Inside the Imperial Palace of Shu.
The fierce man in golden armor looked at Meng Zhixiang and asked angrily.
Meng Zhixiang's face darkened when he heard this, and then he said: "I am sent as an envoy to various countries on the order of the King of Jin. Envoys of great countries will not bow to the one who has placed me on the list!"
"You are looking for death!" The fierce man in golden armor was furious when he heard this and humiliated his minister to death. How could he tolerate Meng Zhixiang slandering Wang Jian like this?
But just as he was about to step forward, Meng Zhixiang stopped him.
"Step back." Wang Jian was still sitting in the pavilion. He waved his hand and motioned for the dancers to step back.
"So brave!
I really want to disembowel you to see how many guts you have in your body.
Aren't you afraid of death? Wang Jian looked at Meng Zhixiang with interest and asked.
"Who is not afraid of death?
But I am sure that you will not kill me. "Meng Zhixiang stood under the scorching sun, looked at Wang Jian in the pavilion, and said calmly.
"Why do you see it?" Wang Jian looked at Meng Zhixiang with interest and continued.
"Although I speak softly, I am the envoy of the King of Jin. Your Excellency is already in danger and your life is in danger. If you kill me, you will add the King of Jin as a formidable enemy...
I wonder if you will dare to sleep peacefully in the future? "Meng Zhixiang looked at Wang Jian and said.
“This rhetoric is a cliché.
Don't you read often?
I support the land of Shu, the country is rich and the people are prosperous, the army is strong and the horses are strong. The terrain of Shu is steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Where is the danger to your life that you say? "Wang Jian raised his hand, picked up a piece of fruit, played with it, looked at Meng Zhixiang standing in the light outside the pavilion, and said.
"Li Xingyun." Meng Zhixiang didn't say much, he just spoke slowly and said three words.
"Hmph!" Obviously, Wang Jian also knew who the Li Xingyun Meng Zhixiang was talking about, and then he said: "You are just a young man, what do I have to fear?
Such traitors dare to pretend to be orphans of the former dynasty, causing chaos in the world. Sooner or later, I will capture this person and kill him! "
Wang Jian raised his hand, threw the fruit in his hand, and said with murderous intent on his face.
Regardless of whether Li Xingyun is of Li Tang bloodline or not, he must die! Wang Jian has already proclaimed himself emperor, can he still step down from the throne and become a minister again?
So Li Xingyun can only be fake!
“I have another message here, which I send to Your Majesty as a sign of sincerity in the cooperation between Jin and Shu.
Zhu Wen died because of Li Xingyun's calculations.
I wonder how your Shu Kingdom compares to Zhu Wen’s Liang Kingdom?
I wonder how your ministers compare with the Xuanming Sect and the civil and military ministers under Zhu Wen? "Meng Zhixiang came and said.
When Wang Jian heard this, his pupils shrank and he was quite shocked.
Zhu Wen is dead?
That Zhu Wen who dominated the world, that arrogant Zhu Wen, died like this?
"Are you trying to trick me?" Wang Jian stood up, looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of the pavilion, and asked sternly.
The fierce man in golden armor understood and drew his sword and put it on Meng Zhixiang's neck.
The rolling and strong internal force gathered the wind pressure and pressed towards Meng Zhixiang, but Meng Zhixiang was not afraid.
Not only was he not afraid, he even felt like laughing.
Wang Jian was afraid.
The majestic emperors of the generation were so frightened that they lost their composure. Compared with the kings of Jin, Wang Jian, Liu Shouguang and others were nothing more than clowns.
The internal pressure of the golden-armored man did not put any pressure on Meng Zhixiang. Meng Zhixiang himself was also a master, and his internal power was as deep as the one in front of him.
“Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know once you find out.
Why should I lie to you about this matter? "Meng Zhixiang looked at Wang Jian in front of him and continued without caring about the sharp sword on his neck.
"It doesn't matter whether Li Xingyun's identity is true or false. What His Majesty thinks, what I think, and what King Jin thinks, I'm afraid it doesn't matter.
What the people of the world think of is important. Your Majesty knows these things well. You and the King of Jin are both wise men, so you can understand this without saying anything.
But please think about it, Your Majesty, if you were to rank the rebellious officials and traitors in the world from the perspective of the Li and Tang royal family, who would it be after Zhu Wen?
Should we still use the reign title of the Tang Dynasty and honor the orthodox kings of Jin and Qi of the Tang Dynasty, the king of Chu and the king of Wu, or your Majesty and Your Majesty?
If the descendants of Li and Tang really started to gain power, I wonder how they would treat these arrogant people? "Meng Zhixiang spoke eloquently, chatting and laughing. When he mentioned the word "Your Majesty," he deliberately emphasized his tone.
Wang Jian sat down somewhat dejectedly.
When the golden-armored man saw Meng Zhixiang repeatedly uttering offensive words, he pressed his sharp sword against Meng Zhixiang's neck, causing a bloody mark.
"Step back." Wang Jian waved his hand, signaling the fierce man in golden armor to step back.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, the fierce man in golden armor sheathed his sword and retreated, but still stared at Meng Zhixiang's upright figure.
"What does King Jin want?" Wang Jian looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him and asked.
“I want a word from His Majesty.
As long as Your Majesty can work with King Jin to bring order to the chaos, protect the purity of Li Tang's blood, and refute the traitor Li Xingyun who pretends to be the orphan of the Li Tang royal family. "Meng Zhixiang opened his mouth and continued, with a bit of sharpness in his eyebrows.
The current Meng Zhixiang is not the King of Shu who will rule Shu in the future. The King of Jin has entrusted this errand to him, so he must find a way to run the errand for the King of Jin.
According to the distance of the journey, starting from Taiyuan, he should first go to Fengxiang, then to Shu, and then to Wu and Chu. But Meng Zhixiang thought about it and decided to start from Shu.
This matter needs to be done by taking advantage of the momentum, and the momentum will fall immediately.
Meng Zhixiang knew very well that Wang Jian, like Zhu Wen, had already arrogated the title of emperor, and they were the ones who could not tolerate the legacy of the Li and Tang royal family. At this moment, the King of Jin had decided to get rid of Li Xingyun, first enter the Kingdom of Shu, and become the leader of Jin and Shu. Alliance, and when he went on a mission to all the countries in the world, the power behind him changed from the original Jin family to the Jin and Shu families.
Next, he plans to go to Wu State.
Then came the Chu State, and finally the Qi State of Li Maozhen.
Needless to say, Daliang did not need to send an envoy, the Zhu family would fight to the death with Li Xingyun, because Li Xingyun's existence was a wall to the highest place for ambitious people in the world.
This is true no matter who is in power.
The so-called loyalty and goodness are just a thought in the hearts of princes. It is nothing more than thinking about the pros and cons, and the choice between one moment and another...
That's all...
"This matter is easy to discuss, I will accept it." Wang Jian heard the words and said.
I thought King Jin could have any needs, it was just a matter of one sentence, so he agreed.
"Come, there is a banquet in the palace. I want to reward the envoy!" Wang Jian walked out of the pavilion, took Meng Zhixiang's hand, took him into the pavilion and sat down, showing his honor.
"Quickly, call for the doctor.
Heal the messenger!
You idiot, your attacks on weekdays are not serious. If you hurt the messenger, go down and get the heavy staff for eighty! "Wang Jian shouted to the fierce man in golden armor.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The fierce man in golden armor responded respectfully upon hearing this.
(End of chapter)
