1103 Su Xian: It doesn’t matter, I will take action [5]

Style: Historical Author: Governor of Ming DynastyWords: 2237Update Time: 24/02/20 13:42:01
"You really developed an antidote?!"

The Tibetan envoy frowned and asked, with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

Su Xian closed the cork of the small porcelain bottle and carefully put it back into his pocket.

He sneered again and again, not in a hurry to answer, but preparing to scare the Tibetan envoys...

But at this moment, Nalan Jie's voice came from behind: "Su Aiqing, what is going on? What kind of poison did I and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty get poisoned? Why are Su Aiqing and Yan'er fine?"

The soybean-sized antidote was extremely effective. Not long after Nalanjie took it, although his body had not fully recovered, he had no difficulty in speaking a few more words.

Su Xian immediately gave up the idea of ​​scaring the Tibetan envoy, turned slightly sideways, and said to Nalanjie: "Your Majesty, this matter is a long story..."

He kept the story short and singled out a few key points, leaving other tedious details to be added later.

During this period, the villains on the opposite side, headed by the Tibetan envoys, were also listening carefully. They wanted to know which link went wrong?

The ministers who were still leaning on the ground and lying on the low table also listened carefully, but they were all foreign ministers and knew little about what Su Xian said, so they listened very confused.

After Nalanjie heard this, he immediately wondered: "Since Su Aiqing found out about such an important matter, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. The main reason why I didn't tell Your Majesty is to avoid alerting others." Su Xian explained.

"Snatching the enemy? Su Aiqing is worrying too much, isn't he? I am the emperor of the Liao Kingdom. Su Aiqing told me this matter, how could he alert the enemy?" Nalan Jie has always been a little worried about this.

Nalan Yan had returned to His Majesty Dan and was standing side by side with Su Xian. After hearing what the emperor said, she couldn't help but turn around and taunt: "Has the emperor forgotten that old traitor Chen Xiangtian?"

"Well……"

Nalan Jie's expression suddenly changed, and he stared coldly at Chen Xiangtian, the old eunuch from the enemy camp, with a gloomy expression.

Yes, I forgot about this old traitor like this. Fortunately, Su Aiqing didn't tell me, otherwise I would have definitely alerted the enemy... Nalan Jie is a little scared.

Su Xian turned around and bowed to Nalanjie: "Your Majesty, please understand. I did this to avoid alerting the enemy, and to eliminate the traitors in one fell swoop."

Nalan Jie was already a little guilty, but now that Su Xian said this, he felt even more sorry. At this time, he must comfort others.

However, before Nalanjie could take any action, the Tibetan envoys on the opposite side burst into laughter. The laughter was full of disdain, contempt and contempt.

Obviously I don’t agree with Su Xian’s words of “Catch all the people in one fell swoop and eradicate the roots.”

"Why are you laughing?" Su Xian turned around and stared coldly at the rebels headed by the Tibetan envoy.

"I laugh at you for being too young. Young people are bound to be idealistic... I really want to know how you can 'cleanse us all and eradicate us'?" The Tibetan envoy was very contemptuous.

"My mission is to dig out the scum like you and expose you to the sun. As for how to deal with you, it is naturally His Majesty's business." Su Xian said coldly.

"Don't worry, Su Aiqing, I will never spare them!" Nalan Jie said in a deep voice from behind.

"Hahahahaha..." The rebels, led by the Tibetan envoy, laughed to the sky again. After laughing, the Nanchu envoy asked condescendingly:

"Su Xian, are you blind? Take a closer look. There are more than twenty of us, and you only have seven or eight. The difference is more than double. What can you do to defeat us?"

The old eunuch Chen Xiangtian pinched his thin voice, raised his orchid fingers, and said with a strange expression:

"Yes, even if you discover the poison we injected and develop an antidote, so what? There are more of us...the final result will still be the same!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence.

Nalanjie had just regained some strength and was about to stand up from the dragon chair, but he sat back down slumped, his expression changing from relaxed to horrified.

The ministers who were lying on the ground and lying on the low table trembled violently in their hearts, secretly thinking that this is terrible, what a waste of happiness!

Su Xian was not afraid at all. Instead, he turned to comfort Nalan Jie:

"Your Majesty, evil has prevailed over good since ancient times. These clowns cannot make any trouble. Your Majesty, please see clearly. Don't let any of these traitors go."

"Chen Xiangtian, you are such a big traitor. It is in vain that the late Emperor and the Emperor's brother paid so much attention to you, but you are plotting to rebel... I will kill this thief later!" Nalan Yanhan said in a cold voice.

"No problem. The envoy from Tibet, the envoy from Nanchu, and Dulan Xiaohan will be left to me!" Su Xian nodded with a smile.

Behind him, Nalanjie, who was slumped on the throne, couldn't help but smile bitterly. What happened to his blindness? Brother Su and Yan'er were still so optimistic... But as the Emperor of Liao, he really couldn't spoil Su Xian's mood, so he had to reluctantly reply:

"Don't worry, Su Aiqing. The envoy from Tibet, the envoy from Nanchu, Chen Xiangtian, and Dulan Little Khan, I will still remember these four people even if they turn into ashes!"

Seeing this, all the ministers who were in confusion had dark expressions on their faces. It was so... speechless that they could say such things under such a disadvantage!

"It seems that Captain Su, who is famous all over the world, is just like this. He is about to die, but he can still make such a joke. It is interesting, it is really interesting." The envoy of Nanchu said sadly.

"Everyone, please don't fight with me later." The old eunuch Chen Xiangtian glared at Su Xian angrily: "This man killed King Nan Tu. The Ze family once swore a strong oath to kill this thief with their own hands! "

"Okay." The Tibetan envoys and others readily agreed.

Su Xian's face remained calm, his eyes swept over the four villains in turn, and finally stopped at the Tibetan envoy, and asked with a smile: "Are you so sure that you will defeat me this time?"

Dulan Little Khan said in a rough and heroic voice: "It goes without saying that there are only eight of you, and we have twenty powerful Tibetan warriors!"

The Nanchu envoy continued: "These strong warriors can be ten at a time. The eight of you are not enough. They will die in an instant!"

Su Xian grinned, which looked both brilliant and a little penetrating: "The eight of us are super masters. One of us can destroy twenty of you!"

"Super master..." The Tibetan envoys and others obviously shrank back, but they reacted in a flash and said with a hearty smile: "Is that what you said? Who can't scare people?"

Su Xian's face suddenly turned cold, his smile disappeared, and he shouted in a deep voice: "In that case, let me see Zhenzhang, Zhilan, go up alone and deal with the twenty Dabo warriors first."

The Tibetan envoy's face fell. He didn't expect Su Xian to be so bold, he actually wanted to die, and only sent one person. Did he really think that his Tibetan warriors were useless?

"superior!"

Following the order from the Tibetan envoy, twenty tough Tibetan warriors swarmed forward, looking extremely oppressive.

Yang Zhilan's expression remained unchanged. When the Tibetan warriors came to the middle of the confrontation, she stepped forward and quickly emerged from the afterimage.

Everyone only heard a swishing sound and a dazzling sword light. In just a few breaths, Yang Zhilan sheathed her sword and returned behind Su Xian.

But those Tibetan warriors stood motionless, still maintaining the fighting posture with swords in their hands. They looked like a group withering away, which was a bit strange.

this……

When Yang Zhilan returned to his original position, like a group of withered Tibetan warriors, it suddenly collapsed like a mountain, leaving no one alive!