At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 435: Qingzhou Hou Comes to Seek an Audience

"it is good."

The Qingzhou Marquis nodded slightly: "Come here, please take a seat."

As the Sima of Qingzhou, Wang Chenguang commanded thousands of elite soldiers and was responsible for the safety of Qingzhou City. He could not escape the blame for such a big mistake this time. This was his last role.

Even if he didn't use his head to calm Xiliang's anger, the Marquis of Qingzhou would not continue to use this person.

Such a large-scale assassination was carried out without any preparation, and the reaction afterwards was even slower. Unless the Marquis of Qingzhou thought he was too old, he would not dare to entrust his life and property to such a waste.

The old fox picked up the tea bowl and took a sip and said, "Any news from the post station?"

Lu Yun's expression was stiff, and he said in a deep voice: "There is no news. The Xiliang Post Station is always on high alert and does not receive any guests. The spies sent out to get information about the Tang Dynasty have not been able to find out who this mysterious envoy is."

"Ugh."

The Marquis of Qingzhou sighed, "It seems that I will have to come and visit you in person."

"My Lord, I'm afraid this envoy has come prepared."

Lu Yun pondered, “Adding the assassination case, I’m afraid Wang Chenguang alone may not be enough to satisfy them.”

"If yellow mud falls down your crotch, it's shit if not shit."

The Marquis of Qingzhou rubbed his aching brows and said, "The imperial court really played a good chess move and caught me off guard."

"Although we didn't find any big fish, and we couldn't catch the ten assassins who escaped, we still caught a lot of small shrimps."

"But Xiliang doesn't look down on those small shrimps either."

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the Marquis of Qingzhou, and he snorted coldly: "I will keep this grudge in mind for now. Tomorrow morning, you will go to the post station with me."

"I want to see how big of a deal this Xiliang envoy, who has always refused to show up, is going to make."

The next morning, the sky was dark and snowy. A carriage was already waiting in front of the Qingzhou Marquis' Mansion.

Two teams of armored knights protected the surroundings. After a while, the carriage, escorted by the armored soldiers, headed towards the Xiliang Post Station.

The courtyard of the post station.

inside the room.

The woman placed her hands on the lyre and stroked the strings gently. The elegant sound flowed with a majestic momentum, like the Milky Way rolling back, sometimes with a small bridge over flowing water, a skinny horse in the setting sun, and sometimes with a fight between swords.

"Sister, your piano skills are really great."

Dayuer walked out of the house, wearing a long satin skirt and a white fox jacket, outlining her plump and delicate body.

"A spy reported this at midnight yesterday."

Dayue'er was busy stroking the strings of her zither, and she said leisurely, "Qingzhou Sima Wang Chenguang is dead."

"Killed by the Marquis of Qingzhou?"

Dayuer was not surprised by this, not even the slightest bit astonished. Everything was within her expectations.

"That's it."

Dayueer said, "The head was borrowed by Lu Yun, the chief clerk of the palace. I guess they will come to my house with the head today."

"You can make some preparations, but the price you ask for cannot be too low."

"Sister, don't worry."

Dayuer stretched lazily, yawned, and exhaled orchid-like breath, with white hot air floating out.

She sat down on the chair, picked up the hot tea she had just brewed, took a sip, looked at the snow outside with her beautiful eyes, and said softly, "Sister, I've been ready for a long time."

"correct."

Dayueer added: "32 cavalry soldiers died in the battle, 18 were seriously injured, and 26 were slightly injured. The money for the pensions and training of the soldiers will be sent to Qingzhou for a report."

"Giggle."

Dayuer chuckled and took out a memorial from her skirt and handed it over, "Sister, please take a look. This is the loss memorial I wrote last night. It has everything. The old man must compensate us with eight thousand taels of silver first, otherwise he will not be able to enter the post station today."

good. "

After reading it, Dayue nodded slightly, "When they come, let them take it out. If they are willing to pay, we can meet them. If not, let them wait. Anyway, we are not in a hurry."

Outside the post station, heavy snow was falling, and the streets were submerged in the wind and snow. Looking ahead, there was no end to the snow curtain.

The thick snow not far away was blown all over the sky by the north wind. The biting cold wind blew on people, and it felt like peeling skin and cutting flesh.

However, it did not affect the pace of the two teams of armored knights who were marching forward on the thick snow.

A group of people escorted a carriage past and received it. The inside of the carriage was hung with exquisite silk curtains, and the stove was wrapped around it, emitting hot air.

The snow made a rustling sound under the wheels.

"Control"

The guard stopped the carriage and reported, "Your Highness, the post station is in front."

"Go."

A deep voice was heard from inside the carriage, and a man walked out.

After getting off the carriage, he announced to the guards of the cavalry in the post station: "The Marquis of Qingzhou wishes to see the envoy from Xiliang."

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"Please wait a moment, sir."

The soldier clasped his hands and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "I will go and report to the master."

In the house, blue-green curtains blocked out the cold, and a fire was burning on the tea table, wafting the air with fragrance.

"lady."

The guard came hurriedly and reported outside the door: "Madam, the master, the Qingzhou prince wants to see you."

"finally come."

Dayuer stretched her graceful body and said softly, "Speak of the devil, and he will appear."

"But I want to see you now."

Dayueer looked calm.

"I haven't finished my tea yet, let it cool down for a while."

Dayuer shook her head, picked up the teacup, and drank slowly from her red lips. There was no trace of nervousness between her brows.

Outside the post station, Lu Yun stood at the door and paced back and forth alone, but no one showed up.

After waiting for a while, the cavalry soldier who had gone to report came back.

"The master is bathing and changing clothes, please wait for a moment, my lord."

"Shower and change."

"Prepare to meet the Qingzhou Marquis."

Lu Yun's face was uncertain, but when he looked at the cavalry soldier in front of him, the latter was unmoved and his expression could not be seen under the hideous mask at all.

"My Lord, it looks like the other party wants to give us a warning."

Lu Yun came to the carriage and said in a deep voice: "They are deliberately leaving us alone."

Inside the carriage.

The Marquis of Qingzhou lifted a corner of the curtain, looked through the small gap at the gate of the post station with cold eyes.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get angry, so he could only answer: "Wait."

There is no way, even though I need help from others now, as the saying goes, when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

He hated Wang Chenguang and the imperial court more and more in his heart. If the assassination had not happened, the envoy from Xiliang should have come to ask for a meeting, and he should have been putting on airs to intimidate others instead of being so humble as he is now.

Especially that waste Wang Chenguang, he didn't even get any information. Even after taking his head, the Marquis of Qingzhou still wasn't satisfied.

at this time.

He also realized that the manpower under his command was somewhat insufficient. Whether it was civil officials or military generals, there was only one Lu Yun who was capable enough.

Looking at Xiliang again, Xiao Han has been living in seclusion in recent years, and many battles, big and small, have been led by a group of elite soldiers under his command.

(End of this chapter)