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Chapter 838 Changsun Wuji's Attention

Jie Li stared at the door. His eyes seemed to carry the coldness and cunningness emanating from hell. His deep voice was chilling: "This matter is not difficult. It is a piece of cake for the Tang Dynasty."

"Khan, please tell me what you have to say. As long as it is not excessive, our Tang Dynasty will agree to it." Seeing Jie Li being so serious and cautious, Changsun Wuji said firmly.

"Very well, listen to me, I want to."

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Jie Li's voice became smaller and smaller, as if the devil was humming.

But to Changsun Wuji, it sounded like thunder in the sky, making his mind churn. He couldn't help but clench his hands, his eyes widened, his breathing became more and more rapid, the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing, and his face showed an expression of inexplicable shock.

After meeting Jie Li, Changsun Wuji left in a hurry.

He got on the small boat at the pier and crossed the Liao River without stopping. After getting ashore, he went straight back to the commander's mansion in Yingzhou City. Without waiting for Tang Jian and Hou Junji who were waiting outside to ask him a question, he went into his room with a heavy face.

He came to the desk, picked up the pen and wrote down in detail what happened during his meeting with Jie Li today, without leaving out anything. He wrote seven or eight pages of paper and wrote at the end: "Will Jie Li's request be approved? I beg the emperor to make the decision."

"However, Hebei's military strength is weak, and most of them are infantry, while Jie Li's troops are all cavalry. If we lose, I am afraid that I will not be able to control the situation. I urgently need to strengthen my strength. I dare to ask the emperor to transfer the Flying Tiger Army to make up for the lack of military strength."

"Your Highness, I, as your Imperial Envoy, the Right Servant Changsun Wuji, bow my head!"

After finishing writing, Changsun Wuji read it carefully three times to make sure there were no omissions. Then he stretched out his right hand, pulled out an envelope from the documents on the desk, carefully folded the letter, put it into the envelope, and then slumped it on the table.

He picked up the candlestick on the table, tilted it downward, and dripped a large ball of liquid wax onto the sealed opening.

After blowing gently and creating a thin layer of skin on the surface of the wax, he took out his seal, dipped it in the ink, and pressed it hard on the surface.

Pause for a moment, then lift the seal to see the mark on it, and a perfect wax seal is completed.

The whole process is neat and tidy, and it is completed in one go, like flowing water, without any delay, and is extremely beautiful.

The wide sleeves of his robe swayed slightly, without affecting his movements at all. One could tell at a glance that he was someone who had been in a high position for a long time and often did such things.

After doing all this, Changsun Wuji found a small deerskin bag, put the letter in it, and tied a knot.

When I walked out of the gate, I saw Tang Jian and Hou Junji guarding the door.

Zhang Sun Wuji handed the bag to Hou Junji directly, and said solemnly: "Junji, send the most capable personnel to rush it for 800 miles, changing horses but not people, day and night, and deliver it directly to Chang'an for the emperor to see."

"Yes, my lord!"

As soon as he saw Changsun Wuji's face, Hou Junji knew that something big must have happened. Jie Li's 200,000 cavalry were east of the Liao River, and hundreds of thousands of troops were killing each other. Goguryeo was in danger of extinction. I wonder what earth-shattering event has happened?

Hou Junji did not dare to delay, took the deerskin bag and prepared to leave.

"etc."

Hou Junji paused, turned around and looked at Changsun Wuji in confusion, with a questioning look on his face.

Changsun Wuji frowned and thought for a while, then took out a jade pendant from his bosom and handed it to Hou Junji, saying, "This is my identity certificate, the family emblem of the head of the Changsun family."

"Give it to the messenger and tell him to personally deliver the bag to the emperor. No official in the Secretariat or the Hongwen Palace is allowed to read it. If anyone dares to stop him, he can take this token and enter the palace to see the emperor."

'hiss'

Hou Junji's heart trembled and his pupils shrank. What kind of important military intelligence did Changsun Wuji get from Jie Li that made him so cautious and even ignored the procedures.

Generally, memorials from provincial governors and generals were delivered to the Hongwen Hall via the Six Ministries. After being checked and reviewed by officials from the Secretariat, they were reported to the left and right prime ministers or the officials on duty for preliminary processing before being sent to the emperor for review.

This is also true for urgent military and national issues.

Except for the emperor's relatives, such as the empress, imperial concubines, princes, princesses and other special groups who are connected by blood, no one dared to bypass the Hongwen Hall and the Secretariat and hand the memorial directly to the emperor.

The normal operation of the huge management system of the entire court has its strict procedures, which also represent the authority of the court and cannot be arbitrarily destroyed;
Not everyone can offend the group of people in the Central Prime Minister's Office. Who dares to offend them?
Ordinary officials are not immune to this. Even important officials like Hou Junji and Changsun Wuji have to follow the same procedure when submitting memorials.

The last time Tang Jian submitted a memorial, he followed the same process.

Unless the emperor took the initiative to summon a minister for private questioning, otherwise, submitting a memorial without going through the Secretariat would be a big taboo, which would be tantamount to challenging the entire central group including Emperor Li Shimin, and even Li Shimin would not protect him.

But now Changsun Wuji did it without hesitation.

Hou Junji knew that Changsun Wuji was not a person who did not know the importance of things, and he would not trample on the rules at will by relying on his status as a close confidant and relative.

His closeness to the emperor was even greater than his own. He learned about the Xuanwu Gate incident a day in advance, but Changsun Wuji had been planning it at least a few months in advance, or even earlier. It can be said that Changsun Wuji was the person Li Shimin trusted the most, and he was almost the emperor's shadow.

His caution showed that this matter was not only important but also extremely confidential.

Thinking of this, Hou Junji felt that the deerskin bag in his hand had become heavier, and said decisively: "Don't worry, I will send my trusted people to escort it. If anything is lost, those people will destroy the bag directly and will never leak a single bit."

"Jun Ji is indeed reliable in his work."

Upon hearing this, Changsun Wuji nodded in admiration: "No wonder the emperor chose you as his general instead of anyone else to deal with the chaos in Liaodong. The emperor has a very unique vision."

'Well'

Tang Jian's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at Hou Junji with resentment: "Old thief, you are plagiarizing."

Hou Junji's old face turned slightly red. He smiled awkwardly at Tang Jian, took the jade pendant, and left quickly.

That evening, the moon was at its zenith.

In the Turkic camp, after Jie Li fell asleep, a servant who was serving in the Khan's tent returned to his own tent.

He looked around and saw no one, so he locked the door and lit a small tallow lamp.

The servant rummaged through a cloth bag in the corner, then took out a pen and a roll of khaki-colored coarse paper from the bag. Under the dim light, he wrote and drew on the paper, and did not stop until the middle of the night.

After carefully reading the content and confirming that it was correct.

He folded the rough paper into a ball and stuffed it into his sleeve, then opened the curtain door, went to the toilet corner not far outside the tent, and coughed twice.

"Who is it?" The guard patrolling nearby looked over immediately.

The servant said calmly, "It's me!"

"Oh, it's Labul."

The leader's expression suddenly relaxed, and he said jokingly with a smile: "Rabul, is it because the Khan gave you some leftover roasted mutton at a banquet today, and you ate too much, so you couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night and came to squat in the toilet?"

"Zhuolibuhua, you were the one patrolling yesterday, why are you still on patrol today?"

The servant Labul was unwilling to be outdone and retorted, "It seems that you have lost a large sum of money to Turku this time. If you continue to gamble like this, I think you will have to sell your wife out sooner or later to bear children for others."

"Humph, I had bad luck the day before yesterday. I haven't touched a woman in the past two days. Tomorrow night I must win back all the money I lost to Turku."

Zhuolibuhua felt a little ashamed when being teased by Labour, but Labour was a close minister to the Khan, who had once saved the Khan's life on the battlefield and took care of the Khan's daily life. He was deeply trusted by the Khan and Zhuolibuhua could not afford to offend him.

After saying a harsh word, he led the team to patrol elsewhere.

The north in March still carries the remnants of winter's cold, especially at night when the howling cold wind makes people shiver.

After going around the patrol route planned in advance, Zhuolibuhua's team huddled in a night duty tent, started to blow cigarettes, eat some dry food, and replenish their energy. From time to time, someone would go to a remote corner to get water.

One of the guards slipped into the darkness and quietly came to the place where Labul had just been squatting.

Labul was waiting here patiently. When he saw the guard coming, he took out the ball of paper he had just written and handed it to the guard.

There was no verbal exchange between the two men, and they dispersed as soon as they touched each other. The guards who received the message did not stop and quickly returned.

After the shift change in the second half of the night, the guards left the heavily guarded Khan area and returned to their camp.

Not long after, the guard left his tent, secretly went out alone, turned left and right, and appeared in the territory of King Youxian not far away. He entered a remote tent on the outskirts, where there was only an old man on duty.

There was also no communication. The guard handed the paper ball over and left.

Not long after, the paper ball was delivered to Helmu, the chief civil official in charge of government affairs under the Right Wise King.

Although it was late at night, as the chief steward under the Right Wise King, Hermu did not rest and was still handling various affairs.

Li Yan was a lazy man who only knew how to employ people and seize military power, and left all other government affairs to Hermu. Hermu was both happy and worried about this. Faced with such trust and power, he could only repay it with his death, and worked hard for the Right Wise King.

Hearing the news, Hermu took it without changing his expression, unfolded it and read it, occasionally picking up a pen to underline some important contents.
During the five years that Li Yan had been fighting in the Turkic Empire, he had not been idle. In addition to fighting, he had also established a detection system similar to the Jinyiwei. Of course, the special mobile environment of the grassland and the quality of the personnel here could not meet the sophisticated standards of the Central Plains.

However, there is no problem in placing some spies around the leaders of each tribe to keep abreast of the situation at all times.

(End of this chapter)