The envoy almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "You, you're going too far!"
Dong Si rolled his eyes secretly. "I said you don't read much, and you still don't admit it. Look at you. You can't even curse properly. All you can say is 'you're going too far' all day long!"
Finally, the envoy couldn't hold it in anymore. Being already weak, he spat out a mouthful of blood. On the verge of collapsing, Dong Si shouted, "Don't you fall down. Don't even think about blackmailing us. We won't buy this trick."
Then he pointed at the blood on the ground. "You've soiled the floor. It'll cost you five taels of silver as a fine."
The envoy couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes rolled back, and with a thud, he fainted dead away on the ground.
Dong Si: "..."
Dongzhi entered with two maids and two soldiers.
The maids cleaned up the bloodstain on the spot.
The two soldiers each grabbed one end of the envoy, carrying him out like they were carrying a dead pig and handing him over to the Quzhao soldiers and servants waiting outside.
A Quzhao soldier suddenly drew his sword from his waist. "You, you killed the ambassador?"
It's no wonder he was confused. At this moment, the ambassador's chin was covered in blood. His already fair face was as pale as a ghost, and his whole body was limp, looking exactly like a dead person.
Dongzhi, who followed out, gave him a strange look. "Why would you think so? We Han people are a nation of etiquette. How could we casually kill envoys?"
"The ambassador probably ate something that made him get inflamed recently, or maybe he's in poor health. Anyway, he suddenly started spitting blood while we were talking."
Only then did the Quzhao people secretly heave a sigh of relief. Then, thinking about what the other side said, they always felt something was wrong.
What did it mean by "ate something that made him get inflamed"? What did it mean by "in poor health"?
How long had it been since their ambassador fainted? Why did he faint as soon as he came to Gefeng to discuss matters?
A nation of etiquette?
I think you're a nation that wants to anger someone to death without paying for it!
Dongzhi continued, "Hurry up and take your ambassador away. He can stay in our Gefeng Inn, but there'll be a charge. I'm telling you this in advance so that you won't default on the payment later."
The Quzhao soldier also had the urge to spit out blood. Little did he know that the voice of the woman in front of him, like a devil, continued.
"Your ambassador just spat blood and soiled our meeting hall. It'll cost five taels of silver. I've put it all on the account. Remember to pay later."
The Quzhao soldier: "..." Finally, he understood why the ambassador had spat blood.
Here, Hua Yuanyi and Mo Song, who were waiting to see Jiang Jin, watched helplessly as a man was carried out from inside.
Mo Song exclaimed, "Who is this? Why does he look like a person from Quzhao?"
He Qiuchi explained with a smile, "It's the Quzhao envoy. Don't worry about it. He probably drank too much."
Hua Yuanyi: "..."
He clearly saw that the Quzhao envoy's face and clothes were stained with blood. Could one drink to the point of spitting blood?
Moreover, did Gefeng even have wine?
Mo Song was about to ask again when he saw Dongzhi walking over. She had a gentle attitude. "Come in. My lord is ready to see you now."
For some reason, Hua Yuanyi and Mo Song suddenly felt a little nervous.
The two straightened their clothes and then followed Dongzhi into the meeting hall.
This was their first time seeing Princess Jinyang. As expected, she was indeed very beautiful.
However, different from what they expected, from the cold eyes of this woman, they saw the majesty of a superior and a kind of iron - blooded aura, just like the sound of warhorses and clashing weapons.
The two didn't dare to look anymore and quickly bowed. "Greetings to the princess."
Jiang Jin pretended to support them. "No need for such formalities. Sit down."
"I wonder what the matter is that the First Prince sent you here for?"
Hearing her address the First Prince directly instead of as "elder brother", Hua Yuanyi was startled but didn't show it on his face. He tried to smile gently.
"His Highness the First Prince naturally wants to discuss cooperation. Fengzhou and Sizhou are located in the south and north respectively and can defend each other."
"However." He changed the topic. "This is the First Prince's idea."
What he said later was the most useless kind of nonsense, but this nonsense conveyed his core idea.
That was, this was the First Prince's idea, not his. Don't misunderstand. He was innocent.
Mo Song's face stiffened for a moment and then quickly returned to normal. "Yes, His Highness the First Prince intends to cooperate with you to fight the enemy together."
What he said was also the most useless kind of nonsense, but it also conveyed his core idea.
Jiang Jin couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Dong Si nodded in satisfaction. These two guys had good sense. Not bad.
Jiang Jin said with a smile, "It seems that the First Prince and I have the same idea. Although we're in the south and north respectively, we're both working hard for our Han people. I've just captured three counties. I wonder how many counties the First Prince has recaptured?"
Hua Yuanyi: "..."
Now he understood why the Quzhao envoy had been carried out. If the First Prince were here, he'd probably also spit out blood. This was just stabbing at people's sore spots, aiming right at the most painful places.
Fortunately, he had a good mentality and didn't have much loyalty to the First Prince. Otherwise, he'd probably also get angry.
He said seriously, "We haven't recaptured any cities. Instead, we've lost two counties. I'm really ashamed."
"The Jiaojun army has occupied two cities in the third county." He heaved a sigh. "It's the common people who are suffering."
Jiang Jin knew that two counties in Yingjun had been lost because Lu Yao was still in Yingjun.
Jiang Jin nodded. "I wonder how the First Prince wants to cooperate. Does he have a specific plan?"
Dong Si was so angry that he slapped the table. "Traitor! How dare he covet our lord's crossbows? I think he wants to eat shit!"
Hua Yuanyi: "..." It's not that bad to eat shit.
Mo Song: "..."
For some reason, an extremely inappropriate image of the First Prince gracefully licking something popped up in his mind. He shivered.
As for the "traitor", to be honest, before coming to Gefeng, he thought that if Princess Jinyang had the intention to become the emperor, she was the traitor who would disrupt the Jiangshan of the Yan Country.
Now, he followed the Jinyang Army and captured several cities in Ze'a County. He saw the cities trampled by the barbarians, which were like a purgatory on earth.
Then he came to Gefeng and saw a real paradise.
Suddenly, he thought, what did it matter if it was a woman?
She could take back the lost cities from the barbarians and turn hell into a paradise!
So, did it matter if it was a man or a woman?
If we really had to calculate, the First Prince, who occupied the best resources in the whole country but lost the Han people's land, was indeed more like a traitor.
Suddenly, Mo Song changed the topic. "I wonder what the conditions are for settling in your Gefeng?"
