After saying that, Yongju looked at Zhao Ping with burning eyes.
"Your Highness is very reasonable." Zhao Ping smiled lightly, "Only when your country is strong can you destroy your enemies."
"I have never been afraid of enemies since I was in Qi State. I am not afraid of the barbarians in Dali State." He raised his chin high, showing a completely unconvinced look.
"I know that you have defeated Dali, but you don't know much about the barbarians."
"The population of Dali is only three million. The population of the Hu people is thirty million."
"The number of standing troops in Dali is thirty thousand. The number of barbarians is one million."
"The number of Dali soldiers plus rural soldiers is usually 100,000, and the maximum can reach 200,000. The Hu people have all the soldiers, and there is no problem in reaching 3 million."
"The Hu people have whirlwind cannons and iron cannons. Does Dali have any?"
Zhao Ping's words were shot out like crossbow arrows, and cold sweat continued to break out on Yengju's head.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and his face almost turned the color of pig liver.
Yingju licked his dry lips and stammered with difficulty: "But, there are also strongholds and checkpoints in Qi State, which can stop the Hu people's troops."
"I know that the Qi Kingdom has a powerful army." This sentence put a smile on Yeng Ju's face, but the next sentence made him extremely frustrated, "But you ghost masters don't listen to His Highness's orders at all."
"It's been like this since the Qi Kingdom, and I can't change it." Yong Ju was so embarrassed that his face turned the color of pig liver again.
Zhao Ping smiled sarcastically and said lightly: "How did the Six Kingdoms perish? They were not destroyed by Qin one by one. How much better can the Qi Kingdom be compared to the Six Kingdoms since they have been independent in their own affairs?"
"This, this." Yanju felt the cold sweat wet his back. He swallowed his saliva and struggled to speak, but in the end he said two words, "Let Gu Gu think about it."
Zhao Ping ignored him and waved.
Zhao Long quickly took out his horse and asked Zhao Ping to get off his horse.
The movements of the three maids were even more agile, as if they were moving like clouds and flowing water.
Cuizhu had already opened the foldable coffee table, Qiu Ruoshui took out the tea cup, Huang Xiaoniu immediately opened the fairy stove door, put the water in the water bag into the kettle and started to boil the water.
Although it is winter at this time, the weather here in Qi State is very warm, almost like spring.
This place is not like Sichuan, where there is long-term thick fog, the sun is very dazzling, and the body is very hot.
Zhao Ping is only twelve years old, and his skin is extremely white and tender, making him vulnerable to damage.
The other three little ladies are more delicate, more protective of their skin, and more afraid of being hurt.
Liu Xianhong, the captain of the soldiers, personally opened a big umbrella and covered all the four of Zhao Ping.
This big umbrella is huge, at least one foot in diameter.
Everyone in Ziqi Kingdom was stunned, with their mouths open, and could not speak for a long time.
After a while, a captain named Nawen pointed to the big umbrella and said, "This umbrella is too big. Could it be made of a big tree, but it doesn't look like it."
Na Wen was about forty, with dark skin, a round face and a beard, eight feet tall, similar to Zhang Fei, and was riding a big horse.
"That is, if it is not made of trees, how can it support such a big umbrella?" Another captain named Na Nuan stared at the big umbrella with confusion on his face.
Na Nuan was in his early forties, eight feet tall, with average skin, long eyebrows and narrow eyes. He resembled Guan Yu in that he was also a big horse.
Na Ming was the captain of the cavalry. He stared at the big umbrella and sighed: "I really want to get off my horse and see what kind of material this big umbrella is made of. It is so big."
He had larger teeth, about fifty, with gray beard and hair, but his face was rosy and he was in good spirits.
At this time, an infantry captain, Na Wei, came over and reported to Na Nuan: "General, I took a closer look and found that the umbrella ribs are not made of bamboo or branches."
"What is it made of?" Na Nuan asked impatiently.
Na Wei thought for a moment and then answered slowly: "It seems, it seems to be made of iron."
"What, the little saint is indeed rich. Other people's umbrella ribs are usually made of bamboo." Na Wen sighed with envy on his face.
Na Ming's eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and his chin almost dropped to the ground: "Bamboo is used as an umbrella because it is easy to make. Iron is a hundred times harder than bamboo. I wonder how Zhaojiazhuang made it?"
"It seems that Zhaojiazhuang's weapons are not only powerful, but also its craftsmanship is unmatched by anyone." Na Nuan took a breath of cold air and was at a loss, like a clay or wood carving.
Zhao Ping picked up the steaming tea cup, gently opened the lid, and sipped the tea leisurely, without even looking at Yin Ju.
When Yeng Ju saw this, he was extremely embarrassed, his old face was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He stared at Zhao Ping and asked with a wry smile: "Little saint, do you have Gu's teacup?"
"Your Highness, please. We are thirsty now, and it is time to drink tea." Zhao Ping looked at the figure. It was almost noon, and made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.
Yin (nuo) laughed loudly and signaled the guards to take off the horse, and he wanted to get off the horse.
Na Nuan Na Ming and others' expressions changed sharply. They hurried forward, bowed their hands and said to Yong Ju: "Your Highness, the Han people have bad intentions, please be careful."
"I have my own sense of propriety." He glared at a few of his men, and then got off the horse.
Seeing Yeng Ju dismounting, several generals and other guards also dismounted and surrounded him tightly, preventing him from getting out.
Ying Ju waved his hand and shouted to a group of subordinates: "I want to drink tea. How can I drink tea if you are like this?"
A group of men had no choice but to get out of the way, but they still followed closely, holding the handle of the sword in their hands.
When he came to the big umbrella, he arranged his robe and sat down slowly.
The men next to him were not far away from him, only about three feet away, and their right hands were still holding the handle of the sword tightly.
When Zhao Ping saw this, he seemed not to notice it and drank tea slowly.
Zhao Long had already made the tea and served it to Yong Ju in time.
Ying Ju picked up the tea cup, followed Zhao Ping's example, opened the lid, and sipped the tea gently.
He sighed, with a faint smile on his face: "Good tea."
"Your Highness, good tea must be savored carefully." Zhao Ping made a gesture of invitation.
The two chatted for a while, and before they knew it, the time for a stick of incense had passed.
Yongju asked casually: "Little saint, how many troops did you bring to support Dali this time?"
"Not many, only 10,000 troops." Zhao Ping replied calmly with a smile on his lips.
Zhao Ping knew his worries and thought that he had thought carefully, otherwise the other party would have misunderstood and wanted to destroy Zi Qi.
Yeng Ju breathed a sigh of relief, but said regretfully: "Little saint, we only have 10,000 troops, which seems to be missing."
"A soldier's strength lies in his finesse, not his abundance." Zhao Ping replied with a faint smile on his lips and shook his head.
Yangu's eyes nearly fell out of his sockets, and he sighed heavily: "Little saint, the Hu people have 200,000 soldiers and horses. These few soldiers and horses are really too few."
"Your Highness, there are actually many troops and reinforcements." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face.
Ying Ju shook his head, with a disappointed expression on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Little saint, you don't have to comfort the orphan, the Song Dynasty will not send troops."
"Don't you represent the Song Dynasty?" Zhao Ping said with a joking smile and looked at Yingju with burning eyes.
Yongju thought to himself, although you claim to represent the Song Dynasty, in fact, the Song Dynasty may not think so in his heart.
But I couldn't say these words, I could only bury them in my heart.
Yeng Ju rolled his eyes a few times and said regretfully: "It would be better if Bachelor Yu could send out troops."
Hypocrisy, extremely hypocritical, Zhao Ping thought here.
I brought ten thousand soldiers and horses with me, and I almost scared them to death.
If Scholar Yu had brought soldiers and horses, you might not have let him go at all.
"Your Highness, we actually have many soldiers and horses, and they are also elite soldiers and strong generals." A joking smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face.
Ying Ju shook his head, looked around, and asked in confusion: "Scholar Yu has not sent out troops, how can there be elite soldiers and generals?"
"It's far away, but it's so close." Zhao Ping said with a joking smile, picked up the teacup, and looked at him with burning eyes.
Yeng Ju looked confused and shook his head: "I only saw the little saint's ten thousand soldiers and horses."
"Your Highness, I heard that Qi State has 100,000 troops and 10,000 cavalry." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face.
Hearing this, Yeng Ju suddenly stood up and his expression changed drastically.
He took a few steps back and shook his head: "Little saint, you can drink tea seriously, but you can't joke around."
"A joke?" Zhao Ping said with a joking smile and looked at Yeng Ju with bright eyes, "How can we defeat Dali if we don't have troops from Qi State?"
"That happened more than a hundred years ago." Yeng Ju shook his head and sighed, "A good man cannot speak of his former bravery."
"A hero must be as brave as ever." Zhao Ping said with a smile, "Historical facts prove that the combat power of Ziqi Kingdom is still higher than that of Dali Kingdom."
"It's a fluke, a fluke," Yong Ju shook his head, waving his hands around with a wry smile on his face, "Since the Qi Kingdom had the right time, place, and people, it's all a fluke, a fluke."
"Your Highness is drinking tea. It is so pleasant to chat while drinking tea." Zhao Ping did not let him argue and stretched out his right hand.
Yeng Ju glanced at Zhao Ping suspiciously, then thought about it and sat down.
As expected, Zhao Ping did not talk about the war, but talked about the whole world.
Hearing that made me feel sleepy, and I was about to yawn, so I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hands for fear of being rude.
Seeing that the other party was fighting hard, Zhao Ping smiled jokingly: "Your Highness, are you worried that the ghost masters will not listen to orders and are unwilling to send troops to rescue Dali?"
"Little saint, didn't I just say not to talk about the affairs of Dali Kingdom?" Yong Ju was furious and stood up from his seat with a roar.
Zhao Ping had a smile on his lips, stepped forward and held Yong Ju's shoulders, saying, "Your Highness, what if there is a way for the Ghost Lord to save Dali?"
"How is this possible?" Yongju dodged Zhao Ping's claws, shaking his head like a rattle, and smiled bitterly, "I don't know what these ghost owners are thinking. No one can make them willing to leave their territory. "
Zhao Ping had no choice but to come to Yengju's ear and whisper something.
Yanju's eyes were so wide open that they seemed to be able to fall out of their sockets. His jaw could not be closed for a long time and almost fell to the ground.
After Zhao Ping finished speaking, he returned to his seat, picked up the tea cup, and drank tea casually, not even looking at Yong Ju.
He held the tea cup in his hand, but it stayed in the air for a long time, thinking deeply.
About a cup of tea time, Yongju suddenly swallowed the tea in the cup.
He wiped the tea from his chin and looked at the sky.
A relaxed smile appeared on Ying Ju's face, and he looked at Zhao Ping with burning eyes: "Little sage, this tea is so delicious, do you have any more?"
"Of course, I will give you a hundred pounds of good tea for Your Highness." Zhao Ping waved his hand to Zhao Long and said calmly.
Zhao Long bowed his hand, agreed, and immediately arranged for his men to deliver the tea.
Ying Ju's face turned red and he kept rubbing his hands: "Little sage, there are too many tea leaves. I can't finish them all."
"It doesn't matter, these teas can be stored for two years without any problem and can be tasted at any time." Zhao Ping laughed and said to Yin Ju.
Ying Ju also laughed loudly: "Well, since I am so disrespectful, can I also give you some tea sets?"
"Just in time, I am planning to give His Highness a hundred sets of tea sets." Zhao Ping laughed again.
"Thank you so much, little saint." Yong Ju stepped forward and patted Zhao Ping's shoulder affectionately. "It's exactly noon now. I'm going to prepare a glass of water and wine. It's a piece of cake. I hope the little saint won't dislike it."
Zhao Ping laughed loudly and said, "I happen to be hungry, so thank you, Your Highness."
"Little saint, please." Yeng Ju made a gesture of invitation.
Zhao Ping was polite and followed Yong Ju towards the palace.
The banquet hall is about ten feet in diameter and supported by twenty pillars.
Zhao Ping took a look and found that it was not a problem to accommodate a hundred people here.
Now there are basically a hundred people on both sides, making it very lively.
The guests and hosts sat down separately. There was a table in front of everyone, and hot dishes were served continuously.
Zhao Ping took a look and saw that most of these were Zhaojiazhuang's specialty dishes, such as braised pork, twice-cooked pork, and monster taro.
Of course there is also mutton here, mainly roasted mutton (similar to roasted mutton in later generations).
Seeing Zhao Ping's expression, Yeng Ju said sheepishly: "Little saint, there is no better delicacy in the world than Zhaojiazhuang. I have no choice but to show my shame here."
"His Highness is able to cook so many delicacies, obviously he has a lot of heart. I would like to thank His Highness for your warm hospitality." After Zhao Ping finished speaking, he bowed solemnly to Yin Ju.
Yeng Ju laughed loudly, pointed at the banquet in front of him, said about the food and drinks, and said, "Young sage is so polite, please."
After five rounds of food, Yengju clapped his hands and said, "Wine, sprinkle, sprinkle."
Suddenly, dozens of maids, wearing dingdong rings and pearls on their heads, kept serving wine to everyone.
When Zhao Ping looked at it, a smile appeared on his lips.
This wine is none other than the fine wine made by Zhaojiazhuang.
"Little saint, I'm borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. I hope you won't find it objectionable." Yanju said politely, but there was no hint of politeness on his face.
A very beautiful young lady served Zhao Ping wine. Zhao Ping nodded and placed the wine glass in front of her.
The young lady smiled gently and gave Zhao Ping a full glass of wine.
She suddenly looked at Zhao Ping's feet and said softly: "Little saint, your shoelace has fallen off."
Zhao Ping was stunned and couldn't help but look at his leather shoes.
But the little lady moved very quickly and had already tied the shoes on him three times.
Cuizhu, Qiu Ruoshui, and Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help but look at each other. When did the little saint's shoelaces loosen?
They have been serving the little saint, checking again and again before setting off to make sure there is no problem before getting on the horse.
The three of them were embarrassed and lowered their heads in embarrassment. Could it be that the war horses were shaking and the shoelaces were loosened?
"Hahahaha." Except for Zhao Ping, the civil and military ministers from Qi State laughed loudly, and everyone was very happy.
And Ying Ju looked at Zhao Ping and the young lady repeatedly, laughing and nodding with satisfaction.
Zhao Ping and his men were puzzled, and they didn't know why the monarchs and ministers of Qi State were laughing.
He looked towards Deng Peng and Cheng Ping as if asking for help, hoping they could give him an answer.
Deng Peng is currently the prime minister of the Ziqi Kingdom, and Chengping is the minister. He is also Zhonghua's subordinate, and it is he who arranged for the detailed work of the Ziqi Kingdom.
Deng Peng and Cheng Ping looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces, even a little embarrassed.
Zhao Ping was even more confused, not knowing the expressions of the three of them.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping could only look at the beautiful little lady beside him, with confusion in his eyes.
When the young lady saw Zhao Ping looking at her like this, her face turned red and she lowered her head shyly.
Suddenly, the young lady put down her wine bottle and walked away.
