The snow fell more and more urgently, and Yuan Tao also coughed more and more urgently. In the end, Gu Ying helped him back to the main hall and drank another cup of old ginseng tea.
"My little boss, I forgot to tell you that these two days are the time when the Beidi envoy will enter Changyang."
Yuan Tao's tone was mixed with bitterness.
No one could have imagined that in the end, the situation would be like this.
"Those old foxes in the court will definitely say that in the past hundred years of the Epoch Times, they have never seen Di people entering Changyang. It must be a congratulation from all nations."
"Congratulations from all nations?" Xu Mu laughed.
Yuan Tao also laughed, smiling with tears in his eyes.
"The Di people entered the Ji just for the sake of those 80,000 surrendered troops. Only a fool would think this is an honor."
"Go back to my little boss, as I said before, don't cause trouble during this period." A look of helplessness appeared on Yuan Tao's face.
"Master Hou, take care of yourself."
"If you can't die for the time being, come and take a walk when you have time."
Xu Mu bowed his head and said goodbye before silently walking out of the main hall, taking Si Hu and others with him to prepare to leave Changyang.
…
The first snowfall in winter is something many people are still not used to. Even in Changyang, which is so prosperous, the same is true for wealthy gentlemen. After stepping on the threshold of the cloth shop, I still couldn't choose a fancy fur robe, so I had to wear last year's one. There was a bit of shame on everyone's face.
Boom boom.
clang.
Under the snow, on the Suzaku Road, the central axis of Changyang City, dozens of officials went ahead. The seven or eight teams of officers and soldiers who opened the way were playing pot drums and looking back flatteringly.
Thousands of people and horses marched slowly and proudly. According to Changyang's rules, people on Zhuque Road are not allowed to ride on horseback, but at this time, no official dared to come and reprimand him.
Just because these thousands of people and horses are envoys from Beidi.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and Qianqi's Beidi envoys were getting closer and closer to the palace.
Tread.
Two figures wrapped in robes suddenly walked out from the side and stood silently in the wind and snow, blocking the way of the Beidi envoy.
"Be bold! Give in quickly!"
A large group of officials did not dare to rebuke Di people, but at this time, they all spoke fiercely.
The two figures took off their bamboo hats and took off their robes, revealing only two old faces. They did not carry knives or bows. They knelt down coldly in front of Qianqidi people and thousands of people nearby. Facing the royal palace due north.
"Hear! I, the Great Ji Dynasty, want to negotiate peace with the Di people. This is something that both humans and gods are angry about! The blood of the border warriors has not yet dried, and three million refugees have been displaced!"
"Xiao Yuanlu, the traitorous prime minister! He controls the government and confuses the young emperor. He is a traitor. How dare he call the prime minister father!"
"A piece of snow will bring peace to the world, and my dynasty will be restored to the Qingming Dynasty."
"Official! Zhang Wushui."
"Official! Li Changxiao."
"Death advice——"
Before several groups of officers and soldiers came, the two old men roared three times and each banged their heads on the bluestone road, causing their heads to split and died.
The blood didn't flow very far before it solidified suddenly and was quickly covered by snow velvet.
Thousands of people nearby were all palpitating at the sight, and they all moved hurriedly and took a few steps back without realizing it.
The officers and soldiers finally arrived, angrily picked up the two corpses and threw them on the roadside.
The young Beidi general who was riding at the front suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was like a thorn, which made the ears of those nearby hurt.
…
"Brother Mu, I'll chop him up." Si Hu was so jealous that he wanted to rush out with his chopping knife in his arms.
Xu Mu held down Si Hu's body coldly, even though he was also very angry. But under the current circumstances, they would just die in vain.
"Brother Mu, who is that?" Si Hu suddenly softened his voice and pointed at the dozen or so people who were helping the Beidi envoy lead the horse.
Xu Mu frowned and looked, and he actually saw You Wencai in front of the Beidi envoy. At this moment, You Wencai was licking his face and holding the horse for a Beidi general.
The flattering look is like a dog begging for food.
When foreigners enter the court, according to the rules of the Daji, they have to stop their horses and walk on Zhuque Avenue. Then someone will come to lead the horse they are riding, and lead it to the large post house in front of the palace.
People in this kind of idle position are called groomsmen. They can often win a familiar face and then rise to the top. There are many small officials of all kinds coming and going.
But now, the Beidi envoys, who were riding thousands of horses, didn't take it seriously at all and rode straight to the palace.
Juventus could only walk on his old legs and follow the horse while panting. If he hadn't run slower, he would probably vomit blood.
"This damn thing." Si Hu was still sulking.
Along the way, the group of people at the border gate, Zhao Qingyun, were greedy for power, and You Wencai was willing to abandon his useless wife in order to gain a position.
Xu Mu looked slightly angry. As early as when he was at the border, he knew that people like You Wencai were not the same type.
"My boss, it's a pity for those two old heroes." Wei Feng sighed from the side.
These days, there are probably only a few people who dare to stand in the way of the Beidi envoys and face the palace to remonstrate with them.
"How deplorable are these Di dogs, they enter our land of Central Plains and still act so recklessly."
Xu Mu didn't say anything. He only felt a feeling of astringency in his chest, which he couldn't express for a while. Just as Yuan Tao said, those old foxes in the court already regard such humiliation as a kind of honor.
"Get the horse and go back to Horseshoe Lake." Xu Mu turned around, his voice dry and hoarse.
There is no need to think about intercepting and killing Beidi's envoys. Even if they take all the people from the village, it won't be enough to fill the grave.
"Dong, my boss has a hero!"
Wei Feng's words made Xu Mu turn around sharply again, opened his eyes, and looked forward in shock.
The huge Suzaku Avenue had become extremely messy at this time. Countless wealthy men were howling and shouting, while they were so frightened that they hid in the courtyard.
Under the snow curtain, hundreds of wet figures jumped up from the river beside Suzaku Avenue.
The sword in his hand reflected the wind and snow, exuding cold light.
"Brother Mu, that old man!"
Xu Mu gritted his teeth. He didn't need Si Hu to remind him. He also recognized Zhuge Fan, the old cold leg. His legs were wrapped in layers of curtains and he was holding a fox sword. He struck down with the sword in the air and flew away. The head of a Di man.
Di's horses neighed, the officers and soldiers screamed, and the Di people, who were riding thousands of horses, quickly formed a group.
The young Di Ren general who was leading the charge, with a face like a tiger and a wolf, and a cold light in his eyes, pulled out a long golden scimitar from the trousers under his horse.
Xu Mu looked at it from a distance and was suddenly shocked. He remembered clearly that this golden scimitar was the weapon of Guli King Huyange, and it was originally given to the old general Lian Yong. But for some reason, the Di Ren general took it back.
"Dogs from the prairie dare to enter our Central Plains land!"
Zhuge Fan used the "Mount Thousand Mountains" move, and in an instant, the four or five Di people, including their horses and their men, who were blocking the road were sent flying.
Behind him, hundreds of chivalrous men were obviously determined to die. They did not cover their pockmarked faces, and with only the knives and swords in their hands, they fought with the officers and soldiers blocking the way, as well as the Di people in formation, and killed them in the blink of an eye. A ball.
"My boss, how come these heroes are not afraid of death?"
"The world is dirty...someone will eventually clean it up."
