Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Considering that he was actually a very kind person, Yuan Congqian did not accidentally use the knife to chop Miss Fanzu Daimyo again. After all, he still had to leave some clothes to cover the child's face.

Just like that, Daimyo Hoashi accepted the caress of the hot wind while facing the enemy.

After a long time, Yuan Congqian patted his thigh, which was very resilient, and leaned close to Miss Daming's ear: "Come on, can you say that sentence now? After all, I am the envoy of the suzerain country. It is not strange to use that title for me, right?"

There was only a wall between him and the guards he had arranged. On the balcony where he usually drank the most, he was touched on his thighs and surrounding private parts by a strange man he didn't know, and he was threatened in all aspects that he couldn't refute...

Miss Daming and her self-esteem were finally crushed.

Under Yuan Congqian's gaze, she slowly opened her mouth and whispered:

"Lord, master..."

Miss Daming's self-esteem flowed out.

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Chapter 197: The Fanzu Treaty, the Master's Mission

The Hall of Eternal Life in Fanzu Domain was modeled after the Hall of Eternal Life in Chenyan, the capital of Dayan, but its overall size was significantly smaller.

In fact, she was not the only one who did this in the East. The four dynasties in the Northern Dynasty basically imitated the palaces of the Great Yan Dynasty a hundred years ago. The imperial city of Suochuan was larger than Baizao, while the Southern Dynasty tended to favor the traditional red lacquer shrine architecture of the East.

After returning with the Foam Originium Technique, the Hozu Daimyo immediately locked herself in a room with incense burning, not wanting to see anyone. It was not until the autumn wind brought in dazzling sunlight from the paper window that she opened her eyes and realized that it was already the next day.

The first thing she did was to reach down.

Sure enough, even though she didn't touch her underwear, the wrinkled pleated sheets had a faint wet mark. Her thighs were also cold, obviously because they were cut open skillfully without hurting her skin.

"All of my clothes have been cut open."

The Agor girl covered her eyes and groaned in her heart.

Putting aside the shame she suffered, the twelve pieces were really expensive.

Besides, how could she put aside the shame?

If she hadn't thought that the people from Yan were worth a joke, if she hadn't reached an agreement with the Wang family of Langyi, if she hadn't purchased those high-powered explosive arrows used to suppress the civil unrest...would she not have been do such a thing to the man?

Hozuki Daimyo wanted to forget everything and continue sleeping, pretending that the nightmare last night had never happened. But her thighs under her skirt kept itching, repeatedly reminding her that this was the place that had been touched by a man.

"It's itchy. There's something wrong with his hands..."

In the gentle sound of mosquito bites.

Miss Daiming curled up her body and rubbed her thighs against each other to relieve the itch. But the more she rubbed, the more ashamed she felt, and the image of the brown film kept appearing in front of her eyes.

In some records of Agor research that cannot be traced back, the ancestors of the Hoashi daimyo called it the Agor rejection reaction, which is a phenomenon in which the body is resisting certain influences on the body.

For example, she would be like this when facing Originium products.

However, he is a noble, he cannot be infected...

As Miss Daimyo's thighs kept rubbing against each other, her rationality and thinking ability gradually became lost, just like last night. Just before her rationality was about to break, the waiter knocked on her door cautiously.

A female voice woke Daimyo from the vague itching and heat.

"Da Ming Palace. Yan Rong has sent a petition."

The Daimyo Hoashi slapped the tatami hard with his fish tail.

She changed her original clear and crisp voice of a young girl into the elegant voice like the sound of a crane and jade chimes that the nobles of the Eastern Kingdom had to learn since childhood: "I know the recipe. Shang Shi, you can put the book aside and wait for orders. I will read this recipe later."

"Yes. I'll take my leave." The attendant bowed respectfully through the paper door and left.

A pile of foam stuck together, like a human hand, rolled up the letter she placed in front of the door and passed it through the gap in the wooden frame of the paper door to the hands of the Daimyo Hozuki. She used the nail of her little finger to scratch the wax and the envelope, and then hooked out the letter.

When she saw the name of the sender, Miss Daming trembled all over.

The person who wrote to her was Miss Daming's "master", Yuan Congqian. She had thought that the master's order would come sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to come so soon, and she didn't even have time to change her pants.

She wanted to force herself to throw the secret letter away, but she had to look at it carefully.

"Request the Hozu clan to sign an agreement with Yan Country to compensate for the loss of special arrows..."

"First, the Duke of Yan is allowed to stay in Fanzu and set up a consulate and open a trading company."

"First, the people of Yan can freely travel and trade to the interior of the East through Fanzu Domain."

Miss Daming has been practicing calligraphy since she was a child, and it can be seen that Yuan Congqian's handwriting is actually quite good.

It seems that he learned calligraphy from a master with beautiful handwriting, and then copied the works of a master who was unrivaled in his time. In addition, he was arrogant and liked to draw thin vertical strokes with golden hooks and long downward strokes as sharp as knives, which was beyond words, and he had formed his own style.

Seeing this, Miss Daming's emotions remained relatively stable.

Yuan Congqian's first two requests were not serious, even just ordinary. She could also see the novel calligraphy that the Fanzu clan had been working on for a hundred years without producing. In fact, Fanzu Daimyo was no longer so resistant to reading the secret letter written to her by Yuan Congqian.

But Yuan Congqian's three agreement requirements made her hands tremble.

"1. When citizens of Yan State become defendants in civil or criminal lawsuits in the Fanzu Domain, Yan State has the power to judge and convict them in accordance with the Great Yan Code. This can be called consular jurisdiction and extraterritoriality. The daimyo can choose whichever one suits his ears."

"1. A Customs Collection Office shall be set up for Yanguo business, directly under the jurisdiction of the daimyo. The leader of the Customs Collection Office shall not be a native of the East except Yanguo. The Customs Collection Office shall have the power to carry out relief activities in Hoshiba Domain without the order of Suokawa."

“一、帆足藩根据炎国特种箭技术流失，在1056年前赔偿白银300万两、铁甲舰两只，1058年前共赔偿白银1000万两，1063年前共赔偿白银2000万两......”

Who can translate for her what extraterritoriality and the Customs Collection Office mean? In Yuan Congqian's writing, if Fanzu Fan really accepted his five conditions, would the Yan people come to the East to do business, or to become the Supreme Emperor of the East?

This doesn't look like an envoy writing a letter to the Lord of Daimyo City.

It was clearly Yuan Congqian who was pressing her head and whispering to her!

When he saw the words "This is the master's mission" written on the final payment, Fan Zuo Daimyo was so frightened that his tail flew off and he almost dropped the secret letter in his hand. He hurriedly used the gilded fan with fish scale pattern to half cover his face to hide his panic.

"Is he crazy? How could he sign these five articles?"

The secret letter was shaken, and a ball of white clothes fell out of it. The Daimyo reached out to catch it, and when she looked closely, she saw that it was the clothes she had taken off last night, clean and tidy as new. She felt dizzy again.

"He, he, he, what does he mean by this? Is he threatening me?"

Fanzu Daimyo grabbed the white clothes, and this time even his hands began to scratch. What Yuan Congqian meant was, if you don't agree and dare to disobey your master's order, next time you will lose more than just this piece of clothes, right?

Thinking of the yellow sand, Daimyo Hozuki hugged himself involuntarily and looked at the secret letter that fell on the table.

If you think about it carefully, it is not to the point of losing sovereignty and humiliating the country. It is just that the status of Yan people in Fanzu Domain is a little more honorable. But compared with the nobles and samurai under her rule, the privileges that Yan people want are only slightly higher than those of ordinary people.

It cannot be said that it is difficult to accept, it can only be said that it is a natural thing.

Anyway, these are all conditions. The other party did not directly send troops to attack her in the name of the daimyo assassinating his relatives. In this way, at least she and the Hoashi clan can save a little bit of face and will not be blamed too much.

Otherwise, just sign it...

Chapter 198: Just the Master's Mission

Yuan Congqian is certainly not a Sarkaz.

After the implementation of the Treaty of Hoashi, the quality of life of the civilians in this city will definitely improve tenfold, because he wants to take this opportunity to clear the fields and investigate the slaves, and the main targets are the stubborn elements in the Hoashi domain who are unwilling to accept free trade.

If the Customs Collection Office provides relief to the common people of Hoashi Domain in the name of the daimyo, what use is there for all the officials in the court?

When the common people found out that the Yan people were coming, they would live a better life, with cheap and affordable canned luncheon meat for every meal, and the samurai class that rode on their heads disappeared, what would they think? This was a slap in the face of the nobles, do they still have any shame?

The treaty he proposed to Miss Daming seemed to cause the Fanzu clan to lose power and humiliate the country, but in fact it was deepening her authority - whether Yuan Congqian himself believed this was not important, he wrote this to Miss Daming anyway.

Inside the restaurant, the Yan people were still collecting intelligence despite the language barrier.

The rise of the core circle countries aroused the vigilance of the Yan Kingdom’s Imperial City Bureau. They began to deliberately cultivate foreign language talents, but there were very few people who were proficient in the Eastern language.

Newspapers were hard to buy, and most of the city residents were nobles, who did not consume in public restaurants. It was a royal city security officer who, disguised as a scholar from the East, bought a bundle of newspapers from a poor public noble who used it as a padding for his house.

They were eager to know what kind of person Daimyo Hoashi was.

"The name of this generation of Hoashi Daimyo is Mingle, which means bright and happy. However, in the East Country, women are naturally inferior to men in participating in politics. The Hoashi Daimyo has three consecutive generations of male succession, so her succession is very strange."

An official produced a number of newspapers that were two or three years past their expiration date.

He pointed at the information about the deceased daimyo above and whispered:

"The previous daimyo was her brother. He took the crown prince to Suochuan to celebrate the birthday of Ruihe Donghuang, but unfortunately they were attacked by some kind of beast in the sea and all the people on board died. Donghuang sent Fanzu Weiyi to investigate, but he also disappeared."

"What about the other male branches?"

"The previous daimyo's younger brother, Hoashi Munechika, was found by the court officials to have served poisoned wine to his elder brother, and he drank poison and committed suicide in prison. All of Hoashi Munechika's descendants also drowned at home, and died from water foam filling their lungs."

“It’s murder to seize power.”

Yu Cheng said without hesitation: "Through the foam, the venom can be easily transported. This is consistent with the Originium technique described by Mayor Yuan. I think it must be someone from the Fanzu clan who did it."

"There are also rumors that the previous daimyo was stabbed to death long before he boarded the Yaeten-shun ship, and that it was the Tengu who carried his body up the stairs, then threw the daimyo down and locked him in the room that was found locked during the salvage process."

"This is... appalling."

All the Yan State officials present were shocked.

In order to fight for power, Hozumi Akira even killed her two brothers. After the victory, she also brutally cleaned up their male descendants to prevent them from threatening her position again.

The decline of the Hoashi clan was obvious to everyone, and there must be more support from the court officials behind the scenes. Through the exchange of interests, Hoashi Kagura maintained a tacit understanding with the Hoashi court officials and successfully succeeded to the throne.

"It's probably not easy to associate with such a ruthless king."

Yu Cheng frowned and paced back and forth.

If Dongguo was still a vassal state of Yanguo, this kind of daimyo would definitely be banned by Yanguo, but Dongguo is not like that now.

He looked up and asked Yuan Congqian:

"Village Chief Yuan, tell me more about what she said to you last night and what she did to you. Have you checked the wine you drank to see if it was just alcohol or if there was any drug involved?"

"I questioned and reprimanded her for stealing Yan Nation's special arrows, and she verbally agreed to open up trade."

"She agreed too easily. She is not willing to be a vassal monarch of Da Yan. Fanzu Mingle will definitely launch a crazy counterattack. You should pay more attention to your surroundings and run to the Shenwu Army if there is any trouble."

To be honest, Yu Cheng felt a chill in his heart when he learned how Fanzu Mingle came to power.

He was not afraid of the other party's intelligence, but was afraid that the other party's struggle for power and profit had affected their minds and began to be short-sighted. In this case, Fanzu Mingle might get angry and encircle and suppress them without considering the consequences.

"Yes." The other officials clasped their fists.

dong dong dong.

There was a polite knock on the door.

One of the Imperial City Bureau's spies looked around cryptically, quietly put his knife into his bosom, and walked towards the door. Another spy set up a crossbow, aimed at the door, and asked the officials to hide in the bunker. His finger even rested directly on the trigger.

It was like a group of warriors had gathered at the door, ready to rush in and kill at any time.

When he opened the door, it was not a warrior, but a palace lady with a silver seal and a blue ribbon.

She was wearing the clothes of Yan country, but she spoke the sharp and unpleasant language of Dong country, which made the officials of Honglu Temple blush. She talked with the spy for a while, turned around and left, and the spy came back with a sullen face.

"It's just as Mayor Yuan said. The Fanzu Daimyo has ulterior motives and agreed to open a trading port with Yan. Not only that, she is also willing to set up a separate department to collect customs duties and hand it over to the Yan people to manage, and she needs to help the refugees from the Fanzu domain!"

"In addition, Daming Hall invites Yuan Congqian Hall to have a drink in Changsheng Hall to discuss compensation!"

"Are you letting the village head go alone again?"

"You are so brave, you thief from the East Country!"

The official from the Honglu Temple yelled angrily, "What do you think of us?!"

The spy slowly told the terms of the treaty given by the Fanzu Daimyo, and said bitterly: "If this gets out, what will become of our Yan Country? What's the difference between us and the core circle countries? Do we still have any shame?"

"That's secondary. Dongguo stole the secrets first, and Yanguo already had the advantage of public opinion. But she is using us as pawns in her political strategy. She wants to use us to seize the power of the Fanzu clan and strike at the two landlords."

Yu Cheng snorted coldly, obviously seeing the Daimyo's thoughts: "She used the nobles to clean up the clan members who might affect her position, and now she uses us to clean up the nobles and the Wu family! What a good political game."

Yuan Congqian also gave his own evaluation:

"If you try to manipulate power, you will eventually be harmed by it. Let's see how long she can be so arrogant."

Among the indignant Yan officials, his comments seemed very appropriate and went unnoticed.

……

"It's just the master's mission, uh huh..."

Under Yuan Congqian's gaze, Fanzu Mingle lay weakly on the tatami with his limbs and face flushed.

Her body was like it couldn't leave Yuan Congqian. Every time he gently touched her, it would give her feedback that constantly impacted her brain. She couldn't stand it at all. Just being patted on the shoulder made her like this.

The only good news is that she is gradually adapting to this shock and will be able to adapt soon...

"You sent the contents of the treaty to the mission. I like it very much."

Yuan Congqian approached her and raised his glass: "But you let me drink alone, that's not right. Doesn't it look like you are asking the head of the Yan country envoys to drink with you and deliberately humiliating the Yan country delegation?"

Chapter 3: Miss Daming's Don't Laugh Challenge (Additional Chapter )