Da Song Private Investigator

Yan Shu's arrival was only to invite Hwarang, and when Hwarang agreed to be there, he left in a hurry.

After deciding to compete among the Three Kingdoms, the entire capital immediately exploded.

In the capital, some radical people were very impulsive. When they heard that there was going to be a competition, they cheered for Da Song on the street, and after seeing Xia Liao's people, they made various insulting actions.

What they did made people very helpless. They loved their country very much, but they lacked the demeanor of a big country, so in order to resolve this matter, Bao Zheng often came forward to mediate.

And when the people in the capital were so excited, some relevant personnel had already started to arrange the venue in the back garden of the palace.

It was the beginning of spring at this time, and the flowers in the back garden were rushing to bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers made people deeply intoxicated.

In the evening, Zhao Zhen called Bao Zheng, Yan Shu, and Di Qing to the palace to inquire about the preparations. After the three of them shared their thoughts, Zhao Zhen frowned slightly, and said, "Hwarang represents me in the Song Dynasty. , is it suitable? Although he has the token of Zhen, he is not a person of official rank after all, will he make Xia Liao's envoy laugh when he appears?"

Zhao Zhen's worry was not without a problem, but Bao Zheng had expected this, so after Zhao Zhen finished speaking, Bao Zheng immediately stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, your majesty, if those envoys from Xia and Liao even our Great Song Dynasty Even if a commoner can't win, it makes them even more incompetent. At that time, how dare they say anything."

After Zhao Zhen heard it, he was relieved a lot, and said with a smile: "Bao Aiqing is right."

After that, the three made another report, and did not let the three go back until Zhao Zhen felt that the competition was safe.

As the night darkened, the entire capital was still immersed in a lively atmosphere.

But in the posthouse in the capital, the envoys of the Xia and Liao countries knew each other like chickens and dogs, and never communicated with each other.

In Li Jingming's room, there were three people standing. These three people looked dignified, their heads were slightly lowered, but their eyes were all looking at Li Jingming. Li Jingming stared at the three people, and suddenly snorted angrily, asking Said: "The three of you are sure to win?"

The three of them looked at each other, and then a burly man with a beard took a step forward and said, "Don't worry, general, this subordinate is the number one archery master in Western Xia. How could he be afraid of such a weak Song?"

The person who spoke was Wu Xin, and Li Jingming seemed to know him very well. After he finished speaking, Li Jingming nodded slightly: "I'm not really worried about archery, but what I'm worried about now is poetry. As far as I am in Xixia, I can be said to be the number one talented person, but what about you, Qingyun?"

As Li Jingming said, he cast his gaze on a handsome, bookish man. The man cupped his hands slightly and said, "You can rest assured, the general. Although the villain is not as talented as Brother Wen, he is by no means Mediocrity."

"So you all have confidence?"

The three of them immediately knelt down and said, "Victory is bound to be won, and I will show off the prestige of Xixia."

"Okay, okay, okay, just have your words!" Li Jingming was very excited, and after saying this, he glanced deeply at the place where the envoy of the Liao Kingdom lived.

The spring breeze was blowing, and the windows of the envoy's house of the Liao Kingdom were open. From time to time, a spring breeze would blow, bringing with it a scent of fragrant grass.

General Yeluye of the Liao Kingdom sat near the window, then glanced at the three people in the room, his eyes shifted from one person to another, and finally stopped on a bookish man, and then asked: " Tang Feng, I know you used to be from Song Dynasty, now you want to compete with Song Dynasty, what do you want to say?"

Tang Feng was bookish, giving people a slightly sluggish feeling, but after Yeluye asked this question, he immediately bowed and said: "This subordinate used to be from Song Dynasty, but now he is from Daliao, so he belongs to Those who deal with Song Dynasty will never show mercy, the general can rest assured."

Hearing Tang Feng say these words, Yeluye only nodded slightly, and when Tang Feng saw Yeluye nodding, his heart suddenly relaxed. He knew the general Yeluye very well, he did not He would trust anyone, especially a person from Song Dynasty like him who had defected to Daliao.

So what Yeluye said just now was purely to test whether Tang Feng was really loyal to Daliao. If he found out that something was wrong, it would be difficult for Tang Feng to return to Daliao.

Now that Yeluye nodded, Tang Feng felt relieved for the time being.

And when Yeluye nodded, he cast his eyes on the other two, one of the other two was very young and had a strong figure, and the other was an old man, although this old man was old, his eyes were piercing God, give man an indescribable wisdom.

Yelu Ye looked at the young man and asked, "Young Brother Yelu Gong, are you sure that you can surpass Song and Xixia in bow and arrow?"

Yelv Gong looked disdainful, snorted coldly, and said: "Don't worry, brother, it's not like you don't know my archery skills, my archery skills are the best in the whole Daliao, if I'm not sure, who can? "

Tang Feng couldn't get used to Yelv Gong being so arrogant, but even if he couldn't get used to it, he wouldn't say anything, because he knew how to protect himself wisely.

After Yelu Gong finished speaking, Yelu Ye nodded with a smile: "Your brother's archery method is naturally believed by me, but I don't understand why you persuade me to change the text ratio to two." What about the first one?"

After Yelu Ye finished asking this question, Yelu Gong immediately turned around and glanced at Tang Feng, and asked, "Do you know why?"

These words were very arrogant, but Tang Feng was not angry at all. He just smiled, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "The general has far-sighted plans, and my subordinates really can't figure it out."

Yelu Gong snorted coldly: "I don't think you can guess it. We already had a full plan when we came here. You are just a smoke bomb we let go. The real master of literature is our Mr. Yelu Jingtian."

When Yelu Gong mentioned Yelu Jingtian, his tone was a little respectful, but that Yelu Jingtian quickly laughed at his slack face full of wrinkles, and said: "The general is really old, I am just a scholar, that's all. I dare not call him a master of literature.”

As soon as Yelu Jingtian finished speaking, Tang Feng quickly made a big salute and said, "Mr. Yelu is polite, if you are not a great writer, then who is? In the entire Daliao, no one knows that Yelu Jingtian is the number one literati in Daliao. If you To be humble is to make me ashamed."

Tang Feng's flattery was very cryptic. Yelu Jingtian smiled slightly after listening to it, and then only said that he would not disgrace his mission, and then refused to say another word.