People in the Tang Dynasty, Jian'an style

Since they hadn't eaten anything in the morning anyway, Li Wenbin had no objection. He nodded and took the two of them to the restaurant.

However, when he arrived at the restaurant, he was recognized by the restaurant manager before he could reveal his identity.

"Your Highness, the largest room upstairs has been prepared for you. Please come in!" When the restaurant manager saw Li Wenbin coming with two beautiful maids, he immediately came forward to greet him with a look of surprise.

"Do you recognize me?" Li Wenbin was a little curious.

"Who doesn't know His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi, who is now famous in Chang'an?" the steward said respectfully.

"Haha, your business is really booming. There are people sitting outside the store!" Li Wenbin smiled as he looked at the people sitting outside the restaurant. The restaurant was already full, but there was still not enough space for the customers, so a lot of tables and chairs were placed on the open space outside the store, and many people sat outside and ordered food and drinks.

"It's all thanks to the guests." The steward also smiled. The most important thing for a restaurant to attract customers is of course fine wine and delicious food. His restaurant just happened to have both, so it was so popular.

Led by the steward, Li Wenbin came to the private room upstairs.

The area of ​​this restaurant is not small, it is even bigger than the Laifenglou that Li Wenbin has been to, but the decoration is far different from Junzilou, it is just better than ordinary restaurants.

However, the private room was not very big, so the guards could only sit downstairs.

"Well, the food in this restaurant is really good." The waiters brought the food up quickly. Li Wenbin tasted it and found it was okay, so he praised it.

When they were drinking happily, they suddenly heard the sound of quarreling downstairs. At first, Li Wenbin and others didn't pay much attention to it. After all, with so many guests, it is inevitable that some of them would be drunk and crazy.

However, soon there was a sound of fighting downstairs. Li Wenbin hurried downstairs to check and saw that a fight had already started downstairs.

The party that took action were his twenty guards, and the opposite side was a group of foreigners in strange clothes.

There were probably dozens of people in this group, led by a middle-aged man in his thirties dressed in gorgeous clothes. The others seemed to be his subordinates and protective warriors.

"Humph! We are Turkic envoys, how dare you treat us like this!"

One of the other warriors spoke disdainfully in stiff Chinese, with a very arrogant look on his face.

Now that the Turkic nation is at its peak, a mood of arrogance permeates the country, and it even looks down on the Tang Dynasty.

As Turkic ambassadors, these people were even more domineering in the Tang Dynasty. The Honglu Temple, which was in charge of foreign affairs, was afraid of causing disputes between the two countries, so it turned a blind eye to the Turkic affairs, which further encouraged the arrogance of these Turks.

"Assholes, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi of the Tang Dynasty is here, and you, a bunch of small Turkic envoys, don't even kneel when you see my Tang prince. Do you really think my Tang Dynasty is easy to bully?" Su Dingfang was more stable, and although he was angry, he spoke in a very organized manner.

The Turks on the opposite side were also stunned. They didn't expect that there was a prince here. They looked at each other in confusion and looked at the middle-aged man with a long beard who was in the lead.

"Haha, I didn't expect it to be the famous Prince Qi. The Turkic minister Bagatur pays homage to His Majesty."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered a few times, and he still knelt down and saluted. Although his subordinates looked reluctant, they still saluted Li Wenbin, but their expressions were very disrespectful.

However, Bagatur seemed very steady. He scolded Li Wenbin in Turkish for a few words, and then said to him, "Your Highness, you misunderstood. I just arrived in Chang'an yesterday and heard that it was very lively here, so I wanted to come and taste it, but I didn't expect these people to stop me in every way. I had no choice but to break in."

This guy is worthy of being a senior Turkic official. He is so thick-skinned that he can be bulletproof and he pushed all the responsibilities onto the guards.

At this time, the restaurant manager also squeezed in from outside, half of his face was swollen, and it was obvious that he was the one who had been beaten just now.

Li Wenbin was furious, but a man wearing Tang Dynasty official uniform rushed out from the side of these Turks.

He whispered in Li Wenbin's ear: "I am Bao Liangcai, the recorder of the Honglu Temple. I am honored to meet His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi. Your Highness, please do not be impulsive. I just heard them speak in Turkish. It seems that they are here to ask for marriage again. It seems that their Khan is already impatient and has the idea of ​​using force. We must not provoke them too much."

"Do you understand Turkic?" Li Wenbin asked.

"Yes, I also serve as an interpreter in the Honglu Temple." Bao Liangcai said with some pride.

At this moment, Bagatur laughed again and said, "Haha, since His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi is here today, I'll go somewhere else. Goodbye!"

After saying that, he bowed and was about to leave. Li Wenbin snorted coldly without saying anything. It seemed that he was also disgusted with these arrogant Turks.

Just as Bagatur turned around and was about to leave, he heard one of his subordinates beside him say something loudly in Turkish, and the other Turks all laughed.

Bagatur thought that Li Wenbin and the others didn't understand, so he didn't care. He smiled and glanced at Li Wenbin and the others, then started to leave.

However, Li Wenbin found that Bao Liangcai beside him had a drastic change of expression. His pretty face turned red, his whole body was shaking slightly with anger, and he clenched his fists several times but then released them, obviously he was extremely angry.

"What did they say?" Li Wenbin's heart sank when he saw Bao Liangcai's reaction.

"They...they said..." Bao Liangcai was almost out of breath, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke, "They said they were going to play with the women of the Tang Dynasty, and then capture a Tang Dynasty princess and bring her back to offer to their Khan to play with!"

"Haha, so what if it's what I, Bayir, said?" The Turkic man laughed, "Weak Tang people, what can you do..."

Before he could finish his words, a sword flashed like lightning.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to draw his sword. He felt his eyebrows exploding and only had time to let out a shrill scream before Li Wenbin had already retracted his sharp sword.

Baier was in a daze, with cold hands and feet.

He was shaking all over. He thought that the power of the sword had cut him in half. He stood there for a long time, unable to move. After a long time, his eyes moved, his hands moved slightly, and he looked down at his body.

Chapter 127: The Turks Who Bully the Weak and Fear the Strong

Bayir was still intact, but as soon as he moved, his clothes were torn into two pieces. The belt just fell to the ground, and the robe fell with it. He was completely naked. There was a line of blood from the center of his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, the chest to his lower body, and at the end, there was a drop of blood tear.

Li Wenbin sighed regretfully and said, "Did you actually hurt yourself? I am really ashamed of my poor skills."

"You, you, you..." Baier pointed at him as if he had seen a ghost, but he was trembling and couldn't say a word.

"I think you should all come together. He can't do it alone!"

Li Wenbin smiled contemptuously and waved his index finger gently at the stunned Turkic warriors.

The Turkic warriors who were frightened by his earth-shattering sword came to their senses, roared in anger, and rushed forward with swords drawn.

The twenty guards from the Prince of Qi's mansion were about to rush forward when they saw this, but were stopped by Su Dingfang with his arms outstretched.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

As an expert, he could naturally see how fast Li Wenbin's sword was and how steady his control was.

With swordsmanship like this, there's no need for them to come forward to help.

Despite this, Li Wenbin is the King of Qi of the Tang Dynasty.

If anything happens, he, the commander of the guards who is responsible for the failure of guarding, will not be able to bear the blame.

Su Dingfang shouted to everyone to stop him, but he grabbed a knife, took two steps forward, stared at Li Wenbin's every move, and was eager to jump up, ready to rush over to save him at any time.

Li Wenbin holds the Qingshuang sword in his hand, the sword energy is like a rainbow, he is like a swimming dragon, his sleeves are fluttering, he dances back and forth gracefully. Although there are Turkic warriors holding sharp blades on all sides, the swords are flashing and cold to the eyes, like a strong wind and snow, and lightning, but he is like dancing alone in the snow, free and easy.

"Guan Tianxing, where are you injured?"

The guards were dazzled by what they saw when they heard Li Wenbin shout loudly.

The guard named Guan Tianxing was stunned at first, then he took a step forward, saluted with one arm, and reported loudly: "Reporting to the prince, someone kicked my left rib."

"what!"

As soon as Guan Tianxing finished speaking, Li Wenbin kicked up with his sword, raised his two scimitars, and kicked a Turkic man in the ribs.

The Turkic man screamed, rolled on the ground like a gourd and fell a long way, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He tried to stand up by supporting himself with his knife, but Li Wenbin's kick contained internal energy, and he spurted out blood. His internal organs were already seriously injured, so he could not move at all. He just straightened up, and another mouthful of blood spurted out. He collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as gold paper.

"Li Erzhu, where are you injured?"

"My subordinate. I was stabbed in the right shoulder."

A bearded man answered excitedly while pressing his bleeding shoulder.

A blade light came from inside like a streak of silk, and Li Wenbin retreated and advanced like a gust of wind following the blade light.

With a flash of sword light, a Turkic warrior's knife was twisted and flew away.

Li Wenbin flashed past like a whirlwind, and there was a sound of swords clashing. The scimitar that slipped out of his hand fell to the ground, but he kicked it on the handle and it flew up diagonally.

With a "puff" sound, the knife pierced into a man's right shoulder. The man groaned and took a few steps back. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. His right arm hung limply, and blood flowed down his arm like a stream.

"Tell me who is injured and where they are injured."

Li Wenbin shouted loudly, and the guards in the palace perked up and started shouting as if they were announcing the names of dishes.

"Your Majesty, I am leaving the court with an injured knee."

"Your Majesty. My subordinate Qiao Shi has had his finger cut."

"Your Majesty, this subordinate Luo Shitou..."

"Your subordinate Liu Qi..."

Li Wenbin moved around, punishing each person exactly as the guards said.

When no more soldiers reported injuries, under his punishment of "returning the favor in their own way", seven or eight Turkic warriors had lost their fighting power and withdrew from the battle group.

Li Wenbin laughed loudly, and the sword in his hand was as powerful as the Milky Way rolling back, and he began to turn defense into offense.

Sword lights swirled like silver snakes flying through the air, and screams and shadows of flying clothes were heard from the battle group from time to time.

When he put away his sword and stepped back, standing proudly three feet in front of his team, a group of muscular, disheveled handsome men appeared in front of him.

How can they fight when they are all naked?

It would not be possible for those Turkic warriors to advance with their naked bodies and scimitars in hand.

It was not right to retreat. Everyone's face turned purple amid the sneers of the Tang people who were watching, but they didn't know what to do.

Bagatur had just walked halfway when he saw a young man in ordinary clothes killing his men like a monkey.

He couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He didn't expect that this young man, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, had such excellent swordsmanship.

He thought that with his own strength, he might not be his match.

Bagatur was not very angry when he saw that his guards were defeated.

Seeing Li Wenbin withdrawing, the seven or eight guards who were left at the scene all had their clothes cut off by Li Wenbin's sword. They looked so ugly and were ridiculed by the Tang people that their faces turned blue.

He rushed over with a gloomy face and shouted at the naked guards: "Get out of here! Isn't this embarrassing enough?"

Then he turned to Li Wenbin and said with a sinister smile: "You are so majestic and capable. I am the Turkic envoy Bagatur. I have not yet asked for your name, what is it?"

Li Wenbin said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I am Li Wenbin, the King of Qi of the Tang Dynasty."

"Your Highness Prince Qi..." Bagatur said with a sullen face, "Your Excellency is a prince of the Tang Dynasty, and you represent the style of a country. Although you have excellent swordsmanship, using such a despicable means to humiliate warriors from other countries can't be said to be fair and just, right? Is this your personal behavior, or are all Tang people so barbaric? Please teach me, Your Highness Prince Qi."

Li Wenbin turned around and smiled at Bao Liangcai, "You see, when he was more arrogant than you, he would politely ask for your advice. If it was me who was defeated now, he would draw his knife and cut the fat pork."

Bagatur's face turned red. He was indeed a little afraid of Li Wenbin's martial arts. He thought that even if he took action, he would get nothing good, so he wanted to attack Wen.

Unexpectedly, Li Wenbin's sword was sharp and his words were even more wicked. Bagatur was furious. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and shouted coldly: "You insulted my Turkic envoys like this. Do you think there is no one in the Turkic world? Come, take all these people down. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy."

Many Turkic warriors roared with approval and drew their weapons to rush forward. They wanted to provoke, so they were numerous and powerful, and they all carried weapons.

There were not many people around Li Wenbin. The guards armed with swords and guns immediately surrounded their injured brothers and unarmed people in the middle, narrowed the circle, pointed their swords and guns outwards, and took a defensive posture.

Su Dingfang drew his sword and rushed to Li Wenbin, shouting urgently, "Your Majesty, please step back."

Chapter 128 Acting

"What's the hurry?"

Li Wenbin slowly took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms, held the sword across his chest, and wiped the blade carefully.

He waited until the sword was no longer stained with blood, then he shook his hand, and the blood-stained silk handkerchief was immediately blown up by the wind and floated into the air. Many Tang soldiers stood up on the roofs, behind the walls, and among the flowers.

These soldiers had young looks. They were the 500 young soldiers from Prince Qi's Palace. No one knew when they had been lurking here.

The Tang army's weapons were mainly bows and crossbows. These young soldiers all drew their bows and shot arrows, with the cold arrows pointing far away at the Turkic warriors present, forming an impenetrable three-dimensional defense line.

As soon as the bowstring sounds, who among these Turks who will be the first to bear the brunt of the attack can be faster than the speed of the crossbow arrow?

Bagatur's face suddenly changed when he saw this. Li Wenbin shouted in a deep voice: "This is Chang'an, the Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, the Chang'an of the Tang people. How can we allow you barbarians to be so presumptuous? Soldiers, all of you should be alert. Anyone who refuses to retreat after being warned will be killed without mercy!"

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Inside the Taiji Hall of the Taiji Palace, Li Yuan was discussing state affairs with his ministers, and they happened to be discussing the issue of marriage with the Turks.

"Your Majesty, the Turks are becoming increasingly powerful and have already defeated several surrounding countries and tribes. The Turkic Khan Jie Li is now very fond of the Tang Dynasty and has sent people to ask for marriage many times. This is a great opportunity to win over the Turks, so I think we should agree to the Turks' marriage proposal!"

"This is absolutely not allowed!" Before Kong Yingda could leave, someone stood up to object.

"Marriages have been around for a long time. In ancient times, the friendship between Qin and Jin was a legend. Why can't a Tang princess marry a Turk?"

"Master Kong, you don't know that it is precisely because the Turkic national strength is growing that they often show disrespect to our Tang Dynasty. If we agree to marry the princess to the Turkic now, it will only encourage the Turkic arrogance, which is not good for the country or the people."

The ministers in the court were also divided into two factions. One faction, headed by orthodox Confucian scholars, sang praises and supported the marriage, believing that the marriage would help deepen the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

The other faction was mainly composed of strategists such as Fang Xuanling and Zhangsun Wuji who assisted Li Shimin in the Tian Ce Palace. Their ideas were the same as Fang Xuanling's, and they were all opposed to the marriage with the Turks.

Both groups were important officials in the court. Those who supported the marriage relied on their numbers, while Fang Xuanling and Zhangsun Wuji had fewer people and they were not on good terms with each other. However, each of them was a powerful person and everyone's words carried great weight, so the two groups argued evenly and neither could convince the other.

The only people who did not participate in the argument in the court were some centrists and military generals. The centrists stood there pretending to be stupid, agreeing with what both sides said but not making a clear statement. They were all slick old foxes.