"The Xuanjia Army, as ordered by His Majesty, is here to welcome His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince of Daqian, Prince Yan, into the city."
A rough voice sounded outside the carriage.
In front of the Daqian envoy's motorcade, there was a big man in black armor, with thousands of cavalry standing densely behind him.
The flags were fluttering, and the silence was a bit scary, revealing an aura of chilling.
Zhao Ding looked up and frowned slightly.
The Xuanjia Army was the most elite unit in Beiliang and the only heavy cavalry unit in Beiliang. With the whole country's strength, it could only support 30,000 people.
But the deterrent power of these 30,000 black armor troops is no less than that of 100,000 cavalry.
Because both the armor and the horses they use are the best in Beiliang, and the quality of the soldiers is also terrifying.
At present, the Beiliang royal family sent the Xuanjia Army to greet them.
It is enough to see that Beiliang attaches great importance to this marriage.
But the heavily armed attitude and the murderous atmosphere gave people a feeling that seemed not to be good.
He glanced into the crowd.
There was no sign of the Beiliang royal family, and no one as high as Yang Fu was seen.
Invisibly, it seemed to further confirm Zhao Ding's conjecture.
"Your Majesty, the people from Beiliang are not evil."
Zhang San frowned slightly and looked out of the carriage with a solemn expression.
Even Yang Fu also frowned.
Lu Tao carefully picked up the dagger she carried with her. She was in a neighboring country at this time, not Yingtian, let alone Youzhou.
Especially in the past hundred years, Beiliang and Daqian have been in a state of hostility.
"Go down and take a look."
Zhao Ding glanced outside the carriage intently and gave Zhang San instructions.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhang San got out of the car immediately.
But Yang Fu stopped him: "Let's take another look."
After hearing this, Zhang San glanced at Zhao Ding, who also nodded imperceptibly.
Then I heard the Xuanjia Army general shouting outside.
"There is a ban in the city, and you are not allowed to bring swords and armor into the city. Please kindly ask all members of the envoy to remove their weapons and bring a hundred followers inside."
"What do you mean? My Daqian envoy was invited by your Emperor Liang and came with His Majesty's decree, but you are deliberately making things difficult for me here. What do you mean?"
As soon as these words came out, the general in charge of leading the Daqian delegation immediately reined in the reins and shouted.
This is a clear show of authority!
"Please remove your armor!"
However, the general of the Xuanjia Army didn't seem to hear it. He still sat on his horse and shouted coldly.
"Be bold!"
The general led by Da Gan was not afraid at all.
A clanging sound.
He pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it at the Beiliang general who was wearing heavy black armor.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
As the Daqian general drew out the sword from his waist, for a while, nearly a thousand Daqian guards who came with him all drew out their swords from their waists, or waved their long swords and pointed at those people from a distance. The Beiliang Xuanjia Army stood behind the general wearing heavy black armor.
A strong chilling aura also swept out.
This time the majesty was not given to them, but to Da Gan behind them.
If they give in at this time, they will lose face.
Looking at this scene, the Xuanjia Army general in Beiliang's eyes became slightly serious.
It seems that he is waiting for the order from the person behind him.
And with the entire Daqian mission rising to the top, the atmosphere outside Luoyang City also seemed a bit tense.
Neither side took a step back.
"These brats in Beiliang are from the Yi tribe after all. They want me to do something big, but they want to do something powerful for me. They have vicious thoughts."
Yang Fu was furious and looked out of the carriage with an embarrassed face.
"Your Majesty, if we can't fight you, let's do it."
Zhang San was also a little angry.
Ever since Zhao Ding came to Youzhou, he had never been so angry.
However, Zhao Ding got out of the carriage with a loud laugh, looked at the general of the Xuanjia Army on the opposite side of the convoy and said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that the Xuanjia Army of Beiliang is inexplicably elite, and the Beiliang royal family is famous for its etiquette in other countries. Now this King of Lili I’ve learned a lesson.”
After saying this, Zhao Ding got off the carriage, walked forward with a smile, reached out and pressed back the sword in the hand of the Daqian general in front of the mission.
"General Sun, didn't you hear that this is the order of Emperor Liang? Since we have come to Daliang, we will act according to the order of Emperor Liang and put away our swords quickly. It will not be good if it hurts the harmony between the two countries."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After listening to Zhao Ding's words, the general surnamed Sun glanced coldly at the general of the Beiliang Xuanjia Army, then put away the sword in his hand and reinserted it into the scabbard.
As the general surnamed Sun inserted his sword into the scabbard, the entire Daqian envoy and nearly a thousand escort soldiers also put back their sabers one after another.
For a while, the clanging sound continued.
Seeing this, the Xuanjia Army general from Beiliang sneered and was about to gallop forward.
Zhao Ding shouted loudly: "Stop!"
"What are you going to do?"
The general was stunned when he heard this, and asked subconsciously.
As the general paused, the nearly a thousand Xuanjia Army soldiers behind him also stopped in place.
However, Zhao Ding did not even look at the general.
Looking at the crowd behind him, he shouted: "Come here, Historian!"
Following Zhao Ding's order.
A middle-aged man wearing an official robe and a tall hat, holding banknotes in his hand, suddenly stumbled out from behind the crowd.
Have paper and pen in hand.
Zhao Ding glanced at the surrounding Beiliang people who were gradually coming here, turned to the historian and shouted: "Remember."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Although the crowd around them was getting larger and larger, completely surrounding their entire Daqian mission, the historian was still someone who had seen the world after all.
No need to sit down at your desk at all.
He took out a bamboo slip, licked the Langhao pen in his hand and landed it directly on the bamboo slip.
"In the 21st year of Jingyuan Dynasty, the Emperor of Liang wrote a letter of state condemning Qian, and the King of Yan was ordered to go to Liang and Luo for marriage. However, the Liang State was rude and prevented the King of Yan from settling in Luoyang City..."
As Zhao Ding fell word by word.
The faces of everyone present, especially those of the Northern Liang Xuanjia Army, suddenly changed, and everyone looked to the left and right with some anxiety.
The leader of the Black Armor Army general wearing black armor showed a hint of fear on his face.
What a soft knife.
Zhao Ding removed his armor and entered as they requested. They could find nothing to find fault with unless they tore up the covenant and severed the marriage between the two countries.
But Zhao Ding also asked the accompanying historian to record the incident.
Especially now that there are so many people here.
Once the news spread, they would ruin their reputation in Beiliang.
Emperor Liang was rude and used his power to bully others.
Once these words get out, I am afraid that they will be ridiculed by all the countries in the world.
Who else would dare to form an alliance with them, Daliang, in the future.
"Okay, okay, okay, Prince Yan has learned how to use his methods. The people under his command are ignorant, which makes Prince Yan laugh."
At this moment, a young man wearing a bright yellow python robe walked out from behind the crowd, slapping his hands.
This person is none other than Xiao Dingxuan.
Behind him at this moment, there was also an old man wearing a purple robe.
It was none other than Northern Liang Prime Minister Liu Xiyuan!
