Chapter 263 Mr. Huai
Wang De is worthy of being the general manager. His ability to read people's expressions is truly one of the best.

He immediately cooperated perfectly with Li Shimin and carried out Li Xiang's exclusive phoenix chariot.

Old Li walked over, stretched out his hand and stroked the Phoenix Chariot affectionately. It was obvious at first glance that he had deep feelings for it.

Seeing his look, Li Xiang also felt a little sorry.

"How about that, Grandfather..." Li Xiang looked at Old Li and said, "You can keep this sedan chair for yourself. I'm young and can walk around."

"How can that be possible?" Li Shimin reached out and patted the Phoenix Chariot: "This is also a token of my father's kindness, you should accept it."

Please take it, or I won’t be able to hold it anymore!

Seeing that Li Shimin said so, Li Xiang had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

"Well, since Grandpa said so, I'll accept it." Li Xiang smiled and walked forward, opened his arms, and gave Old Li a big hug before he was caught off guard: "Grandpa is so nice!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. Once he said it, Lao Li's face suddenly turned red.

He reached out and rubbed Li Xiang's head: "Go back, your new wife is still waiting for you in the room."

"Okay." Li Xiang let go of his hand and jumped onto the sedan chair: "Goodbye, Uncle. Thank you, Uncle."

"Go." Li Shimin stood with his hands behind his back and nodded at Li Xiang.

While sitting in the sedan chair, Li Xiang still felt something was wrong.

This "drive a carriage" is not a normal word at all.

Could it be... a dowry?

But that's not right. My aunt's dowry was so cheap. Would Grandfather really withhold it?
Thinking of this, Li Xiang couldn't help but smile at his own thoughts.

Hey, my grandfather is rich as a tycoon, so why would he care about the few things my aunt is withholding from me?
After thinking it through, Li Xiang no longer thought about these problems.

Maybe Aung really made a slip of the tongue, right?
Don't think badly of your comrades.

When we returned to Wude Hall, Li Mingda had already left.

It seems that Pei Xueqing has already gone to bed, otherwise he would definitely come to greet him.

Li Xiang tiptoed and pushed open Pei Xueqing's door, peeked inside, and when he saw that there was really no one there, he quietly slipped towards Lian Qiao's room.

When he left, Pei Xueqing, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and pushed Feng Yingying who was lying next to him.

"Bao'er, Bao'er..."

As a result, he didn't wake up after being pushed for a long time.

Anyone who sees this sleep quality will be envious.

Pei Xueqing was helpless. They had originally agreed to eavesdrop together, but Feng Yingying fell asleep.

There was no choice but to put this eavesdropping activity aside.

When she woke up the next morning, Feng Yingying was hugging Pei Xueqing like an octopus.

It seems that he probably treated Pei Xueqing as a pillow.

Pei Xueqing felt that he could never sleep with Feng Yingying next time.

After Li Xiang woke up, he had breakfast as usual and went to Jingzhao Prefecture to report for duty.

He has always been very enthusiastic about this work.

I don’t know if it’s because of the time travel, but Li Xiang always feels that his physical fitness is quite good. He even feels that he has a hope of competing with Lao Zhu’s physical fitness.

Being healthy is always a good thing, better than being sickly. Li Xiang didn't want to get to the bottom of it. I, Li Xiang, just want to live a peaceful life...

It was a peaceful day in Jingzhao Prefecture, but things were a bit turbulent on the grassland.

Contrary to speculation, Xueyantuo Khan Yinan was just seriously ill and was not yet at the stage of seeing his mother.

The news that the Tang Dynasty learned was only what Datushe brought back from the Turks.

Bazhuo's work was not clumsy. It was indeed his instruction to let his men attack and kill Datushe; but he also warned his men not to kill Datushe.

The men on the grassland are truly T0 level when it comes to cunning.

Otherwise, Datushe would not have been able to survive this raid with only two hundred people.

In panic, Ba Zhuo deliberately let someone let him go and allowed him to flee to Dingxiang, the base of the Turks.

After receiving the news that Datushe had escaped, Bazhuo rubbed his face vigorously, and then walked into Yinan's tent with a solemn expression.

"Father." Bazhuo's tone was as heavy as his face, as if he had been constipated for several days.

"It's Bazhuo." Yinan turned over with difficulty, and then asked, "Is there something wrong?"

“Father Khan,” Ba Zhuo said with great sorrow, “I didn’t want to tell you, but this matter is really too bad. My brother…my brother…”

"What happened to Yimang?" Yinan's heart skipped a beat.

Datushe is his son after all. The palms and backs of his hands are all flesh. Although the flesh on the back of his hands is a little thin, it is still flesh, right?

If you ask Dadu if something happened, he would definitely be anxious.

"When my brother heard that I was temporarily in charge of the government, he might have become suspicious of me and fled to the Turks..." Ba Zhuo pretended to sigh.

Although the words sound nice, slipping away to the Turks at this critical juncture is actually treason.

"What?!" Yinan's mind was in a daze. Although Datushe was not his legitimate son, he had also poured a lot of effort into him. Suddenly, when he heard that he had defected to the Turks, he found it hard to accept it for a while.

"Xueyantuo can do without Bazhuo, but it cannot do without my brother. I ask my father Khan to relieve me of the regency and welcome my brother back to the tent..." Bazhuo petitioned hypocritically.

Cao Hong: No, buddy, don’t you have your own lines?

Yinan stared at Bazhuo steadily until he felt a chill down his spine, then he sighed heavily.

"Since Yimang has defected, he is no longer a member of the Xueyantuo clan." Yi Nan said in a deep voice, "Pass on my order. The three tribes of Yimang will be under your command from now on."

As he spoke, Yinan reached out his hand again and patted Bazhuo gently on the shoulder.

"You will inherit the Khan's throne in the future. The Khan's throne is so important that you cannot give it up lightly. How can you just give it up to someone else if you want to?"

"Father..." Bazhuo's eyes became moist.

After Bazhuo walked out of the tent, Yinan's face darkened.

In Yinan's view, all these things about being magnanimous, being suspicious of Bazhuo, and defecting to the Turks were just excuses.

Yinan knew this eldest son very well. If his guess was correct, Bazhuo should have ambushed Dadushe on his way back and forced him to the Turks.

Even if he knew that Datushe was framed by Bazhuo, what could he do?

He has now handed over power to Bazhuo temporarily. This is the rule on the grassland. Who would be willing to listen to your seriously ill old Khan?
If he really wanted to call Dadushe back and give him justice, neither he nor Dadushe would survive.

Ba Zhuo was so brave to kill his brother for power, so he wouldn't be affected by having a father.

Now, Yinan just wanted to live out the rest of his life peacefully. As for Bazhuo? He could do whatever he wanted.

It is really sad to think that the former great hero of Mobei has fallen to the point where he can only survive.

When Bazhuo returned to his tent, the first thing he did was to go to a young man and salute him respectfully.

"Mr. Huai."

"Khan." The young man also saluted him elegantly.

"Mr. Huai is indeed a talented person. My father Khan not only did not blame me, but even assigned Datushe's three tribes to my subordinates." Ba Zhuo's voice was full of excitement: "If it weren't for Mr. Huai's idea, I'm afraid Datushe would have come to the yazhang to fight with me now."

In Bazhuo's opinion, although Mr. Huai is young, he has great ambitions and is truly a rare talent.

"Hahaha..." Mr. Huai smiled kindly: "This is all due to the Khan's efforts. How dare I take credit for it?"

"Well, well, sir. You are truly my think tank!" At this moment, Ba Zhuo felt that the Mr. Huai in front of him was like his external brain.

"Khan, you are too kind. The most urgent thing is to let Zhenzhu Khan submit a memorial to the emperor about the Xueyantuo incident and have the Tang envoy convey it on his behalf." Mr. Huai said with a smile, "Remember, we must let the Tang envoy see that Zhenzhu Khan is still alive."

"I understand." Ba Zhuo nodded heavily, but asked in confusion: "Why do we have to let the Tang envoys see that my father Khan is still alive?"

"Khan doesn't know this." Mr. Huai said with a smile, "If you were Dadushe, what would you do first after attacking and killing the fleeing Turks?"

"Of course, I wrote a petition to the Tang Dynasty, telling them about my experience, and then saying that I was murdered..." At this point, Ba Zhuo suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand. The purpose of inviting the Tang envoy is to prove to the Tang Dynasty that my father Khan is still alive. As the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is false. This is the truth; secondly, if it can be proved that my father Khan is still alive, it means that Dadu She is talking nonsense and wants to start a war between the two countries... Thank you Mr. Huai for clearing up my doubts!"

Mr. Huai touched his chin and smiled without saying anything.

Ba Zhuo immediately hurried out to ask his father Yinan to submit a memorial, and also invited the Tang envoy to the tent.

Of course, Yinan would not object to Bazhuo's suggestion. After all, he was already in a state of giving up.

Moreover, in his opinion, agreeing to Bazhuo's words would also reduce the internal disputes within Xueyantuo and prevent them from being taken advantage of by other tribes.

He was really frightened by the Huihe and other tribes. If there was another joint looting like the wind, Xueyantuo would be unable to bear it.

The Tang envoy naturally had no idea what was happening in Xueyantuo territory. After all, Xueyantuo had no obligation to report to him about the cordial exchange between Zhenzhu Khan's son and another son.

It happened that he was about to leave Xueyantuo, and he did not think there was anything wrong with receiving Yi Nan's memorial.

"Thank you for your hard work, angel. You have to deliver a letter for the little Khan." Ba Zhuo looked very grateful. "Please take more care to let the Tang Dynasty know my Xueyantuo's intentions."

The angel here does not refer to the bird-like angel in the Western religious sense, but rather the envoy of the emperor.

Of course, considering the particularity of the Zhenguan Dynasty, it can also be understood as "the envoy of the Heavenly Khan."

"Don't worry, Khan. I will definitely convey your message." The Tang envoy said righteously, "I will definitely not let you interfere and ruin the friendship between our two countries."

"Thank you, angel." Ba Zhuo waved behind him, and the person behind him understood and led Dadushe's beloved horse over.

"The angel and I hit it off right away. This horse is called 'Treading Snow Black Horse'. It is said that during the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Huanhou rode this horse. I am giving it to the angel to show my admiration for him."

"This, this is not good, right?" The Tang envoy said this, but in fact he was staring at the black horse walking on the snow without blinking.

Modern people may not have much idea about horses, but in the Tang Dynasty, the status of horses was similar to that of cars.

Such a black horse that can walk on snow is equivalent to a Koenigsegg sports car worth tens of millions.

It is normal for the Tang envoy to lose control in the face of such temptation.

"Hey, this is Xiaohan's sincere admiration for you. Angel, please don't hurt Xiaohan's sincerity." Bazhuo is quite good at talking.

After hearing this, the Tang envoy felt that if he did not accept the black horse that could tread on snow, he would be committing a heinous crime.

"In that case, I will not refuse it." The Tang envoy smiled and thanked Bazhuo: "Thank you, Khan, for your kindness."

After seeing off the Tang envoy, Ba Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as we explain the situation to the Tang Dynasty, the "misunderstanding" will be resolved.

However, what he didn't know was that there was also a secret letter traveling with the Tang envoys.

It was already April 7th when the Tang envoys left Xueyantuo.

Nowadays, transportation is underdeveloped and it takes many days on the road to return to Chang'an from the grassland.

By the time the Tang envoy returned to Chang'an, it was already the second day since Li Xiang married Liang Yuan.

The first stop after returning to Beijing was to report to the Ministry of Rites.

Afterwards, he presented the memorial submitted by Yi Nan to the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The current Minister of Rites is Tang Jian. He took the memorial, glanced at it quickly, and did not dare to be negligent. He immediately went to the palace to meet Li Shimin.

Seeing that all the officials had left, the Tang envoy was not idle either, as he also had a letter to deliver.

So he came to Jingzhao Prefecture and asked to see Luo Binwang.

Sitting in front of the hall was Lu Zhaolin, holding a copy of "Wu De Lu" in his hand, and reading it with fascination, nodding his head.

Lu Zhaolin is different now. He is no longer the poet who felt his talent was not appreciated. Naturally, he will not study how to write poetry when he has nothing to do.

Naturally, the new hobby that replaced poetry was to read the law when I had nothing to do.

This was also Li Xiang's suggestion. He didn't expect him to be able to see any way to improve, but he wanted him to not be completely in the dark when sitting in court in the future and not have to refer to the Wude Code to judge cases.

"Sightseeing, sightseeing." Lu Zhaolin put down the "Wu De Lu" and turned around and shouted, "Someone is looking for me."

Hearing Lu Zhaolin's shout, Luo Binwang brushed his sleeves and walked out from the back hall. After seeing the Tang envoy, the two sides first exchanged greetings.

"Are you Luo Guanguang?" the Tang envoy asked, "I am Zheng Xuanyi, and I was sent to Xueyantuo the day before yesterday. A Mr. Huai asked me to bring this letter to you."

After saying that, Zheng Xuanyi took out the letter given to him by Mr. Huai from his sleeve and handed it to Luo Binwang with both hands.

Hearing that it was a letter from Mr. Huai, Luo Binwang did not dare to neglect it and took the letter with both hands.

Old Luo thanked Zheng Xuanyi again, apologized, and walked towards Li Xiang's room with the letter.

(There will be another chapter later, I will go find food first)
(End of this chapter)