Time travel, sell Tang poems at the beginning

St. Ann for five years.

The eighth day of the first lunar month.

South Vietnam, Embassy.

Yang Houli and Yuan Ce sat opposite each other, chatting and drinking tea leisurely. Recently, the task given to Yuan Ce by the Prime Minister Fang Hui was to accompany the two envoys of Yan State.

Just when the two were chatting happily, Lu Dongyuan hurriedly walked in from outside the palace, "Master Yang, I have just received a letter from His Highness the King Xian, asking us to implement the next step of the plan immediately."

Yang Houli immediately stood up from his chair, "Okay! Let's go find Fang Guancheng now."

"Lord Lu, has His Highness the King Xian arranged any tasks for the subordinates?" Yuan Ce asked anxiously.

Lu Dongyuan nodded, "Master Yuan, once the next plan is implemented, the two countries Yan and Yue will definitely turn against each other. Even if Master Yang and I are not expelled from the Yue Kingdom, we will be placed under house arrest in Fengyutai and will not be able to go anywhere. It’s all up to Master Yuan now.”

Yuan Ce quickly raised his hand and said, "I have no shirking responsibility as a low-ranking official."

Yang Houli nodded, "Two adults, let's go meet Fang Guancheng together!"

Soon, Yang Houli, Lu Dongyuan, and Yuan Ce came to Guancheng Pavilion together. After the guard at the door went in to report, Fang Hui came out with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha……"

"Two envoys are here. I'm sorry to welcome you from afar. Please come in quickly."

Yang Houli and Lu Dongyuan both raised their hands and returned the greeting, "Master Fang, please."

Afterwards, the four of them walked into Guancheng Pavilion together.

"Come here, serve tea!"

As soon as the three of them sat down, the maid immediately brought tea.

Fang Hui's attitude was very good, and it was so good that one couldn't fault it at all. However, Yang Houli came with a mission. He immediately stood up, took out the letter from his arms, and handed it to Fang Hui with both hands.

"Lord Fang, this is a personal letter written by His Highness the King Xian to His Majesty the Emperor of Yue. I also ask Lord Fang to deliver it to His Majesty the Emperor of Yue as soon as possible."

Nowadays, Lin Feng's reputation and status in the Dayan court have surpassed those of the three pavilion elders. Naturally, Fang Hui did not dare to neglect a letter written by such a person, and immediately stretched out his hands to take the letter respectfully.

"Master Fang, we have something else to do so we'll leave first."

Yang Houli and Lu Dongyuan cupped their hands together, turned and left Guancheng Pavilion.

The letter was written by Lin Feng a long time ago, and the content was very simple, asking the Yue Emperor Murong Zhengming to hand over the man behind Lu Qiuya's kidnapping - the Yue Crown Prince Murong Haotian.

The training of Tianbingwei will be completed in the next two days, and the loading of the artillery onto the building ship has also been completed. Lin Feng plans to send his troops south in two days and officially begin to unify the south.

Fang Hui looked at the letter in his hand and immediately said: "Envoy Yuan, I will enter the palace immediately, and I will leave the work of the embassy to you."

Yuan Ce quickly raised his hand and said, "Yes, Master Guan Cheng!"

Fang Hui nodded and walked quickly towards the door...

The Royal Palace of Yue Kingdom.

Royal study room.

Murong Zhengming was checking the military information of Yan State sent by Fengyu Tai. He learned that Yan State's army had not been mobilized at all, and his anxious heart finally calmed down a lot.

At this moment, Cao Chun hurriedly walked in from outside the palace and said, "Your Majesty, the ambassador is outside the palace asking for an audience. He said that he has urgent matters to meet with your Majesty."

Embassy? Urgent matter? The first thing Murong Zhengming thought of was Yang Houli and Lu Dongyuan, the envoys of Yan State. Could it be that something happened to these two people?

At this critical moment, anything could happen to anyone, but nothing could happen to these two people. Murong Zhengming immediately said, "Let him in quickly."

"Old slave obeys!"

Cao Chun cupped his hands, turned around and walked out of the palace...

After a while, Fang Hui hurriedly walked into the imperial study and said, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty!"

"Fang Aiqing is exempt from courtesy and is free of charge!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Murong Zhengming nodded, "Fang Aiqing, but something happened to the envoy of Yan State?"

Fang Hui raised his hand again and said, "Your Majesty, nothing happened to the two envoys Yang Lu of Yan State."

As long as nothing happened, Murong Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Hui then took out a letter from his arms and raised his hands high, "Your Majesty, this is a letter written by His Royal Highness King Yan Guoxian to Your Majesty."

"Send it up!"

Cao Chun immediately stepped forward to take the letter from Fang Hui, then quickly came to Murong Zhengming and handed it over respectfully.

Murong Zhengming took the letter and looked at the contents carefully, his face instantly became very ugly.

"Oh!"

Murong Zhengming slammed the letter in his hand on the imperial desk, and then shouted loudly: "Little Lin Feng, you are going too far!"

"Eunuch Cao, please convey my decree immediately and order the prince, Zhongshu Ling, Taiwei, and Da Sikong to come to the palace to pay homage."

"Old slave obeys!"

Cao Chun cupped his hands, turned around and left quickly...

The consequences of the emperor's anger would be serious. Fang Hui thought this was a good opportunity to show his face, but he never expected that this letter turned out to be a reminder.

As soon as Sun He left, Fang Hui quickly raised his hand and said, "Your Majesty, I also want to retire!"

Murong Zhengming waved his hand casually, and Fang Hui immediately turned around and left the imperial study room quickly.

Two quarters of an hour later, Prince Murong Haotian, Zhongshu Ling Gao Yanqing, Lieutenant Chen Shiheng, and Chief Sikong Wan Tiankui walked into the imperial study together.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father! I, my servant, pay my respects to your majesty!"

"No need to pay tribute, just get back on your feet!"

"Thank you, Father! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Murong Zhengming immediately stood up and came to the Crown Prince Murong Haotian. He handed him the letter written by Lin Feng and said, "This is the letter written by Lin Feng to me. All four of you, please read it!"

"Yes, Father!"

Murong Haotian took the letter with both hands and read the contents carefully. His expression suddenly changed and he immediately said: "Father, this Lin Feng has gone too far! We have already made a concession and handed over the six Zhou Zhu people." After giving it to Yan Guo, he still wants to have a son. It is simply unreasonable. This Lin Feng is absolutely crazy. "

The prince's reaction was not what Murong Zhengming expected, and he waved his hands with a disappointed look on his face, "Prince, there is no need to express your opinion in a hurry. You can give the letter to Zhongshu Ling first, and it will not be too late for you to express your opinion after everyone has read it. ”

As soon as Murong Zhengming said these words, Murong Haotian suddenly realized that he had lost his composure just now, and immediately cupped his hands, "Yes, father!"

Lin Feng is a recognized sage in the world, and he is also the wise king of Yan State. Every move of such a person must have deep meaning. Murong Haotian began to seriously think about Lin Feng's real intention of doing this.

Murong Haotian casually handed the letter to Zhongshu Ling Gao Yanqing. Gao Yanqing took the letter and looked at it carefully, and his expression suddenly changed.

Afterwards, after the two big guys, Chen Shiheng and Wan Tiankui, saw it, their expressions changed slightly, and then they began to fall into deep thought.

Murong Zhengming did not disturb him, and the entire imperial study room became unusually quiet. Time passed like this little by little...