The Western Xia emissary had already understood the cause of the matter as he was being pressed by the forbidden army on his way to meet the emperor.
Li Ang Shun's face was composed, and without half a struggle he followed the forbidden army. When he entered the palace, those assassins who were instructed by him to just want to go and tie Chu Wei over to talk to him were kneeling on the ground in a sorry state, and there were spots of blood on top of the corners of their clothes.
Li Anshun, who had been expressionless, saw them, and his expression changed violently. Hate to go forward to grab their collars and roar: you even dare to wield a knife at him, who let you go to catch the emperor?
But he didn't say it after all, and instead grimaced and fell to his knees.
Gu Yuanbai's previous gentle face when facing the envoys had been withdrawn, and he said in a deep voice, "Li Angshun, the seventh prince of Western Xia."
Li Anshun looked up and did not see any wounds on him, which made him sure that the men he had sent had indeed not hurt the Emperor of Daheng.
It was good that he wasn't hurt, he couldn't help but think.
Daheng Emperor tone is okay, just will Li Angshun intention to send people to assassinate him one by one elaboration, the ministers standing on both sides than the discussion of debatable field that day of the look is even more cold, and so on the saint finished, then there are officials stood out, the words of the fierce anger of the Western Xia misdeeds of the heart, demanding compensation for things.
Xixia was in pain and had absolutely no idea how to retort. But by the time they heard the number of claims Daheng demanded later, their faces turned green.
This assassination did not come to an end until nightfall. The Western Xia ambassadors would be placed under house arrest at the Ming Sing Post, where they wrote letters in their own handwriting begging for help, which were sent to the Western Xia along with the terms of Daheng's claim.
Toward the end when everything was about to end, Li Angshun suddenly wanted to request a word with His Majesty. Gu Yuanbai leaned back in the dragon chair, touched the jade trigger on his finger, looked at him for a moment, and said expressionlessly, "Come forward."
The Prince of Western Xia was followed by the forbidden army as he stepped forward, looking at Gu Yuanbai with complexity in his eyes, "The foreign minister did not let anyone assassinate you."
You didn't argue just now, but now you're arguing?
Gu Yuanbai couldn't understand his brain circuit, originally in a bad mood, this time even more with some cold impatience, "Oh? Then these assassins towards me stabbed over when also just I see the wrong eyes?"
Li Anshun: "It is true that these people were assigned by the foreign minister, but whether you believe it or not, the foreign minister did not let them hurt you."
The Western Xia Emperor was strange.
He didn't look as if he was holding a grudge against Gu Yuanbai.
Gu Yuanbai barely moved, "Bring it down."
The Western Xia Emperor turned away with a sullen face, Chu Wei was truly a calamity, it was all because of him that he had ended up in this situation.
This look on Emperor Daheng's face made it clear that he didn't believe his words.
After everyone had left, Gu Yuanbai asked, "What hour is it?"
"It's almost the eleventh hour." Tian Fusheng said.
Gu Yuanbai got up and glanced toward him, Tian Fusheng had already packed up all those letters, and would send them to the Northern Border when the next day dawned.
The saint remembered something, "That handkerchief, that note, anything that has nothing to do with the border war, return it all to me."
Tian Fusheng immediately said, "Yes, I'll pack up now."
Gu Yuanbai lowered his eyebrows and made his way back to the bedchamber.
It was a happy time when the Western Xia emissary was used as a punching bag, and all the anger was suppressed. But when it was now late at night and no one was making a sound, that anger of being made a fool of came rushing back.
Every move Xue Yuan made towards Gu Yuanbai was as if he was trying to pour out his heart to Gu Yuanbai.
But now look, meh.
Gu Yuanbai was rarely fooled, whether it was before or now. After becoming the monarch of Daheng, Xue Yuan was still the first person to fool him.
Gu Yuanbai, who is very suspicious, almost really want to believe that Xue Yuan is like him, but at this time, the original text of the connection between the male main attacker and the subject of the boom appeared, "Boom" a moment to make Gu Yuanbai remember, he is in the world is a book.
The two main characters in the original article still look as if they were made for each other.
Interesting.
Xue Yuan is so fucking funny.
Gu Yuanbai slept with some fire this night. When he woke up the next day, his throat was a little sore from the fire, and it was a little difficult to swallow tea. But as he lay in bed resting with his eyes closed, Gu Yuanbai suddenly figured it out.
It's pretty good that the two of them, the real ones, are together. It's pretty good.
But Xue Yuan had better be self-aware, he had better know clearly what he can and cannot do. Since he and Chu Wei have seedlings, then don't come to Gu Yuanbai in front of, secretly a set of openly a set, playing Gu Yuanbai when fun?
Gu Yuanbai was a good young man in society, and more importantly, he was the one who had been whoring out Xue Yuan, and he didn't deserve to be fooled once and then hunted down for thousands of miles. But Xue Yuan had better be able to give Gu Yuanbai an explanation, and if there was no explanation, if he still dared to send those lovey-dovey letters to Gu Yuanbai here openly and honestly, then such a person, Gu Yuanbai squeezed his hand.
Death is not enough.
Tian Fusheng was packing up his things and said in a trembling tone, "Your Holiness, that jadeite jade trigger sent by Lord Xue--"
"Send it back," Gu Yuanbai's eyebrows were blocked by the misty fog in the tea, unable to see his expression, "Throw it to him, I'll let him keep it for his future daughter-in-law."
Gu Yuanbai wasn't going to continue whoring Xue Yuan.
It's no fun.
*
Winter goes by so fast, it seems like a dozen days can go by in the blink of an eye.
In January, in the cold winter months, just over twenty days away from the New Year, the last batch of letters sent from the capital to the northern border finally reached the hands of the generals.
The people at the post station, with their faces covered in snow and their layers of clothes unable to block the cold, were freezing and shivering, and said towards Old General Xue, "General, this is the last time that our post station will come to deliver a letter before the year is up, and if you want to deliver a letter afterward, you will have to wait until after the new year, and at that time, my officials will come back to this side to collect the letter again."
This letter was naturally a regular epistle, not a zhengzheng about the war in the northern border, and Old General Xue smiled and said, "Good, we'll make a note of it."
When the postman left, someone went up to check and said in surprise, "Why are all the things sent to Xue Jiuyao?"
Xue Yuan originally stood carelessly on the sidelines, not thinking at all that he would receive a reply. When he heard this, his eyelids jumped, and he took a big step forward to take a look, but no, on a big package that landed at the top, there was a note with the word Xue Yuan written on it.
This one big package was all sent to him?
Xue Yuan is a little uncertain, Gu Yuanbai can give him back a letter is good, this situation, it is hard not to be what he is thinking about what close to the heart, but also sent to the northern border together?
This package was so large and conspicuous that everyone gathered around Xue Yuan. Mixed with jealousy and envy, they said, "Good boy, this is how much the family misses you, how many letters must they have sent you?"
Old General Xue pinched the thin two or three family letters in his hand, feeling humiliated, looking at Xue Yuan are extraordinarily unpleasant, "Your mother sent it to you?"
Xue Yuan's eyelids jumped several times, his mood mixed with disbelief and flattered, he held the bag and headed out, "I'll go take a look."
Xue Yuan took three steps back to his tent and closed the door tightly. Excitedly, he went to unpack his baggage, Gu Yuanbai couldn't have given him a reply letter, something so heavy, did he even send the clothes Gu Yuanbai was wearing?
Any used handkerchiefs? Silver chopsticks that wiped your lips?
The package hadn't even been opened yet, and Xue Yuan were as if they could smell that aroma around Gu Yuanbai.
Long and lingering, rich and honorable, Xue Yuan could almost drown in this fragrance.
This is definitely just something that was sent from the palace.
The corners of Xue Yuan's mouth hooked up in a smile, his eyebrows raised in a radiant manner. As soon as the bag was opened, the first thing that rolled out of it was an emerald green jade trigger.
Xue Yuan's gaze froze, his eyes chasing after the jade wrench that rolled away, and he reached out in time to pick it up in his hand.
This jade trigger looked familiar, wasn't it the thing he had given to Gu Yuanbai?
Xue Yuan had a bad feeling in his heart. He clutched the jade trigger finger in his hand and rummaged through the baggage, all of which looked familiar, all of which were letters he had sent to Gu Yuanbai.
There is a piece of clothing inside, but that piece of clothing is Xue Yuan's clothing, is once Gu Yuanbai in the Xue mansion to escape the rain that day to borrow wear Xue Yuan's clothes.
Xue Yuan clutched this piece of clothing, his brows deeply wrinkled, he buried his face in the clothing, and when he inhaled, it was as if he could still inhale the scent of Gu Yuanbai's body, inhale the clear and cold wetness of that rainy day.
Why was everything he gave Gu Yuanbai sent back?
Is it that you don't like Syvandan's head and are intimidated?
It was also true, Xue Yuan thought, that when he had once touched his head's hand to peel lychee for Gu Yuanbai, Gu Yuanbai had disliked his hand as unclean.
Thinking so, but the anxiety in his heart grew deeper and deeper. Xue Yuan's lower jaw tensed into a cold, hard mold as he rummaged through the contents of the bag one by one.
Finally, he found a letter from Tian Fusheng at the bottom.
Tian Fusheng wrote the two words that the saint said to him on the letter and told Lord Xue, one is that in the future, you are not allowed to write letters to the saint that have nothing to do with the border war, if you write a word about the wind and moon, then it will be dealt with according to the crime. Secondly, since Lord Xue you once asked for this jade trigger finger, the Holy Spirit sent someone to send the thing back to you, the Holy Spirit said, let you give it to your future daughter-in-law.
Tian Fusheng wrote in the letter of the language as euphemistic as possible, but the original words of the Holy Spirit, he gave directly copied up.
Xue Yuan who read the letter was dumbfounded.
He clutched the clothes worn by His Holiness and looked at a floor of envelopes filled with his thoughts, utterly confused.
He also lowered his head and read Tian Fusheng's letter five or six times, a dozen times, turning it over and over, and even began to read it backwards, but no matter how he read it, he couldn't figure out why Gu Yuanbai had uttered such two sentences.
Could it be that the words in his letters were too bold and unrestrained, thus angering Gu Yuanbai?
But he had been so bold a long time ago, the time he ran back to the capital, hadn't he also been intimate with Gu Yuanbai? He touched, kissed, and Gu Yuanbai even made him bow his head to serve him, so such a person would be so angry over the dirty words in the letter?
The return trip was still escorted by a thousand miles, and now what's going on.
The more Xue Yuan thought about it, the more ugly his face became, the veins on the back of his hand burst out, and the jade trigger finger in his hand made a cackle that he couldn't bear.
He was awakened by the voice, looked down and unfolded his hand, the emerald jade trigger fortunately did not break, still translucent and condensed in his palm.
Xue Yuan put this jade trigger on his own hand, his palm was larger than Gu Yuanbai's palm, and his finger bones were also a bit larger than Gu Yuanbai's, and the jade trigger that was still loose on Gu Yuanbai's thumb was put on his other finger.
Xue Yuan stood up, his brow depressing.
Who said anything to Gu Yuanbai?
Who spoke ill of Xue Yuan with Gu Yuanbai?
Just who had said what kind of words that could make Gu Yuanbai send these things back in a big way.
The dark tide in Xue Yuan's heart surged deeper and deeper.
Who is it?