"Stupid, you can't even do this well, you still want to get benefits?"
"Why did Tashi fall in love with you and let you stay in Chang'an? It seems that you want to go back to the plateau to herd cattle."
Si Huaijin scolded Zhagu, "Damn it, you can't even do this, and you still want benefits?"
Where is the face?
Si Huaijin had tested Buzan a long time ago, and he was a secretive master, so he asked Zhagu to deliver poisonous wine. This poisonous wine was chronic, and he would bleed to death within half a month after drinking it.
He was afraid that if there was an accident on the road and Bozan escaped, it would be troublesome.
The prince wanted Buzan to die on the road.
"Boss Si, I was wrong, give me another chance."
Si Huaijin half-closed his eyes and said coldly: "No more! Go back!"
Zhagu gritted his teeth and finally retreated. Si Huaijin was the prince's confidant, and Zhaxi told him that he would rather mess with Tang Jian than Si Huaijin, a sinister and vicious person.
Soon after, Tang Jian arrived.
"I've met Mr. Tang."
Tang Jian saw that Si Huaijin looked unhappy and asked, "It didn't succeed?"
"It's a failure!" Si Huaijin said with a bitter smile.
Tang Jian was also worried. If Bozan escaped, the King of Hell would peel off his skin and cramp his tendons.
His official career has come to an end.
"I'll come here in person... and give me the poisoned wine."
Tang Jian gritted his teeth and said harshly.
The corner of Si Huaijin's mouth twitched. It seemed that Mr. Tang was also a ruthless person!
"Master Tang, is this inappropriate? If the matter is revealed, your reputation, as well as the reputation of the court..."
Tang Jian said anxiously: "This is about the country, so what does my reputation mean? It saves the death of one soldier, but I just have to bear this infamy, so what?"
"Master Tang is so righteous!" Si Huaijin quickly handed over his hand.
In this era, literati generally value reputation more than anything else, especially people like Tang Jian. The future is bright, but if you have a bad reputation, the future is gone.
Si Huaijin took out a jar of aged wine.
Tang Jian took the good wine, went down the stairs, stood in the yard for a long time, then went back and placed the wine at the front desk of Heaven and Earth.
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Bozan smashed the table with one punch and swore in his heart that when he returned to China, the first thing he would do was take the Tibetan sacrificial flag.
The subordinates cleaned up the beaten house and carried away the bodies of the two confidants. As soon as they cleaned the house, they heard the subordinates say that Tang Jian, the minister of Honglu Temple, was here.
After Bozan pondered for a moment, he quickly tidied up his appearance and headed outside to greet Tang Jian in person. Whether he could go out now depended on Tang Jian.
If Tang Jian doesn't let him leave, he will take a desperate risk, capture Tang Jian as a hostage, and escape from Chang'an City.
Tang Jian was the minister of Honglu Temple and Li Shimin's confidant. He had a pivotal position in the Tang Dynasty.
It was impossible for Li Shimin to give up Tang Jian just to kill a small envoy of his.
"Master Tang, you are here. The foreign minister has been waiting for you for several days and is very anxious."
"My country is being invaded by Tibet. As the prince of Tuyuhun, I must go back."
Buzan talked excitedly.
Tang Jian had a peaceful smile on his face, just like Maitreya Buddha.
"Prince, calm down and don't get excited."
"I also know how you feel now. If you put yourself in your shoes, if my country was invaded, I would feel the same as you."
Tang Jian is an old actor. He said the same thing to Jieli Khan in Jieli Khan's camp, but Li Jing and his men came over and killed him.
"Because I felt the same, I worked tirelessly to plead with Your Majesty day and night. Your Majesty finally agreed and allowed you to leave Chang'an and return to your country."
"Really, really?"
Buzan couldn't believe it, this was true.
"Can I still lie to you? We are all old friends. I still have to help you with this little work..."
"To tell you the truth, there is a big problem in the court. Those wealthy families are working against His Majesty and driving up the price of food. Now one stone and rice costs one hundred and twenty Wen." ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
"Your Majesty is also very anxious. He borrowed food from everywhere, even borrowing the reserves in Taicang."
"I haven't paid any money for two months, and my family is so poor that I can't even blame them. Damn it..."
Buzan was stunned. He didn't expect that there was something wrong within Datang. Looking at Tang Jian's appearance and the information he had heard before, it seemed that it was true.
"Master Tang, the foreign minister still has some money here. Since we are good friends, what I have is yours. You can use it first. When I return to Tuyuhun, I will send someone to give you money."
"Someone, bring the money."
The subordinate hurriedly went to get the money. After a while, a box was placed in front of Tang Jian. After opening it, Tang Jian was almost blinded. It was full of gold cakes.
"Then I'll accept it with a smile, but it's a relationship, so just treat it as if I'm lending it to you."
"No matter what Mr. Tang said, he said that we are old friends."
"Hahaha, with a confidant like you, I will have no regrets in this life. Come, bring me the fine wine that I have treasured for many years. I would like to toast the prince three glasses of wine."
Tang Jian's subordinates immediately went to get the wine.
After about two sticks of incense, the subordinate came back panting and sweating profusely with a jar of wine in his arms.
The two also talked about many recent major events in the DPRK and China, as well as the situation in the northwest.
Tang Jian had already learned from Si Huaijin that the people who rescued Bozan from Tuyuhun arrived in Chang'an City and prepared to rescue Bozan, but he did not know their plan.
Now that the food war is in full swing, Your Majesty is afraid that this group of people will add fuel to the fire and kill people, so he has no choice but to make this move.
"The first cup, I wish the friendship between Datang and Tuyuhun will last forever."
Bozan bowed, took the wine glass from Tang Jian's hand, and said with a smile: "The friendship between the two countries will last forever."
Then drink it all in one gulp.
"The second cup, I wish our friendship will last forever."
"Eternal friendship lasts forever."
"Third cup, brother Jingbozan, have a safe journey and arrive in your country safely."
Buzan bowed affectionately, drank three glasses of wine, his voice was choked, and tears overflowed.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang, for your hospitality. I am very grateful."
"This is a good wine that I have treasured for many years. It's a pity that I can't drink with Brother Bozan today. I have to go to the palace for business in the afternoon, so drinking will cause trouble."
"This is natural. When the foreign minister comes to Chang'an again, the foreign minister will treat you to a drink."
Seeing Bozan drink three glasses of poisonous wine, a stone finally fell in Tang Jian's heart.
"His Majesty has ordered that Qianniu Guards will escort you out of the city early tomorrow morning and send you to Qinzhou. You can only go back on your own."
"If I have nothing to do tomorrow morning, I will come personally to see you off."
Buzan bowed again to thank him.
"Farewell!"
Tang Jian left, walking very gracefully, walking with his eight-character steps, humming the Liangzhou poem recently composed by the King of Shu.
The Living King of Hell is really talented, and he can come up with these ancient quatrains casually. Now this poem has gone viral in Chang'an City.
After Tang Jian left, Buzan also breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about now was the people outside rescuing him. If they rushed in to save him, it would be the end of the world.
But he couldn't get out, and he couldn't convey the news to those who rescued him.
"Drink the rest of the wine. We will return to China tomorrow."
Bozan had no sleep all night, and finally waited until dawn, waiting for the Qianniu Guards at the door early.
As a result, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the people from Qianniuwei still hadn't come. By noon, someone finally came.
Buzan cried with joy, finally relieved.
At the gate of the city, Tang Jian half-squinted his eyes, waiting for Bozan. Finally, Bozan came in a carriage.
Tang Jian took out the poisoned wine again, stepped forward and offered three bowls of wine to Bozan, and finally gave him a blessing. He reluctantly watched Bozan, a big grievance, leave Chang'an City.
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