mouth with salt?

After Chang Sun Jun struggled to enjoy an unpalatable breakfast accompanied by Abdullah, Azmi came back from outside happily.

This man had obviously not slept all night, his eyes were red, but he was in good spirits.

He came to sit next to Changsun Jun, took a biscuit with a dirty hand, put it in his mouth, took a big bite, and said excitedly while chewing: "Last night, I communicated with the generals and chamberlains guarding the palace. , they promised to speak for you, just let us wait for the news."

Changsun Jun looked at his hand and suddenly lost all appetite. He cupped his hand and said, "Thank you, General, for running all night!"

Azmi laughed and said: "You Han people always care so much about politeness, what's the point? It's just for money. It doesn't matter if I give up half my life, let alone just looking for someone to smooth things over? You're welcome, you're welcome!"

After breakfast, Azmi went back to the bedroom to catch up on his sleep. Changsun Jun could only talk in the yard with Abdullah accompanying him.

He is now regarded as the God of Wealth by Azmi, and he must not be allowed to leave his control...

Fortunately, at about noon, someone came in from outside and asked to see Azmi. Azmi invited him into the bedroom to talk. After a while, Azmi came out with the man and said to Chang Sun Jun: "Bring your things with you." , follow me into the palace."

Changsun Jun took a long breath, hurriedly opened his package, and put the envelope his father gave him into his arms.

Azimi took his eldest son Jun out of the house and walked straight to the royal palace in the city.

Outside the palace gate, heavily armed soldiers were patrolling, holding a shield in one hand and a huge Damascus sword with magnificent patterns in the other. They were strong and majestic.

Seeing Zhang Sunjun's gaze resting on the sword, Azmi said: "Your Tang Dynasty is good at everything, but only this sword cannot compare with our Damascus sword. It is said that our Damascus sword is also very popular in the Tang Dynasty. When the young master leaves, I will give you a few handfuls."

Changsun Jun said hurriedly: "Thank you very much."

He thought to himself, what does one or two Damascus sabers mean? If he could get the secret recipe and technique for training the sword and forge it in batches, then that would be what he cared about.

However, he also knew that the forging method of the Damascus Saber has always been a secret, so he did not dare to speak rashly...

When he entered the palace, Changsun Jun was even more disappointed.

Is this the royal palace of a country?

This building looks tall and majestic, and its style is completely different from that of the Tang Dynasty. There are even huge patterns on the walls made of pottery bricks pieced together. They are all patterns that symbolize the meaning of the sect. I can’t understand what they are, but I can’t understand them. It feels a bit mysterious.

However, regardless of the gorgeous decoration or the vastness of the area, not to mention it is incomparable to Taiji Palace, even the remaining palaces from the previous dynasty in Xianyang are enough to crush this palace.

Too crude...

Walking to a courtyard, a tall middle-aged man wearing a long robe and a white scarf walked out. He had a hooked nose and deep eyes. He looked sinister and had a smell of being kept away from strangers.

Azmi whispered: "This is the most favored chamberlain around the Caliph... You call them eunuchs, right? Don't talk nonsense. This person has a very weird temper. I paid a lot last night." You have to pay a price to make him agree to speak kind words in front of the Caliph. If you offend him, be careful to drag you out to feed the dogs!"

Changsun Jun immediately opened his eyes.

It turns out that the caliph of Damascus also has eunuchs around him?

Hey, this is really a lot of experience...

Although I was extremely curious and wanted to take a closer look at the difference between the eunuchs from the Great Food Kingdom and the eunuchs from Chang'an, I was afraid of Azmi's warning, so I kept my eyebrows downcast and didn't dare to take a closer look.

The eunuch said something to Azmi, and Azmi turned back to Sun Jun and said: "The chamberlain said that after meeting the Caliph, he must not talk nonsense and make his future intentions clear. The Caliph has the final say in everything. If you offend the Caliph, you will only die. There are no more tortures here than in the Tang Dynasty, and the punishment for offending the Caliph is second only to conspiracy to usurp the throne, and it is absolutely miserable!"

Changsun Jun was so frightened that he quickly responded obediently.

The chief chamberlain nodded and led the two of them into a tall gate, then turned left and walked straight into a palace built of huge stones.

As soon as he entered the door, Changsun Jun felt a wave of heat hit his face, followed by a tangy aroma, and the sound of drums ringing in his ears.

He quietly raised his head and wanted to look around, but as soon as his eyes swept forward, he was shocked and stunned...


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